Long Defiance Poems
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A HUNCHED BACKED MOBSTER
It’s sunset in late afternoon, where towards a water pan,
A pride of lionesses, approach with a much rehearsed plan,
Followed by a clan of mobsters,
Hyenas cackling luridly like monsters,
All wanted the impala buck, upon seeing them he ran!
The impala was unfortunately no match for these fierce lions,
Nor the clan of hyenas running after them in defiance,
The lions caught it with a crunch,
But the hyenas wanted this munch,
A stand-off between two enemies, who have no alliance.
Hyenas with much stronger jaws and now many in number
Threatened the lions, who did not fancy forever to slumber,
And decided to not argue this kill,
Hyenas hunchbacked, thick necked, will
Now demolish this meal, free from any lion encumber.
The Hyena a predator and scavenger with intense criminal intent,
Classed as a species of only few, the Hyaenidae, this meant,
Was regarded neither as dog or cat,
A thief, a lowlife, a rat,
A brazen mobster, who leaves behind him a rancid scent!
FOOT NOTE
But should hyenas bump into the king of the bush and his brother at the Kruger National Park,
Visitors, will be in awe as hyenas back off, outgunned and outwitted,
They will slink away!
We should blame our bad habits
for our illness and take the heaviness
off our chest doing some profound reflection:
does our rage come from rebellion,
or our stubbornness to admit failures,
not following intuition, only wits?
Could Heavenly Mercy be denied to us eternally?
Is it hard to turn around and repair damage?
Too little concern and endless anguish
conflict with each other until we'll perish;
We have missed the blessing constantly,
thinking that no harsh punishment
would be given to us through sinful conduct;
we tarnished this image to avenge purity,
and be less concerned about our pilgrimage
to the House that's never without light?
Who opposes to bow down will be condemned,
I bow down, ask for divine mercy and plead!
A slow return to awareness is compelled
by spiruality and that sense of great bond;
I'm returning to the old life of worrilessness
where all roses despite their colors
had a scent and this boy didn't hesitate a bit
to bring some to his mom awaiting;
wasn't joy a possession never appreciated:
when the simplest things had an impact
on each emotion intensely exploding?
Wasn't happiness the source of all we loved,
and a declaration of devotion to mother and God?
Could anyone explain what defiance amounts to,
and which consequences we cannot undo?
Does our rage that comes from rebellion?
Can He take us back and end all frustration?
Inflict pain on anyone and God can be far from kind;
enrage Him and everything becomes chaos for the mind!
Speak not rose of lady youth in manner now barbarian,
In presence yet uncouth.
Unworthy of a dirt which lives traverse.
A specter of recluse, a sum indeed perverse.
Finger of defiance, solitary stone.
No right to see a sun hath ever shone.
Those agree will likewise see a darker hour.
Compassions mote wherein will stay no power.
Door of redemption, light high-gloried path,
So spilt each night in blind were I a different
Troubled mind,
Each time left un-renewed,
But never left behind.
Self-imposed injunction, writ of fear upon us all
For lessor treasons to each heart.
A scaffolding erected long before all conscious minds
Could comprehend.
Hateful bully, now forgiven, intellectually sad.
Shallow grave lain upon a lifetime lived.
Presence of a lonely heart from start to start.
Am I my sister’s keeper after all.
Could I become more than I am.
Released to choose a life I’m given.
Die a death to which all souls are driven.
What life but lonely search unknown.
Touch or sound from whence we come,
To walk upon this earth left splintered,
Shaken un-mistaken, for the life to which we’re bound.
Give me the ball, sir, I will go with pride so forth.
All iniquity done for less the worth.
I have no tear to cry.
I will love this life and all until I have no will to try
Then close my eye in awe
And taste nor tarry blood now un-remaining.
Relinquish proof of sound
To both thine ears un-staining.
Journey Journal Page
CODE SAD MODE
By Leon Enriquez
My heart knows how love hurts
Blush of wild fling casts dirt
By day sad dreary hues
By night pain comes on cue
My soul feels turmoil brief
As sadness marks high grief
My distress gropes and sways
Now I feel slow time slay
My pain seeps through my veins
I feel loss pique disdain
Upon my bed I feel
Fatigue as hurts distills
~~~~~~~~~
My tale of anguish drains
Cold blaze burns all in vain
Yet pain grounds me right here
A slave as fear endears
My days are spent most sad
My heavy heart now mad
Hides in dark empty feel
As burdens cluster spill
My night stains dreary dwell
Beyond lost charms that tell
Love is a bloated gist
Beyond the broken list
~~~~~~~~~
My quest greets a sad mode
Blush of unease stains code
The choking knot binds pain
A hangman’s rope now drains
My deluge of sadness
Chokes a certain madness
I try my best to run
Yet my pain exults pun
My touch and feel grinds rut
Unveils unease that cuts
Abide with bloody thaw
Of anxious feelings raw
~~~~~~~~~
My madness feels extreme
Pain gathers rancid cream
Slice of misadventure
As hurts bleed odd censure
My eyes sense dark night groom
Loss of light in this room
I sit with dark shadows
As odd feelings swallow
My late trip gains a grip
As melancholy rips
Dismay whips the sad tale
Stern defiance thus prevails
~~~~~~~~~
My plight decrees sad flight
Blind afterglow put right
If only I can see
The way things now can be
My way to face this strife
To simply live this life
Through a winding journey
That mellows ecstasy
My poise of story line
A pickle in life’s brine
To find the rainbow here
In tints that arouse cheer
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
27 February 2024
Singapore
Let love be the key and
the purpose of my being.
Let compassion course
through my veins, and
kindness to humanity be
the reason for my existence.
Let there be a hope for
the future in the graveyard
of destruction, and let
new life spring from the
seeds of murderous greed.
An end to need.........
A sharing of resources
in a world that has enough
for everyone. No more hunger,
no more violence, just an endless
spring of hope from which to
drink, and love on which to feed.
If we all shout loud enough
our voices will be heard.
If we all stand tall enough
the spine of faith will straighten,
and changes will occur.
But if we whisper in the corner,
and let the bullies win,
and with a look they wither us
so we crumble and give in,
then the destruction will continue:
the world will surely die,
the rivers all will cease to flow;
and we'll be left there you
and I, still cowering in the corner
mouthing silent words of platitude,
watching armies of undoing
conquer towns of desolation
and fields of broken dreams.
Let's all sing together then,
with unity of voice.
Let's all march with defiance
while there's still a choice.
Join hands in rings of friendship,
shout loud a victory song,
Let all the world, from east to
west harmoniously sing along.
The night slowly unveiled its meek presence,
One final call from nature its essence;
When lullabies awaken some from sleep,
While others conjure softer naps to reap.
The moon and stars had just chased out the sun,
Their twinkles the clouds could no longer shun.
The sky now dons an airglow-twined garment—
Its twilight robe left sombrely dormant.
The chirps and croaks were hymns for that silence,
Both friend and foe in ruly defiance,
They thrilled the dark as they all soared and flew,
Unbothered, though their seasoned songs weren't new.
Sharp jaws filled stomachs yearning to be dared,
Yet weaker grasps let certain grubs be spared,
All in the race to beat the sunlight scare,
Before the night leaves nothing left to share.
With internal devices I fight,
Battling my demons of the night.
Inside I am cold, empty, and alone,
Frightening faces, a burdening tone.
The blood of nights passed,
How long must they last?
Screaming shadows cast through the room,
Summoning the sense of utter doom.
The plague of the darkness,
It lasts with death's kiss,
A suffocating silence,
The vibration of defiance,
Echos in deaf ears,
Calling upon foreboding fears.
Churning guilt, a face of it's own,
Haunted whispers chilling the bone.
The Burden Man sits and plans your demise,
He consumes you slowly; feeding on lies.
He never sleeps; neither do you,
The paranoia becomes too much and you're through,
You're being eaten alive, from the inside out,
You can't breath, nor can you shout.
The Burden Man wins; he always will.
Your presence, it haunts, it lingers still.
The Burden man whispers his ominous dictum:
"I am not your friend. I am your victim."
In Greek mythology Partenope was a beautiful siren
who frequented the shore of Cuma on warm days
to deride the strong and handsome Odysseus
who was madly in love with a very young woman.
On that shore of delightful scents there was a pristine beach
washed by a pretty sea and while Odysseus was eager to teach
love to this virgin....golden as sun rays, fragile as sunflowers;
a tearful Panepole watched them touch, kiss and close eyes.
Were rejection and resentment the causes of all she became?
Her anger was enough to disturb the noon's beautiful peace
and stop them from being two souls immensely passionate,
but she needed the help of Poisedoin who stirred many seas.
Poisedoin's voice echoed through swelling clouds turning gray to rave,
" How dares Odysseus court a mortal...a mere earthly worm! "
And with a furious gesture, he cried out and started a storm;
" Ignore the angry God!" Odysseus shouted running with her into a cave.
" I came to Italy with my fellow Cumans to find happiness by loving
this woman who'll bear my children! " He replied with defiance
to the angered Poisedoin who kept on rising waves disliking his rudeness...
" Tell Partenope not to stalk me...she's an envious siren without feeling!"
A loud earthquake shook the entire sea and Cuma was submerged in water,
but in his haste Poisedoin had forgotten to warn Partenope of the danger...
she was swollen up by a huge wave and washed ashore like fishes and shells;
Partenope's jealousy caused her own death and we remember her on stormy days.
Martin Luther King this man stood tall
held by his deep convictions so real
having known of God's sovereign hand
this his hour has God's seal
But opposition operates much
in defiance against all, that's true
believing in his heart all he said
standing firm so his convictions grew
This man had no short-sighted vision
in his memorable speech, 'I have a dream'
he believed one day to see destiny
coming equally for all to redeem
But the gun would take him down
he would not see his appointed day
now 50 years on how far has it come?
colour all over the world still holds sway
Will we indeed ever see true equality?
as man's sinfulness blinds them to be true
nothing's changed since Eden's garden itself
all men are but fools not knowing what to do!
MASQUERADE BALL MACABRE
clash of swords and ebony bones,
this masquerade ball quickens her pulse.
her mask’s sutured to her face.
panic embraces her opaque eyes.
silver flashes, like lightening bolts, to win her hand.
spectres did hypnotize her, thus paralyzed and
abandoned to this land of obscurity.
she reaches out to plead, in a grave moment of despair.
her white gown gutted, spills crimson from her limb.
Esmeralda remains aloof for the juncture of the clash.
head throbs from the sound of shrieking bones.
likewise, the wound pounds, as her heart sinks further south,
into oblivion, building a veneer of defiance towards eventual death.
pitch black horror and melting wax of a ghostly moon devours,
what’s left of her innocence. Her silent screams grow ever stronger.
the clash of swords and ebony bones have gone quiet.
5/28/2017
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