Long Ease Poems
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I gaze beyond
the silver winged
heart of
twinkling twilight,
lost within metaphors
in warm cashmere
bows of midnight.
Whilst lava lamps
for lost souls
f l i c k e r across
a maze of melancholy,
ghosts of past whispered
surreal sagas through
subtle mists~
silky snow that
d r i z z l e s
in the shape of crescent,
slowly trails
my moon-kissed skin.
If only the stars
of scarred silence
spoke the voiceless
truth raised from
the arms of trauma~
not every glowing
ray is destined
to be your wish
come true,
I was sculptured
in hailstones
of burnt ice,
and my ivory nails
drowned in the color
of your fire blood.
I am the throned
mistress of massacres,
a walking black storm,
that strikes onyx lightning
upon pearlescent
roads to hyacinth healing.
For everything
I touched
became frost,
when heavy clouds bled
to paint the skyscape
in citrine powder.
Perhaps, there is
no need of stretching
your fingers in gratitude,
as it shall
soon abandon
every lucky charm,
like the death of poetry
within inked
pages of
an accidental poet.
Yet, I still see
the unwritten
verses in your dewy eyes~
unsung
poetic confessions,
written in
diamond and rust;
“you’re the poison
I’m willing to take”
Like how romeo
died in the name of
a forsaken tale
told by the infatuated
soul of his Juliet~
Cupid’s bow still
is adorned with her
love-struck tears
that emanate
unshed truth.
So let, the alchemy
of dreams concoct,
a perfumed potion
from black
quartz rain,
to ease this caricature
lifetime of memories~
chasing sonnets
contrived in sorcery,
to seize the stories
of
misplaced prophecies.
whilst hope is flying
on paper wings
of a dark
horse carousel,
where my past self
was crystal-gazing,
to see the crown
carved from rhinestones
of shattered glasses,
piercing through
my honey mane.
But, this immortal
heart will remain
in a museum of
Monet’s garden,
where sorrowful
serenades linger
above thornless roses.
For I am heaven
and hell for you,
in everlasting awakenings
transcribed in turquoise
topaz till tomorrow…
I crawl into the turmoil of life...where
black ravens plague this existence
bound by love and affection
I embrace you...you hold me tight
sounds of swift ivory doves cry out
never cured or full of deep blight
weeping in the forsaken land of my desolated heart's remains
where I was alone, seeking you
as the tempest rages in warm rains
I sense your essence in the breeze
the wind blows and gusts prevail
and
a million fairytales tremble at us
In the deepest realm of the darkest shade, I cried
yet you stay with me, longing for my hopelessness to cease
intense obscurity of the calamity I faced before you attains
I knew the pain of loss and despair you carried with ease
I found myself tethered to your understanding
fleeting into the ebon night, for our love loses not insight
sweetheart, you are my perpetual connection
your genuine adoration sustains
saturated in loneliness were you
my alleviation found in perfection
emerging from the dust I was found
descending onto my grateful knees
for I am a woman (*or man*) craving to be near you for all eternity
they know how our love does outshine with flickering light
and I shall feel this pure affection or you, my beloved...eternally
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I crawl into the turmoil of life...where
where I was alone seeking you
in the deepest realm of the darkest shade I cried
I found myself tethered to your understanding
The volcano leveled
then a great wind blew the rest away.
Early humans came late.
They had callused soles and rough hands
they knew how to dig,
run and hide.
When the flood came
they were at ease feasting on stringy meat and bones
in the makeshift camps of their tribes.
The locust eating priests
declared it was everyone's fault
but theirs.
Contrite, and greatly diminished in number
they began to scratch the history of the world
on random stones.
Volcanos grew testy again
smoke and fiery fumes scorched the sky.
They packed up their meager possessions
and trekked. The tribes did not stop walking
until they found a lost scripture in the dust.
Some called the find a bible
written by soothsayers
yet unborn,
but in truth
it was yet another mystical footprint
to follow -
a sign to track
out of this inexplicable land
that kept blowing away
on the shifting sands
of bad times.
Touch beyond touch as love heals all,
Health knows fond ease where joy spreads cheer;
Exult as such how wonder calls.
Wealth is sure peace as heart feels dear,
Arrive with proof that love works best;
Yes to fine grace that heals all hurts.
Live light of truth as vibrant zest,
Observe wise face that bears harsh dirt;
Voice echoes rhymes of lofty soul,
Explore this walk on mortal spheres.
Wonder floods time with poignant whole,
Oblige kind talk right now and here;
Rise to the flow of happy thoughts,
Keep cheery glow in change of plot,
Spread love that shows your ample lot.
Leon Enriquez
22 December 2016
Singapore
The way her limbs twist, it leaves me in awe
Why, Julia, whoever taught you to tango?
Claim the roses were a mere friendly gift
But darling, we both know the ending of this chapter.
Those deep auburn eyes of yours create maps to salvation
The braids you put your crimson locks in, how intricate.
Fair and freckled like a Gaelic noblewoman
I'd be willing to die in the gallows if it meant loving you
Give me extra attention like pouring buckets of gasoline
Then light my world on fire with your match of a heart
Pour my kisses on your skin and peel them off real smooth
I wanna be the very center of your awfully toxic world
Family claims you're looking for a husband to unite with
So I'll cut my hair, tear up my dress, and trade my heels for boots!
Fight like a gladiator if they want to tear us up apart
I will be the strong yet caring man you have always begged for
Just lean in for the kiss already, my beautiful Juliana
If it means you'll set my wandering mind at ease.
You were in my lap. Child, you were resting.
Little pretty face, with your glowing eyes.
You have beautiful eyelashes, deep, dark eyes
A thousand times I kissed there, in your sleep.
You were hugging me , You were smiling at me.
And your fingers were playing with my hair, unbundled.
You were helping me to get back to you, to life.
As life touches another in joy , humility and courage.
Never did I understand, this could also be a test of life.
I see your face, I see your smile, and my tears run in agony.
I would not let you to struggle in suffering, the trials of life
May God have mercy on me, may God ease the pain in strife.
The morning came quietly,
as though it too knew
we were leaving.
Even the sunrise
lacked the laughter of its brothers,
and our morning chores dragged
beneath the weight of goodbye.
Some sent their luggage ahead,
others left theirs behind,
hoping fate might grant us
one more day.
Even the atheists among us
prayed for Joshua's miracle—
just this once,
let the sun stand still.
But the bus came.
We crossed the island one last time,
gathering souvenirs,
kashata, mabuyu, coconuts—
small pieces of the coast
for those waiting at home.
That evening,
beneath the rising moon,
we gathered for our closing ceremony.
A goat was slaughtered.
A bonfire burned.
And for a moment,
we forgot that we had to leave.
Then came the call:
“Back to the bus.”
The villagers stood by the fence,
watching their friends depart.
We loaded our bags,
and suddenly,
the things we had carried with ease
felt heavier than ever.
Not because they had gained weight,
but because leaving had.
We boarded the bus
and waved through the windows
as darkness swallowed the village.
We left the island behind,
but not completely.
It stayed in the songs we remembered,
in the laughter around the fire,
in the roots of the mangroves
we planted with our own hands,
and in the silence
that followed
when a beautiful chapter
finally closed.
Forever My Twin
It’s hard to capture what it means to be a twin,
So I guess this is the place I’ll begin.
We came into this world a little too soon,
Two tiny souls beneath the same moon.
The doctors spoke with doubtful grace,
But time has proven they misplaced their faith.
From day one, life’s been an adventure untamed,
Our story written, yet never the same.
So many birthdays in the month of May—
Each one brighter in your light, I’d say.
As kids, we were truly inseparable,
Our bond is forever immeasurable.
My fellow connoisseur of mac and cheese,
You always knew how to make me laugh with ease.
We didn’t choose the twin life, it chose us first-
Bound by love that time can't reverse
And if I could live it all again, I'd start anew
Still side by side with you
Jamaica,
Jamaica, The flag, gold, black and green,
Jamaica, The island, so many want to see,
Jamaica, The people, so friendly, so warm,
Just the perfect home, away from your home,
Jamaica, A sound education is a must,
Every child must learn, The main thrust,
Jamaica, The land of the agriculture plan,
Banana, sweet potato, cassava and yam,
Jamaica, home of the fastest people of all time,
Usain, Shelly Ann, Yohan, best of the kind,
Jamaica, Where the music makes you really want to sing,
Jamaica, The food, the fruits, bite into everything,
Jamaica, The place, you get great sunshine and rain,
Bizzy Tea to ease your aches and pains,
Jamaicas' Oliver, Ity and Fancy Cat,
Give us sweet laughter to remove all that,
That hissing sound, when there's no job around,
Turn the tv on, Is it time now?
Jamaica, sometimes the road is long and ruff,
We will persevere, We'll strive to be tuff,
Steadfast faith in the Almighty! It's true,
Gratetful for the positives that help us pull through,
Jamaica, Jamaica!
We'll always love you!
I had a friend many years ago who always said Happy Thanksgiven.
We all smiled at her malapropism…and she was immediately forgiven.
Many years have passed and this friend has long since left my sight
but when I consider what today means…I now think…
she was right.
Every other holiday we celebrate…though they certainly uplift
has become less about the meaning of that day…
and more about the gifts.
That’s what makes Thanksgiving special…more familial…less stressed.
That’s what makes Thanksgiving…different from the rest.
In a society that can be harried, fast paced
and often excess driven
today is a great day to contemplate and be thankful
for all the gifts we have been given.
Not the gifts that we unwrap…from boxes we throw away
but the gifts that we’ve been given
that are with us every day.
Gifts that make life special…gifts that never end
like sitting around a table with family and friends.
Coming together as a family at least one time every year
where we eat, we laugh…tell stories…
and remember those no longer here.
Gifts planted throughout our lives that continuously bloom…
Gifts we see on the faces of everybody in the room.
As we watch our children…now grown up…
we laugh and smile with ease
remembering how it used to feel
when they sat upon our knees.
Thanksgiving reminds us to cherish these moments
knowing they will not last long
a reminder of what holds a family together…
of what what makes a family strong.
That’s what makes Thanksgiving special…
that’s why families amass
because we know the best path into the future…
is by linking to our past.
Seems my old friend was right all along…
she need not ever be forgiven
Today’s a day to say thanks….
for all the gifts we have been given.