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I will steal a million star kisses
from the farthest point of the abysmal sky
Pluck them like the strings of my guitar
then lay them at your feet in a basket of thorny wilderness
wild and laden with blood and lavender
as an atonement of my surrender
I will melt you in scented gardens
among resinous flowers strapped in an opium cradle
woven with the golden sheaves of Elysium fields
filled with sweet honeydews
pleasured with dark perfumed cherries
tasted on the lips parted like Orchid’s bloom
I will billow around you
wrapped in the winds beneath swans wings
woven white with the purity of fine linen
to be swept in fitful breezes of your embrace
eavesdropping to the tender warbles of angelic choirs
sighing through laughing leaves quivering with tenderness
I will dust your body dripping with fruitful pollen
from golden buttered sunflowers tall and towering
painting the sky filled with choirs of yellow canaries
so I may fill your shoes with happiness
in the swarm of brim-filled honey bees feet
so you may shine in the night with the darting of fireflies
I will call upon all the silent stars to adore you
With the brilliance of irresistible light in their affection
to illuminate your smile as you wake to the moon
that lavishly glows to gather the love light
which conjures orange blossoms in your eyes
and turns to fire
April 26, 2021
The Mystical Dream Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Anouchecka Gangabissoon
—Brahma eva idam visvam(1)—
A life neither has beginning because beginning is Brahma
or end because end is Brahma, it rides on a wagon named Karma(2)
and goes as a wheel whirls.
I came to this very spot becoming a sun, a moon and the stars
following the stream which carries anguish, and one day
I must cross; since it’s impossible to see the past because
there is no beginning or end, I wonder how to manage a day
when everything changes without beginning or end;
I came this far becoming a sun, a moon and the stars
and wandering in a wasteland looking at the bridge
beyond eternity.
In this barren soil:
though flowers bloom, they smell of death
that tempts to ruin me;
though there is a spring,
it’s bubbling sand seen in a mirage to intensify my thirst;
though there are fruit bearing trees,
the taste of fruit is more bitter than Eden’s forbidden fruit;
though there are snows,
they come as a blizzard and pierce the skin to tear it to pieces.
Since Brahma is on the other side of Elysium
no matter how much you wander in this boundless barren land,
though it may seems within hand’s reach, you would never be able
to touch; because your anguish, the reality of life is nothing more than
pursuing a pain, a spinning of a wheel of Karma.
Although my body is worn out
I have no place to lay my body down;
although my wounded soul is wailing
no place to bury my soul to rest,
and if this is my Karma to be accepted,
how do I untie these entangled knots of anxiety.
I exist, therefore my six(3) senses feel and perceive reasons,
then, how do I denounce this Sabba,(4) or deliver from suffering,
for that is the reason I exist.
All phenomena, however, to undergo everyone as Atman(5)
carrying their own Karma, because Brahma is everything
and Karma is the footmarks of ever changing mundane world.
1. Brahma eva idam visvam: Brahman, indeed, is this world-all. 2. Karma: destiny.
3. Six Senses: five basic physical senses plus soul or intellect. 4. Sabba: this world.
5. Atman: soul, ego, or I.
Form:
I know a place where time and space
Seem but faint trace of endless grace.
I know a feel that glows and fills
A gentle thrill with kind goodwill.
I know a lot beyond all thought
Where play and plot seem a dull spot.
I know a smile that ever styles
My earthly miles beyond mere wiles.
I know a voice that echoes poise
That prompts my choice in fond rejoice.
I know a sum that calms and comes
To hint in psalm a lovely balm.
I know a touch in joy and nudge
That means so much to me as such.
I know a rhyme that flings all time
In mystic mimes that spring all chimes.
I know a truth that hurls beauty
In placid proof of ecstasy.
I know a face that follows me
In time and space to set me free.
I know a love that calls to me
Below, above, kind and lovely.
I know a friend who tells me how:
Of grandeur's trend, of splendour now.
Leon Enriquez
21 January 2015
Singapore
Honoured is our kin
fed with a sliver spoon
bred and reared in Elysium.
Swith is he, an ironic typhoean _
(he 'l be)- Our immerse hero..
So will he slump a thousand times
but not like a coward.
I will tirelessly mull over
how long he lives
like a mammoth,
how great he'l emerge like pharaoh..
Tender is his flesh at the crematorium
who shall we laud, for this formidable feast.
Welcome the vulnerable kin,
He who stole our sodden hearts.
Who will eep and give fibs?
He! the "vainglorious conqueror" _
Who will loot and share views?
He!
Who wears the prosperous attire?
He..
who rears the gluttonous martyrs?
He! He! He!
praise him Of great evil and flair.
glorify him Of great evil and fear he spares,
Our sardonic Adonis.
Tied are you to winter's wrappers
Harmattan you say is for Americanas
in the savannahs.. there you belong
you scoundrel!our disowned manhattanite,
we your kindreds heart you
'road model' for we yonder ones.
You undo and sojourn
we still value you
We pray you live longer
We pray you age agelessly
And work tirelessly
like a wall clock
When there is nothing left to seek
You know you have attained your peak
Then, pray to be like these carcasses
who takes nothing to heaven _But
good deeds that trades them paradise
away from hell fortressed from yeh
I praise you hence
Turn a new ...
Get a new lease on life
Could it be the state of tranquility
Despite the times they are being loquacious
Or this event of serendipity
For meeting this person quite so gracious
Is it his presence is a sweet lagniappe
Or their bond that caused an epiphany
The fact his absence feels like a cold snap
That her feelings are a polyphony
It’s personality in plethora
Which is refreshing just like petrichor
That sets off in her mind an aurora
Depicting sensations of her ardour
It’s that he treats her with delicacy
That sets off these great feelings blossoming
She puts words to them with hesitancy
For her fear of the others gossiping
She hides in a place abyssopelagic
To veil that he is her panacea
As if emotions will leave like magic
Is that not just the dumbest idea
Who’s she kidding they are diaphanous
A statement that she says with some languor
Practicing a great deal of ascesis
When really they should be allowed to soar
But he gives a place of felicity
A place some might say is just limerence
A thing that is quite the duplicity
She knows that she can see the difference
Her affection can appear galactic
But to her it is just a silhouette
Perhaps giving her an ataractic
Will dim her down and she’ll cause less upset
To him she is just incendiary
An explosive she is the quintessence
A fact becoming evidentiary
In it exhibiting its fluorescence
She wished for a soothing elixir
They sent her a voice so mellifluous
However it’s not his job to fix her
Whilst she is in this state of pensiveness
And now she senses a quadrivium
There is an insight into her psyche
She is praying for her elysium
For her own life to end in syzygy
"Burning Bushes Treacherous Cargo"
They say hell
is on fire
but there in
The Lawrence Forest
exist many,
burning bushes
waiting on deliverance
delivering messages,
hidden shadow angels
waiting for their
Bardo exodus
they are
allowed to
come and go
but they are
drawn back
to their torched
habitats
like moths
to flames
their footprints
scorch the missing years
in the desert sand,
the place of the great undoing,
and through that wilderness
broken they glide across
the slippery mossy passages
towards the banks of Styx
waiting at the River’s edge
with tokens for the
Elysium visits
twin flames
lost souls
for once
and all
clearly see
the other
for what
the other is
you will not see
them clearly
unless
the match
is well lit,
they carry
their own light
in the shadows
they shapeshift
a staggered procession
they come and go
exchanging contracts
where sentences
are despatched;
the words
with a life
of their own
are released
like promises
in the flow,
returning in the
wake of the boat
the Ferryman
takes them
journeying
through
strange channels
deep and unclear
towards
the most clear
and shallow
some will say
treacherous -
cargo
transferred
back to below
so above
back to above
so below
burning bushes
treacherous cargo
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
I watch pink-blue horizons
as visions of your face
fade in the sinking sun
your footprints linger in the haze.
Reflections of white satin seas
open and shut walls
the Elysium of endless dreams
where shadow and light fall.
Nameless on these pages
weaving sweet tapestry
in sonnets, poetic sequences
as every word comes rapidly.
Secrets of your heart
Touched by subtle motions
Rising with a rising star
At the start of profuse notions.
Gems of topaz
on your caramel hands
sun rain angels’ dance
in a lover’s trance.
Let me play a sonata
as silver moons glide
the muse, Hakuna Matata
you by my side.
Every inch of you is beautiful
curves, your body petite
yesterdays were forever few
I lay pearls at your feet.
I disappear into an ocean of people
leaving paths of sweet jade
until we meet again in the regal
among diamond blue shades.
Was e’er a moment held so calm,
To dull and silhouette our lives,
Like Tithoneus weeping with the dawn,
Should find Elysium in those eyes
Uncloth’d, my mind in tearful thoughts concedes,
A vision of thee ‘neath the moon,
I gently press my will toward thee,
And ever vex my soul with you
Yea! Thy beauty finds me vex’d,
As tho’ some poet never told,
With words, yet eloquently breath’d,
Of all the wonders that ye hold
One roseate portrait of your smile,
Like an opera well rehears’d,
Sets this savage soul on fire,
And bids me as the desert thirst
My passions know no other bounds,
Like silhouettes these words confine,
My soul, one tear opaques me now,
And births an opera in my mind
One vision how the Nile runs,
Strange goddess to this tear,
In other moments melts the sun,
And then thy beauty with the night appears!
You teeming engulfing earth,
you may have this flesh
it was never mine always yours.
Take it back, farm it out to the worms
grow apples from it or any common weed.
When it thrived it ran on time,
it was clock-worked and highly sprung
suspended above a rebounding energy
but now it turning into food
and all the little hungry mouths
of a consuming soil wait to be fed.
I have this brain still
it is wired up to a creaking puppet.
I can write of things
only a dying brain can see.
I have within me an undying light
a light that I grew out of s single seed
of God
and I am keeping that
or rather God is.
It will be planted again in Elysium
where suns flower new worlds,
where bodies are dandelion clouds
each one a time-machine
for timeless minds.
In dreams of yonder, wishes wistfully conceive,
A cradle of lost tomorrows, where shadows sway;
To a realm unseen, where hearts believe,
Past where twilight’s lulling lullabies lay,
A world where reverie and reality secretly play.
Through the veil of verity…
…Aisling nocturnally creates,
Mountains of moonlight, rivers of rhyme,
A world untouched by changing tides and capricious fate.
In this land, where we lose track of all time,
A place where voices harmonize; oh, so surreal, so sublime.
A city of silence, a forest of fears,
The cloud-kissed towers, an ocean of sorrow,
Beneath twilight's gentle, silent tears.
An ephemeral world free of yesterdays and tomorrow,
A dreamscape unfolding where sleep freely borrows.
A tremor runs through castle walls,
A sigh escapes the forest deep,
Twilight's tears turn into calls
Of roosters waking from their sleep.
The ocean's sorrow shimmers pale
A canvas primed for sun's first brush.
The mountains, caught in morning's veil
Dissolves to silence, whispers hush.
As a new dawn dances
the dream dissipates
The illusion shatters
reality reinstates.
For the land was an Elysium delight
A mere mirage in the moonlit night.
Dissolving in dawn's delicate dance
…like a mist in morning sacred light.
Fading Starlight sifts through leaves, painting emerald shadows on the ground.
Lost in the morning's mellowness,
a sigh escapes,
the dream departs,
unrenown…
Though dawn reclaims the waking world,
a yearning in my heart resides,
For Elysium's lost melody,
where time and sorrow gently subside.