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This sinner here --Michelle--
learned at St. Peter Chanel
there's no point to rebel
Life without God is Hell
Not just a state of mind
also an afterlife confined
to weep, & teeth-grind
all happiness -- behind
It would NOT be fun--
not "a day in the sun!"
no chance to go for a run
the joys of life -- done
Never chillin' with friends
too late to make amends
from Love, the soul rends
and remorse never ends
I don't know about you--
thoughts of Hell make me blue
but it really exists -- it's true
souls could avoid it if they knew
A big pothole in the crosswalk
won't disappear just cuz we balk
we have to watch where we walk
to be safe, lock, barrel and stock
To step up safely, it'd be smart
to climb the ladder to God's Heart
via her--who from Him--isn't apart
the Immaculata's sweet help is a start
Say, Mary be a mother to be now
she's closer to her Son than me --or thou--
from His Cross, He did endow
her to be a mother to us all --and how!
Mary's every word in the Holy Bible
can clear up any anti-Jesus libel
her love for all nations, intertribal
more devotion-worthy than Cybele
I hope Jacinta, Francisco, and Lucia
keep up their intercessory Ave Maria
praying till the world's end: good idea
for peace in Russia, Ukraine (& Korea)
These kids turned their lives around
with the fervent prayer life they found
their sacrifices for sinners did abound
due to their vision of Hell so profound
St. Faustina also envisioned Hell & told
to lovingly warn us, not abrasively scold
read her beautiful story and be consoled
Divine Mercy's testament is New, & Old
We have a way out, with the Lamb
(in other words, the Great I Am)
it's not too good to be true, no sham
Divine Mercy doesn't wish to damn
Ceaseless tortures? No thanks!
I'd rather join the ranks
of all the repentant cranks
giving up our sinful pranks
So then here's my advice
gotta be better than "nice"
but God's grace will suffice
to grow virtue from vice
He's the Way, Truth, and Life
He understands our strife
Urging us with Love, not a knife
Loving us though our sins be rife
There's a twist to this story
I look forward to Purgatory
as more purifying than gory
for God's greater glory
Ultimately I say: Aim Higher
God created us with the desire
after this short life, to retire
to sing in Heaven's choir
(Dedication: For Ann, who knows.)
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Follow your heart and listen well:
Do what you love and let it show;
All good things start when urge in-dwells;
Your musing dove inspires warm glow.
Go with the flow with inner voice;
Dare to dream big as wonder flames;
Discern and know your steadfast choice;
Sweet as a fig your primal game.
Your sure heart knows just what brings joy;
Love with passion as purpose drives;
Ask that you know your steady ploy;
Live bold action as your heart strives.
Dare to be bold with courage fond:
Look within you for inspired cues;
Let thought unfold in your own pond;
It's up to you to create you!
Live your best form each brand new day;
Focus and see a world of change;
Love is the norm that brings grand play;
Truth and beauty connects your range.
When things look bad as failure flings,
See through the dark that engulfs pain;
Cheer hides in sad: watch good times swing;
You heart will spark success again.
Learn to discern your time and space;
Be unafraid as failure comes;
Stare at concerns to yield your place;
Fear is a dread that zero sums.
Live with fond joy and dare to play;
Life is a game that you can win;
Defeat the ploy that fear portrays;
Wear well your name with faith within.
On earthly spheres right now and here,
Each man is born to a set tune;
Success is near beyond all fear;
Let work adorn what pulse attunes.
Know who you are as heart knows mind;
Walk your path well and do have fun;
Cause is a star that seeks and finds;
Result now dwells within life's pun.
Rhymes and reason follow the sun;
Do what you do with end in mind;
Sync with season and prime your run;
It's up to you to seek and find.
Keep mindset clear when things turn bad;
Love will know grace that governs each;
Keep heart sincere when sad turns mad;
Love firms your face to glimpse fond reach.
Here by your side, pure passion springs:
Here as you think a thousand deals;
Here for the ride, sure purpose brings:
Here as you link a hearty feel.
Keep doing now what your heart knows;
Keep faith and hope that lives love here;
Keep love's endow in sacred flow;
Keep poise and scope and work with cheer.
Remember well the words you say:
Encrypt your voice with pleasant poise;
Describe and dwell from play to play;
Live well your choice and thus rejoice.
Leon Enriquez
29 June 2014
Singapore
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If Fantasy Were Reality
Human mind is like a wild cheeky horse,
Untrained, it pursues its own wilful course
Of IMAGINATION that lively brains
Can freely wish and afford to sustain
In a DREAM world of reckless REVERIE
Amidst the glow of frantic fantasy.
Flying on silvery wings of fancy
I dream being the king of my country
With beauties of my choice serving on me,
Attending to my WHIMSY wants like flees,
Basking in the sun in midst of the sea,
Inhaling freshness of the air, carefree.
Alas, when the dream comes to abrupt halt
I feel being struck by a thunderbolt
Viewing it as VISUALISATION
Bordering on a HALLUCINATION
With the sour sense of dropping from the moon
To face the realm of reality soon.
If fantasy were a reality
There would exist no shrines of poverty
No climes where wicked woeful wars are waged
No theatre where violence is staged,
But a land where blooms the flower of peace
Where in every soul sprouts the seed of bliss.
If fantasy could endow us with grace
Evert poor man`s house would be a palace,
Man could dwell on earth many thousand years
Without shedding a drop of pearly tear,
Without an iota of divine fear,
Decreeing earth as his very own sphere.
Oh...and hello
to you, some hours past, I
returned from counseling,
(hence this boy yent -
albeit beastie boy
figuratively basking
in fading afterglow)
great kickstarter session,
countless moments ago,
sans treatment plan,
she facilitated emotional airflow
i.e. Stephanie Dodds,
(sat straight as an arrow)
whereat this client purged, avow
hid lee, his psycho
logical reflux backflow
(Matthew Scott Harris) did crow
as said professionally trained
medicine woman actively listened,
(no doubt other male patients
similar to yours truly entertained
(alignment with see
thing hormonal concurrence,
where ego super vies iz
Id dee hot - hook line, and sinker
attributed to Sigmund Freud,
who sired, midwifed, and fathered
psychoanalytic theories)
sexual kindled fantasies,
viz being bedfellow
this soul, hood doth not bellow,
but keeps mum
(during my allotted time),
yet willingly shares
with utter strangers
intimate gal olive
hunt ting fantasy,
that doth beshadow
obviously no intent to breach
such prurient thoughts, bestow
foolscap upon mine noggin,
and most definitely blow
future appointments
with aesthetically pleasing
(tomb maa cryptic) bowwow
wing hot diggity
dog inner primate, perhaps,
and not surprisingly get brow
beaten, where dire
erect tor of facility
wilt hell me
"go take a hike to
penile solitary bungalow,"
where all manner of
libidinous desires wanna burrow
(where warren peace
can thrive hare and now),
on par with rabbit - burr reader,
which confinement would
not principally peter out
till dawning transgression vetted,
and avered final cockrow
trumpeted, norte - til last cornrow
reaped, hence unable
to thwart counterblow
permanently, doth nada
different she hate
lustful zeal from eye
dims sum – genital fateful dayglow,
thence high lee
grant ting deathblow
to testosterone laden satiety,
randy proclivity, and
concupiscent adoration from
combine nation of #endow
ments to ghost of - Grant
yule leases eyebrow
raising candy cane upon fallow
da weeder foreshadow
wing sowing field of poetically
wet dreams plying fecund,
feminine, and fertile ground
godaddy on his gangplow.
Just for the sake of saying "hello"
Courtesy garden variety/generic common Joe
who strives to achieve becoming
(even posthumously)
an esteemed writer likened to outstanding poe
whit – perhaps illusions
of grandeur must be reined in
courtesy horse sense and Whoa!
A short time ago today
(the ides of March 2021)
upon returning from nearest LIDL
(located at 1831 E Ridge Pike,
Royersford, Pennsylvania 19468
Latitude: 40.1845 Longitude: -75.5360),
I realized too late the opportunity
to exchange pleasant greetings
with another resident (a young man,
who shares a similar physique
to yours truly).
Preoccupied removing comestibles -
predominantly nine plastic
gallon jugs of distilled water
(tightly packed within large suitcase,
which luggage formerly
belonged to Boyce Harris - papa)
the notion occurred
(ex post facto).
Cursory aforementioned observation,
(viz forfeited interpersonal opportunity)
unexpectedly impetus awoke
regarding said unnamed bloke
(who I've seen scant
number of times before)
friendly exchange thus didst evoke
idea to craft poem,
cuz pleasant demeanor
generates figurative chain reaction
livingsocial among other
(mostly elderly) folk
here at Highland Manor
this credo to befriend others I invoke
(by Dickens) with little
or no great expectations
motivates me to risk
playing game of life no joke,
but good humor a masterstroke,
one generic American notes tis oak
kay for yours truly not to poke
intrusively, (albeit rudely
he thinks) and possibly also stoke
antipathy by ignoring
formalities of pleasantness
in either case saddle and yoke
me with unflattering
nom de plume.
Additionally I will allow
enable, and provide tolerance
if recipient of mine genuine
companionable intent
declines overture as potential
future bosom buddy
and/or sounding board,
plus will defend self
against blistering, excoriating, scathing...
metaphorical nonetheless hurtful assaults
against mine brow
will not figurative undermine
paltry self esteem, but endow
redoubled effort to risk
making acquaintance(s) and consort
with persons who cross my path
their nose in the air
trumpeting arrogance and how
never be deterred toward livingsocial
such personal promise I vow.
My BELOVED...how did I find
a suture to my soul and mind-
our eyes first met I was so blind,
offered a gracious heart, so kind.
Before romance love was defined,
I swear the Lord had it designed.
Our souls and hearts became entwined,
now we’re passion and trust combined-
before death takes me please remind
me that our love outweighs mankind.
I can’t resist your sweet embrace,
you tenderly caress my face.
You stole my heart without a trace,
our love soars throughout time and space.
Please gently remove my white lace;
o, take me to our sacred place.
Let’s take this at a slower pace;
you are my addiction, (my chase).
You treat me with adoring grace,
love making release…just in case.
I promise to love only you-
throughout the years, oh how we grew.
Please take my hand let’s say I do,
and have some babies, one or two!
I’ll whisper love’s secret so true.
You walked in my life right on queue;
I’ll bring you joy when you are blue,
we’ll make some magic all night through.
For great men like you there are few-
tonight your silhouette I drew.
Believe me when I state my vow,
you love me so- I wonder how.
As you tenderly wisp my brow
with soul and desire, (I’ll allow).
Ask when I need you, I'll state now,
sweet adoration I’ll endow.
They wonder who I love, it’s thou,
you promised you won’t disavow.
You are my king I’ll always bow,
and so darn handsome, I think “WOW!”
I’ll walk beside you not behind,
love's true guarantee has been signed.
Your love I shall never replace,
I’ll never treat you with disgrace.
Memories of kisses you blew,
you’re love I’ll never misconstrue.
In death, I’ll keep living somehow,
your touch I'll never disallow.
For you’re God’s greatest creation…
I swear love and dedication.
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Form: "LUDix-rym"
5 rhyming stanzas- 10 lines per stanza
8 syllables in each line
Rhyme Scheme:
Stanza 1 - a x 10
Stanza 2 - b x 10
Stanza 3 - c x 10
Stanza 4 - d x 10
Stanza 5 - aabbccddee
Date written - November 3, 2016
Judged - October 6, 2019
N-A rerun 4 Poetry Contest
Sponsor - John Hamilton
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Placed Second in :
Sanctuary, Soft, Stir, Surreal Words Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
"Remember, the entrance door to the sanctuary is inside you.” Rumi
Sanctuary
In the depth of my inner self
Lies a small secret sanctuary
Carpeted with a greenish lawn,
Bordered with lilacs and roses,
Sprinkled with saffron marigolds
And berthed with leafy mango trees;
It is a secret sanctuary
Where colourful birds of my dream
Filled with joy, hop from branch to branch
And scan the blue sky as a team,
Singing sizzling songs in a trance
To vie with the whispering winds.
I retire to the sanctuary
To sow the seeds of mindfulness,
Water the shoots and rising buds
That will soon give birth to flowers
To embellish the sanctuary
And perfuse it with their perfume.
I retire to the sanctuary
To meet with zeal my longing muse,
To beseech her inspiring light
That I may carve some divine hymns
And offer them at the Lord`s shrine
As a humble token of mine.
I retire to the sanctuary
To retrieve hymns aligned on shelves,
Brush out the tangled spiders` webs
Endow them with gems of beauty
And breathe freshened air unto them
That they may soar in time and space.
I yearn, I yearn, to change the tide,
In a world where good seems to hide.
I yearn for joy, in every heart,
Yet sorrow's grip tears it apart.
I yearn for love, a universal song,
But hatred's dance proves far too strong.
I yearn for dreams to find their way,
Yet sins persist and lead astray.
I yearn to turn hate into love,
But in our blood, it's woven above.
I yearn for fullness, no hunger's call,
Yet cloth and shelter, denied to all.
I yearn to turn the clock, reverse,
To a time when humanity was our universe.
I yearn for a button, a life delete,
To erase the sorrows and pain we meet.
I yearn for voices, free and clear,
Yet this world lacks respect, I fear.
I yearn for an end to heart's cruel fate,
Yet every soul seems filled with hate.
I yearn for kinship, sister, brother,
Yet religious rifts create another.
I yearn for minds to embrace the book,
But screens and gadgets take a look.
I yearn for safety, every girl,
Yet this generation seems to swirl.
I yearn for wealth to end the blight,
Yet corruption clings with all its might.
I yearn for freedom in every soul,
Yet thoughts and thinking take their toll.
I yearn for trust in this wary space,
Yet this world's not a trustworthy place.
I yearn for joy in each domain,
For individuals, families, neighbours, and terrain.
But do they yearn as I do now,
For a brighter future to endow?
Live regally, like king and queen,
Let not your thoughts make your spirit lean.
Trust not all, for they may deceive,
Guard your heart, so it won't grieve.
Live a life that others praise,
Not one that brings on darkened days.
Love those deserving, hold them near,
And, above all, love yourself, my dear.
Find joy in simple, surrounding things,
Shield yourself from the pain it brings.
Live for yourself, not for the crowd,
Love yourself, and stand tall and proud.
Extend a hand, help those in need,
For in their time of trial, you may succeed.
This life, it's fleeting, one and only,
So live it fully, not melancholy.
You don't know when your time will end,
So cherish each moment, my dear friend.
Live happily, love yourself through,
For this life is a gift—embrace it, be true.
Journey Journal Page
CHRISTMAS ALLELUIA
By Leon Enriquez
Hope blooms good living
This is the season
Love is our reason
For peace and goodwill
Share the love we feel
Joy in our giving
So right Here and Now
True peace on earth grounds
Where the lost is found
As faith and hope bloom
When our hearts make room
For love to endow
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God blesses our sight
In our space and time
Hear the happy chimes
The wise men of old
The Christ child foretold
The way, truth and light
In our brief life lease
Draw near and see proof
Mystery in truth
Emmanuel right here
Our cause for good cheer
May The Christ bring peace
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Christ’s sojourn on earth
As stars shine most bright
On this holy night
The Word comes to call
Humbly to us all
With tidings of mirth
Christ the Son of Man
What a lovely gift
As grace and light lift
Our dreary days here
To absolve all fear
Make souls understand
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Mystic light we seek
So we look to grace
To help us to trace
To mend broken hearts
To dare to thus start
Our quest for love’s peak
Feel the jolly mood
Glad tidings to all
As Christmas light calls
With message most kind
Peace to all mankind
Each soul can live good
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Christ brings healing touch
Gather with good cheer
With a heart sincere
True love funds your quest
Live the Christmas fest
Spread love more as such
Our fond hearts sing psalms
Once again we hear
Tidings of good cheer
Jingle bells ringing
Sweet Carols singing
Jesus Christ is come
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Love the Lord God then
With all your heart, soul
Body-mind one whole
Then love other men
As you love God, friend
To show you understand
Live fond peace of mind
In your Christmas cheer
Compassion holds dear
Do unto others
Love one another
Be mindful and kind
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Blessings to all men
Glory be to God
Father-Mother Lord
Source of mystery
Who calls us to be
Listen as we can
May light show the way
May peace bring us hope
Love and grace now scope
May faith and truth show
Joy we come to know
To live well each day
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Leon Enriquez
25 December 2024
Singapore
My Precious Daughter, Cheri
Cheri, the Lord has wanted to tell you what He thinks about
you and your life, your walk with Him and, He has
commissioned me to write it out.
Honey, so many awesome gifts He has given to you in your life
even the physical ones, decorating, baking, cooking etc., but also wisdom
sincerity, faith, hope and many more yet, He is saying He has
much more to endow you with but, He cannot give them to you
until you allow Him to do it, so He stands before you with gifts in His hands.
Also, I saw a picture of Him standing behind you with His arms around you
wanting to hold you, comfort you, bless you, fill you, use you, guide you,
into all of the things that He has for your life, Jerry’s life and your children’s lives.
You see, when you accepted Jesus, that is awesome, wonderful and
glorious but, Jesus, Himself instructed the disciples to wait in Jerusalem
until they would be endowed with power from on high, the infilling of the
Holy Spirit with the evidence of speaking in other tongues. He says, once
you have this gift, He (the Holy Spirit) will unlock all of the other gifts that He has for you.
I have seen tonight in a vision of the Spirit, that you were talking and
ministering to young mothers, wives, women that have been so wounded
by family, or their own husbands. You have been there, the Lord is
saying, you understand where they are coming from. You see, what the devil
meant for evil in your life, the divorce and other pain, God wants to turn it to the good so that the devil doesn’t have the victory over it anymore.
Lastly, the Lord watches over you when you sleep, He is loving on you
during the night. He I believe is saying, He whispers sweet word of love in your ears while you are asleep; remember He is the Lover of your soul.
He sees how you are blessing your husband, your children daily, loving
on them, fixing things for them and caring for them so tenderly. I only
pray that I didn’t miss anything that He was saying but I prayed and this is what came.
God bless you on this your birthday and, through the year.
Love you, Your other mother, Marilyn S. Jennings
April 13, 2018