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I am disappointed in the referendum,
The English are still friends;
Wallace fought for human rights,
And to live within our ends.
All people are of equal worth,
But nationality means self-government,
Of poverty, healthcare, criminality, and education,
So that state-giving is not an event.
The problem is really Westminster -
Its seats make different decisions,
From our socialist, fair-thinking deliberations,
Which cause deep, insightful positions.
Salmond tried his hardest to secure,
The identity and freedom of independence:
Our own pocket would recursively generate,
The confidence of self-assurance.
Devolution is only half the story,
It does not position the cart;
Of wealth and influence which fragment,
In centralisation’s s
Freedom is gold, something enabling,
And to have it we must wield;
Sturgeon stands to build the society,
A flourishing democracy yields.
My party is just my party,
But our national one deserves the chance,
To govern from Westminster without reserve:
This day, they’ve got our glance.
More power to Scotland would enable,
Businesses, schools and communities to thrive,
Establishing themselves more firmly,
Becoming dynamic drives.
The tartan has gone global,
In scarfs and shirts that casually cheer,
And the Black Watch can be spotted everywhere,
In jackets, skirts and trousers which endear.
I have resolved that regarding the three countries,
Not to live in resentful, distrusting mayhem,
But, whenever they pertain to me,
To live with them, by them, and for them.
The Scottish Referendum took place on Thursday the 18th of September 2014, when those for independence from the UK lost, so we're still part of the UK.
Stealing away to the woods
Longing for forest’s best goods
Pines, oaks, with the gentlest streams
Flowing with beautiful dreams
Glistening like the night’s stars
Sighing praise for life’s memoirs
Perfect blessings to amaze
Enchanting the soul always
Whispers of light fall in prose
Trusting the faith God controls
Silence breathes passions so clear
Kindness rains down to endear
Through forest’s grace comes stirring
Feelings the heart’s preferring
Wonders of grace start on trails
Where tunes of gladness prevails
Thickets and timbers conspire
Assuring faith grows higher
Dawdling in the stars of night
Reflections of awe so bright
Taking nature so stunning
Nothing is quite as cunning
It tempts the spirit to smile
In spite of it’s hardest mile
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April 5, 2023
Grandiose words above my head
If I’m in the mood for them I will look them up
If I am not, I will pass over this missive quickly.
Down to earth easy words appreciated.
Heartfelt words endear themselves to me, giving me joy.
Sad sorrowful words, reduce my heart to ashes.
Poets who understand words captivate and enthrall me.
Spin me on my head, and twirl me in the air.
I dance and prance to the right words.
I sing some, and laugh with others.
Word players and wordsmiths, delight me every day.
Words are volatile, brave, fun, and exciting.
Words entice me, and inspire me.
Words, glorious words.
I cannot fathom life without them.
Even telepathy uses words.
Now in sure time watch space greet fate,
Ask for bold zest to brave each fear;
Touch moves deep chimes here at the gate,
Instruct the best to dare endear;
One by one see your cherished lot,
Note how time jerks life's challenge grand
Aim thus to be working your thoughts,
Love ever works purpose and trend.
Align sure heart with mindful grace,
Nurture fine form as substance moves;
Thrill in fond art bold highs you trace,
Hurl thus clear norms that fit new grooves;
Enter and be what passion grows,
Merge with love's sea as vision shows.
Leon Enriquez
12 October 2016
Singapore
How beautiful the music that he made;
his lilting song was carried by the breeze
and waves of water, and the lyre he played
sent all the birds to singing in the trees.
All creatures of the forest he entranced.
The magic of his song made them alert,
and even rocks nearby the rivers danced,
and thus, a river’s course he could divert!
Upon his death, how mournful was the song
which even then had power to amaze
all those who heard its tune floating along
the river to the shore. His music stays
inside the hearts of those whose words endear
us to the magic which they still can hear.
Oct. 10, 2017
For John Hamilton's 'Your best sonnet October1-December31,2017' Contest
(sorry, my best romance was already a winner in another of your contests!!)
Speak with calm poise a tale of joy,
Touch a sweet spot with form and feel;
Opt for fine choice as wit firms ploy,
Reach happy plot as thought reveals;
Yield cheery voice as words employ.
Sell a fine tale that truly shows,
Thrill that deep urge of happy fest;
Obsess the sale of art that flows,
Reap precious surge in profound quest;
Yes dare avail the light that glows.
Start now and here to know insight,
Treat the heart well in time and space;
Observe how cheer can prompt deep sights,
Rouse a sure spell that honours grace;
Yoke and endear that lovely flight.
Leon Enriquez
13 November 2015
Singapore
The things we hear and the things we say,
Are often not really meant that way;
For often people will say in jest,
Things that shouldn't be said at best.
Often when people are tired or upset,
They'll fuss and fume and grumble and fret;
And others will use the things they hear,
To feather their nest and themselves endear.
They take out of context the things they hear,
And repeat it to friends and cohorts and peers;
So remember when someone complains to you,
Unless it will help, don't spread the news.
Keep to yourself what you hear others say,
For it all will come back to you some day.
Maybe not today, tomorrow, next week,
But trouble comes back, it's maker to seek.
Like the salmon who swims upstream to spawn,
Or the tides ebb and flow at moon rise and dawn,
Trouble will seek out it's own birth place too.
Make sure when it does it won't seek out you.
I love you, I love you, I love you
What beautiful words to hear
A warm fuzzy feeling envelopes our soul
Words that always endear
True love is the reason we all exist
Travelling down life's bumpy road
Without love to guide us, we'd all be lost
Struggling with life's heavy load
Many times in life, love invades our soul
Each time it feels so intense
It's the warmest emotion we've ever felt
As deep as the ocean immense
Nothing has really ever felt any sweeter
In each dream I see her face
Just holding her sweet body close to mine
In a warm and loving embrace
I've loved this lady for many long years
It's as strong as it was at the start
Memories rush back to the very beginning
Back when she captured my heart
As long term aspiring
gurgling (stream of consciousness)
paperback writer, there doth appear
an imponderable quandary
most likely experienced
by fellow neophyte authors,
one pesky bugbear
that just dawned, (within the mind
of this former tony
MainLiner) crystal clear,
i would bet mine
bottom dollar and declare
unequivocally established writers
mentally tussled (or still do),
how to accrue “Art of the book writing deal”
contract subsequently endear
an increasing number of people,
that definitely feel drawn
to thy unique flavonoid flair
with words this scrivener displays,
where oft times decrypting
(mine block chain) dost jam
at least one cerebral cog and gear
no matter how far away from me,
this mind can telepathically hear,
colorful epithets, thus
seriously considering donning,
summoning, and trumpeting
his swiftly tailored,
harried styled interlinear
difficult to interpret ma Bella cos
mean mien, thus ready
(lock, stock and barrel)
to ship me on a one way junketeer
attired in a combination
all force he zen,
(and Caesar) knitwear
and (thrift special red tag sale) leisurewear
oh...preferably gender neutral,
or specifically frilly pink menswear
which could be either
day or nightwear
yet absolutely non gaudily
outlandish most unlike
thine convoluted other worldly
unfairly punishing stentorian
verb hose noun sense sic cull
idiomatic ling goo whist tricks
driven by a harsh grammatical taskmaster,
(nonetheless one
gentle non-slavish overseer)
summoning positive
feedback to reap peer
burgeoning my popularity,
yet without being *****
yule us, yes...of course retaining rear
penchant inventively steer
ring an unsuspecting reeder
agonizingly testing their
pay shunts, perhaps inducing her/him
to race out the door like a a mad person
clad with (impeach 45) underwear
calling for men/women in white coats
to lock up Matthew Scott Harris
possibly commuting his
long runonsentence tea
ching fellow inmates without ten year!
Journey Journal Page
MONDAY
By Leon Enriquez
Monday
Comes around
A fresh play
On new grounds
Create
Sync with change
A new fate
Casts your range
Sparkle
Dare to live
And juggle
What you give
~~~~~~~~~
Bestow
A kind heart
Now you know
How to start
Align
Heart and soul
As mind signs
Thought made whole
Inspire
Word and work
As zest sires
Your own perks
~~~~~~~~~
Desire
To be whole
Start deep fire
Bless your soul
Release
Fear and dread
Groom fine peace
Unafraid
Conceive
Thoughts are things
Now achieve
What feel flings
~~~~~~~~~
Believe
How you feel
You receive
Cheer that heals
Achieve
Your fond dream
Do believe
Lavish streams
Endear
True joy sums
Spread warm cheer
See outcomes
~~~~~~~~~
Abide
Here with grace
Bloom and glide
Sacred space
Attain
In good time
Wise true gains
Mime and chime
Embrace
Your own fate
Quest your pace
In good state
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
26 February 2024
Singapore