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A new light has befallen me
And eclipsed a part of my past
My fears were quelled so quietly
By heavenly eyes she cast
Her gaze was so entrancing
Her smile so warm and bright
She sent my senses dancing
Like a flame of candlelight
Am I a fool to love a star
That distracts me from my ways
Or just afraid of an ugly scar
Left painful in younger days
For once I shall not shade this light
Nor will I hear the thunder
Of distant storms that sometimes might
Return to make me wonder
No, I shall open up my heart
Like a flower she has nurtured
To refrain from playing a silly part
That always leaves me tortured
And when this light is gone elsewhere
It will not leave a scar
For new light is always there
Just look for another star
- The Goodbye Goose-
Winter polishes at four o'clock, shining all the rocks aglaze.
Reflection, stretching shadows.
Longer thinner men - longer thinner still.
Shadowy tall , feeling small.
Sunmangled window in a diamond quadrant.
Keyhole orifice and creeping becomes nostalgia.
Why dont you just shut up and call?
Home going geese-slipstream in a vee.
High honking traffic, trailing vapour leaves you exposing me.
Cascading spirits slipping down the walls, swirling eddies
and smoky waterfalls, draping over furniture like slimy octopi...
Drunken weekend metaphors , Monday morning remorse.
Up and down the ladders of my memory, tinkly piano playing on my spiny vertebrae.
Permeating lies of my story told not of voice or tongue or lips-no.
But of crafty bits that left unsaid, untold encyclopaedia of me.
T'would be so simple to top you up, yet dark forces warn me ,
to pimp me out to you is to forfeit martyrdom and victory crown,
deprives the joy of shooting you down, shifting the blame.
Denies the stature as abuser , distracts my winner into loser.
Never be a frontal goose .
Deborah thinks I’m paranoid but let me give my theory a whirl
I believe we must be very weary of our little friend the squirrel.
Here’s an example: when Deborah and I walk in the morning there’s a squirrel in every tree…and I can’t help but get the feeling that they’re all watching me.
Oh, when I look at them they pretend to play…they run and jump without a care or fear
but I know…they know…I know they’re not as innocent as they appear.
And don’t get me started on the bird feeder…it’s where squirrels have the gall
to devise elaborate plans for reaching the food…so they can have it all!
I’ve even seen them work in tandem, one distracts me, I give chase
while the other climbs into the bird feeder and quickly feeds his face.
When I scare the one out of the feeder…as he runs away I give chase
while in the feeder…the other squirrel…is filling up his face.
They hang from the roof, they jump from the trees…somehow they always find…
a way to circumvent any defensive strategy I have designed.
It wouldn’t be so bad but, you see, squirrel’s don’t share their theft…
they will sit in that bird feeder eating…until there are no seeds left.
I used to believe since I am bigger than they are…I must be smarter too…
but over time I’ve come to realize…only one of those is true.
One final statistic. Did you know when all the counting’s done
It seems that squirrels outnumber humans…by a score of 3 to 1.
So tell me…am I being paranoid or am I the only one whose wise?
Am I as crazy as Deborah thinks…or are squirrels planning my demise?
As you make your judgement think of all the squirrels that frequent your life too
and remember it’s not paranoia….if it actually is true.
You surely know I long for sweet romance
I melt completely by your teasing glance
Each night I pray you give this love a chance,
for you have cast a spell; I’m in a trance!
The scent you wear distracts me to the core
Your slightest touch enthralls, and I want more
That hungry look you give me, I adore
Though rooted to the ground, I seem to soar
You pull me close when danger is nearby
Is it because of love? Please, tell me why!
Your soothing voice brings comfort when I cry
Confess your feelings, or I’ll surely die!
You have not said the words, but actions show
The twilight walks and fire’s afterglow
Perhaps you think that I must surely know
Oh, say it, and let romance bloom and grow
“I love you,” are the words I need to hear
I cannot take a breath when you are near
More than this life, yes, more to me you’re dear
Oh, say it now, my love, and have no fear
You say the words and seal them with a kiss
Pressed firmly to your chest, I am in bliss
In years to come, I’ll smile and reminisce
You were and are my life, remember this!
Ah! All fades away,
nothing remains...
but carved names
into cold stones!
The scent of evening's kisses,
the touch of trembling hands
also drift away
into pretty sunsets!
Intertwined souls
in passionate urge
make moaning surge;
no crickets sound distracts,
no moonlight gets admiration:
we're taken by wild temptation!
Reimagining times
that have passed
can give us the illusion
that dreams are back
in form of butterflies;
and we become children
chasing them on meadows!
Now, this flashback
makes us regret we are old
and we can't be those kids
running after them 'till dark
as they continue to spark!
Intertwined souls
in passionate urge
making moaning surge;
no crickets sound distracts,
no moonlight gets admiration:
we're taken by wild temptation!
The anorexia is not conspicuous,
being half-submerged - just
breaking through.
She’s a powdered mirage,
her skin a hyaline sheer
drawn over a necklace
of clavicle bones.
She knows her chest
is returning to childhood,
she wants to shelter there,
to be her own child.
Her small breasts
are burgundy nipples,
buds made more prominent,
anchored as they are
to shipwrecked ribs.
Designer bling distracts.
Cameras whir, she poses,
hand paused on a hip denuded;
not resting there,
but stealthily carrying
a pinch of flesh toward a spotlight.
We collude with her,
applaud the way
she decorates a condition.
We know her emaciated beauty
is a mutual hoodwink.
We know that the closer to death
sexuality becomes,
the more rapacious our appetite;
the more we will wail,
as she slips
through our hungry eyes.
AHA HAIKU 5
Word after word
Not much said;
Top-up empty
~~~~~~~~~
Mind over matter
Easy breezy dance;
Plumeria colours
~~~~~~~~~
Moments solidify
Faces in a chase;
Transitory
~~~~~~~~~
Silence percolates
Coffee cuppa surprise;
Caffeine illumination
~~~~~~~~~
He said
She said;
Love unpaid
~~~~~~~~~
Mother dead
Father died;
Orphan child
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Sad cheer distracts
Joy smiles empty;
Fleeting sway
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Happy journey
China perspectives;
Returning home
~~~~~~~~~
Airport terminal
Happy reunions;
Feelings feast
~~~~~~~~~
Not much to say
Silence speaks more;
Smiles for words
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
19 May 2016
Singapore
Tic tock it’s just a clock
seemingly it never stops
A pendulum that ever swings
Every hour the chimes will ring
Hypnotic dance , she steals our calculating mind
Love of life romancing us ,distracting us from passing time
Wisdom’s chime from distant place will call us like a nagging wife
Sweet the spell ,her snug embrace distracts and fades the menace cry
Oh that temptress dances well
So we dance on and on with life
Until our dance grows weary
Until our love grows dreary
Until the midnight hour invade
Until the dancing stops
We never stop to realize
We were dancing to the Ticking of
The rhythm of the clock
The clock’s wound down
There is no sound
And so the dancing
Stops
Tic
Tock
.
I'm listening to soft music through earplugs,
the strong stimuli of relaxation enter lungs...
they stifle the external sounds
and deepen my consciousness.
The invariant analogy
between time and clock has a steady
rhythm and ticks enough to frighten
thoughts of a serene mood arising
from secluded meditation
that replaces a normal day of brooding.
Alluring is the idea of obtaining
what is found through searching;
this journey taken with doubtful eyes
may lead all beyond immense stars...
is it possible to mention a few
to the star-gazer who never knew?
Our Creator predestined us
with a certain fate on the instant we were born;
some were endowed with gifts
that would drastically change the wrong notion
of conceavable and blessed things
by walking in His ways always.
Why should we rebel against Him and incur
His displeasure trying to modify it, consulting diviners
with superhuman powers? Nobody can read God's mind
and exploit it to their advantage; neither can Lucifer
with his cleverness, and in doing so we are surely bound
for unhappiness, misfortunes and calamities!
Fortune-tellers are aware of everyone's prerogative
and foresee all events either positive or negative:
they want us to think that we can be more powerful
that He is in reversing destiny when odds are impossible.
Nothing distracts me from meditating
in the stillness of the ablaze evening
making the fiery-red clouds drift with adventure;
they lift me me to subliminess of the stratosphere.
I am very pleased that the invariant
anology remains truthfully intact,
but it warns others that's not
too wise to let their vague and vast
curiousity tamper with Nature
and universe and constantly interfere
with the Laws that were set in motion
with great precision since creation.
Written on 7/ 20/ 2017
Life keeps going to find his purpose
he strolls across verdant plains and trudges up the hills
sometimes dejection follows rejection and distress
darkness engulfs
and something spooky emerges
looming large to form something horrid…
a hideous hunchbacked hiatus.
Life slows down…wary of the
impending hindrances for his progress
and there is a temporary pause.
This hideous hiatus distracts him, traps his mind,
capable of taking any form…like
alarming anxiety… about denial and failure
gloomy grief… at the loss of a loved one
frantic fear… of loneliness and uncertainty
abominable anger… that cannot be controlled
pernicious pride… without the grace of humility
disgusting jealousy… of others’ success
dreary vacuity… that fills the desperate mind
…it keeps hovering around on and off
in many more such formless forms
Yet something prompts Life to try to move.
He musters courage and proceeds further
as he imbibes wisdom
from little things he sees
in nature
in his day-to-day life…like:
A fertile green land in a vast sandy desert
Tiny seeds that spurt to grow
into young new seedlings
The gleaming full moon
spreading soft light
upon dreadful paths at midnight
A toddler who tries to get up
and walk with wobbly steps
in spite of falling down many times
A ladder in which
hope takes her first step
in its rungs
and ascends to new heights
overcoming obstacles
The dots of a rangoli
that would never let
the motifs of our thoughts waver
imparting spiritual insights into life
A pure white dove
sitting with its pair
a sign of hope
of finding a lost love.
As hope follows every form of hiatus
like buds finding way to bloom
at every trench of rocky soil
Life advances on and on…