Long Excavations Poems
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Dawn unfurls
Heat in new light;
Earth awakes
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Poignant sanctuary
Whisper of healing;
Wisdom abides
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Laughter thrills
Zesty humour loiters;
A brand new page
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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
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Man to woman
Waltz to love;
Fragrant possibilities
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New Year's Eve
Party animals;
Whiskey and wine
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Study portraits
Charming collage;
Windy harvest
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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
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Coffee shop chatter
Random musings;
Amusing metaphors
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Lovers at dusk
Drifting with romance;
Soon reality morphs
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Words unleash
Haiku maze collage;
Practice prompts tact
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Write cites
Writer's craft;
Amusing musings dash
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Exquisite feelings
Murmurings float;
Romantique excavations
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By the way
Have a nice day;
Dream catcher rainbow
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Leon Enriquez
12 January 2017
Singapore
I always seem
to end up here, shuffling
along the river, soul deep
in its waters. I wallow
for a while like an old,
crusty animal, trying
to rid myself
of the usual parasites.
These pests gasp
for air beneath its tides
and thick mud.
A soul must have a place
to go for the caked on grime
of life to be washed off.
It seems a law written
into the DNA of our psyche.
For some, sacramental ritual
once scrubbed them clean
but this has fallen
out of favour, hollowed out
by hierarchical abuse
and an absent God.
Others simply ask
for a voucher.
Nature has always offered
its sacred spaces to mend
troubled souls. Or there
are caves you can carve
into the mind where a still
resides and encloses
a healing peace. Other
excavations hold effigies
who promise the faithful
any number of offerings
to soothe the spirit.
In the end, you just need
a place where you can go,
somewhere within a breath,
or walking distance,
or a mystery only the soul
seems to know.
Radio blasting
Loud music screams;
Intruding words
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Mental movie
Visualisation techniques;
Attract good stuff
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Cellphone outlet
Mobile accessories;
Too much distractions
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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
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Downtown trip
Shopping excavations;
Designer goods in tow
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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
Bus stop sensations
Where's the bus?
Tardy connection
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Old contact hearsay
Not much to say;
Silent confrontation
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Frangipani sunrise
Pink, yellow, white --
Magical moments
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Smoky stray wind
Grim echoes;
Stale air descends
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Shoppes in decline
Ancient wares loiter;
No takers
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Evening settles
Noisy commotions fade;
Mahjong excavations!
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By this old quay
Modern face lifts greet;
New watering hole
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New dreams stacked
On old faded sites;
Cool revolution
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Play school toddlers
Exchange play things;
Rude awakenings
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Leon Enriquez
17 October 2014
Singapore
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
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Buzz of discovery
Pretty and cute things;
Happy exchange
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Voices float and fill
Seekers finding wares;
Easy breezy bargains
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Leon Enriquez
29 November 2014
Singapore
AND PASSING INTO HOLY SOULSFROM AGE TO AGE
SHE PRODUCES FRIENDS OF GOD
PROPHETS
WISDOM 7:27
IF YOU GO TO MILAN in northern Italy
You probably head first to the Duomo
The massive Gothic Cathedral in the center
After you tour it and walk amid the spires on its roof
You might sit on the piazza steps eating gelato with scores of others
Then you might descend to the subway, ready for another adventure
As you hurry through the hallway to catch a train
You’ll pass a locked door with a small window
If you look
You’ll see mounds of dirt and stones
But if you return to the church
You can visit that underground space by going down some steps in the back
Amid the excavations is an octagonal-darkness
Alone
Contemplate the font where St. Ambrose washed
St. Augustine in the living waters of baptism
Then you can return to the bustling
Brightness, centuries later
But still held in the e3mbrace of the same Wisdom they sought
Found
Lord, open my soul to your wisdom and truth
Readings and Gospel
Wisdom 7:22, 8:1 * Psalm 119:89-91, 130, 135, 175
Luke 17:20-25
Form:
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?
Late night visions
Blur excavations;
Past sleeping hours
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Words fail
Passage purged;
Discarded poem
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Wander here
Fence-sitting neighbour;
Loiter with desolation
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Feasting over
Festival ended;
Yet people dance around
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Cite a fine say
Read a good book;
Self-discovery awaits
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Curious scent
Perfume mists;
Fragrance in the air
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By this river
Goods and sure trade;
Tourists take boat rides
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Late night drama
TV movie moments;
World snores away
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Food diet plan
Weight loss program;
Add two kilos
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Strong sake brew
Alcohol inspires poem;
Unfinished business
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Boy of three
Says: Hello uncle!
Smiles fling approval
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Leon Enriquez
08 August 2014
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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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