Long Dusk Poems
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I walked alone for long on the desert trail
Saw the trembling mirage creep, melt away
I didn’t know then my wanton life I would fail
For no hand I found holding mine on my way.
A caved dune rippling in the dry desert wind
I didn’t see a tender sapling struggle to grow
In the moist crevice of sand layer it could find
When the rare raining clouds descended low.
I saw you walking on a crisp evening in winter
As if floating along the sandy valley toward me
I felt within me sun’s glow on your face enter
Arid loneliness melted, flowed out in a stream.
My feelings swam in the shimmer of your eyes
The sun went down, the dusk told you to depart
In the distant dune horizon you would again rise
Hold my hands, make me realize I have a heart.
October 21, 2017
Be beyond belief
Calm cheer conceive
Apt autumn asks
Dance dying dusk
Glimpse glowing grace
Purpose primes pace
Hurl healthy haste
Touch tactile taste
Mind movement meets
Say something sweet
Bliss bearing blooms
Reach rapture rooms
Busy bee buzz
Free fleeting fuss
Lofty looks light
Signs sizzle sight
Notice nice nows
Play pesters plough
Bloom beyond brave
Know naughty knave
Love lives lovely
Live love lively
Reap rowdy rhymes
Taste touching times
Seek succinct sight
Live limpid light
Touch timely truth
Procure plain proof
Faith flavours flow
God gives grand glow
Hope heals hurts here
Design dream dear
Love lingers long
Sings surreal song
Brief blossoms bloom
Zesty zeal zooms
Leon Enriquez
01 August 2014
Singapore
They asked the mountain, old with snow,
“What keeps your ancient heart aglow?”
It did not speak in thunder’s cry—
It held the sunrise in the sky.
They asked the river, running fast,
“What makes a moment always pass?”
It laughed in silver, slipped their hands,
And wrote its answer on the sands.
They asked the forest, deep and wide,
“What truth do quiet roots confide?”
The leaves replied in trembling air:
“To lose the light is still to share.”
They asked the night with all its stars,
“Why beauty blooms in distant scars?”
The dark leaned close without a sound
And let a billion lights be found.
At last they asked the human heart,
That breaks and mends and breaks apart,
“What secret beats beneath your pain?”
It whispered, “Love — again, again.”
Not gold, nor fame, nor victory’s breath,
Not walls that keep the world from death,
But reaching out when hope feels thin,
And letting fragile brightness in.
The secret is not locked away,
Nor written where the wise men stay—
It lives in ordinary days
In quiet acts, in stubborn grace.
It is the hand you choose to hold,
The mercy given more than told,
The way you rise though torn apart,
Still carrying an open heart.
And when the final dusk arrives,
And silence folds our little lives,
The only thing we ever keep
Is love we gave — and love made deep.
Childhood Theme Park
In the shadow of Ilkley Moor,
Cow and Calf rocks watch over.
Growing up in a rural town,
A childhood hillside rover.
Flowing like the River Wharfe,
Young days of endless wonder.
Summertime never ending,
Joys of innocence I plunder.
Nature trails in bluebell wood,
Lido swimming in open air.
Bogey cart down Curley Hill,
No fear for safety, didn’t care.
My town was full of adventure,
I had my very own pebble beach.
Tickling Trout by old bridge,
Hide under stones out of reach.
Hebers Ghyll, moorland streams,
Teasing the whirlpool in May.
Pooh sticks from dusk to dawn,
Just one more perfect day.
Memories of ten years l treasure,
Shaping the person in me.
Ilkley was my first theme park,
Days of future past, let them be.
Meet me in the Woods
Under the Open Sky,
The Autumn Roads
of fallen leaves left behind,
At dusk or dawn
when its not too bright,
The drizzle of flowing River
Across us shall lie,
A splash of Air
over our faces ; Our feets shall be
at such heights,
And we still be rooting
For far mountains of snow shine.
While we rest at the end of steep hill,
listening to the heaviness of our breath
taken over by the Whistling Wind
Unruled by the time span ;
We gaze through the thin Air,
Until each of us have softened
our hands and laid down our backpack.
The Mystery of our silence
warmed up in burning flames of Fire,
And we smile along with
the song being played on the Wire ,
We fell asleep
Amidst watching the Stars dazzling
on to the Vantablack Sky,
And hearing the night creatures
as each of us silently lie.
Whole Night sensing some Vibe,
We crawl under our blankets
the Coldness touches Us
from some random Site .
The Uneasiness telling us it’s the Time
We start our journey
to not miss what usually is kept disguised.
Its Stepping on the fresh layer of White
our foot prints as if imbibed ,
The white piercing the darkness
fuels Us with excitement and
Victory over our Pride.
Our numbness called
once the nature unleashed its Surprise,
The round Sun rising along
and throwing its light.
Our eyes refraining to open
We in a total mesmerize,
Determined We watched
as far as we could; Rising up with shine.
The purity was beyond Sanity
We saw the Sun Nurture
the Snow fallen here last night,
Like a mother soothes
her baby curled up in her arms as tight.
And it seeped in us,
deep where our soul cries ,
Moist eyes carried the vulnerabilities
the ones our heart forever whined.
Here I meet Me ;Uncensored ,Wild
for the very First time.
At the Parisian Ball
wrapped in finest gowns
of virgin-snow, sugar-rose
and washed-out pistachio pastels
The hour-glass shapes
with tied narrow waists
waltzed with gallant men
togged up in midnight-dusk tails.
Victorian ladies in frilly petticoats
and gossamer laces
swirled in delicate silks
Lifting their pretty faces
to crystal candelabras
to ceilings'baroque paintings
and to the chattering sounds
of the gathering crowds.
From the half-opened pantry door
She listened to the music
which played melodically all night.
In her simple black dress
nude stockings,white apron and cap
Solo,She danced,with the light of the moon
which was glowing so bright.
Her slender hips swayed
in a flirtatious curve
Wishing...Dreaming
to get a glimpse of his world.
Through the mirror on the wall
She saw him standing tall
As he danced with his noble mademoiselle
Through the mirror on the wall
He saw her standing small
He caught her reflection
young love and affection
Yet,He kept standing there.
She swore She could feel it
The longing,the feeling...
It was written all over his eyes
He never got closer
His princedom can't own her
But She knows She's the one
She is that little star
which keeps falling so softly
in his cold vacant skies.
Ebony inks the emptiness of space,
highlighting the stars that adorn the night.
And as Luna rises to take Her place
day's shifting shadows morph into twilight:
as the moon and sun attempt to embrace.
Dusk dons a sequined, ethereal shawl,
as distant stars twinkle in the darkness.
And the sound of a chirping cricket's call,
breaks the silence imposed by dusk's starkness:
its lone serenade; heralding nightfall.
Shadows surrender their shape to the night;
like rippling ribbons ruffled by the moon.
And playing hide and seek with Luna's light;
they get haphazardly scattered and strewn,
stretching and shrinking in and out of sight.
Dawn's first light pierces the night's ebon heart,
thrusting through its impenetrable shield.
And fragmented silhouettes fall apart
as darkness capitulates, forced to yield
to the sun, as a new day gets its start.
This darker side
of dusk's sacred
empowering mystery
Unlike enlightened ecospheres
more urgent dawn emergent
pink yellow anticipations
of matriarchal
cooperative history
Not consciously felt
yet pre-traumatically imagined
and hallucinated
back through preverbal mammalian time
emerging AnthroRidiculous
moralistic elitism
This darker side
of dusk's sacred mystery
co-empowering
not unlike enlightened bio/ecospheres
returning from dark embrace
more climatically urgent
history
Climate health/wealthy dawn
green anticipations
polytheistic sacred imaginations
also secular polypathic
win/win investigations
Thought experiments
bicameral
darker side
of panentheistic mystery
resisting monotheistic his-story
EnLightened Mythos
EmPowering Logos
NonZero Zone
enhancing sacred communal Powers
of BrightLightSun and PowerfulRichDarkEarth
YangForm and Yintegral sacred flow
MonoTheistic AND Elder PolyTheistic
Indigenous green cooperative
InterReligious Wisdom
PolyPathic Communion
redawning urgent light
forward to dusk's sacred mystery
surrounding monotheistic scribes
of monopolistic
empire-building win/lose
zero-sum patriarchal win/lose capitals
marketing economic
and political textbook history
Which remains an ecological mystery
about how to buy our way out
of climate disaster
thereby redeeming ourselves
for future EarthTribe regenerative
potential degenerations
Of dark dusk's sacred mystery
panentheistic deep powers
indigenous
neuro-sensory
health and safety wisdom
Of RightBrain panentheistic
LeftBrain verbalized faith
in eternally dawning yellow pink enlightenment
red v blue mysterious enfrightenment
This darker side
of dusk's sacred loyalty
to empowering Sun/Earth
enlightening dawning dusk
mystery.
My mind is heavy like the whole cosmos,
A wonder fills my thoughts about mankind.
From dawn to dusk—on Everest’s peak I stand;
My goal: to watch the world go by,
And jot a memorial note about the last days.
In those days—Carimea will rise against Nrai,
Leading to killing and famine across the world.
Covid and Ebola will spread among nations,
Their names too bitter for lips to mention.
A gender will tie the knot with itself in the open,
Saying, “Adam for Adam, Eve for Eve—no God.”
A man will rise and say,
“Better my daughter than my wife,”
And a woman will say,
“I’d rather lie with my son.”
The old will sit awhile in the barn,
Reflecting on their fading years,
Saying they need hot blood
To warm their cold blood.
A person will trade a family for wealth without shame.
The shepherd will fleece the sheep he claims to guide;
Churches will grow like mushrooms in the rainy season,
For bread-winning—not for saving lost souls.
My mind is heavy like the whole cosmos,
And on Everest’s peak, I stand in pain;
Writing this memorial note, not in vain;
Signing it:
“Conscious Wakener”
In a world where hearts tremble
When they’re heard –
They feel like they might resemble…
Something absurd,
Possibly a stardust night,
Quiet and fleeting,
Soundless as the light,
Who, at dusk, is retreating.
In a world where souls appear
Lost amid the shadows –
Are they lost in troubled fear?
Still, there was One who arose,
Yes – we know Him as the Son,
More perfect,
Shining brighter than the sun,
With more love than I could depict!
In a world where doubts inhibit,
Leaving hearts broken,
Will the pain forever prohibit –
Light from uttering the unspoken,
Words to reassure,
Painting lives in hues of grace,
Promising hope will endure,
As His light reaches out to embrace.
In a world where there is trouble,
Beyond what we can express,
Trouble that seems nearly double,
What the honest heart could confess,
When will I know relief –
From the sadness and mourning,
The darkest sort of grief,
Feelings that feel like a warning?
In a world where my heart is breaking,
Can I ever know true peace?
Sometimes, the fears are overtaking,
Causing my joy to decrease.
But I know One who makes me see,
Despite the darkest greed,
I can reach out and He will guarantee…
Love that is true indeed, love so true indeed!
In a world where souls are dying,
And only Jesus can really save –
He reminds us to just keep trying,
Because there is joy beyond the grave.
There is joy that comes from knowing –
His love awaits us over there,
Where His light and love are glowing…
Because He went before us to prepare!
In a world where pain has resolved
To destroy our hearts and souls,
Our darkest sins have been absolved,
Because He brings grace and He controls…
Even though there is death to meet,
His love is greater still…
And Jesus, with His love, will defeat…
That dark enemy who intended to kill…
darkness was overcome by a love so real,
Love from the One to whom I kneel.
He is Jesus and He has placed His seal…
On every soul who believes He is REAL!