Long Elopes Poems
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Joy, it is more then just a mere three letter word, it is an emotion well sought
when we feel the exultation of a life that has been lived with journey fought
we hold in the fondness, the warm adulation that settles in our heart's cot
we are happiness, marvels of exuberance, when joyful emotions are caught
Hope, the dignitary of longing and pipedreams, God will shine it on your face
and as you trust the path that guides you, take a big step towards His Grace
Transcend your doubts and choose to believe, for Hope is a sacred place
visit it often, encase it safely in your heart, it is as fragile as summer lace
Kindness is one terrific step dancer, it loves to partner up with joy an hope
it is ambidextrous, can save many lives and, can help you climb the slope
tender with affection for mankind, it is always present and never elopes
full of goodwill and concern, it owns only the best intentions and scope
Joy, Hope, Kindness, three virtues we can ill afford to live without my friend,
may they always live inside you, guiding you and helping you until the end.
Jan. 28, 2022
Dawn lights
The way again;
Birds sing
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Joy awakes
A new day;
Adventures await
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A clear mind
Mirrors well;
Peace speaks plain
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Night elopes
Day shines brightly;
Shadows flee
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Paper sheet
Blank muse sits;
Crisp words glide
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Bird duet
Morning offering;
Sacred joy sums
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Words come
Fragments meet;
Poems spill out
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Sit still now
Wait upon words;
Verse patchwork swirl
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Time and space
Potential sleeps;
Dawn hurls mystery
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Leon Enriquez
06 November 2015
Singapore
?This is it
?A bid goodbye
?A farewell into the fluffy far lands
?Where souls tango and trouble is amiss
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?A melancholic release
?Of sweet eerie sounds
?Resonate in the heart of the clouds
?As the soul departs and body retreats
?
?Like the petals from the morning bloom
?A gay smoke dances undead in the loop
?Lot's been learned, lot more has been unlearned
?Thus elopes the smoke into the clouds
?
?This is it
?A true lie is told
?Don't believe in man
?For a demise's gone unreckoned with
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?The silence you speak
?I say it all so loud in peace
?I'm not just a man
?Aye! I'm a strange man
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?What lies ahead
?Is seen in the eyes of the dead
?Aye! I'm a strange man
?Lost to all inside of him
Was here yesterday morning, disappeared this afternoon
Gone a certain aegis, like the wearing off of perfume
See nothing can last forever, time elopes with esprit
Winds of change unchangeable, mother nature’s a banshee
I don’t want to think about tomorrow, no… not just yet
Trying to cling onto some zeitgeist, it fades I forget
Memories and pictures pique me, dreams I can second guess
Moments are all but snuffed out, building up to more duress
Coming apart at the seams, disintegration follows
My need to retrieve zest, pukes up bits I cannot swallow
I’m just a trier who failed, however that’s not the point
Takes a man to face his losses, sorry to disappoint
And in the end we all know it, life’s our true living hell
Next week I’ll be back in heaven, to its one prison cell
In moments of despondent spirits I turn to you,
the resplendent paradise of secret dreams anew.
The opalescent orchard orchestrates tender hopes,
like cuddling chrysanthemum my fading fear elopes.
Bursting bubbles of beguile blossoms sprinkle love,
frivolous faith nurtures nascent nest of white dove.
I find solace in sumptuous serenades through storms,
in symphony of mellowed streams, my anxiety reforms.
Intertwined petals of Cynthia and magnolia waltz,
undressing my weariness to dissolve draped faults.
Butterflies blissfully slip into alluring aurora,
a healing touch melts my heart in gleaming aura.
A sapphire gem dropped by the albatross as rain,
absorbs my tormented memories in nascent vervain.
The seeds of lavender mellows in whispers strum,
silk strings of your fir-kissed ensnaring soft hum.
How gracefully my soul dances behind velvet dew,
as Asteria and Aphrodite fuse their worlds anew.
In the vineyard of blushing lullabies in light,
my musk-soaked pages flip with snowflakes bright.
The oceans of my universe peek into a shore afar,
dripping in crevices of my sanctuary as your star.
I doze off to a euphony of embraced fingers in sleep,
this secret paradise, our eternal promise I'll keep.
August 17, 2020
Sanctuary Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
~Winner: 1st Place
It's a wonder young children still turn out all right
With the stuff that gets crammed in their heads every night.
Things like visions of sugar plum fairies and sprites,
Or a thousand tales of Arabian delights,
A frog who turns prince with a kiss from a lass,
A girl who goes dancing in slippers of glass,
A cow that gets high and jumps over the moon,
A crockery dish that elopes with a spoon,
A boy who can fly but refuses to grow,
A difficult girl who plants maids in a row,
A magician who wants to trade old lamps for new,
A woman so poor she must live in a shoe,
A waif who sells matches out in the cold,
A king who can touch things and turn them to gold,
A dog, an old woman, a cupboard that's bare,
A girl locked in a tower, a ladder of hair,
A magical wheel that spins gold out of straw,
A guy helps a lion with a thorn in its paw,
A girl wearing red visits grandma who's resting,
Finds a wolf in her nightdress and Granny digesting,
Three kids and a wardrobe, three men share a tub,
A brave tailor kills seven mean flies with a club,
An archer makes merry with men in the woods
While relieving the rich of their money and goods,
Kind huntsman, fair princess, a vain evil queen,
Seven dwarves, and a prince who gets caught in between,
Hateful fairy, a baby, a hundred-year snit
'cause her name's accidentally left off a guest list,
A piper who lures out of town rodent varmints,
An emperor with new but invisible garments,
A farmer's wife butchers three handicapped mice,
A house drops on top of a witch who's not nice,
While another with gingerbread children seduces
Then gets baked by some twins in her own savory juices,
A giant and a beanstalk, a cat who wears boots,
A wolf who's outfoxed by three pigs in cahoots,
A bad little boy who sticks fingers in pies,
And another of wood whose nose grows when he lies.
There are others, of course, far too many to mention,
But I hope these will serve to excite some attention.
With stories like these knocking 'round in their heads,
It's no wonder if kids toss and turn in their beds.
Yet throughout countless ages these stories survive,
Kids listen, and dream them, and still wake up alive,
No worse for having been charmed or affrighted,
Imaginations are stoked, little minds are ignited,
And continue to hold them in dear veneration
As they pass them along to the next generation.
The hills come alive with vibrant poppy hues,
From crimson red to golden yellow, a kaleidoscope of views.
They cast their shadows on the valley's gentle slopes,
A stunning aura, beauty that elopes.
In my mind's eye, I envision my love so dear,
Strolling with me through the poppy field, without a fear.
Bathed in the gentle springtime sun's warm embrace,
I place poppy flowers delicately in her hair, with grace.
Enchanted by the beauty, I feel heaven on this earthly place.
Birds flutter and sing amidst pink blossom trees,
Awakening me from my dreamy, love-filled reveries.
They dance and sway in the gentle breeze,
To the whispered melodies of the poppies' tease.
All winter they awaited, hidden in hedges below the hills,
Now, in full bloom, their beauty spills.
I wish this sight could last a little while,
Before the mustard wildflowers paint the hills in golden style.
Birds, bees, and butterflies will join the scene,
Creating a symphony of colors, oh, so serene.
May my heart hold onto this grand sight,
A memory to cherish, a pure delight.
The stranger is strange, pariah, leper sounds offbeat,
Neither truculent, nor relevant, all destined to encounter the doomed relic;
The bizarre outlander, alien to stimulate the instant pulse-beats!
The uninvited hobnobber, one despises to welcome in routine frolic.
The stranger is unsolicited, the object of latent fear,
As strange may be the ways of the unbidden ones' intentional cares!
The stranger is unfaithful: weird to tranquility, comfort and cheer,
For the sceptical one, we become anxious by a mere fateful encounter!
The stanger lies in our conscience; in a distant land in paradoxical disguise.
Masquerade, the image generates an uncanny fear to sigh!
Sounds delinquent to subjugate the wires of prudent conscience!
Nonetheless, cogitates as usurper of peace; an ineffable parti pris.
Self-centred, they are loquacious, spell bound like con stars;
Babbles from the masks, camouflages as the epitomes of pretenders.
Unknown, unfamiliar, stirs alarms not to mingle, to be away, to be cautious.
In disguise, comes the alleged stanger to ruin ones' peace to shudder and shatter.
But the most alarming of all preconceived archetypes, are the strangers:
Who lingers on, as routine friends and well wishers,
On whom we doted on, are the real dear strangers,
Who by feigning friends, acted quisling, an obvious stranger!
'Hold!' sometimes left us dumbfounded with their insensible fickle deeds;
Even when the unknown stanger might spare and stand by us in awful needs!
When our intimate ones deny to wink at the distress;
While busy in spilling the beans, our woes go unnoticed by the feigned well-wishers.
Indeed! They are the untagged apparent strangers, fugitives in our trials.
Beware of those strangers, whom we adore as near and dear ones, 'bosom friends,'
the agnates and cognates, to entitle the crown, “an actual stranger" who elopes in tmes of miseries!
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Discrete Haiku 3
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Look up and see
Rainbow allure;
Sunny surprise
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Let us go now
Daybreak awaits;
New horizons
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Listen now
Birdsong prayer;
Light of day
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Morning offering
Peach and muffin;
Gratitude speaks
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Words in patterns
Easy release;
Heart owns lines
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Three simple lines
Experience gels;
Momentary awareness
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Sudden surge
Words attest;
Nimble nuances
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Darkness elopes
Dawn comes swiftly;
Golden mean
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Sleepy stillness
Nothing stirs yet;
Groggy moments
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Leon Enriquez
23 November 2015
Singapore
I hate it
I have been watching a love story on TV, and it never fails
I blow my nose get tearful; I curse myself for being a soppy fool
movies like this were made to appeal to my tear ducts.
The film is about a rich man’s daughter who falls in love
with the chauffeur; to the rich man’s anger, the chauffeur is fired
The young couple elopes the grumpy father hires a detective
to find them and since they are so beautiful and frequent places
only the rich can afford, they are easily spotted.
The girl cries a lot and is given house arrest
the young man gets a job as a short-order cook at a truck stop
Two years later, they meet again in the street, their love has grown
stronger than before, and he turns out to be the lost son
of a royal family somewhere in Europe.
Upon hearing this, the father forgives his daughter, pays for the wedding.
A beautiful wedding even the pastor cries.