Long Esplanade Poems
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In Pennsylvania, there was snow
But back here in the city,
This Christmas isn’t white, but still,
The glowing sun looks pretty.
So we went out to take a walk
Along the dappled river,
The bracing air a pick-me-up
But not enough to shiver.
The pathway has been partly closed
For upgrades and repairing,
With April as the date to finish;
I have been despairing.
But suddenly, lo and behold!
One brand-new part’s completed
And to a lovely high-up
River stroll we’ve just been treated.
Though this is not my holiday,
It feels like I’ve been gifted
To have the esplanade returned,
My heart and mood uplifted.
I would rather read through you
Than read you and all yours,
Cos change is constant...
To be left outdated
Cum disguised facade;
Lonely at esplanade,
Dreaming to see the sea's depth
Yet never swim its warmth.
Reading you is theoretical:
In the midst of confusion,
Always trouble patience,
While trying to know thee...
It looks like a hopeless mirage,
Also like dream's entourage
To brighten a stary night
Off moon's flexile light.
Reading through you is pragmatic:
In the bliss of experienced push,
Always giving head to ease,
While studying growth...
No separate views to draw progress,
Back in time for possible redress
Or misery to vanish interest,
Let alone make pride and ego contest.
Reading you is just to know unjustly.
Seems cool, what curiosity displease!
Reading through you is keen to study keenly.
It's certainly won't be at ease.
Mind at its prime's risk.
Heart at its moment of unrest
Switch on to whisk
Brief dirt at its quest.
Promote reading to activate check
On every glowing soft look,
Wanting to make you a spec
Without reading through you like a book...
How will such manage through the worse?
When yet to know the worth of its terror,
Or accomplish a mission impossible cum curse,
When the best seemed enough an error.
Life will surely come with challenges,
Even when it's at its best.
Always be the tough sponges...
Whenever the road roughly oppressed.
Read not just to know,
But also to duly grow...
The need to discover,
Truth life is yet to uncover....
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Happy International Day for Book Lovers!
What you read most,
Is your mind's host.
Trailing your heart
On a daring art.
Loiter here
Linger there;
Going nowhere
Stormy weather
Merciless rain;
Drives people indoors
Waiting moves slowly
Grumbling is fast;
What's up doc?
Unfinished sloth
Idleness piles plenty;
Rude awakening
Passion
Tension;
Option
Too soon
Too late;
Too much
Memory makes
A jumbled odd picture;
More or less the same
Look beyond seeing
Still life moves;
Change dictates show
Show and tell
Your tale in time;
Dismiss mere gain
Rich and poor
Mix and mingle;
Charm elevates
Timeless ripples
Caused by many;
Different strokes apply
Count and recount
Blessings you send;
Learn to give double
Trouble finds trouble
Be truly aware;
Love hurts a lot
Tell a story
Sing a song;
Be a kind light
Timeless moments
Rapture delights;
Change intervenes
Esplanade fireworks
National Day Parade;
My country, my people
Here we are now
Years vanished quickly;
Ageing bones creak
Cash in the pocket
Waiting to unfurl;
Happy spending spree
Jewellery shoppe
Posh with diamonds;
Glitz of precious stuff
By the bay front
People in clusters;
Worry-free escapades
Leon Enriquez
09 July 2014
Singapore
I
With faces painted of edeala natural cream
With feet flourishing in undulating dance-steps
The proud dictates of the restive drums
Where the Ikolo performers are on the thrive
Each in readiness to out-pipe his neighbor –
The dancers come digging it out with the sun
With the hunters taking their spears to the sky!
Young Mbari dancers, robust, eager & joyous
Awaiting the life-panthers that must come home
After the drum-beats in the hunter’s forest –
’Tis like a gathering of spirits & humans
At the age-long esplanade of the clan, for lads
& lasses, fathers & mothers, young & old, all
Have come to the roost like a family of chickens.
Dancing in pairs, in circles & diverse angular
Movements, a genius of the earth: each dancer
Makes her to-&-fro design-gaits & flights
Like some nymphs in dream-land gardens
Their gaits are swift & in skillful harmony
Following the restive palms of the drummers!
Ah, old Emuka gets at it, the renowned piper
At his high zest, taking Mbari eagle-dancers
To the heights of lofty Iroko-dance-branches
An embodiment of every echo-throat’d piper!
& a dancer dances as if it were her last dance;
& ’tis a full sun-burnt commotion of a dance;
O, isn’t it an half-human, half-spirit dance?
RK: "smokey drifted through once like mountains sheered off like cotton candy colored clouds nipped at the purpose of the rootbound ridgeback dragons."
Lucifer: "They decant no, somber but ready for some gift of virtue, and where abundance and prosperity are so fulsome such a dream."
Aurora: "Likewise the sorely wrong believe themselves wronged as sure as the swallows that hum soft cadences for bees which splint the flower's pollen for spreading."
Kate: "I've held the oceanic waters so nimbly let pour the caught rhythms of deliquescent moored stalwarts."
Helel: "The fife has enruined the walkway so esplanade does explaining this cause arouse such pomp?"
PW1: *disavows that he is stronger now and progresses*
The forbidden one: *cooly saunters towards a more comfortable position in the shade*
Uraeal: "I ask they do, I move they aim for a moonshot, is not the billowing cloudshares like those enroute to pebbly shores?"
DR dragon: "Pervasive this shifting moon which changes like wire frames sent into the hues."
arophc varuag: "I fed the farms such broken dreams but here they so replete, and should I ask the moon to share, another captured strike to snare."
Zeus: "The gambling is all but done, but here we save the swollen stumps that brick-by-brick were truly wood but means not that to cooped up fools."
---End of act IV---
Bleak winter Melbourne morning,
a cold wind coming in
from across the Bay
and blowing down the street,
past the Esplanade Cafe
with the smell of coffee
and warm air spilling out
from an open door.
I stop, look at the cake
and pastry display through
the window, the basket
of freshly baked croissants,
Danish pastries topped with
strawberries and apricots
and glazed with syrup.
A cloud of steam
from the espresso machine
adds a touch of the surreal.
Anticipation moistens my mouth
on the sight of French vanilla
slices plump with custard
and cream, muffins erupting
from their papery patties,
Portuguese tarts, thick slices
of carrot cake topped
with icing. I savor each
with an imaginative bite
and decide my treat…
then groan. I've left my wallet
at home.
( for Deb M )
The last dance is over, the summer ball fades away
It's early morning as we walk along the esplanade
The love of my life in the most beautiful white gown
Hand in hand we whisper, kissing in love fuelled drown
We pause as we absorb the gentle rushing of the waves
Inner feelings of desire feed the thoughts we longingly crave
The moon above delights against a cobalt ebony sky
Whilst diamonds sparkle brightly captured in her eyes
Our home we finally reach knowing the dawn will soon be nigh
On entering our bedroom a most beautiful sight espies
Behind her back she holds the most delightful of red rose
Her back now bare to open showing porcelain skin exposed
She turns to me and looks, theirs an alluring in her eyes
Slowly I walk towards her on her shoulders my hands apply
To her nape I kiss, whispering sweet nothings in her ear
Another dance has started as our longing draws ever near
With gentle steps we take, to a spread of silken sheets
Her summer ball in fall, peachy skin my eyes now meet
Lacy lingerie of white attracts the man in me
Alone my love and I, two naked torso's touching free
Adventurous we become, caressing undulations each
Sighs interrupting kisses for the sweet spots that we seek
In my hand I take the Rose brushing the petals against her pert
Touching, we start to ignite, two in love now so alert
In sync our bodies bind amidst sheets on silken lie
Mirroring waves on the ocean our gyrations in loving reply
Inner warmth excites, our joyous release so beautifully free
We melt into each other, two souls asleep, appeased
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-16.php
The price we pay
For these countries of ours
Battlefield loss
Coffined towers
Daughters and sons
Gunned down
Patriotic souls
Perish, under Nature's sun
Terrorist war, i cant understand
To fight each other, my thoughts bland
Muslim, Sunni or Shiite Bro's
Severe grudge, Suicide blows
No faith, can comprehend
The sender of this degenerate send
Martyr's picked, soon forgotten
As the world denounces, faiths so rotten
West Bank, Basra, Baghdad too
Exhibits in this modern Zoo
Kill your neighbour, slay a friend
On the news, images send
Close to home these cowards strike
Maim and kill, their consience wiped
Off to where they are supposed to go
Forever land, where nothing flows
If faith exists on this magic land
Would what you see, be in its plan
To do what we do, and think it's best
All faiths would be, under arrest
If we are all under the one
So many wrongs have humans brung
For this Highlander to understand
Who is indeed, in charge of this land
Before you answer, please observe
To actually who, do humans serve
So many idols, are they human made
Whose do we walk, on earths esplanade
The answer is there for all to know
Open minds, allow the flow
It may not be, what you think it's been
It may be around you, everyday seen
Nature, nature in your might
Observe this planet, in your sight
Render wrongs, display whats true
Remind your tribes, what they should do
Way back then, explosion new
The cycle of me and you
If we don't understand what we are here for
Misfortunes of War & Beyond no More
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php
You don't see what I do
You don't see what I do,
Just b'coz you don't want to...
The vibrant beauty of mind esplanade,
Jubilance afloat in pleasant breeze,
Emotions pristine simmered in aubade,
You don't see what I do,
pretend to be a mannequin..
While heart beats in absolute rhyme,
radiate rosy blush to red cheeks,
When passion could nurture no mime,
You don't see what I do,
altruistic if you be, I doubt..
Muffled sound of cold heartbeats,
sluggish blood dragging in veins and
Frigid perpetual stare on face fleets,
Is what you have become,
Insensitive and fancy-free.
Written May 12, 2017
For "Fancy- free poetry contest" by Julia ward
You are in your blue period -
turquoise swimsuit, buoyant in azure.
Behind your shoulder,
Brighton West Pier,
A snap taken at an amateurish angle,
you’re diving sideways into the waves,
the gaily painted structure
tumbling after you.
A day later, the pier burnt down.
Charred wooden bones,
black skeletal pilings stumped naked.
Vaudeville, lyceum, taproom, and arcade
once rocked beneath bunting and banners
now only wrecked rafters,
broken fingers grasping still at yesterday.
A hint of flames behind your image,
an esplanade crumbling
scorched waves.
It's the blue that saves you –
Your wide open blue eyes
your goofy blue bathing cap.
The photo is blistering,
it was a close thing,
nobody yelled fire when I took it.
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The pier closed to the public in 1975 and fell into disrepair for decades,
However, on the 5th of February 2003 the historic U.K. Pier
was engulfed in flames.