Long Disarms Poems
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Awe & shock bowlers in the dock our warlock & glock “the Judge”
Rapscallion & stallion with a gold medallion on a sinking galleon
Our burly oracle with each follicle so curly a rock wouldn’t budge
In the 90’s dungeon our classy curmudgeon brassy bludgeon
Can’t begrudge won’t nudge or fudge never a drudge trudge
Truncheon dining on hurly burly Courtenay & Curtly luncheon
Call to arms more like baobabs than palms it is “the Judge”
Robin big breast disarms with charms Test bowlers flogging
Logging in to his noggin not one for jogging just silky slogging
Speedsters scary & lairy others wary time for our hairy chest fairy
Strike hogging quest while the others just dobbins doing bobbins
Pacemen lobbing but no fobbing iron will still run robbing Robin
Smith no hobnobbing or gobbing but not a whiff of a riff of what if
Believers in his jobbing levers will go biff in any tiff the pith of Smith
Made from sterner stuff but always a learner on a bunsen burner
Did bewitch but off the pitch a hitch.. life after cricket not as rich
Strife was rife and as things got rough couldn’t scratch that itch
Baobabbed wizard mocked Windies blizzard grabbed it by the gizzard
Calling card hit the ball so hard seems that BATman was really Robin
Not just some county squire but maybe the ultimate Hampshire Sire
Hall of fame name can’t smudge hats doff to a one off “the Judge”
1.
We, come to share our dreams, in the night,
my eyes behold you, a beautiful sight,
you do make the stars shine Heavenly bright.
My beloved, come into glory’s dreams,
as we meet under Luna’s silver beams,
come, lie with me beside love’s starlight streams.
Deep into the night, we let come what may,
as we stand together, at end of day,
love, it shall come in an old fashioned way.
And our hearts shall sing, within passion’s thrall,
through each night divine, we do give our all,
my precious love, I do come at your call.
Each night spent with you is such a delight,
we, come to share our dreams, in the night.
2.
We. come to share our dreams, in the night,
with you in my arms, my heart does take flight,
you are my star, that shines Heavenly bright.
My beloved Diane, how you do shine,
deep in my dreams, you are my Valentine,
come, let me now taste of love’s precious wine.
Night after night, within the starlight glow,
love’s dance, we shall share, as night’s breeze does blow,
as we look down on the cold earth below.
Warm we shall be, as we do share love’s dance,
gently, my love, we shall both take love’s chance,
love shall make you glow, your beauty enhance.
Within the glow of this great starry light,
we, come to share our dreams, in the night.
3.
We, come to share our dreams, in the night,
before you I kneel, my heart is contrite,
Beloved, you are ever my delight.
Oh, what a joy, to find you in my arms,
my heart sings with joy, when I share your charms.
your smile alone, it has power, it disarms.
My love, in the heart of joy, we sing,
to the glory of our dream, love we bring,
you are peace and love, my everything.
While our dream, it does last, love we shall share,
all through the night, I shall lay my soul bare,
I shall tend to your heart with love and care.
Oh, my beloved, in night we take flight,
we, come to share our dreams, in the night.
Quote: "From deep within my heart
I always catch the scent of my Beloved.
How can I help but follow that fragrance?" By Rumi
She, an inhale of perfume on a summer day vacant as the scent of rain
when she passes by, every flower mutes and bows to her aerial adventure
truth be told she is the secret of my desire and she drives me quite insane
when she dances the world stands still witnessing our private indenture
she is the compote of my sweet thoughts, the reason I believe in love
Her aroma a signature of passion, an undescriptive calling to my senses
when she sachets my way every star of heaven releases light from up above
she disarms me with her smile and disarms all my defenses
a bouquet of wild flowers in the garden of my dreams , a fantasy of love
she is the H in my big heart and the T of my tomorrows
From deep within my heart I catch the scent of my favorite flower
she is my best loved poem and sensation, she's my girl power.
July 15, 2022
Sponsor Sotto Poet
Contest Name Rhyme Rumi Quote
I'm not really there,
I'm not really here,
The place that I am,
Is a result of my fear,
Of what, I'm not sure,
Could I be more evasive,
Focus and clarity,
Is not so pervasive,
Envy to those,
Who know what they want,
They determine their path,
And proceed with their jaunt,
Mine's full of detours,
Speed bumps and twists,
The greener the grass,
I cannot resist,
My attempt to determine,
The appropriate fit,
Somewhat disarms me,
So, puzzled, I sit,
I do truly know,
That one certain venue,
Which needs to contain,
A multiple menu,
With that in place,
There's no need to run,
Fulfillment achieved,
And I shine like the sun.
(8/28/97)
Thoughts rush like river—
currents pulling every want
into fevered swirls
the ego clenches its hold
hungry for the next longing.
When a hush opens
empty betwixt between breaths
in pause unforeseen
behests relent in stillness
which the ego can't abide.
In that slender void
the illusion becomes clear—
wants insatiable
can never be satisfied
in the rush of desiring.
Ego's mousetrap waits
baited with its same old ache—
the want to have more
yet the pause disarms the snare
as false hunger wanes waiting.
In the pause revealed
the trap is an illusion—
unsprung, unbound, flayed
the ego fills the spaces
with cravings unfulfilling.
They have come from the dim rooms of sorrow,
Where light was rationed and laughter broke like glass.
They have slept beside betrayal,
And woke to its perfume of ashes and iron.
Their smiles are stitched with memory’s thread,
Each gesture mended from the cloth of loss.
They have been burned,
Yet they offer warmth.
They know the texture of cruelty’s hand,
The weight of a promise dropped in winter.
So when they touch you, it is with care,
As if your soul were a wound they could not bear to reopen.
They recall every small humiliation,
Every word that sliced and stayed.
From those scars they learned gentleness—
A dangerous tenderness that disarms.
They kill with kindness,
Their weapon a cup of tea,
Their armor—listening.
They bleed empathy,
They breathe forgiveness.
Do not mistake their softness for surrender;
It is the strength of those who have died and returned.
They know what not to do,
And that is their quiet revenge.
Love, for them, is not a luxury—
It is survival in a velvet coat.
Extremely nice people,
The angels with broken wings
Who still remember how to fly.
Every girl, every woman
in his hometown
is wild and insane
about that funny guy
and crazy playboy
who deceives anybody
and walks through the halls of Hell
to make them his dearest possession...
until his desire does wane!
Funny guy and crazy playboy,
be careful not to make them cry:
they will hate you for your lie;
they aren't ready for a goodbye!
Who knows him well
cannot trust him a bit,
he hides in shadows,
and feels at fault;
he likes the one who's very sweet...
then, leaves her in tears
to swindle another heart:
to keep water running in his well!
What is alarming and disarms him
of his hold on them is the deluding smile
he gets from girls after a sudden break-up;
he knows how to empty out the cup
of passion and replace it with wine:
stay away or be a victim of charm!
Funny guy and crazy playboy, settle down
with one, tricks are suited for a clown;
promising them a false heaven is cruel,
who trusts you is an idiot and also a fool!
Seek sensuous shores
Clever cheer charms
Mindset moves more
Deft deed disarms
Precious plays ply
Sigh spreading sigh
Highs hurling highs
Play plunders pry
Dizzy daze dies
Deed describes dance
Sounds sizzle sighs
Crispy cash chance
Live lovely lines
Sensuous sighs speak
Dare deeper dine
Preach profound peak
Mind motive maze
Lift laughter loud
Halt hazy haze
Play petty proud
Pronounce prime play
Be beyond bore
Stay smiling sway
Meet many more
Walk wonder's way
See sensuous sights
Dare delights day
Live laughter's light
Cheer's crystal call
Fills flooding feel
Gloom grooms grand gall
Happy hope heals
Heap hidden hopes
Let love linger
Calm cheer can cope
Touch true trigger
Time tramples trade
Being bears blood
Gracious gifts grade
Free fickle flood
Now neither nor
Lift lovely lines
Sense soul's speed soar
Delve deep divine
Lovely lines look
Simple stuff said
Browse busy book
Prompt promise paid
Leon Enriquez
26 Mar 2014
Singapore
In the realm of the heart, where emotions entwine,
True Love resides, a flame that burns divine,
Not fueled by gold or silver, nor by wealth's fleeting gleam,
For when the riches fade, the love remains, a love supreme.
It's not the beauty that we see, the external charm,
The hair, the skin, the body, that disarms,
For beauty's fleeting, like a sunset's hue,
And when it fades, the love that's true, shines through.
It's not the gains we seek, the material might,
But what we build together, in love's pure light,
A bond that's strong, a connection deep,
A love that's rooted, in the soul's dark keep.
True Love's not about the clothes we wear,
The brands, the labels, the external air,
It's about the love we share, the respect we give,
The appreciation, the joy, that in each other's eyes, we live.
In a world where relationships crumble and fall,
Due to the weight of materialism's thrall,
We forget that love's not about what we have,
But about the love we share, the bond we crave.
The one who loves you, loves you for who you are,
Not for the makeup, the powder, the hair,
They see beyond the external, to the heart's core,
And love you deeply, forevermore.
True Love's about finding yourself in another's eyes,
Being one, in heart, in soul, in sighs,
A deep connection, a love that's real,
A bond that's forged, in the fire of love's reveal.
This kind of love, this kind of relationship,
Comes from above, a gift of God's benevolence,
A love that's pure, that's kind, that's true,
A love that's rooted, in the heart, anew.
So let us seek this love, this love divine,
A love that's not of this world, but of a love that's truly mine,
A love that's rooted, in the heart's deepest core,
A love that's true, a love that will forever roar.
Look and see
Feel beauty
Let things be
Joy lives here
Feel true cheer
Sense this sphere
Be at peace
Feel fond ease
Live increase
Focus now
Feel endow
Why and how
Let light stream
Feel grand dream
Work fine theme
Just be good
Feel kind mood
Walk life's woods
Seek to smile
Feel love pile
Charm that styles
Work each word
Feel free bird
Calm is heard
Wonder speaks
Feel urge peak
Joy now ticks
Wander far
Feel on par
Be a star
Loiter well
Feel the spell
Verse lines dwell
Offer gift
Feel soul lift
Purge all tiff
Go with God
Feel the Lord
Peace now lauds
Sing a psalm
Feel no harm
Love disarms
Work fond play
Feel love stay
Come what may
Leon Enriquez
25 November 2014
Singapore