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in the screen door
a small hole
corruption forms its disorderly queue
black fuzzy questions marks
walk on segmented legs
spindly limbs pry into disrepair
lay slick eggs in dabs of dirt and dross
incursions creep unnoticed
until what was clean is mixed
with the dead and decaying
some rot easily scoured
yet as time swings its metronome
small bodies are secretly grown
from the ceiling
darkly smudged miniscule things
hang
dangle
and spew
nothing gross yet to the eye
a festering unseen
miniscule excavations
where
grubby nests
will soon wiggle forth
and teem.
Street alley stalls
Tourist bazaar fare;
Souvenirs to go
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Seasonal fruit
A yearly dessert;
Duku escapade
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Old colonial shophouse
Freehold property;
Modern facelift
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Business cycles dash
Yesterday's bubble tea;
Today's cafe glitz
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Shopping arcade
Organized pandemonium;
Electronic extravaganza
~~~~~~~~~
Bread and toast
Shopping mall happenings;
Cafe pondering
~~~~~~~~~
Old haunts call
Flavours and tints;
Urban oasis
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Congested roads
Peak hour traffic;
Air-con consolation
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Morning kungu-fu dancers
Graceful as swans;
Dreamtime exhibits
~~~~~~~~~
Busy feet carve
Grassy footpath;
Shortcut route across
~~~~~~~~~
Urban renewal
Unstoppable excavations;
Traffic clutter shows
~~~~~~~~~
October heat wave
Haze for added flavour;
Smoky suffocation
~~~~~~~~~
River boat ride
Clarke Quay encounter;
Delighted tourists
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Leon Enriquez
27 October 2014
Singapore
Of the JOURNAL I hold in hand,
pages flutter with the breeze...
for I'm lost in its words, I'm lost to the distant seas.
O voyager who scribed the tale,
whom did you meet and what did you see?
What whimsical for a land must it be...
for me to get lost in its scenery?
Excavations of the EMPIRE and tunnels running deep,
the legends of the past and the ancient tree!
Oh, you met the Bards? what did you hear?
Songs of the glorious past, and forgotten love for tears...
O BARD of the distant past, I ask thee...
the stories you tell and the tales you sing,
are those truths or just mere fantasy?
"Truths, sire," they speak "most of 'em. "
Wanderers in a wanderer's tale, I see.
O voyager, there's not much left of it
the pages still flutter under the breeze.
Tell me more, for I'm not near appeased.
A lost tribe in mid forest, you say?
what'd they eat, and how'd the children play?
long harpoons for hunt and the eldest did the slay.
ELDEST gets the first meat, hierarchy, you see.
Holding the people strong, living atop the largest tree!
And what more did you see? What stories could you tell,
Ah, when did the BARD leave?
the last page fluttered, I'm still lost.
How did your voyage end...
Do you think we'll meet again, O sightseer of the tale?
Excavations expose stunning skulls of history,
Where-around emblazoned scripts cultures and creatures;
Minds of human beings and their mass mystery,
The whole lot that surrounds them with all true features...
Be it Rosetta stone or Ashurbanipal's,
Troy or king Tut's tomb; Machu Picchu or Pompeii;
Be Akrotiri Tehra or the Dead Sea Scrolls,
Olduvai Gorge, or structures stunningly cozy...
I have been wondering at unearthing premiere,
Of the terracotta army of China's first king,
Unearthed by the farmers on a mystical sphere,
Where they witnessed the painstakingly created wing...
The clay warriors with chariots and horses,
Acrobats, musicians, artisans, and craftsmen;
Buried as the emperor's crisis armed forces,
Defend him in his afterlife from every pain...
Are these artifacts blended with enormous love,
Of the citizens to their beloved king great?
Or a branch of paraphernalia does state shove,
To preserve the power of the king and elate…?
Excavations, within, are essential as well,
To ascertain every strength and frailty hidden;
To learn lessons from failures and past flaws to quell,
Every darkness dwelling in the realm, forbidden...
Let's dig! Deep! Not content with the periphery!
Expose the minds! Hearts! Bring out the innermost soul!
Hair split the history's marvelous mystery!
Test the artistry, sandstone, proficiency whole!
Think of the human hands that create every art,
Cumulating courage; working relentlessly;
Hungry, thirsty, empty-handed, love-filled at heart;
Partaking in the endless plan of God restlessly...
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Holiday season
Shopping spree;
Downtown bazaar
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Easy atmosphere
All sorts of stuff;
Bargains galore
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Table stalls cluster
Mini display items;
Souvenir trinkets
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Crowded commotion
Zesty curiosity;
Sellers and buyers
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Tucked in a corner
Custom-made brooches;
Artistic flair revealed
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Flea market bazaar
Noisy excavations;
Happy discoveries
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Vendors preside
Over special goods;
Come buy, come buy
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Business pulse shows
Some transacting briskly;
Others just waiting
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Weekend bazaar
Cash and carry ventures;
Curious smiles escalate
~~~~~~~~~
Buzz of discovery
Pretty and cute things;
Happy exchange
~~~~~~~~~
Voices float and fill
Seekers finding wares;
Easy breezy bargains
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Leon Enriquez
29 November 2014
Singapore
Feel the year-end mood
Rainy punctuation,
Wetness all around
Touch of strange passion
Words stretch away,
New permutations
Here the watcher
Stretches out waiting,
Touch of wonder
Feel the pulse
Of mental images,
Poise of new voices
I wait to know
Some surge of feelings,
Blend of new rhymes
When rhymes fail
To rhyme in time,
Awkward lines distort
Discard the fullness,
Be as empty,
Ready to be full
Words act defiant
Accessory to murder,
Creative impulse dies
Yet words make
A measure that fits,
Ordinary excavations
Be unafraid then
When muse is absent,
Time for meanderings
Poetry is best written
Fresh as a peach,
Eaten for pleasure
Verse or no verse
Distant echoes call,
Stanzas feed compact
No need to ask
Why this ash and dust,
Let the fire burn
If you must know
Death's at the door,
Dye or die anon
Do not go beyond
That unknown sea,
For life calls to you
Christmas here
Tropical promontory,
Crumbling facades
Soon this old year
Must die to resurrect,
Phoenix reborn again
Only three more days
Till a new year
Arrives at the doorstep
Soul journeys feed
Wonder and wander,
Return to sender
Leon Enriquez
28 December 2014
Singapore
Bus stop sensations
Where's the bus?
Tardy connection
~~~~~~~~~
Old contact hearsay
Not much to say;
Silent confrontation
~~~~~~~~~
Frangipani sunrise
Pink, yellow, white --
Magical moments
~~~~~~~~~
Smoky stray wind
Grim echoes;
Stale air descends
~~~~~~~~~
Shoppes in decline
Ancient wares loiter;
No takers
~~~~~~~~~
Evening settles
Noisy commotions fade;
Mahjong excavations!
~~~~~~~~~
By this old quay
Modern face lifts greet;
New watering hole
~~~~~~~~~
New dreams stacked
On old faded sites;
Cool revolution
~~~~~~~~~
Play school toddlers
Exchange play things;
Rude awakenings
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
17 October 2014
Singapore
Dawn unfurls
Heat in new light;
Earth awakes
~~~~~~~~~
Poignant sanctuary
Whisper of healing;
Wisdom abides
~~~~~~~~~
Laughter thrills
Zesty humour loiters;
A brand new page
~~~~~~~~~
Buoyant fragrance
Floral metaphors;
Bougainvilleas
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Frangipanni interlude
Red and yellow flowers;
Morning salutation
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Windy highway
Picturesque rainbow arch;
Sunny drizzle dance
~~~~~~~~~
Man to woman
Waltz to love;
Fragrant possibilities
~~~~~~~~~
New Year's Eve
Party animals;
Whiskey and wine
~~~~~~~~~
Study portraits
Charming collage;
Windy harvest
~~~~~~~~~
Autumn rains
Cold and wet dawn;
Inside looking out
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Crisp crackers
Snacking delight;
Odd appetiser
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By the wayside
Humble grass florals;
Beauty wears well
~~~~~~~~~
Coffee shop chatter
Random musings;
Amusing metaphors
~~~~~~~~~
Lovers at dusk
Drifting with romance;
Soon reality morphs
~~~~~~~~~
Words unleash
Haiku maze collage;
Practice prompts tact
~~~~~~~~~
Write cites
Writer's craft;
Amusing musings dash
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Exquisite feelings
Murmurings float;
Romantique excavations
~~~~~~~~~
By the way
Have a nice day;
Dream catcher rainbow
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
12 January 2017
Singapore
Reflecting on Stonehenge
Ancient mysteries
Neolithic man left behind
Their enlightened thought suggests
heaven and earth are twin powers
harnessed through astronomy
Standing stones silent witness.
Sunrise, sunset, and solstice
Natural chronometer
heaven's perpetual pulse
Celebrations long since dead
Echoes muted
Excavations ongoing
hypothesis abounding.
Abiding mystery
What drove this undertaking?
How was knowledge obtained?
Science of astronomy
was remote truth for ancients
Removed from Sailsbury Plain
other henges' ~ Question why?
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Radio blasting
Loud music screams;
Intruding words
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Mental movie
Visualisation techniques;
Attract good stuff
~~~~~~~~~
Cellphone outlet
Mobile accessories;
Too much distractions
~~~~~~~~~
Secular world view
Greedy appetites ground;
Competition chokes
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Lunch banquet
Feast for the senses;
Frugality absent
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Temple visit
Ancestors await;
Family reunion
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Church Sunday service
Sermon on the Mount;
Wise Jesus echoes
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Late night rendezvous
Lakeside stroll;
Ghosts figures flirt
~~~~~~~~~
Downtown trip
Shopping excavations;
Designer goods in tow
~~~~~~~~~
Here we sit
Two old lovers;
Tea and chocolate cake
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Book of wisdom
Wise message tutors;
Private conversations
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Leon Enriquez
11 June 2015
Singapore