Long Distraction Poems
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Lesson?
I feel like class is in session,
a list of pain, pride, ego, anxiety, and depression.
It’s a state of regression.
And those higher powers are messing with me, stepping on me, trying to force this session on me.
But we’ll see come the right time.
lived this hell a hundred lifetimes and still fighting, still writing, still singing, still smiling.
So why do they try again?
To hate me and feel right about it?
For trying to help them stay alive, love each other, instead they cheat me and lie about it, walk around and take pride in it. I know there’s another side to it.
But they refuse to see what their eyes couldn’t, a man who knows the difference between wouldn’t and shouldn’t.
Those wounds you gave me, they just made me a better student of life. Every time I’m ahead because that knife you buried in my back time and again,
became dull, lost it’s edge, and gave more strength to my pen, more wisdom to my zen, more meaning to my amen.
In that way you’re forgiven, because I know how far I’ve risen, even if you’re refusing to see or listen.
Just more manure to blossom in, cut down but still prospering, a flower amongst a common crop again.
Are you so sure you made the right choice man?
Was it worth the satisfaction?
Just to feel good about your own failings and provide a distraction?
You’ve failed, waisted your time, but still you’re gonna try again. If only you could apply yourself like that to your own life friend,
instead of trying to upset, define, and criticize mine again,
you might have found a little more light within.
She calls you up and speaks your name
you change your plans like that
Now you'll never get through
what you started to do
Intentions all squashed flat
She walks in from the bus stop
her feet are soaking wet
In fuzzy slippers, flowered shawl
and burgundy fish nets
Her braided hair is frizzy now
done up black and red
She takes your hand and kisses you
as she pulls you towards the bed
She spills her chocolate milkshake
with a fling of her free arm
Her clumsiness just makes her mad
but it’s all part of her charm
She flits happily about you
like a dainty butterfly
And views the world in wonderment
forever asking why
There’s a playful charm about her
that helps set her apart
She's a beautiful distraction
who's out to win your heart
FOR NATALIE written about my youngest son's girlfriend
This is dedicated to the dear Pastor's wife of CBBC, Mam Dhel, on her birthday today, September 27.
Delighting God is her constant aim
Exalting the Saviour along His glorious name
Love for the Lord fires her faith’s flame
Influencing many with Christian claim
Asserting biblical principles’ fame…
Heralding good news of salvation
Earnestly sharing Gospel’s revelation
Rendering best service-satisfaction
Nurtured by stewardship jubilation
Anchored upon glad ministerial function
Negating slothfulness and its destruction
Diligently laboring for with willing devotion
Exemplifying trust midst weakness’ distraction
Zealous of good works with Scriptural instruction…
Learning from her is wondrous engagement
As she’s dedicated in her life-building assignment
Upheld by the Holy Spirit’s empowerment
Ready to be a blessing with mercy and truth’s nourishment
Enabled by the Lord for His kingdom advancement---
Now that’s our Pastor’s wife, Ma’am Dhel, along grace-fulfillment:
A virtuous woman* according to God’s requirement.
*Proverbs 31:29-31 Many daughters have done virtuously, but thou excellest them all. Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the LORD, she shall be praised. Give her of the fruit of her hands; and let her own works praise her in the gates.
MA’AM DHEL, A VERY BLESSED BIRTHDAY TO YOU. GOD BE PRAISED AND THANKED FOR YOUR LIFE. I LOVE YOU.
September 27
I am having a contraction
In my heart from the distraction
That my tear stained eyes are seeing
I am not truly conceiving
This sight that's in front of me
The torture and misery
That its causing is just wrong
But I have to be so strong
And put on a happy face
Never showing there's a trace
Of horror inside my soul
I have to keep it in control
As I walk into the room
That is dark and filled with gloom
Seeing tubes to help you breath
It's hard to really look and see
How peaceful you are lying there
And all I can do is stare
At the condition you are in
My whole world just took a spin
The day you fell to the ground
In a coma's how I found
The only guy that I have loved
Now it's come to push and shove
As the doctors do their best
Taking every single test
To keep you well and alive
But it's getting hard to strive
When what they've done is not enough
Now my choice is really rough
To pull the plug and let you go
Peacefully, but I don't know
If I should watch your heartbeat
Flat line, losing every beat
Of a heart that captured mine
But I know it is a crime
To make you suffer like this
So I gently give a kiss
And watch as you fade away
On this painful and sad day
I see a leaking dame;
I see a weakened wall;
I see a once great partition;
Once strong, now compromised;
I see a melt-down of common sense;
I see a once firm now cracked foundation;
I see steel gates hanging from loosened hinges.
All of these protectors have been breached,
with intermittent steps, serpent-like cleverness
and subtlety, with one denial and revision after another,
allowing contaminants that are polluting our very souls,
blinding our eyes, waxing our ears, and silencing our voices;
withholding the wisdom from of old that we had been receiving,
resulting in a shortage, a drought, that is preventing us from believing
as we once did, assuring and certifying that unless we are awakened from
our rhetorical preoccupation with the politics of variant persuasions, and our
deep and prolonged sleep of distraction and indifference, we shall surely be lost along the path of the road to deception.
O God, may we be thoroughly awakened to behold and execute your business and not continue with our own 'business as usual'. May we realize that you did not bring us through the wilderness to look, to believe, to think, and to behave like Egypt, but to take our stand, engage the intransigent giants, and inherit the promise land.
111520PS
Open then your eyes
And you will thus see:
Loss in those hoarse highs
Thrill insidious spree.
Do not seek escape
For fate torments strain:
In a wild charade
That clusters more pain.
Do not run away
Into distraction:
For this is the day
To find extraction.
Evil wears a smile
Sly as motive hell:
Breakaway with style
To shores love can dwell.
Crafty cunning schemes
Upon idle minds:
Vile intent frames theme,
Primes insidious finds.
Do not be afraid
Of pain that now spills:
Purge all sense of dread,
Let peace of mind fill.
If your soul must win
Discern the wise way;
Gulp that tonic gin,
Blossom fitful play.
Leon Enriquez
25 May 2017
Singapore
Suicidal Ideation March 30th, 2022 linkedin...
to mein kampf insync with mine body dysmorphia
After reading articles
published within April 4/11 2022
of The Nation
I challenged the efficacy
taking prescription medication
categorized as SSRIs
and/or SNRIs.
Unpleasant side effects
such as earth shaking dreams
and/or especially hefty weight gain
linkedin with former
comprising my daily cocktail
of approved prescription medication
courtesy nurse practitioner.
Deliberation about courting death rooted
throughout mine psyche
fueling sinister chortle
at least since bout with anorexia nervosa,
but... maybe ginned blood,
sans umbilical cord transfused in utero aortal,
though long since recovered, the intractable,
haunting specter, sans grim reaper
intertwining within every fiber of this mortal
rooted, grounded deep, and branched out
into each nook and cranny portal.
Said notion provoked,
when made painfully aware
youngest daughter (aged twenty three)
plagued with similar thoughts,
damn genetics did maliciously engineer
clutching telephone while
seated at edge of chair
did apologetically, despairingly,
grievously... did air
pestilential, penitential, plenipotential... scare
re: distraction and understandable fear,
she might unwittingly plunge
into hopeless abysmal despair
falling prey into irrevocable
deathly hallows lair,
though kudos for her
from me, this sole Harris heir
to communicate, (albeit
hesitantly) into mine ear
suddenly wishing thy
Shayna Punim to be near,
but residing (about three hour drive
southeast of Portland, Oregon)
with my kid sister, attentive to welfare,
a sibling whose persona
doth show tender loving care
and concern, this papa
felt reassured there
would be every action taken
with sixth sense to beware
lest progeny exhibits
pointedly obvious lurching career
dramatic slide in tandem
with Old Rotten Gotham
into behavioral sink
emergency measures sibling
immediately would commandeer,
hence somewhat relieved thee dear
beloved progeny receptive to hear,
this dada expressed his unconditional love,
and grateful psychological intervention
offspring boldly did declare
indicative professional help volunteer
really asserted necessary to stave off
how dice throw of fate unfair
to said lass, whose demise,
would abruptly kill this sonneteer!
You were my distraction from the pain,
But I thank God you were there anyway,
You can only feel and cry so much,
When with every tear you wonder when is enough enough,
Until God sends someone to ease the blow,
To take you away from all you know,
For a time you forgot the pain you felt,
And your focus shifts to someone else,
The talks, the closeness you needed to feel,
To take you away from the pain of what's real,
But in your heart you know the truth,
It's a temporary fix in order to get through,
The same heartache you couldn't handle that left you feeling alone,
Is still there yet only a shadow of what you once had known,
Pictures are your only connection, and you start to feel less,
And in your heart you feel guilty your forgetting the rest,
So then you question were you meant to forget what once was,
When time passes you by and you ask yourself was the love really that strong.
You speak as if you know me, gathering collections of ideas,
You go off formulated opinions instead of coming straight to me to hear,
You skip around the topic and change its meaning intentionally,
As long as it fits your agenda, mr. Psychology,
Here is the difference between us, you so desperately want to understand,
Every one of your aha moments, I stood back and held your hand,
I let you run on topic and guess to open up your view,
If all I can do is sit back and watch, then that's what I will do,
If others influence makes you fearful, and your comparing in your mind,
Than love has no place to rest it's head, and is constantly being defined,
Can you hear loves voice above the distraction, influence, and pride?,
I will have no part in the collective ideas, because love wins every time,
And when you stop comparing, love will still be there to see,
Put down your books, get in touch with yourself and face the reality.
My heart and mind don't align
I yearn for dreams to yield but vegetate
Putting off things for the very next day
My willpower is always at its lowest
Laziness floods my habits and goals
Until I drown in unsuccess.
The bed, so invitingly soft
It tempts me into a languid slumber
While a half-finished coffee mug
Sits cold on my window sill
My mobile phone, a dangerous distraction
As I scroll hours through social media when awake
Squandering my precious time away
My mind keeps dwelling on the past
Inundating memories of joy, sorrow and regrets
Serving no purpose
Then I slid into an eternity of pleasant thoughts
Of how to spend the next day of my life.