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Here within gloom, each movement makes
Or break old rules to set again
The breath of room to give and take
Both wise and fool to spark the plain.
No need to run or fight or cry
For day is done ere it began
In realms of pun that flavoured sigh;
So do have fun dear solemn friend.
Earth breeds this wood, and fire must burn
Wood in sure air, as water cools
Earth in fine mood that must in turn
Cycle despair in knave and fool.
Elements swing in fluid sure grace
As if to tell the story set
In fall and fling of time and space;
Yes, we do well to feed and fret.
So in-between this wax and wane,
Each random show must surge and die
A thousand dreams in life's sure lanes;
Give up the glow as ashes ply.
But now is here, and life goes forth
Brave in empty yet sure and fiery;
Passion finds sphere seeking true North
Hazy, dimly, in the blurry.
Indulge your feel in human stuff,
The things that burn away the grime;
Align and heal broken enough
To quickly turn, go beyond time!
For start is end, and ending starts;
The circle set in cycle sure;
All life thus trends to one pure heart
The core where wet and dry crafts pure!
For end greets start, and starting ends;
The broken links joined once again
In mind and heart in unknown blend
The seamless think that now feels sane.
Thus, time and space have come around
To fill the form where noise pollutes;
Love casts the pace in common grounds,
That lively norm that thought includes.
So on and on, and round and round,
The seasons rush and tumble down;
Movement beyond to spirit found
In soul and trust, both smiles and frowns.
Leon Enriquez
08 Apr 2014
Singapore
Aim for your goal, aim for your poise;
Be who you are, be of fond glow;
Charm speaks of soul, charm wears sure voice.
Do weave your thoughts, do word your song;
Etch dear fine star, etch style you know;
Feel surge of plot, feel work made strong.
Give joy full range, give play a chance;
Heed waves that please, heed touch that stays;
Image crafts strange, image signs dance.
Jazz up your zest, jazz up your flings;
Keep up with ease, keep up with play;
Live well your best, live what love brings.
Meet all you face, meet all you touch;
Note how you feel, note what you think;
Opt for clear trace, opt for cheer's nudge.
Peace comes to steer, peace speaks of grace;
Quest lines and heals, quest fits new links;
Reap waves of cheer, reap sense of space.
Sense a new world, sense a grand calm;
Trust heart to know, trust mind to learn;
Urge serves a twirl, urge spreads a balm.
Vouch for each day, vouch for sure stay;
Wisdom funds flow, wisdom now yearns;
eXcite fond say, eXcite free play;
Zeal ever glows, zeal ever earns.
Leon Enriquez
21 Mar 2014
Singapore
Fifty six years of woodworking our crafts of life together
There were sacrifices and triumphs
Three little dreams ago our life became complete
Then the sands of time emptied for you
Now I sit and ponder my decisions
Scared they were wrong; lost in grief for you.
Some days are harder then others
My surroundings remind me of how much I miss you
Can't get distracted, won't stay busy, thoughts cascade across my tears.
A love so pure A heart so hurt
I know he is going to take care of you
As you take care of us from the lights of heaven.
I love you always and forever seventy-five years to the day my sweet angel of the sky.
For Mother and Wife.
Whoops! Yours truly almost ditched the missus...
Who nearly knocked me upside noggin
property of self anointed Unitarian sheikh
yea... of course by accident,
nor lame excuse accepted
playing spontaneous hide-and-seek
game, and not exactly romantic technique
to allow, enable and provide sleek
move antithetical to marriage vows
but surefire guarantee
driving marriage to brink
immediately trending toward unique
modus operandi countdown seek
your ring bachelorhood
days numbering less than week
ushering hermit age regarding,
the creator and master of Mattspeak
understandable, she did shriek
feeling abandoned, ready to freak
out, she wearing easy to identify
floppy pink hat shielding incognito pique,
she gravely mistaken for banshee
series of unfortunate events not for meek
nor "Fake" feint of heart as blunderbuss
just amazingly graced
my smooth shaven cheek.
Predicament arose after I drove
2009 Hyundai Sonata wheel hove
(we love) to established local
CJ'S TIRE & AUTOMOTIVE SERVICES
8:00 A.M. today November 19th, 2019 at:
(1405 S Township Line Rd,
Royersford, PA 19468), formerly mangrove
bajillion years ago, thine spouse strove,
while awaiting emergency brake replacement
took short hike to purchase
supplies walking within distance to:
A.C. Moore Arts and Crafts
1824 E Ridge Pike Suite 102,
Royersford, PA 19468,
mine infinite wisdom
erred when I didst prove
thyself foolish heading by jove
to aforementioned store ex post facto
getting her name paged over intercom
only to loopback to
mechanic shop mentioned above,
upon returning to 2 Highland Manor Drive
she did Potchki while anchored, berthed,
hunkered within her cove
channel surfing for favorite program.
10/17/19
"Brand New"
I'd be damned to quit
Putting out some brand new s***
With a brand new drip
In my a step a brand new skip
Brand new tint
Steering wheel with a brand new grip
In a brand new whip
With a brand new chick
On my hip a brand new stick
With a brand new clip
The man who's lit
Got a brand new script
Just picked up a brand new zip
And a brand new brick
No better time to make a brand new flip
Never been brand new to it
It was time to get a brand new skiff
So I bought a brand new ship
Blessed with a brand new gift
As well as a brand new shtick
On my shoulder a brand new chip
Ready to take care of this brand new itch
Towing a trailer, in a brand new truck with a brand new lift
And a brand new hitch
Found a brand new niche
Only out for brand new not no kitsch
Accomplished it, and now got a brand new wish
Currently on a brand new mish
While solving a brand new twist
Companies advertising a brand new pitch
She got surgery for some brand new ti**
In a state of brand new bliss
In the air a brand new drift
The tectonic plates near a brand new shift
Soon in the sky a brand new eclipse
Purchased some brand new kicks
About to use some brand new tricks
All these brand new cliques
And brand new pricks
I'm going to handle it
In the dark, don't need no candlestick
It's my problem, so i'm dipping my hand in this
Stunning crafts like amulets
A planet full of inhabitants
Areas full of contaminants
Sitting atop their palaces
People obsessed with extravagance
Others starving and ravenous
Not all became graduates
Some got into accidents
Causing a state of paralysis
Folks so haplessness
This life is nothing short of fabulous
The verdict wasn't always unanimous
Still into cannabis
But not abstinence
Got it done, regardless of short handedness
Near and far from waters with platypus
I'm working on my own analysis
The results shall be nothing short of miraculous
By: Dalton Ogletree
(In celebration of Singapore's
National Day 2017, August 9th)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Time has a way to tell a tale,
Each act moves play through storm and gale.
So year by year we come to know,
A country dear with grace that shows.
Just for a while let frolic play,
See happy smiles caress this day.
In bold fashion a dazzle grips,
Poise crafts vision in glitzy trip.
Let memoir tell as joy moves sight,
Here fond moves dwell in cheer's grand flight.
Feel flavours slot as tact greets reach,
A fragrant lot from each to each.
A special day to sparkle cheer,
A path now plays fine pact right here.
Here kin and friends share fond dreams,
Reach with grand plans as purpose streams.
Home is a place where heart finds ease,
Let health fill space with lovely peace.
Leon Enriquez
09 August 2017
Singapore
(Dedication: For Ann, Michael and Clara.)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Love sculpts pact
Faith moves act
Hope firms fact
Joy lives tact
Heart now finds
Peace of mind
Soul hints sign
Love lives blind
Wise words tell
Writes cast spell
Dream bold dwell
Craft thought well
New Year's Day
Wee hours stray
Feel fond say
Come what may
Brand new start
Feel with heart
Work crafts art
Seize grand parts
Sense bold plot
Live each lot
Fill each slot
Live Red-Dot
Wear fond wit
String each bit
Pun wise hit
Make stuff fit
Style deep smile
Walk each mile
Worth knows piles
Jazz fond whiles
Give and take
Treat fond make
Frame grand stakes
Purge things fake
Learn to fare
Live clear dare
Look and stare
Sculpt bold wares
Take your time
Prime each rhyme
Dance fond chimes
Oomph sure mimes
Be here now
Prize fond wows!
Take a bow
Soul knows how
Seize this day
Watch zest play
Think, do, say
Word grand pay
Soar with sun
Read a pun
Live wise fun
Make great runs
Learn to be
Look and see
Love sets free
Live as me
Set fine poise
Live fond choice
Purge vain noise
Frame deep voice
Leon Enriquez
31 December 2015
Singapore
A fragment of matted stone breaks surface.
It is already colonized
by moss and fungi factories;
eventually they will churn
green spawn into rural Ohio towns;
not yet of course, ‘yet’ has to wait
for the rain and the blood to settle.
The stone must be crushed
by the weight of circumstance,
fields of new growth
must be planted in microscopic slime.
If you follow the centuries, then time takes time,
but if you stay put,
and branch out like a graveyard Maple
you will see, all at once,
the Shawnee coming and going -
passing as fireflies on a summer night.
You will see families of settlers,
adding their calcium to the earth.
Maple leaves and bone litter and layer,
until even that residue begins to construct,
a filigree scaffolding
the weave of industrious minds.
All those small, time-seeded towns
come sprouting. Hands work wood,
and stone then brick. Hands lay down
in the soil, to feed a worm-tilling earth.
Pebbles unearthed
by gentle raindrops and tornadoes
become antique stores.
Abandoned mills empty out
into art galleries and cake shops.
Arts and crafts stores signal the end
of old railway lines.
Cities of iron and coal bud and blight.
The moss returns.
The larger the urban sprouting,
the more the moss and lichen flourish;
but this is all in the unseen,
unless your spread yourself
through time like a branching tree.
Eventually though, Ohio
will leave its foliate forest temples
to be discovered
by incipient microbes that even now
live on the underside of rocks,
as codified plans and veiny blueprints.
When the veil is pulled away subject exposed story
what motivation drives these blind merchants
let's lay it out clearly from waters of your soul tabled
evidence points to an unstable world circus painting creeping bugs
following a trail of crumbs Judas kissing the other cheek
Where muppets pull all the strings attached accord
true crafts are undervalued directly honest speaking
making deals to undercut facts highlights a bought body
wages go backwards in time for those whom work hard
The upper crust consider themselves royalty in suits
when law of the land works for mere crumbs of their table
corruption's one disease of these needy vermin sinking fangs into
the icing of our cakes rats infested without hope
Justice is no longer held with value anymore
as the poor are robbed of their rights daily important
stripping values is the underhanded deals in tribunals hanging joke
Now slaves to the beggars purse cast as worthless
imperial law has been enforced through this savagery served
by poor management with silver lining fingers subject pollution begins
inwards always taking away but never ever giving back
Stealing becomes a bad example set telling both sides of the snakes tale
lies become the normal gender bending truth far fetched bigots
slanting this towards the underhanded source decisions effect reality
we should nail each and every deed that holds ransom to democracy
A mass of grey and rusted silver strewn
By the sky god from sifted appurtenances.
Preserve of ancients jousting with modernity,
Behind edifice a disperse of brimming slums
With piles, heaps of filth, debris, decay and stench;
Congestion and the jostle for ends and gains.
Benin endowed with neo wiles obviating tradition
And irked for now-now pleasure and wealth
Imitating and striving for wannabes
Inculcating habit and aspiring for a world without the sun
Yet far from assimilating it by the words of the old:
Carrot does not sprout in the root of a yam stalk.
Old city, once enliven by aestheticism
And renowned by the arts and crafts of bronze now
At the backdrop with every frontlines bedecked
By remnants of exotic necessaries. Men, vehicles rush,
Scramble and stream Ringroad and Ramat
From dawn to dusk to the abyss of nowhere
And returning home at last to the euphoric solace
Of the mellow hit of Waifo highlife
And the scores of green, brown bottles that thrive.
Benin, where once the Portuguese trespassed,
The Dutch men trampled and the British overturned
Leaving behind their long evening shadows
A new self-image chained in the heart.