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I loved on Saturdays in March, at dawn
(back then, each day was Saturday) to root
in pond and hedgerow. Light was pale, dilute,
and buds clung tight and hard around the thorn.
This season, with the world so freshly born,
enchanted me. Each flicking, wedge-faced newt,
sedge on his face, unconscionably cute,
each ink-black eye from thousands in the spawn,
each clear cold pool, each acid-green young shoot,
each minnow which acknowledged my pursuit
and twitched my hand-held line (no hope of rod!),
each copse, so self-contained and absolute,
with nascent blossom dusted, bluebell-shod,
appeared to me a pledge of life from God.
a thought of beauty scared away by negative thought
is easily bought as if given free
only to put on hold the bold
a thought so beautiful an angels breathe
could carry it across time
in a gentle rain shower
all living things could then feel its beauty
and be one with this beauty
which might strive to be alive
to share the air with all that lives
the beauty says, “I’ve seen things eyes have never seen
more beautiful than a rainbow in a waterfall
I tell you of things I’ve heard
melodies so pure as to melt the strings of a harp
while transcending the harpist and audience
to states of mind and emotion never before visited
open your minds and allow the essence of life
to dilute the sin nature of physical existence
imagine the soul as it reveals itself
beyond the limitations of the body
be your soul end the struggle
accept the oneness of being
you are a part of all that is
all that surrounds you, you also surround
blend in let your existence be noted
by your extraordinaire ability
to be congruent with all that is alive
with all that that is
you may become aware that the best of you
it actually the rest of you
MY PHILOSOPHY
My Philosophy is based on morality.
showing honesty as prime quality
on journey of my life
Moral values of life go universal,
do not alter race wise,
neither country wise
nor religion wise
stiff and strong like a knife.
My values of life depicts love, integrity
truth being the priority, above all, humanity
sharp and keen like a knife.
My Philosophy kills evils and devils
overcoming all lies ,crooked cruelty cries
pierced by moral knife.
Moral values of life
accepted by mankind ever remained same kind
being as shinning as a knife.
Philosophy of my life
teaches truth as absolute.
Lies can never dilute
nor sins or crime to pollute.
My introspection guides my activity
honoring humanity,
showing true philosophy
in every step of life.
02/ 11/ 21
My Significant 2021 Poem
Third Place
Contest by Beata Agustin
I come in a pretty bottle
But no I’m not a Genie
Yet I can promise big problems
For a time will feel teeny
I’ve been called liquid courage
I’m really the refuge of the weak
If you lack confidence darling
You will no longer feel meek
You might start out laughing
Until the tears dilute your beer
If only you had avoided me
You wouldn’t find yourself here
Unlike a magic Genie
I offer you no wishes times three
Have another bottle of tequila
So you can live inside me
I love how you caress me
As I slip past your lips
You can feel me warm you
From your head to your hips
Minutes to hours
The years all sipped away
You are obsessed with me darling
and for me that’s AOK
In time I’ll replace your family
Take your job and your home
Still some stranger will join you
Because who likes to drink alone
Want is my weapon
The bottle is my perfect trap
You are welcome any time lover
You just have to remove the cap
At dawn, when wind blows...
Beyond might tree grows,
Can its root rescue
Dying tree anew?
Even though mountain
Floats root, its fountain:
Growing up at ease,
High and strong, should seize
Inner wind's rough hands,
Jogging wind's commands-
Keen on dropping all,
Lest the tree does fall.
Much might, rage enshrined,
Nails wind so unkind,
Oiling it with zeal
Pressure couldn't heal...
Quiet tree's pleas, kneel leafs
Repeatedly beefs-
Struggling tree, wind pulls...
Timing fall schedules.
Until it obeys,
Victory wind conveys.
Waiting wrath won't stop;
Xenophobic cop-
Young unyielding root,
Zealously dilute!
Dog eat dog world
Awakes to new dawn;
Paradoxical gains
Words and yet more
Empty words dilute;
Cold comfort frozen
Headlines sensation
Bad news in vogue;
Catchy decadence
Muse upon feeling
Profound thought;
Self-realization lights
Mood swings highlight
Psychic trauma;
Pain instigates
Skybridge running track
26 floors above;
Senior citizens jog
Look to this day
To do something good;
Saturday cat nap
Set routines
To-Do List unfurls;
Time is never enough
Much ado
About nothing new;
Changes re-order
Ideas rule the world
Change agents --
Come and go abruptly
Worn-out old pavilion
Two weary workers;
Chat over beer repast
Busy passage conduit
People hurry briskly;
Haphazard side stepping
Busy networking
Trying to get ahead;
Lost in the crowd
Visual impact dazzle
Too much colour;
Not much insight
Takeaway counter
Pre-order your drink blend;
Beverage on-the-fly
Leon Enriquez
04 July 2014
Singapore
Written: October 16, 2023
This Or That, Vol 21 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Nobody is more dangerous than he who imagines himself pure in heart; for his purity, by definition, is unassailable. James A. Baldwin
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Shadows shroud the world and wicked looms
There is a stronghold whenever chivalry blooms.
It is solid and unmovable, a towering presence.
A secure haven if everyone is at quintessence.
Unaffected by the anathematization of outer world
In your way, nothing impure may be hurled.
It stays there, watertight and unbreakable.
Beyond the decry of the earth's taints, unshakable
No adulterant can taint its empyrean ground.
Within its walls, only purity is found.
Vividness and zeal, in every hue and shade,
Dilute not the chroma, as fine purity is wade.
No watered-down ideas, no pure erroneous
Truth alone is pristine, eternal, and harmonious.
It sustains its foundation in dignity and poise.
Unblemished by wrongdoing, free of evil noise
With laser-like focus, you defy the mundane.
Its honor is immune from any taint of disdain.
Static in an unassailable way, its saturation of caste
A stronghold of acquittal, a haven of sanctity that lasts
unassailable purity, a beacon of light,
Steering calix souls toward what is right.
In a world plagued by avarice and desire,
It nestles as a vestige, a cosmic canorous choir.
Purity is beyond simply a word or a name.
However, an unquenchable goodness flame
Within a world that tries to cheat and deceive.
The unshakeable purity is steadfast; never leave.
Note: The following dialogue is between the voice of Mother Nature and the voice of man.
It is dedicated to the countless victims of the earthquake-induced tsunami in Samoa.
My Ring of Fire sets ready to erupt
For I, Mother Nature, have had enough
Of pollutants invading reservoirs
And oil-drilled coastlines, sands coated by tar
How thankful we are for this plentiful earth
Proceeds and profits boast our corporate worth
Our mistakes and errors in destructive ways
Mother Nature will repair in a matter of days
Sea creatures poisoned by hazardous waste
Trash left on beaches by people in haste
Sea oats destroyed as construction proceeds
Turtle hatchlings wandering toward man made beams
The land is aplenty with resources so fine
We can wash away the debris, reap when mined
Mercury, chemical and oils as well
Mother Nature will dilute as we continue to sell
Whales wash up and expire on ocean shores
Battleships litter the deepest sea floors
With thinning ozone, sea temperatures rise
Igniting rage in my volatile eyes
Another tanker runs aground of the Alaska coast
Insurance companies payout, our boards in toast
We can rely on our refineries and oil wells
For Mother Nature will replace and it will all be swell
Earthquakes, tsunamis are my weapons
Earth’s last days may be man’s time to reckon
We will reap the rewards as our conglomerates grow rich
Mother Nature will allow, our industrial snitch
What I wish to speak,
every endeavor would dilute
the essence like Plato’s forms.
Can a shadow imitate heat?
Lost in translation, best to keep
simple, lucid as a hand
stroking cheek.
But hands slightly tremble
in the slightest of moments,
shadows you can’t help but witness
in your vision’s corner,
however brief.
I crave to show what I can’t speak
in purest form, then collect
all potential meanings
as if each held the key
to all secrets beneath
every star that gleams.
If time’s an illusion, what of me?
Simple queries hold the key
to grand possibilities.
Everything’s trembling now..
We can only touch what seems.
He touches her, she touches he.
What is there but revelry
in unkempt distribution?
The patterns of art,
songs of new and old,
mock solutions and whisky
in a cup of tea.
But there in silence we see
the thing in itself.
Softly tugging your sleeve.
Kiss me harder,
and softer.
Hold me tighter,
and longer.
Dream.
Some say yesterday a sweet memory,
but to me, yesterday is another bad dream
I want to shake off forthwith.
Although I admit today as today
because I see sun in the sky, I suppose,
today would be another day of bad dream as well at last,
and if this premise is true or can be constructed from
past experience and present, then, what can you expect
from tomorrow. Most likely, no positive outcomes.
Despite of all those negative connotations, I want to vest
some meaning to tomorrow. Perhaps, I have a belief
though with uncertainty, that everything has its end.
With ruined make-up in a timeworn suit, I roam
a street as usual to find my place to perform monodrama
and when I crack jokes considering passersby in the street
as my audiences, the jokes were thrown at the ground,
kicked and stamped by the heartless audiences and returned
to me as an empty echo.
Nonetheless, I have to accept their unkindly reception
on my jokes as if it’s proper and reply with another joke
awkwardly, though it’s painful, I swallow the result of
such treatments dilute them with tears
and follow the time that brings nothing good for me
but only ill omen.
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