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RISKING THE RISK
Many things happen under the sun and moon
Nobody cares if it escapes the understanding of the common man
Life is bigger than logic; living is a colossal mystery juxtaposed to existence
Of what use is the mouth if it can’t speak up when needed?
What else is the purpose of the ear if it can’t hear what is happening?
Blindness is the better option if the eye can’t see what its there to see
What again awaits the man that has brain and can’t make use of it; Death?
Who would see a fight and not fight it out with the fight?
What would it profit a man if he gives in to intimidation & looses his rights?
Would you rather be killed when you can kill your killer?
Nobody gave me a chance; I took one
Not ready to think about the risk: let the result be won
Heard everybody dies and not everybody has lived
So, I preferred being the lion that died and not the sheep that lived
So busy daring for many things and not hoping for nothing
Calculations never made a hero; zero plus zero equals to nothing
So destined for greatness; it requires me to take risks and confront hazards
Tomorrow will give birth to both sexes; got the prophecy from the wizards
Refusing to be among the cautious crowd that refuse to play not to loose
I stood out to play to win; won the crown and the queen, then let hell loose.
Intimidation has intimidated me enough that I refuse to be intimidated
I hate that boy that have accepted to be trampled upon by a lesser being
I love the girl that have insisted on standing on her rights and not falling
Shame to the man that is biased and can’t stand on the side of truth & justice
Oh! She said; there is one concept of truth but can be realized in many ways
Glory to who deserves glory; let someone pay respect to the glorified guru
Many came, saw & couldn’t conquer what the few didn’t see, yet conquered
Thought himself a god and treaded on the path angels are afraid to tread on
His ego is stupidly big; he foolishly offended the wrong person that is right
He took the risky risk; now, the outcome can’t be over, risking him a risk.
…Lordvip……
2013
Everything in its place dear
This goes here
and that goes there
It's all so very important
I wonder why you don't care
When you are so messy
I swear I want to pull out my hair
Didn't I just finish telling you
This goes here and that goes there
You lead me to frustration
With your lack of consideration
Don't you hear when I keep asking
Oh please oh me oh my
Those things a bit off of a centre
Are discombobulating to this guy
I'm perplexed by your disheveled
It's not pleasing to my eye
Why can't you do just a little bit
I swear you don't even try!
Her Response:
When I rise in the morning
Who cares if I make the bed
You think I am disheveled
I think it's my style instead
When you're so pernickety
It sometimes makes me see red
Try letting loose a little bit
There are layers you can shed
I'm not about the makeup
Hanging up clothes or other extremes
Yet I'm not quite as messy
as sometimes I'm sure it seems
I do like your sense of order
and that predictability sometimes
I've even come appreciate
that you feel in orderly rhymes
So I'll let you be mostly yourself
and I'll try to compromise a bit
I'll care somewhat a bit more often
where many of the little things sit
Embrace just a bit of unpredictable
For within it a certain order exists
Be daring and a bit spontaneous
Don't be afraid to shake your fists
You'll learn that the special things in life
Won't be written on orderly lists
All in the end that really matters
can be experienced by taking some risks
Written: September 08, 2023
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In the realm of fearless pranks, we meet,
Where weakfish lump and teardrops greet.
A sluice of inducement we embark upon,
With words that excoriate as a lethal swan.
With a droplet of grit and a split decision,
We dismantle our panic with precision.
Such a weak swimming against the tide,
We defy expectations; we won't hide.
In this realm of a daring escapade,
We flare a trail, unafraid.
Raze the doubts, raze the walls,
Letting our spirit freely sprawl.
An escapade, a venture, a thrilling bout,
Shoots of adrenaline, there's no doubt.
Through each channel, we navigate,
Teasing danger, embracing fate
Each hint of chutzpah and boldness.
We tame fears if we're brave and relentless.
But beware, for along this path we tread,
There are lacerations that can't be fled.
The journey may leave us fractured and worn.
But in those moments, true strength is born.
Such a broken teardrop, we may feel the pain.
But we gather our courage, ready to regain.
Through the smoke of depreciation and doubt,
We emerge, displacing the fears that shout.
With chloropicrin in our veins, we prevail.
Indenting our mark, leaving no trail.
In this realm of daring escapades,
We find solace in being unswayed.
Even in chaos, we discover peace.
Plucked delight as lachrymator release.
"To the young and the not too old,
I say, follow that rainbow, go ride it."
-- Lee Kuan Yew
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Reach and attain that dream you seek,
Aim with brave heart that glorious ride;
Inscribe and gain that distant peak,
Nurture fine art to best the tides;
Be willing then to sync with flow,
Observe fond tact and spread your wings;
Work rainbow span where dreamer goes.
Do groom grand act as dream now springs,
Realise the gift daring accords,
Excel the way of pursuits grand;
Answer and lift what zest affords,
Mindset shift pays you brilliant trends;
Exploit the dance of pristine heights,
Rise to the stance of rainbow light.
Leon Enriquez
05 July 2015
Singapore
Octopus arm
circumventing mind
reaching soul
through media
lulled eyes
dreaming sex appeal
and riches
sleeping at a wheel
pulled by strings.
Women in clothes
designed to reveal
layers of make up
to conceal
with strength of men
fighting to gain rights
a life to abort
without a thought
as an object exploited.
Men likewise
in satin attire
urged to be feminine
when they know they are not
hiding grief
passing baton on
octopus lies
not daring resist.
Arise from the dust
with an eagle flight
shake off the snake
into the flame and shout:
We are not afraid
we are men and women of faith!
Love means
Never having to say
I am afraid.
Tenth Place: Brian Strand-All Yours-1/18/21
Ninth Place: Lewis Raynes- Modern Vanity-7/23/17
Awesomely white, amazingly glorious
Bible Revelation Horse* --- victorious…
Carrying CHRIST from heaven celestial
Driven for tasks, divinely essential…
Enthusiastic, daring, energetic
Fulfilling well roles that are prophetic…
Governed by truth and wisdom of Scriptures
Hoisting faith along God’s kingdom ventures…
Instructed upon righteousness' great stride
Jumping over trials midst holy pride…
Kingly Saviour’s Horse bearing gracious light
Leading fellow stallions with goodness flight…
Mounting against evil for love to reign
Never neglecting duty of peace gain…
Optimizing strength as the Lord’s War Horse
Powerfully propelled by triumph force…
Quick to respond toward blest reaching-out
Readily hurdling tests of hardships- bout…
Steadfast and stable to smite sin downfall
Trotting above frustration neigh and call…
Upheld to ascend via kindness’ speed
Vanquishing hate by Master’s loving deed…
Winning favor of supreme Commander
X-ing out loss, praising Servant Leader…
Yielded to Creator Almighty
Zealous joyful Horse toward eternity.
*Revelation 19:11 And I saw heaven opened, and behold a white horse; and he that sat upon him was called Faithful and True, and in righteousness he doth judge and make war.
October 8, 2021
(Abecedarian in couplet form)
3rd place, "A Notable Horse" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori; judged on 10/14/2021.
Do not go gentle into the good night,
Where shadows dance, and darkness takes its flight.
Embrace the fire that burns within your soul,
Let passion guide you as you reach your goal.
Though time may pass and wear upon your frame,
Let not your spirit yield to sorrow's claim.
In every moment, let your spirit soar,
With every step, create a life worth more.
Resist the urge to dwell on days long past,
Instead, embrace the future and hold it fast.
The stars still shine, though they may seem concealed,
Their light remains, waiting to be revealed.
Rage against the dying of the light,
Ignite your dreams, let them take flight.
For life's too short to fade away unseen,
So seize the day and make your spirit keen.
Embrace the challenges that lie ahead,
With every breath, let your true self be shed.
Do not go gentle into the good night,
But blaze a path with all your strength and might.
Umbilical umbrellica of umbral phantanes
"Anjelsmoth Banjitreel Naievae"
These are the spasmodic words you cause in me,
dare to ascertain in my exotic condition
of your cusping contain
My darkroom carotodomy gastronomy
of infrareds and lightwinds, rushing in,
scouts of wrath seeking the four ends
As you pet pet pet care snap twang, mend
"your pretty thing"
KarmaSupra-Natural endear- in me how spooning
feeds bends at my thrashing and gnashing of teeth
where your purring thickens in my auditorium,
arouses condition,
echoes in sonar picture perfect verbatim,
ruins in salvatore partition
Your light-wound
Is it a seizure, a leash
Tourettes syndrome, speaking in tongues?
What is it called, may I know-
I need a name, give me your true name-
and what aim, what precision archery,
what kind of game are you hunting?
Bondfires burning in the Valley of the Kings
Stuck Pig, squealing and turned by your spiteful
rotisserie of baneful spit you leave to dangle
as an apple on your lips?
Mountain Ram, braving the rocks and the heights carelessly of crash-ward depths?
Did I lock horns a moments long locked
on a linger and caught in a snare
of your primal mating ritual of Astuan?
Challenge your beckoning finger
talons of Vulcan Eagle to soar me to the heavens,
how did we get here?
Why must I be your icarus of daring -
savage amusement, knowing
I cannot outstare the burning sun
The melting in your wax museum,
peepshow coliseum, of the lost, you are the acost
of my 'verted musement again and again and again
Libra is scaling taxation, purgatory perdeum owed-
to the shades of Shangri la,
I'd say we, you and me are more than even,
Nefertiri
Will our clashes ever die?
Our gashes ever sustain or lusts
or take the darts from our eyes?
We a gleaming the cube and porpoising the rift
on the lips of
evermore, Eigypsed in the swollen rains
with chariots on fire
At the steppes of our estranged world,
of the law, of desire
...You can feel them on the wind...
Though her life span was less than a week,
The Pink Lady of Malibu was a glorious sight,
Never to be forgotten by anyone who was lucky enough to see her
The daring escapade spanned six months
Timing her final foray on the cliff to coincide with the full moon
On October 31st, 1966, seemingly overnight
there appeared on the sheer cliff wall
above the Malibu Canyon tunnel
a 60-foot-tall painting of a nude woman
gamboling freely with her black hair flowing behind her
and a fistful of yellow lilies
No one knew who had created this guerrilla artwork
but scandalized Los Angeles County officials
Fearing traffic congestion and looky-loo accidents
They had decided she couldn't stay
House paint and a giant stencil to accomplish the artwork
The paint had soaked into the porous rock
Finding it impossible to remove her
The county ended up covering the Pink Lady in beige paint
Where will you live if we allow you to go to the U.K.?
Mulan hesitated. The only witch her family knew was Xianniang.
I will be well taken care of, she assured them.
They did not understand her ways, or the wizarding world.
Who will guard the Emperor if you leave?
She knew they were stalling. Li Shang had this in his sleep.
Imperial China is secure, she reassured them.
You can send letters to me through Minerva McGonagall.
You have powerful enemies, Hua Zhou reminded his daughter.
No worries, she told him, they will have a tough time reaching me.
I will be staying where most cannot go, many cannot find the platform.
The most brave, daring and chivalrous are there. Courage is their motto.
They sound fierce, her mother said. She smiled. “Like my daughter.”
Mushu and lucky cricket danced, thinking they were going.
You can go as far as Gryffindor’s Common Room, she told them.
No further. She looked harsh, but they knew she would fold.
“Let’s do a little magic, let’s play some little games.”
“Let’s create a little havoc by the River they call Thames.”
Mulan was more determined now than ever to leave them here.
She could not wait to put a mute spell on both of them.