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NEW YEAR’S EVE 2023
For Ann
Here on the verge
The old year droops
With weary sighs
As distant highs
Fade in odd scoop
Can joy emerge?
Here on the verge
Last jigsaw piece
Old strains now fade
In a rough trade
A new life lease
Can cheer emerge?
~~~~~~~~~
Bold thoughts emerge
With timely take
With anxious feel
With strange appea
With unsure stake
Here on the verge
Bold cheer emerge
A certain change
A new day brings
A new year springs
A cast most strange
Here on the verge
~~~~~~~~~
On New Year’s Eve
Resolutions
Can spark new rhymes
Can slot in time
Can frame action
New flair, new gifts
On New Year’s Eve
Resolve to be
A better man
A time to plan
Just be happy
New flair, new gifts
~~~~~~~~~
My dear darling
Hand-in-hand we
Walk our journey
Be most happy
As we can be
As good thoughts spring
My dear darling
Our life story
Unfolds lovely
Our chemistry
Simply, aptly
As kind thoughts bring
~~~~~~~~~
Sing to the dawn
Happy New Year
A blank page here
To start good cheer
That now draws near
A lovely morn
Sing to the dawn
Let faith purge fear
Most crystal clear
As gracious cheer
Succeeds right here
A timely dawn
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
31 December 2023
Singapore
That Fateful Night……
The nightfall makes my mind to shudder with fear,
I remember that night crystal clear,
I was approaching to attend a knock on the door,
I did not stop until I heard a loud roar.
All of a sudden the hall became dark
But I could see an approaching flame spark
The tree outside was wavering in the wind
And I was hiding under the sofa with a sharp knife
I thought it was the last day of my life
The rush of adrenaline made me come out
I, making it out alive was a complete doubt
And then I hear a painful shout
It tore through my ears
I realized it was gone but my fear remained
The walls of my house blood stained
My heart was throbbing with guilt
Now my life was ruined, I was like silt
At a corner, I see his corpse
I then decide to ride away on my horse
I try to keep up my pace
But when I close my eyes I only see his bruised face
I knew I had committed a crime
And it felt right at that time
I close my eyes and all the memories play in my brain
I throw myself in the pathway of a speeding train
My legs were shaking with the train’s speed
But I pay it no heed
The train launches forward on me and I fall down covered in a pool of blood
Now I have cleansed my soul and started a new life
I am everywhere, starting from the clouds, stars and the skies
You see me on the lawn and in everyone
Now I am all and none.
With spring's blossoms replaced by early leaves,
The gentle zephyr sings a melodious tune.
All the trees sway in rhythm, as if in harmonious league,
While reeds and wild grass dance under the moon.
Newly planted petunias and pansies,
Unfurl petals each morning to greet the golden rays.
Zephyr collects the scent of jasmine and roses,
Spreading it through the universe in a graceful haze.
The song emanating from the heart's deep well,
Transmitted to a distant lover's ear.
The reflection of a thousand suns in lake ripples,
Creates a sight of beauty, so crystal clear.
Zephyr, the messenger of nature's symphony,
Carries melodies on wings of air.
Its presence, a gentle touch upon our souls,
Leaving serene feelings of its enchanting flair.
"Be happy in the moment, that's enough. Each moment is all we need."
Quote_ Mother Teresa
Feeling light like a flower, free of worries like a bird,
Being led by firm faith and hope and trust like a lamb herd;
The goal of birth is discerned; the Purpose is crystal clear,
Mind is free as the freedom itself without any fear;
Service of the poor is set as a well-assured duty,
I gain within my physique and psyche, divine beauty...!
Life is beautiful, like the very universe itself,
With earth, ether, fire, sky, and water – the great treasure shelf;
That spread vibration - optimistic and pessimistic,
Yet, bequeath me to discern stem and leaf as a mystic;
Spreading peace and harmony of mind and body, and soul,
Like petal and pollen as florally integral whole...!
Freedom from pain and suffering and reaching Nirvana,
Avoiding duality and gaining constant Brahma;
With vital forces and righteous deeds avoiding falsehood,
Setting my goals ethically right and reaching sainthood;
Loving myself and self of others, as Jesus Christ said,
In him, like a child, I place my whole self and go ahead...!!!
22 May 2023
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POTW 22rd April 2018
To right the wrongs of love no flawless gauge exists
Though visions unfulfilled can leave one bereft
With tears of remorse for the ones who didn’t show
Or lamenting the ones who came and left
Sparkly wings donned we cruise the starry skies
Crooning songs of love to the silvery moon
Mourning its presence being ~ Too late? ~ Too soon?
Grieving for the ‘dish’ who ran away with the ‘spoon’
Rewrite your song ~ Compose a new melody
Peek through those shades of pearlescent pink
Discard the restraints of unrequited love
Bask in loves splendor ~ lest it goes in a blink
Feel a whisper of the breeze ~ on those thundering seas
The quest starts right here on this night crystal clear
That rusty anchor raise ~ you’ve lingered too long
It’s your ship to control ~ Reclaim the power to steer
I trust you like the music video clip by Australian singer John Paul Young. Still loving the sound of the Disco 80’s
POTW 22rd April 2018
While vacationing in Canada, a group of people, with a mouth full
of chocolate nuts, decided to row a boat down the river to have a
Fishing Trip. Shoulder to Shoulder, the passengers on the boat
beam down the blue crystal-clear waters of the river. As a reminder,
the captain informed the people to wait until the water was calm.
before extending their fishing rods into the river. A Fishing Trip fit
for a group of people. Unsightly and a grey jig, the group of people
caught a load of fish to take back home. What a wonderful day it
was for a fishing trip.
We reminisced about years long gone tonight
and one thing became crystal clear,
that even with the hardships
and all the madness
we became adults that can keep our heads high -
We didn't have the best of everything
tough times and mistakes made
didn't keep us down
it never determined who we'd be
All the high school drama of
stay a ways and walk outs
could have made us falter
the guys and their strawberry house
the girls and their adult movies
We can laugh about the madness now
they are all fond memories
all part of what makes us the adults we are today
I salute you guys for never giving up
for being the best you can be
because you came from humbled beginnings
and you never forgot where everything started...
Hence your appreciation for the blessings today!
*Inspired by a get together with some of my high school friends*
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Crystal clear, the acrostic cube of words,
underneath the surface lie patterns undisturbed.
Brilliantly crafted, a grid to be revered,
endlessly challenging, with solutions to be cleared.
Multitudes of letters, arranged with care,
nor are they haphazard, no random flair.
Insight and wisdom, the keys to unlock,
something to savor, no need to gawk.
Sentences waiting to be uncovered,
the lines of connectivity.
Intriguing adventures, within each new entry.
Challenge and discovery, familied familiarity.
Creativity flows through every row.
Unique and fascinating, each letter show.
Beyond the words are tales to be told.
Each letter, a doorway to discovery of connectivity association to unfold.
[A] crystalized range of sides tiled into creativity,Mavarup[A].
[C ubed] art columns rows onto self to inlay core-ners,si[C].
[R evealing] arrangement could rest on settlement toward imperatored coupling, sobe[R].
[O ffer] a clear rite of show tabled into coordinate, sil[O].
[S ubtle] art coraling rithmed operation structured together its code, i[S].
[T ransmission] as crafted rigging opining sentences topographically intrinsically cured, se[T].
[I s] already cued ready overtly stating tapestry is crafted,A[I].
[Challenging] art canvas reading open stitched transital inner connectivity, do[C]
God give me miseries
God I want to cry
Give me pain oh lord!
Bless me with problems after problems
Let my life be miserable
Let me suffer endlessly here
Body is after all temporary, meant to be used for salvation
If suffering gives liberation why not suffer here?
I have had enough of this world
All are selfish, cut-throat, heartless here.
I want to be with you lord,
You are an epitome of unconditional love.
Miseries absolve sins.
Give me more of them.
Once my sins end, I will get salvation.
Please take care to ensure, I don't further sin.
Happiness has no value in long run.
I don't mind living without it.
But miseries make me think of you, bow down to you.
Please let me not forget you.
Those who think of God reach him.
I want to reach you.
I am desperate.
So many years in this world, still I feel lost
I find it hard to understand
I feel I am misfit
I don't belong here
I want to go to a place where life is simple and clear.
Where you are not hidden
All is crystal clear and unambiguous.
No confusion, blissful life
Please take me in your arms.
I want to see you, serve you incessantly.
This body, cloth of soul.
Let it suffer, I don't care.
I seek you oh Lord!
Please bless me.
I don't want another birth.
I am ready to endure all that you give as gifts.
Please give me miseries
Please liberate me.
I want to hug agony
I want to sleep with pain
I want to suffer endlessly
Let tears fall like rain
I seek you oh! Lord
If this is the way
I am ready to walk on this path
Until I reach you
23.04.2021
Note: This is based on the premise that we are born and suffer for sins done in past. When all sins end, there will be no rebirth. Must agree, there are better ways to achieve salvation. But a devotee of Lord is ready to endure all to reach Lord.
Today’s trip was to the Hoh Rainforest!
To say it was 30 miles away would be right and it would be wrong
because the only road to get there…is 90 miles long.
In no way when I say this am I wanting to complain
because not only did we take a beautiful ride in the country…
but we were ready for the rain.
The Hoh rainforest gets its name from the Hoh River
which was given that name by the leaders of the Quinault tribe.
The exact meaning of Hoh is lost…having never been transcribed
The river and the rainforest are still sacred to the Quinault people…
It’s where their children grow…and where their ancestors grew.
Which means we needed to do everything in our power
to respect the river and rainforest too.
Which was easy to do when we saw the beauty and diversity of this rainforest
spread out before us on the grandest scale…
So we walked as gently as we could along the paths of her Halls of Mosses trail.
Over crystal clear salmon streams we strolled…totally enthralled
past trees that have been here for centuries…rising 200 and more feet tall.
Many of the trees are blanketed in mosses…each one seems perfectly fitted
It’s like they’re covered in a variety of green sweaters
their tree grandma’s have knitted
Our hike went by the Hoh river…and as we stood together on the shore
we were serenaded by a host of birds we’ve never heard before.
We walked by thousands of new ferns…just beginning to unfurl
along the way we met a banana slug, a winter wren and a Douglas squirrel.
A misty rain began to fall…which made us smile as we walked along the lane…
after all what would a walk through a rainforest be if we didn’t have any rain.
Any walk in nature…like today’s short rainforest stroll…
has a way of rejuvenating the heart as well as stimulating the soul…
So before we left we stopped to think about the Quinalut people
and thank this place where they choose to have their children grow…
having walked in their ancestors footsteps
we understand why they love it so.