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Beneath the garden wood pile I hear sounds of excavation
As a hedgehog starts preparing for his autumn hibernation
My tortoise getting drowsy ready for his autumn sleep
Is tunnelling beneath the debris of the garden rubbish heap
Squirrels burying nuts and acorns, planning for the months ahead
Know exactly where to find them when requiring to be fed
Red berries bright and glistening on my Holly Bush so prickly
An autumn treat for birds, as they scoff them oh so quickly
I would really love to hibernate from autumn through to spring
I could snore through all the snow and ice and wake up really thin
Vermillion Autumn Couplets
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Contest:APRIL 2019 PREMIER 4,ANY FORM ,ANY THEME ,UPTO A MAX OF 10( T E N) Lines
Sponsor: Brian Strand
H.M. in Premier Contest
Written: November 10, 2024 For Contest Sponsored by: Ink Empress
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Homeric moonstone sparkles at night.
a glowing globe of gleam amid galaxies,
Its shimmering shafts as flowing fantasies,
gliding glimmering, giddy waves of a wild ocean.
Glowing gaze glances into the gorgeous,
glistening sapphire depths,
where wild winds whirl, a wondrous waltz awakens—
ruby glistens amid the thunderclap.
amethyst whispers in the misty screams.
Hearken: harmonious hymns hover in heavens
colorful loops of capturing emerald and turquoise
every hue is a harmony in a mariner’s melody
each ebbing essence echoes magical epics of yore.
The fracas outside fades
as nature’s narratives naturally navigate—
dense drapery, like drowsy dividers
drawbacks divulge a heart displayed delicately.
Moonbeams meander over majestic mountains
limestone and obsidian, luscious layers lost
while wordsmiths weave wondrous words,
In a cascade of captivating couplets,
that shimmer and crumble.
Do you hear the sirens sing?
a chorus of longing from the depths
they call to hearts heavy like stone
yet light as ashes caught in the smoke.
We walk where men have trodden,
tracing footsteps worn soft by time,
with wonder in every glance, every sigh,
painted worlds vibrate in the very air.
So, step into this symphony of starlit spells.
a captivating collection of contrasting senses—
where dazzling diamonds dance delightfully
and the fierce fight for fervent fantasies flows with the tide.
Out here beneath the blackened blanket of night,
Elysium eagerly awaits our embrace—
a splendid symphony, and you
the softest serenade nestled in its depths.
Dawn hurls a new day in rites of passage;
Awake to new rays with obvious message.
See that ageing face unsmiling serious;
Time sculpts change in place with contours curious.
Sometimes I can see my father staring;
Knowing that truly kindred ties winding.
A sudden grin frames the wrinkles here;
A smile works the same to mirror fond cheer.
So swift the years breezed in a life sanguine;
Lots of laughter squeezed from sojourns between.
The mirror speaks well of change that finds zest;
Subconscious mind dwells on the journey quest.
Feelings find fond surge when noisy thoughts rest;
I feel time converge in joy's healing fest.
Now the mirror speaks as images dash;
Watch how time can peak as moments now flash.
Sleepy, drowsy me now awakening;
What else can I see in this becoming?
Leon Enriquez
15 February 2015
Singapore
The sky is a deep October bright blue,
and trees are laying down their pretty leaves;
orange, red and brown scatter whereunto,
Indian summer and fall interweaves.
And trees are laying down their pretty leaves,
the morning chill gives way to drowsy heat;
Indian summer and fall interweaves,
in the park all the birds are singing sweet.
The morning chill gives way to drowsy heat,
even decaying gardens have beauty;
in the park all the birds are singing sweet,
but soon the wind will be blowing breezy.
Even the decaying gardens have beauty,
from my garden I picked the last red rose;
but soon the wind will be blowing breezy,
soon, the snow will fall and all will be froze.
From my garden I picked the last red rose,
orange, red and brown scatter whereunto;
soon, the snow will fall and all will be froze,
the sky is a deep October bright blue.
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October 2, 2017
Pantoum/Indian Summer
Copyright Protected, ID 946458
Did you hear!
It's quite near
Oh, I can feel your fear
Just lend me your ear
Try not to shed a tear
I have lost everything dear
What am I talking about?
Let's listen and figure out
A stab straight to the heart kills no doubt
That sound of a breaking
Depression has awakened
Behold what I'm making
It's my heart that has broken apart
I always felt it from the very start
Now it will be immortalized
In this piece of art
Sunshine turns to rain
Delight becomes an eternal pain
Feeding on this impermanent glee
And casting what's left of it
In the deep blue sea
What a monster is Depression
No form of expression
Can make this discussion
— About this Monster Depression —
As a small seed, it began
Eating me from the inside
Now that I'm a man
The tree grew high and wide
Buds of delight, delightful was their sight
They became deprived of light
It was taken away, the light of day
A mighty tree it stood
Smelling of drowsy death
Its sight alone would
Take into the air your quiet breath
It was worn twigs like thorns
For my tragic life, it mourns
I'm the bad guy
And you are the nice ones
The dark clouds in the sky
And you are the suns
My goodness was given to Hades
My heart is full of tragedies
Are they unknown to Thanatos?
Who will give them to the belly of Tartarus?
I want to change my tragic fate
But I'm too late, it's Death that I'll taste
It doesn't await, and has already opened its gate
Now let me welcome Death
Though it won't be my last breath.
25 Sept 2019 10:30 AM
The trees are all drowsy and preparing for their rest
The summer follage has grown old as forrest creatures prepare their winters nest
Soon the colors will fade into the ground
And winter will lay its snowy blanket down
The north wind will come to purify the air
Clearing the dust and pollen leaving a crispness everywhere
Soon will come time honored blessed celebrations
Gathering of loved ones of every tongue and nation
Spring was fresh and wonderous
Summer a busy rushing fuss
Now Fall is slowing life to a somber stroll
As time awaits its eternal toll
Winter will be as in times of old
A moment of cleansing slumbering cold
Then a new spring will burst forth that never ends
Filled with discoverey and reunion of new freinds
Sun shines bright now
A new dawn streaks
All good somehow
For strong and weak
Dawn unfurls light
Hear freshness mint
Such awesome sights
In radiant tints
A brand new year
Calls out to me:
Now write my dear
Rhymes and stories
My darling sleeps
A smiling face
Tells of thoughts deep
In lovely grace
I awake here
With drowsy moods
The atmosphere
Is kind and good
I pray for peace
For grace and light
To fund increase
In lovely flight
May mind and heart
Connect with soul
As joy now starts
To make me whole
I think of friends
With loving thoughts
Wish something grand
To anchor lots
So on this day
First in this year:
I wish and pray
For you my dears
May all things good
Bless you with joy
May touching moods
Spring fond employ
May peace abide
To show you now
Right by your side
With love's endow
May happy thoughts
Inspire fond cheer
As goodwill plots
To bless you here
May all your days
Be full of grace
As rainbow rays
Style smiles in place
May fortune come
To inspire bliss
With pleasant sums
In that and this.
Here's to a year
Filled with blessings
May affluence steer
Your grand living
Let hearts rejoice
With true giving
As love finds poise
In choice singing
Here by this brook
I turn to see
That promised look:
Truth greets beauty
The is a path
A way to walk
Cheer seeds enough
To word our talk
Leon Enrique
01 January 2015
Singapore
The day’s wearing labors reluctantly close
And the stars of the night slowly emerge,
It’s my plan to dine and then anon recline
But then starts this unending mental scourge.
This anonymous dame overseas has stolen my heart.
How I find myself punching her line after line I wonder,
Could she be merely exciting me for her fun and then claim
That the past joinings of God no man should put asunder?
I ignore the dissolute image of her adorable face
And elevate my sleepy thoughts to loftier ideals:
How I might one day write like Bernard Shaw
Or how being the commander-in-chief exactly feels.
But then I do not go far with my fanciful thoughts
Before my drowsy wandering mind is swept bare,
And the face of that unceasing dame obliterates
All the far-fetched castles I had built in the air.
My attempts to disregard her appearance are all in vain
And the more I dodge that face the more it stirs my pain,
Her eyes lock into mine and our arms involuntarily embrace
As I consider what to do about this ever-appearing face.
Spring will forever be the time for renewals when brisk fresh air invigorates our drowsy muse. Tickling every inner child, beckoning them to come out for a playdate. And ever so gleefully we crack open the treasure chest of possibilities, dust it off to see what gems we can uncover.
dawn of
fresh beginnings
old shoes new paths
AP: 2nd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on March 7, 2021 for contest SPRINGTIME HAIBUN sponsored by M.L. KAISER - RANKED 1ST
ON RIVERSIDE
Come My Dear under the shady tree
on riverside of Ganges on frolic flow.
Sit beside and look at me in glee
My glances will sink in your glances to glow.
Come My Dear under the azure sky
on beautiful bank where the Ganges flow
Speak and open your love, don’t feel shy.
My eager ears to listen though voice is low.
Come My Dear on quiet riverside
where glorious gracious river Ganges flow
We two lovers to sail on boat ride.
Little brittle ripples will dance:I will row.
Come My Dear where cooing doves make love
on lonely riverbank where the Ganges flow.
Cheerful chirping sparrows to observe.
Outstanding conflict between cuckoo and crow.
Come My Dear on river quay where wonderful Ganges flow,
Hesitant crescent Moon to spread beam dim drowsy pale yellow.