Long Equatorial Poems
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Seasons greetings
Christmas rapture;
Business as usual
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Joy fills the air
Christmas moods attend;
Peace on earth
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Downtown lights
Street decorations greet;
Equatorial city spread
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Lion City carnival
Christmas textures call;
Shoppes welcome
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Weary world spins
Federal rate hike;
Business goes on
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Come dear saviour:
Let magic love heal
Our wounded hearts
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Human nature
Faulty and greedy;
Fears confronts conflict
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Troubling times tussle
Terror embraces folly;
Madly destructive
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Haiku glow
Dim sparkle;
Weary streaks here
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Leon Enriquez
21 December 2015
Singapore
They, the blind
Heavy laden with mystery of denial
Empty of eclectic views
Yearns for Island of blinding white light.
They hate the color black
Every woman's sexy black dress
Every man's spotless black tuxedo
Every child's mem'ry of a clean blackboard.
They hate the color black
Black American history, mighty as Montenegro
Bleach cannot blot out its strength.
They hate the color black
Face the Sun!
Hold a conversation on equatorial black
Black rain clouds cleansing, hydrating, renewing.
They hate the color black
Black, the night, showing starlight
Black ink on sheets of white
Black the beginning and end of life -
They hate the color black.
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City lights sparkle
Orchard Road highlights;
Secular Christmas
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Shoppers smile
Branded goods in tow;
Happiness galore
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Crowded corridors
Congested malls flooded;
Black Friday postures
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Time to attend
Mending broken hearts;
Gift of yourself
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Buying agendas
Long To-Do List;
Indulgence shouts
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Out in the crowd
Heart feels alone;
Things cannot fill
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Christmas adds extra
Stress and strain flaunt;
Discrete permutations
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Street corner vendors
Assorted wares tempt;
Come take me home
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Bags in tow
Train ride home;
Fruitful spree
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A familiar face
In the crowded mall;
Instant smiles tell
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Child bargaining
Parental objection;
Enough is enough
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Listen love calls
Can you hear music;
Hymns from faraway
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Equatorial Christmas mood
Sun, rain and humidity;
Take air-con cover
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Now face to face
Heart to heart;
Priceless giving
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Leon Enriquez
01 December 2014
Singapore
You are the river running through
unfathomable greens
glassy yellows
down in the core of the river
flicker lightness on top
You increase me…swell me…impregnate without word or deed
push me to the fore till my sail fills with your carbon
a deep blue undertow …rip tidian
only moderate and full…like a plate of food...of vegetables …of fruit…of corn
You are the dark brown peat from which I absorb minerals
vitamins … steel ...magnesium…sulfate
the pillow of my essence’s rest in your name …hurricane
You fall on me
Wash off delusion
And I am a small green thing …a fine rooted thing
Small leaves of me stretch for your chloroformian shadows
My roots dig deep
hear your drum beat in the equatorial regions of the flaming core
I bend around the rocks …look under ever beetle’s shimmering skin
in all things you can be found
Amorous and craving …a magma surface of tension and sun
in tree tops …dark places
in the dark alleys
You are the blue jay…the cardinal but also the raven
the oak knows you too well…the west wind too and swells up in my skirts…my cottons
my downy …my linen …my lead
you stand … your hands on your hips
look out over the possibilities
hungry for returns
I echo
Light housing across ….a sound burst
a wave in a vast universe of waves ..so many
too many waves
but you will hear me
Master of my heart
lover of my flesh and bone…my fat ..my thinness…my crispness…my luxury
You will hear …what no one else will ever know
and call it home
H ey girl you remind me of an angel
E mereld your eyes attract me always
A lthough never talked to you but I guess
V ery sweet your voice like chimes of a bell
E vening prayer's chanting from the temple
N ever could I touch your beautiful face
L et me touch its velvetness and caress
Y our angelic face hey my sweet angel.
Two eloping hearts evergreen like equatorial rainforests
entwined in the eternal escalator of love
leaving a trail of lovely lavender fragrance
her touchscreen face tempting him to touch
to caress carelessly and to bring about cascaded tapestry .
And he started caressing her face
Between her two brows his fingers stopped momentarily
Causing her to open her dreamy eyes questionably
Demanding more tip-toeing of his fingers downwards
Eventually his fingers stopped at the softness of her lips.
© kashinath karmakar (8th July 2011)
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Placement: 3rd; (July 2011)
Contest:Aye, Aye,and a Mistress
Sponsor:Debbie Guzzi
The colored pains are carved onto the back of my ancestors’ history.
My oppressors see my Africanness as a curse,
the rotten fruit of savagery, slavery, and the barbarity of colonization.
The blackness of my skin has made me a suspect since the cotton fields.
I am from the cradle of humanity.
I grew up in a colonial trading post.
My homeland never had factories that manufactured weapons of war,
yet I know how to handle a Kalashnikov like those child soldiers.
My first shock: an infant, cut to pieces and stuffed in a sack hanging from a palm tree.
After the colonial massacres, dead cities to soften the cruelty of a bloodthirsty dictatorship.
I share the same convictions as those independence fighters
that the general’s colonial army labeled as “rebels.”
I am neither a suburban kid nor a ghetto dweller.
I took my first steps in a shantytown of Equatorial Africa.
Some cross the Mediterranean toward the Western tyranny of misery,
while others choose the illicit path to shine in the gloomy cells of capitalism,
lit by the flashing lights of the “Republic of Enlightenment” slavers.
These Western impostors treat Africa like an open-air dump,
while their neo-colonial military bases protect the safety of multinational corporations
that have been savagely plundering Africa’s wealth for centuries.
They finance Islamic terrorist groups so that African dictators
can sing the globalist symphonies of Western democracy.
I am a Sub-Saharan animist like the first pharaohs.
I remember the massacre of the Amerindians
when I see African Americans filling the prisons of a nation born from genocide.
My holy land is Africa.
I will never submit to the negrophobic laws
of supremacists indoctrinated with the vile delusions of the Third Reich.
I remember Pope Nicholas V’s papal bull
when I see the Catholic Church meddling in the political affairs
of Africa’s banana republics.
Slave blood in my veins,
in my heart too much pain, only love, no hate.
My conscience has never been chained.
My criminal record remains spotless,
like the orifices of the Christ’s own mother.
born under the sea, an irresistible force
two bodies reluctantly embrace, shunting, shifting, tectonic drifting
alongside the southern Iapetus Ocean
equatorial deep-time child of Laurentia and Avalonia
journey northward, surfacing, submerging
surfing the waves again, a colder Hibernian dalliance
precariously perched on Eurasian plate
old bedrock confused, youthful erosion above the ancient order
darkness entombed around channelled winter light
early New Grange civilisation, the Boyne valley before the blood
river mouth vikings, raiding, assimilating
birth of the coming capital, eastern stronghold, Baile Atha Cliath
chain-mail Norman conquerors castle-building
appointing pious supplicants with sword, cloth, crook and cross
wholly unholy alliances unravel
rival hierarchies sharing ill-gotten earthly reward from overseas
saintliness, brutality, men and women
expanding Christendom, pagan kingdoms adjusting to defeat
Patrick, Brigid, Columba, Columbanus
Irish civilising roman catholic conduits, Dalriata to Lindisfarne
outreaching, a strand of Irish character
yet to encounter future revisionary metaphysical thought
protestant rebellion, mainland overspill
praying elites competing, preying on the island's god-fearing people
avian watchers on Skellig pinnacles
warm ocean currents well-up, catching the southwestern gale
enduring the ill-will of nature and man
supplanting, subjugating, saving souls, the power of might and fear
treachery within or well beyond the pale
fair and dark hair, ginger genetics existing on the edge of life
tossed thin people hanging on, many leaving
scraping blighted ground, returning to the sea, promise of the unknown
Look closer now:
In just a point --
All things abide
First aid kit
Small cut;
Blood ooze colours
Bad dream
Nightmare taunting;
Fear intervenes
Out of sync
With myself;
A flu bout mangles
Back home Wednesday
Nursing jet lag;
Sleepy adjustment
Home sweet home
Notice the aura;
Rest works best
Diary entries
Messy thought flow;
So much babbling
Souvenirs collected
Keepsakes to tuck away;
Memory milestones
Gifts for people
To keep in touch;
Sacred sanctuary
For a short while
A Chinese terrain;
Now equatorial blooms
Words and more
Cryptic collaboration;
Strange deluge
Be of good cheer
Laughter frames zest;
Despite the pain
Leon Enriquez
03 June 2014
Singapore
S - Sleep - the time for siesta -
L - lots of folks lie down at midday.
E - Extreme heat requires naps after
E - earth's equatorial high noon.
P - People in restful pursuit.
O - Of course, children have time-out
N - needing at least forty winks.
M - Meditating artists doze while
Y - Yoga practitioners slumber.
M - Motion ceases when the banker nods
I - in the lightest of reveries. Meantime
N - nudging my lethargic side, I
D - drop all labor and stop to snore.
~~~~~Check the last words in each line for a poem within the poem.~~~~~
"Siesta - midday after noon pursuit.
Time-out winks while slumber nods.
Meantime, I snore."
May 12, 2014
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