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The relentless enemy, from a trench,
Wages psychological war.
Against the barrage, your teeth clench
As he fires shots you can't ignore.
You are not good enough; you must do more.
You are inadequate, for sure.
Better yet, don't get up from the floor.
You're bound to fail, simple and pure.
Your foe escalates with a hand grenade -
You are a pathetic case.
No one could ever want you, I'm afraid.
Stay home and hide your face.
Your brutal antagonist now drops a nuke,
And you freeze inside your core.
In this world, you are a freakish fluke.
There's no place for you no more.
Oh, the pernicious, insidious dread -
It's the voice from the trenches in your head.
Midnight rain
Wet window pane;
Crying bout
~~~~~~~~~
Watch words
Spill odd views;
Noise escalates
~~~~~~~~~
Evening meal
Fond delight;
Simple fare
~~~~~~~~~
Poetry soup
Flavours percolate;
Twisted rumblings
~~~~~~~~~
Weary world
Sleepy swirls;
Tasty twirls
~~~~~~~~~
Fish pond
Murky depths;
Stray thoughts linger
~~~~~~~~~
Moon beams
Misty skyline;
Midnight growl
~~~~~~~~~
Wet ones
Wipes clean;
Bad habits left
~~~~~~~~~
Diner empty
Weekend here;
Town painted red
~~~~~~~~~
Stillness
Coldness;
Emptiness
~~~~~~~~~
Surreal night
Dreamscapes;
Snoring music
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
13 November 2016
Singapore
"Escalating the Muse"
Written on the body
passive complacence
stretches sharp ink
etched pain in the soul
then real beauty
from the
Book of Truth,
a page moored
in transparent skin
;
Black,
tattooed ceremonially
on the tongue
speaks diaphonous
Freedom
Written on the body
stretches stories ripped
and tall, they are torn,
a small revolution
amongst the crowds of
alphabet coding
in a tight sealed tin
akin to a
Can of Campbell’s Soup
Escalates the
Muse
Written in the body
a work of art, beautiful,
pure and stubborn centred,
dirt muddied yet,
clean stripped,
balanced for the
Laymen betwixt
Papillon
folded Wings,
en stasis,
looks through the Chrysalis
towards the you in gilded story
the Higher requires analyses,
there She thinks,
writes the Muse
tattooed on the tongue
Words
projecting Muse to
Escalation
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
llb/gvlm
for my daughter,
Georgia
;
"LUX VITAE"
"Brûle-moi" / Jean-Louis Murat
https://youtu.be/M6l_sQQ8lS0
"Distractions" / Zero 7
https://youtu.be/6ng6IKp8uao
"What New York Couples Fight About" / Morcheeba
https://youtu.be/RUE0J2UvThM
"Golden Years" / Bowie
https://youtu.be/JUuRGRcY9O0
Battement de coeur dans
;
Battement de coeur vers l'extérieur
HEAVEN'S NATURE WITNESS OUR DREAM
Outstretched maternal skies
bleeding slowly as the sun smiles,
running golden rays
fugue flux flowed by,
frozen bear-shaped clouds
extend their arms to hug the beams.
Charmingly, the light meets
the earth with a tender embrace...
Escaped warmth escalates,
it raise the speed of roses blush,
dew caressing snake-grass dried in flash,
gold-and-black striped wasps kiss---
the red apples chin and oh how sweet
even the nestled mistrels began to sing!
Skirt-lair of violets and lilacs puff
luring scents, it populates the atmosphere.
Finger-tantalized tendrils of hair
stroke repeatedly the whistling wind,
gently I clap my hands:
an accompaniment to thumps and stomps
of the two children laughing, dancing 'round and 'round.
Beside me, I hear his heart, beats! Beats! B-e-a-t...!
Beating like a little butterfly fluttering greet,
he planted a silky kiss atop my head.
Under the windows of gigantic trees,
the heavens witness the fruits,
we long dream.
When Cupids arrow land
finally hitting the right hearts:
"Imperfect but perfectly matched"...
Love mimics the tone of evergreens,
the sadness throbs tearing twang
it will be readily forgotten,
unmindful of the questions: how and why...
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***FREE VERSE - other term "vers libre", a form that doesn't use or follow a specific consistent meter; a regular rhyme and a particular number of lines. It is based on normal pauses and natural rhythmical phrases as compared to the artificial constraints of normal poetry.
***I love this poetry form because it allows me to write artistically; pattern;incorporate;narrate and include a bit of everything about other poetry forms: rhymes, alliteration, personification, metaphor, prose, rhythm, sounds etc. I as well can limit two lines with its syllable count to achieve beat and intensity. I alone can limit my pen.
Lastly, it underlines POETRY FREEDOM and POETRY EXPRESSION not limited by rules.
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__Olive Eloisa D. Guillermo__
1:16 pm, December 16, 2015
Humid evening
Hot air and disease;
Flu bug on parade!
Old age looks forlorn
My neighbour sits alone;
Keeps own company
Day turns to night time
Cyber sensations;
Wind blown haikus
My mother died alone
Late June last year;
Still, I see her face
Two poodle-terriers
Snoopy and Bear;
Canine matrimony
My dead father
In my mirror glimpse;
Startling son-rise!
Traffic jam scenario
Car number 5000;
Sporty impatience!
Lotus posture here
Waiting on no-thing;
Something happens
Morning Glory flowers
Climbers on the fence;
Noisy children play
Fifty floors above
Skyscraper joggers;
Evening escalates
Stranger smiles
Crowded minimart queue;
Awkward silence cut
Waiting lift crowd
Together yet alone;
Stress and strain percolate
Remember
To remember;
Happy ever after
Words cannot
Even tell enough;
Non-fat skimmed milk
Work hard
Diet plan;
Manage self-image!
Our great old man
Frail as bamboo charcoal;
May peace abide
Bright legacy
Warm harmony;
Sepia continuity
Ink my name
On rice paper;
Rain dissolves all
Not much
Not even;
Not enough
Words on electrons
Cyber storage works;
Password protected
Leon Enriquez
21 Feb 2014
Singapore
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You enter confines of
love’s hideaway in
silence, yet oral
articulation overflows;
every need, want, and desire
vocalized within velveteen caresses.
Moistened murmurs echo
from secret grotto where
coquettish companions cavort.
Depth of soul kiss inspires
profound passion, surging
swells of sensuality, and
savory satisfaction.
Eagerness escalates and
enjoyment abounds in this
enticingly exquisite
entanglement.
All is confessed;
lips, mouth and tongue
communicate ever so skillfully.
There are times when words
are just better left
unspoken.
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By condo fence
Bird choir melody;
Song of July
Marriage banquet
Hosts in finery;
Guests and feast sparkle
Gratitude speaks
Spilling fond banter;
Bride and groom delight
Distant laughter
Prompts curious eyes;
Ears on the prowl
See moments crisp
Potato chips tasty;
TV sitcom drama
Evening comes around
Rare red sun horizon;
Daylight waving goodbye
Nonsense can talk
Crude noise intrudes;
Calm thoughts watch
Moment to commit
Territorial glimpses;
Takeover bid
Deep design motifs:
Extravagant ideas;
Simple illustration
Talk is cheap
Only execution matters;
DIY moments
News flash outcry:
Commercial plane shot down;
World mourns tragic murder
War decides death
Destruction forces pain;
Revolutions change nothing
Sad story
Death by fire bombs;
No one spared
Headline news
All over the world;
297 dead mid flight
Such inhumanity
No cause for concern;
Warring fractions impasse
Today's world awakes
Weapons of mass destruction;
In small hordes
Tension escalates
Man versus man;
No one wins
Sooner not later
Change intervenes;
New gremlin harvest
Morning coffee
Aroma of wakefulness;
Prelude to day's onslaught
Once upon a time
Spring held sweet ardour;
Today, old age ferments
Words speed along
Congestion impedes;
Word craft evolves
Leon Enriquez
28 July 2014
Singapore
Fruit smoothies
Peculiar notions;
Forget-me-not
~~~~~~~~~
Mimosa carpet
On the grass verge;
Violet orbs greet
~~~~~~~~~
Floral bouquet
A lover's gift;
Joy escalates
~~~~~~~~~
Odes and sonnets
Words in-sync;
What's the occasion?
~~~~~~~~~
Date with fate
Don't be late;
A full plate
~~~~~~~~~
April intervenes
Abrupt endings;
Motley stuff
~~~~~~~~~
Old lovers here
Vintage furniture;
Clumsy clutter
~~~~~~~~~
Those sad eyes
Staring at me;
Lost for words
~~~~~~~~~
Old sepia prints
Time mellows stains;
Ancient memories
~~~~~~~~~
Nightfall cicadas
Creepy cacophony;
Frogs croaking
~~~~~~~~~
Sums and tangents
Spreadsheet items;
Profit-and-Loss
~~~~~~~~~
Spring serenades
Cherry blossoms flaunt;
Mystic magic moments
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
30 April 2015
Singapore
Anxiety
A crippling force that feels like it’s squeezing around your entire body
Feeling inescapable
When it comes to fight, flight, or freeze
The choice is always to run
Unless you are already frozen
It takes every uneasy emotion and amplifies them until they become unbearable
It makes every thought, one of “I am embarrassing myself”
And “I am being judged right now”
And your breathing escalates
And there feels like no way to stop it
STOP
And just breathe
Take one, deep breath
Hold it
And let it out
It’s going to be okay
Those thoughts that are running through your mind at a million miles per hour
STOP
And grab those thoughts
Take control and ask yourself
Are those the thoughts I have about others?
Are people really as judgmental as I think?
Oftentimes we are our own worst enemy
Amplifying the small things until they become massive monsters looming over us
So instead of flight
Or freeze
Fight
Take control of your thoughts
Your breathing
Tell that monster
Today you do not control me
And it won’t always be that easy
But every time we choose to fight
We get a little bit stronger
And stronger
So next time you feel those feelings
Stop
And choose to fight
Intimidation
No justice, No peace
Written: by Miracle Man
4/20/2021
Since birth, each step, that man has taken,
has molded us into who we are today.
At times perhaps our world was shaken,
and we’ve looked to God to light the way.
Now, division among us propagates like cancer,
and an outcry for social justice has grown loud.
Prayer for our country is the viable answer,
then we can unite as one, each feeling proud.
But today, some focus on revenge and hate,
and this only escalates the problems at hand.
It’s long past time for this tendency to abate,
only God can forgive sin and heal our land. *
* 2 Chronicles 7:14
If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.