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HAIKU MOMENT 2
Words emerge
Brief ink stains;
Stillness invigorates
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Word
Work;
Dwell
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Beauty styles
Breeze blows easy;
Bamboo tapestry
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Listen to silence
Stillness echoes;
Creative impulse
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Sublime ambience
Magical moments;
My darling loves
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Mystical Rumi
Dervish wisdom;
Love treatise
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Dance
Chance;
Trance
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e-Paper
Electronic transience;
Magnetic poetry
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Ambitious dream
Finesse schemes;
Crafty script
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Touch of empty
Blindness commits;
Ignorance binds
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Baby face boy
Smiles in glee;
Happy sensations
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Leon Enriquez
27 April 2016
Singapore
Cicely Catherine Charlotte,
Child of a cosmopolitan century,
Captain of the cruise vessel
Cooling its boilers in the cove.
Cicely dispensing catnip
creates crazy feline
cuckoo climbing, jumping with
crack me up comedy, provided free.
Conjuring cat creativity
catnip can’t cleverly control;
calamity aboard a cruise ship.
In crystal dreams of cat-hood
colors writhe in catnip fields
containing cat-antics, a
cabal of cat’tastic
conjuring cats.
Consequentially, the not-so-cute problem
cast upon the ships crew
causes a great cleaning bill
cleaving its way into my cruise line
capital when, cute catnip filled kitties
cast cat-cookies and crap on the carpets.
Cleaning is by no means cathartic;
coughed up catnip-furballs, neither.
Even worse when cats like eating Cajun food;
coloring the ships carpets a saffron red.
Crafty cleaners, I suppose
could create some conquering detergent but, the
cost could easily run sky high,
for calamity cat’s cursed ills, so
cruise ships might best consider not
allowing cruises with cats.
Do you know anything about the various
Time pieces that are on different lengths
Of thin chain dangling from the forest trees?
Are you or some one you know missing a
Time piece?
Did people actually abandon these things?
Were they stolen or did they become a
Payment to some unknown wing Banshee
To ward off an unexpected catastrophe.
Where are the forestry police?
Do you know anything about the various
Time pieces that are on different lengths
Of thin chain dangling from the forest trees?
This is a mystery.
It will be a feather in some ones cap if they
Can solve this theft ring master piece.
Did people actually abandon these things?
Were they stolen or did they become a
Payment to some unknown wing Banshee.
I will talk to all the woodland folk brownies,
Elves, and I will start with the wood fairy.
He might have some information for my
Investigation that he will release.
Do you know anything about the various
Time pieces that are on different lengths
Of thin chain dangling from the forest trees?
Well! I did see
A sparkle as the sun hit something metal
Or flashy in the mouth of the crow named
Bernice.
Did people actually abandon these things?
Were they stolen or did they become a
Payment to some unknown wing Banshee.
When I called out her name she dropped
What was in her mouth and kept going on
Her journey.
Thank you so much you have been very
Helpful. I will put out an all points bulletin
Right away. Crows love shiney and sparkly
Things. Don't leave anything that can be
Taken by the crows on your picnic table.
We will try to give everyone back their
Watch as a lot of them are still very nice.
If you all help us with this we should see
A very noticeable theft decrease.
Do you know anything about the various
Time pieces that are on different lengths
Of thin chain dangling from the forest trees?
Did people actually abandon these things?
Were they stolen or did they become a
Payment to some unknown wing Banshee.
So much to solicit, but with substance excluded,
she mimics intimacy, but leaves one secluded.
Flatteries slip off her tongue like honey's sultry sweetness.
"Come to this incensed bed for pleasure's soft caress."
Like a crafty serpent's spiel, her lips slither stellar speech.
Secure your spirit, flesh, and soul; she'll sample some of each.
With silken negligees, she'll sustain a slave's stronghold,
stealing one's strength like the lust for shiny gold.
One's best possession is sequestered, that of self, a sword within,
squandered to a showy stranger, a satanic mannequin.
Leaving spouse and offspring grieving, an egregious price to pay,
some have spurned their own cisterns to search for soggy clay.
Listen closely, my son, with stern discretion be wise.
For she will lead you in similitude as Eden's sad demise.
12-8-2020
References: Proverbs 5 & Proverbs 7
"Flee sexual immorality. Every sin that a man does is outside the body, but he who commits sexual immorality sins against his own body." 1 Corinthians 6:18
LIES.. It's very Tricky
A deceitful
crafty craft
Too Sucky
ingratiating and obsequious.
Picky is the teller
fussy, faddy and choosy
a picky eater
Pick the MOUTHS Up
The teller
Leaves the EAR Down
The told
And the BRAIN fooled
Living you
Vulnerable and vandalize
Living in absolute
Deceits and fear
LIES... Very bitter
When the TRUTHS
Prevails
Nothing can be
Hidden forever
LIES... It blocks your
Chakra
The consequences
Spiritual!!!
LIES... It brings you
Instant gratification.
be the victor
Physically!!
LIES... Some are illusion
For survival, Being
Told for GOOD reason
And others for
Manipulation just
to Destroy another.
All is not lost
Memories buried in my bosom
Are not yet dead
The plays, fads and foibles
Bubble in my heart
Giving me my precious self and
The chaste child of golden days
School, boys and teachers
Were the part of myself
As much as were the mango tress
And the secretly plucked fruits
The sly slips of the classes
And the clever excuses
Remind me of crafty endurance
Days full of quest and curiosity
Every moment learning new things
Preserving them in ceaseless memory
Bracing unwanted family intrusions
An undiminished soul
Always busy and demanding
A baby with eternal exuberance
Big dreams in the tiny heart
Days full of kites and
Paper-boats in rain-filled yard
Father’s scare and mother’s love
Stress of exams and results
Marching to school with heavy bags
Always eager for the last bell
The days blossomed into youth
Maturity and senility took over
Worries, conflicts and tensions
Replaced the bloom and joy
Desire to retrieve the gone days
Flimsy but soothing burns inside
And the life goes on
Tasteless pelt whiffs of mundane air
Against my nostrils numb with dread;
Scarcely fathom I what spectacle fair
Beyond this umbra curtain latent lies.
Tetchy harbingers over dark corners
Lurk under dismal mirage-like cloud;
Tomorrow's dreams in eldritch lines
Occlude wisest presages renowned.
Each day's bleak bulletins present
Chillily menacing brutish shadows,
As jinxed year's tides forward hop
Into ever-spiraling strangling woes.
Suave eccedentesiast lips no longer
Can mask sore past's swelling blight,
Nor plastic laughter as finely conceal
Apprehensive misgiving's inured bite.
Though indelible certainty clear outline
Of stealthily skulking prospect obscure,
And crafty clock dials key inchings hide,
This menaced soul shall still reign pure.
I wonder at what lesson had been taught
abandoning the gift I treasured most...
in every dream conceived, you held me close.
Yet, now, each tear I cry seems all for naught -
mere remnants, never noticed, shared, nor caught,
nor tasted, but transported creek to coast;
reminding me that Love was just a ghost.
With one small hint of Heaven, hell is fraught.
Fear lies in wait, anticipating dreams;
then, shreds them bit by bit as each ascends.
But, just afore, allows one great embrace,
ensuring well-earned praise for crafty schemes,
as well as doubt, discouraging amends.
Once vital dreams now garnished in disgrace...
*Original ending line: "To its surprise, survives unending Grace!"
**With new last line, title change to "fear's disgrace".
Sway my heart in your reveling sight
Waltz your way in the dream of night
But beware of the dancing neon signs
What lures you in is the curse of plight
There’s a crafty face on devil’s door
And a mighty beast is howling a roar
There’s happy smile on clamor of yore
And a disguise waiting to settle a score
Some that glitter aren’t gemstones
Some that sparkle are spurious clones
Look closer for their impish tone
Don’t get fooled by the looks alone
When you’re thirsty looking for water
Don’t be duped by the optical illusion
As you totter in the midst of a desert
A mirage will never quench your thirst
Pleasure’s written on the bottle of gin
Drink a little and you will happily grin
But your head will spin if you dip in sin
Down the primrose path you’ll never win
There’s a crafty face on devil’s door
And a mighty beast is howling a roar
There’s happy smile on clamor of yore
And a disguise waiting to settle a score
February 5, 2020
Placed 1st: Pick a title, vol. 13, lyric poetry contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Down the primrose path
Placed 3rd: Strand select L contest by Brian Strand
He’d stay for a minute and watch the sun. Then disappear like the wind… and then there was none!
He’d follow my footsteps in the snow.
He’d watch me off to work in the car go.
He’d be around at breakfast and tea time and would always get fed.
He’d patrol n the nighttime when we were in bed.
He’d come in out of the rain , warm up and have a kip then be out again!
He’d walk high the fence line to see what was ‘his’!
He’d roll around in the sun on the grass until he got himself into a tiz!
The morning deck, the afternoon deck, the greenhouse and the borders were all good for a kip.
He’d be back even after I’d taken him home.
He’s got his ‘stations’ all round the close!
He knows which way the wind does blow.
That crafty little feline friend of mine. The neighbour’s cat that lives in our garden.