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“ Enthusiasm is nothing more or less than faith in action.”
- Henry Chester.
Enthusiasm is nothing
more or less than faith in action .
Dynamism and zeal to bring
on every implementation.
Enthusiasm guides in each step.
Confidence in activity
will always lead , not to escape.
Devotion is priority.
Enthusiasm won't allow to
put you on dark despondency
Disappointment won't engross you.
Stay strong , firm not under mercy.
Enthusiasm is the pivot
of your attempt and performance,
keeping competent on each spot
and under any circumstance.
Enthusiasm is prime asset.
not to decrease at any rate
rather giving boost at its best,
Always prompt to act, never late.
A face masked with beauty,
And a heart engross with
charity.
An eyes as blazing as the
sun,
Attached to a creature that
brings fun.
Lips that produces an
astonished smile,
That can make the air still
for a while.
A nose that makes up her
beautiful face,
Wonderfully created in the
whole of human race.
A tongue that speaks for
the truth,
Of a unique creature down
from her root.
A pair of hands that
embrasses love,
Love of her father above.
A chest that protects her
special heart,
From thorns that can tear it
apart.
Hairs both dark and brown,
That helps fit in her beauty
crown.
A mind that's as peaceful as
a dove,
Connecting with a will to
show love.
A pair of ears that makes
her a good listener,
And 2 fist that makes her a
good fighter.
20 set of amazing fingers,
That makes her beauty
lingers.
A reddish fluid that flows
through her veins,
And tears that help wash
away all her pains.
In her face lies 2 dots of
dinpples,
That makes her lovely,
gorgeous and simple.
A slimy gorgeous body of
hers,
That makes her more
beautiful than her pals.
From the crown of her hair
to the sow of her feet,
Looks so radiant without a
zit.
A pair of legs that keeps her
moving by faith,
And also enables her to
raise above hate.
She possess a skin so
bright like a star,
And as sweet as ester.
All these unique parts
comes together,
To make up a special
creature altogether.
Believe me when i say she's
amazing to be with,
And a perfect world without
her is incomplete.
Her face is made without a
scar,
That's why her beautiful
name is ESTHER.
Yes to the flow of thought that lights
Engross deep find of grace that shows;
Show that fond glow of profound sight.
Intuit clear mind where love now grows:
Apt poignant streams of vivid waves,
Moves sculpt mind map as action hurls.
Instruct fine theme in touch that saves,
Ask joy to zap fond happy curls;
Mesh grand goodwill in precious style,
Aim how faith dwells upon these spheres;
Zest charms and fills the way hope smiles,
Intent now spells each moment dear;
Nurture wise health as stillness seeds,
Glimpse clear true wealth that prospers need.
Leon Enriquez
10 January 2017
Singapore
You’re too late to apologize to me
For your foolish, senseless decision-making
Accidents happen, but you purposely
Lied to me in my face – teary-eyed, terribly shaking
Can’t deny your lack of honesty hurt me badly
You wrecked me up real good, so far from free
I can’t stand the fact you drive me insane once again
I can’t handle the truth, so I remain ignorant then
You never took me as I am, as I truly am
My true self broke free like a ruined dam
You left me with nothing but rageful regret
You stole my happiness and made me upset
If I can seek a somewhat righteous approach,
You can have my mercy, you filthy roach…
I need you though and I hate to admit it
I want you to know that I still care a bit
I conjured up emotions and large feelings towards you
Engross me with your lovely, joyous spirit you once had
I endured so many hardships that hit me out of the blue
Sick to the stomach, but I learned to fake feeling so glad
Take me as I am, as I am
And I will do the same to you, to you
You stare at me like a cam
I feel heartless in your shoes, who knew
Somehow, I lost my mind long ago and I grieve
Oh, here am I, love, so take me as I am, as I truly am
I take a quick bow before I take my sulky leave
Oh, I am here, darling, so accept me for who I am
Someday, you will see me through the lows and flaws
Oh, here am I, seeking things from above –
I am an obedient lamb, my long-lost love
I take my time to try to explain myself to you, to you
But, nothing seems to register because you’re cruel
Dear friend,
Will you accept me for who I am? Ah, man…
Reject me not and just take me for who I am!
If you have them for me
If they are in you to give
Then give them to me...
If I've been good
Or, at least you thought I was good
Give them...
I receive them humbly and wholeheartedly
Don't hold 'em
For if you do, I will miss their beauty
Their freshness will wane and soon they will wilt and fade away
So give them...
Freely_
I'd do the same for you
My flowers...
Give me my beautiful, tender, aromatic fluorescents
Give them to me
I'd do the same for you
Give them while my eyes can behold their beauty, while my mind can reflect, and my nose can engross them
I'd do the same for you
Give them to me...
While the drum still beats in my chest
Give them...
Before I take my final rest
I want to hold them and gently engulf them
So give them to me
I'd do the same for you
Just give them to me
And I promise, I'd do the same for you
I GATHER UP MY WORDS
Lo! alas I come to task;
I await the change in my life;
But I've found myself lost;
I must not but Jesus back on that cross;
For though I am loss, He found me with His grace;
I am faithful and engross, I look onto His face;
His light shines and takes me to a place;
I gather up my words, then say Hallelujah
I gather up my words, and say thank you Lord
I gather up my words, and say Hallelujah
I look onto His face He found me with His grace;
No longer lost, Jesus paid the cost;
I am my own boss I'm saved thanks to Jesus;
In suffering He plunge He rose His spirit, His soul;
He cried, He died for me thanks be to God;
He plunge,suffered long suffering and His soul rose;
A wish faint and fading I sway;
Over the hill and far away;
The rapture of this life you've heard
I gather up my words, so to just praise the Lord
I gather up my words
5/20/18
Copyright © 2018
Let Your Pen Drip - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
Silent Parade - Anacreontic Verse
He curses sunrise,
it starts his demise.
He lies in bed,
wishing he was dead.
As somber thoughts creep,
they hurt him too deep,
he just wants to weep
and forever sleep.
His mind's gone berserk,
as the pills don't work.
He tries to explain,
but it's all in vain,
so he becomes tense,
when thoughts make no sense.
What's the point of life,
when its full of strife.
If they wore his shoes,
they would see the clues,
that his heart's breaking
and see he's faking.
He just pretends,
to not worry friends.
It's easy to blend,
so it won't offend.
As he can't engross,
in his dark morose.
He puts on a smile.
it's his mastered guile.
A forced masquerade -
his silent parade.
"April Showers Bring May Flowers" - Anacreontic Verse
Rain perspires into
mild petrichor scents
as a radiant
rainbow appears
Bluebirds bellow
sweet melodies
with saffron sun
glistening amid
blonde daffodils
blooming among
soft scarlet pansies
Tepid perfumed air
drifts fragrant flavours
from lilac lilies
and velvet orchids
Colourful primrose
sparkle like jewels
Bucolic views bring
childhood reminders
of playing in
emerald meadows
Hiding in cornfields
and building scarecrows
Horizons turn grey
as timid sun hides
behind dull rain-clouds
Seasons change with
contrasting weather
but memories
always remain
Two examples for the Anacreontic Verse contest
The Silent One
11 April 2021
Once again I'm captivated as I look into her eyes
It's the way she allures me wearing just a smile
Wishing, I'm wishing for my hands to soon apply
Her palm raised I now know to await just a while
Soon I'm drawn in again upon viewing her thighs
Slowly towards me she walks, gravity now seen
My mind sees our future imaging our next scene
Slowly dancing naked so close but I can't reach
Taunting teasing pleasing poses engross my orbs
Languages of us yet there's no words of speech
Caressing her undulations soon to me absorbed
Soft tanned porcelain skin ripened like a peach
Close to me she's now, her scents sensed, sigh
My tongue secretly asps for my heart can't deny
Gestured outstretched hands, shapely hips met
Curvaceous lines of she addressed by my touch
Upon my lap she sits, I'm hungered wanting whet
Internal gears are turning amidst my driving clutch
Beating hearts soon to touch, adjoining we're set
Silken sheets now welcome adorned by loving two
Tomorrow night it's my turn, I'll stand in front of you
Dedicated to 'Olive Eloisa Guillermo' whom has my heart xx
A constant companion since way back when,
He's my savior. Amen.
Because my heart he does engross,
I'm in His shadow we're so close.
I've seen His movements in the world;
Seen His works--His wonders unfurled.
I've beheld the magic of August moon,
Smelled rose on summer afternoon.
I've read His ancient word, still true,
I've looked to endless skies, still blue.
Heavenly Father, on bended knee,
I lift my eyes and look to Thee.
Yes, heard His voice whisper in the wood;
Been His child since babyhood.
A love that shines brightly forevermore;
I've heard His knock upon the door.
I've glimpsed His figure in the fog;
We've been engaged in dialogue.
Yes, the minister affirms with a nod,
How amazing is God!
I've participated in the holy rites,
Beheld the stars on Christmas nights,
And seen things grandiose--
I'm in His shadow we're so close.
Fog thick as thieves reduces sight
Its white-gray silhouettes pine trees
Floating in moisture feels at ease
Slow misty drops drip dark as night
Coating all trees, shrubs, animals
This eerie scene quite tangible
Quiet in nature a delight
Animals hunkered down; wait time
In den or nest, life seems sublime
Time seems to be in life's slow flight
Cold and hunger engross their life
Soon birds will come to feed no strife
Days numbered 'pon the wall indite
Animals accept each second
Not knowing time their great present
Fog thick as thieves reduces sight
Slow misty drops, drip dark as night
Quiet in nature a delight
Time seems to be in life's slow flight
Days numbered 'pon the wall indite
Written January 02, 2014
Inspired by Craig Cornish