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Carnal woman has sweet smell of fragrance
To create the finite atmosphere of fantasy,
With potent powers and primal ambiance,
Beguiled intruding hearts entrench in ecstasy.
A carnal woman filled with burning stars,
In lust for love adventure walks through life,
What powerful might touches men senses?
The margin of errors is sharper than a knife.
Wildest desires to rule in tempestuous waves,
Taking brave souls on a journey for two,
Through beautiful glades and marshy places,
Demands stopped where slippery flames flew.
And own innocent dreams lost in a moments thrill
The muddy air of flaws transforms into delights,
A bliss that can be more sublime than present will
Trapped in ruin vows by many lonely nights.
A kiss to cover sins for eternity is an exquisite
Genital fire, nothing more than cloudy explosion,
To ruin integrity and scars leave the saddest merit,
Glowing warm in ashes on the floor of compulsion.
Where fascination can see no light in the dark,
Character holding together thighs and magnetism,
Loosen by talk and the blighted spirit scarlet mark,
Nocturnal reincarnation precipitate ecstatic mysticism.
Deeper than the Pacific Ocean's Mariana Trench,
Bottomless curls, furls, swirls, and whirlpools of thoughts and feelings;
Thoughts go deeper than the Challenger Deep that does entrench -
Designs and adorns the inner core of the earth's ceilings...!
The depth of the heart is deeper than the deepest depths, vast,
I do not mean the biological heart, that's flesh, weak;
My heart is a poetic, romantic creative art,
That incorporates the universe that does volumes speak...!
Sunda Deep of the Java Trench is very deep as well,
Could anyone measure the true depths of a conscious mind?
Thoughts take pleasure in the central core of Hades to dwell,
Frenzy passion wants, with the deepest of worlds, to be twined...!
Depth of thoughts and feelings and words and verses should prevail,
They should tell the world, each day, many a liberty tale...!!!
MLK day on every third Monday of January
Remember his sermons daily though you celebrate him annually
Before that balcony where the bullet sent his blood flowing like a stream
He had shared his famous words, "I have a dream."
He was no swindler looking for a benefactor
He was a visionary of a coming judgment by the content of character
Though through life his struggle never eased
He spoke of thankfully saying "If I sneezed."
The times were tense and highly racial
But today MLK's words are revered and held special
By all from all walks of life
To quell America anytime it's threatened with strife
Since then the colour of a man's skin is a little less sinister
But still far from the envisioned end of the baptist minister
The law says "equal" but perceptions linger of the otherwise
Many only suppress their hearts and wear pretence and disguise
The change of the atmosphere is yet to cause a change of hearts
Every verbal ceasefire being followed by some demeaning dart
If the God of Love inspired Dr. King
Disobeying evil law to entrench good without a spring
Then let God's moral standard be our guide
Let the law not give some too much to take in a stride
If God made them all and saw that it was good
Let not their appearance alter your mood
K. Muitherero.
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NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
The cypress trees at water’s edge hedge an entrance.
We circle senseless, aimless, wheezing from the stench.
We are unprepared for this netherworld mischance,
this lifeless pool without birds where we entrench.
Drawn into the grotto leading to the abode of the dead,
we are alarmed to find the design is quite familiar.
Our handwriting and signatures cannot be misread.
All around our cacotopian creation seems so peculiar.
Dank alleys crowded; COVID corpses decompose.
Back when, we passively handed the reign of power
to a petulant fiendish bully we might not now depose.
His smirking cult spews contempt like a shower.
Meanwhile conspiracy capers cavort clucking tongues,
and we view our nihility specters, seeking our escape.
But this vortex germ befouls the air, attacking our lungs.
Our vertigo fatigue means our breakout can’t take shape.
This is long lost Avernus, the black hole of our making.
Thoughtless, this virus only preys on any for the taking.
For many years, there the sphinxes lay
Entombed in decorated silent graves,
Whose reminiscence amaze the present day.
When deities emerge out of nine decades.
The lost city unearthed something else.
Myths entrench in fear by the same wind,
Secret elements of powers and fragile pieces,
Those rare mementos buried in the sand.
Prophecy revives the spells outside
Worlds in code of metaphysical status,
Stand resolute where sand dunes subside,
To unleash the powers of dark recesses.
Elliptical shrines lost in the track of our mind,
Defining age with the archetypal grains,
Dunes of Guadalupe covered in layers of sand,
Timeless images enslaved on silent plains.
Where symbolism of the ancient world
Meet beauty and harmony of the new age
Subliminal entities, interpretation of the soul
Incarnation carved out of limestone decrease image.
Healing your mind and soul requires personal distance
from a world that does not provide a nutrient of peace
Sit quietly by the waterfall and entrench yourself in it
take the journey of self, allow your thoughts to blossom
beneath God's parapet, lies the resurgence of still life
Healing your body is an aftermath of wholesome assembly
drink from the waters of obsolete and be that empty vessel
that holds space with everything and everyone, ...
Do not move nor speak, just breathe and be immortal
inside this magic hour you will find, the breath of life
Extinguish the embers of your burning fire, take time
to sift through your feelings, allow them to take flight
Permit the dusk to settle and allow the dawn to rise
for they were both created for tomorrows afterglow
heal your mind, soul & body, remain in the flow..
Spark a warm fire in surge of spring,
Prize deep feelings that break new grounds;
Reap touch that sires wonder time brings,
Ink words that sing of wisdom found;
Nature prompts fest through ups and downs,
Give to each fool a teasing wit.
Entrench fine zest to play the clown,
Laughter feeds cool sheer easy bits;
Observe the way hope channels peace,
Quest for the best with eager heart;
Urge love to stay with profound ease,
Expect odd jest to tamper start;
Now frames true flow of gain and chance,
Charm greets wise show in sexy dance;
Enact grand glow in steady prance.
Leon Enriquez
25 February 2018
Singapore
Jigsaw puzzle patchwork:
Verses that I love —
Bound by a stern code;
Quotable quotes saved:
In mellow memory —
A quilt of earthly scents;
Rhyme and time and chime:
Flavours of seasons past —
Chronicles of tales unfurl;
Espresso moments divine:
Double, triple, many servings —
Coffee and caffeine conversations;
Rise and shine and style:
Smiles to match fond grace —
Gratitude prompts attitude;
If only I can see easy:
The true me beyond fancy —
Lift canopy above my soul;
Heart and mind attest thus:
What body holds sacred —
A certain immortality;
Knowing what I know then:
Now makes knowing nothing real —
Empty this vacuum now;
Yet more and more floods to fill:
A certain empty feel —
Feels even more than more;
Paradox of a human:
Being in conflict with contrast mad —
Crazy beyond wordy description;
So much About Me is at least:
That I do not yet know more —
Perhaps that works the best;
For in my end I see:
My starting point entrench —
Knowing nothing at best;
So my journey journal jest:
Writes of many cites bite —
Rites of unfinished business;
Dying to live thus:
I die as flesh must die —
Fly into the timeless sigh...
Leon Enriquez
06 February 2018
Singapore
Ten long years in jail for petty theft at a bus stop,
While leaders steal in billions with a wrist-slap.
A man wore the hangman’s noose for armed robbery,
Yet a governor earned honours for a pen robbery.
Citizens bled by taxes to please Bretton Woods,
Loans secured not for growth but to fatten pockets.
When the people protest, police scatter them with contempt,
And soldiers fire bullets to silence their voices.
Black ink scrawls draconian laws on tyrant’s tables,
Threats and punishments stitched to entrench their power.
But such laws befriend only ephemerality,
Before the masses seize the reins of their rulers’ reign.
Mass anger drove Rajapaksa out of Sri Lanka,
Gen Z rose in Nepal against a media ban.
Burkina Faso’s streets toppled Compaoré,
And Egypt’s squares forced Mubarak to resign.
The people’s voice will always drown draconian laws;
Chains that glitter at first soon corrode into rust.
The rulers may feast while the nation starves in silence,
But shackles will break—the storm leaves none untouched.