Long Expound Poems
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COMMON Thoughts the Father Witness
I'm like you created in the image of Him;
Him whom is the image of Father God;
Where you been,are you my twin;
It's rather odd, we both heed the call;
Right;
Write;
Though farther we are;
United the call;
In common we're all God's little children;
No drama never at odds I one of brethren;
Likeness uncanny thoughts jointly scattered yet eclectic;
Spirit and soul one day soon will leave our body resurrected;
Right;
Write;
Though farther we are;
United the call;
Filled with some eclectic visions words collective
I'm like you created in the image of Him
Spirit and soul one day soon will leave our body resurrected;
Rally forth those word placing them in glory's collective hymn;
Him whom is the image of Father God;
Lo! we listening to the still small voice;
We use our freedom choice by far;
To expound on His truths we stay on course;
Not our words but His
Not our views but His
Use me Lord spread your words through me unto the world
Help me be the the light that doesn't flickers but shows
Trying to feel characters and each word as we write
Not our words but His
Not our views but His
Right;
Write;
Though farther we are;
United the we received the common call;
Right, write those words given from Him;
Share in common His truths and wisdom;
4/29/18
Keyword(s). Examples: Poetic art, Words, Shared beliefs
What Do We Have in Common contest
Just me and mine shadow doth blog
passivity, the path of least resistance oh my dog,
an emphatic YES,
a legitimately valid reason and rhyme to flog
yours truly (figurative emasculation),
thee catchword to hog
immediate attention,
see above named poem title
the best idea to expound upon,
while attempting creative juices to jog
all mein kampf, I felt like a bump on a log
please... don't be hesitant
to identify me as a nog
one aging long haired pencil neck geek
never reached maturity forever a pollywog.
More clearly, plainly and succinctly
one sniveling poor excuse for masculinity,
I continually experience
unrepentant (unforgivable) humility,
hence lame justification
Matthew Scott sought adultery,
which unwise choice attempted
(pun intended) to fill a void
sexual propensity linkedin with precepts
attributed to Sigmund Freud,
though skepticism skirts
barenaked lady hardcore psychoanalysis
downplayed or Oedipus complex
shrugged off (heavier imposition
versus Atlas) fails to bridge any mettle alloyed
within me psyche.
Absent healthy teenage
dating experiences, think tryst
I yearned, trended then
regretted handy dandy wrist
took rat tick antics subsequently,
and compromised spawning prurient dalliances,
hence understandably missed
(until death do me part)
doting upon then young daughters,
rightfully thee eldest one
(born 12/22/1996) still pissed
at primal, gonadal, and brutal predilections
now... finding very little reason to exist
matter of fact I dreamt
(earlier today June twenty seventh
two thousand and twenty), the gist
regarding harming self
Play fits thought grand with cheer that puns,
Live lasting light that comes to show;
Ask poise to friend that flair for fun,
Ink words put right to cast deep flow;
Note joy that comes to grace this space.
Make pulse reveal a faithful tact,
Expound bold sums in times you trace;
Trust taste to fill each profound act,
Apt passage deep tells of kind fate;
Pick message mood that never lies,
Hurts die with sleep that's never late;
Obtain more good in pain that cries,
Rise to the day where love abides,
Surround your way with grace that strides.
Leon Enriquez
13 November 2015
Singapore
The spring anthem doth now sound
Helpless eggs lie all around
Encased larva still tightly bound
Brooding mothers redound
Ingenious caretakers cover nest and mound
Ravenous predators scour tree and ground
Doting Queens have nests tightly wound
Succoring honey begins to compound
Aging pupa entombed all around
Nubile creatures more nutrition impound
Docile minions escape their waxy mound
Tracking nectar wherever flowers abound
Hovering matrons incubate above ground
Enervating heat the eggs must surround
Brimming yoke with new features expound
Emerging embryo can now be found
Emboldened chick with beak doth pound
Suddenly from cracked shell does new life resound.
Form:
I am known to talk in my sleep
Instead of counting little sheep
I giggle and I laugh out loud
You’d think that I was in a crowd
The laughing might jolt me awake
I need my sleep, for heaven’s sake
But I expound on some grammar rule
And yell at students in some school
Last night I laughed so hard I ached
Got told off by my grumpy mate
From the bedroom I was banished
My hope of getting Zsss just vanished
Can’t help it if I talk at night
Much like I do during daylight
I guess the poor guy needs a break
To alleviate his poor headache
I wonder sometimes what I say
Do I give some secret away?
What if I moan someone’s name?
Asking him to be wild not tame?
Oh dear, oh dear, I need to find
Someway to close this mouth of mine
Or else my laughter will turn to tears
And I’ll be alone through coming years!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Writing the words
I welcome the day
Writing the words
with new things to say
Writing the words
my heart like a sponge
Writing the words
all silence expunged
Every new sound
alive in the air
Every new phrase
unspoken to share
Every last vowel
irreverent of time
Every last breath
gives voice to the mime
Pen in my hand
the journey begins
Pen in my hand
through virtue and sin
Pen in my hand
the Muses surround
Pen in my hand
their voices expound
Dreams of my father
dreams of my son
Dreams hold me captive
dreams rebegun
Dreams in the mirror
dreams that relay
Dreams bringing freedom
dreams — dare I pray
***
Narrative Musings
Poetry
can’t scare me
But then
there’s the prose
Freewheeling
unstructured
I’m lost
in its throes
The words
in my capture
As verse
I sustain
But narrative
musings
I fight
— to proclaim
***
In The Instant
Always the next
poem
always the next
verse
That already
written
retreats
to disperse
What comes
as a presence
stays fresh
to surmise
And freed
in this instant
each word
— more alive
(The New Room: May, 2026)
Love sculpts your face with mystic script,
Intent frames poise as finesse stays;
Voice follows grace as feelings grip,
Express your choice in factual play.
Sense a sure wave with glimpse of light,
Explore the mood that comes to you;
Calm makes you brave to see true sights,
Reach for the good that now falls due;
Expound the best that you can be,
Touch a kind surge in journey grand.
See to the quest that sets you free,
Observe fond urge that reaps fine trends;
Use frames the call to be one whole,
Live through life's gall to find your soul.
Leon Enriquez
03 July 2015
Singapore
When the bloom departs the rose
And faded petals reign
What then, the shape of beauty
What is there to remain
When the wounds of life’s assault
Surrender scars account
What then, the shape of beauty
What image to surmount
Who then, must expound the key
To render figure fair
Can we not see past the thorns
To inner grace laid bare
I've given thought to "What if Rubik's cube was round?"
My answer might be considered to be somewhat profound
Initially, my reaction was, "If it ain't broke don't try to fix it,"
but that would be a lame deduction, so I decided to nix it.
Nearly fifty years ago, Erno Rubik created his colored cube
Some people have tried to solve it by watching You tube
but that defeats the purpose of the puzzle being a task
So, would it be any easier if it were round, you now ask?
My imagination zeroed in on the concept of that thought
without a solution to my query, my mind was left wrought
It was a point to ponder and trivial, to say the least...
A spherical Rubik's cube made my brows furrow and crease.
If dropped it would roll away to hide beneath the couch
That's fine since trying to solve the thing makes me a grouch
The name would have to be changed from cube to 'ball.'
It'd make no sense to call a circle a cube; no sense at all.
In fact, it would be an oxymoron; a contradiction to explain
Ridiculous, since the braintease was driving me insane
It would be harder to hold, and since a circle has no sides
There'd be no possible solution and no instruction guides.
I gave up on the idea of making Rubik's Cube in the round
My brain refused to exercise any more ingenuity to expound
On the notion, I'd already spent too much time transfixed
I trashed the suggested shape change, and left it deep-sixed.
1/7/2021
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Disparage not our hearts-- they are God-loved, God-found
This will get mystical -- allow me to propound
Just think-- wherever we pray can be holy ground
Contemplation of His Love always will astound
The Divine Physician can heal us -- He's renowned
Reach for the "hem of Christ's garment" (Mercy profound)
Pull the "thread," don't let go, till there's enough unwound
If too sad to sing His praise, let this poem surround
"Caress the broken heart with threads of muted sound"
Keep it snug and protect it, weave the threads around
For times of desolation, when despairs abound
And the upbeat, carefree feelings seem to have downed
But Mary, Star of the Sea won't let Hope be drowned
This Holy Queen's eyes of mercy see when we're aground
Her Garment of Grace makes us royal kids (uncrowned)
The choice of scapular is not meant to confound
It matters not as much which color she has gowned
Nor is it restricted to groups in a compound
Anyone can ask for her Virtues to redound
As her graces crowd out our sins, vices impound
Belonging to her heart, her Mercy Songs resound
Our Father, Hail Mary... our silent prayers unbound
We must persist when consolation is unfound
Read the quotes below, if you wish me to expound...
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Mark 5:28 "If I can just touch the hem of his garment, I will be healed.”
Romans 5:3-4: "...suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope..."
"Suffering for love nourishes love.
Let us not always wish to feel the sweetness of devotion to the Immaculata... It is not always time for sweet caresses, be they ever so holy. We also need the trials of dryness, abandonment, and the like. Let her fit the means of sanctification according to her will..."
(pg. 105, #4-5, in Aim Higher!: Spiritual and Marian Reflections of St. Maximilian Kolbe).
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August 9, 2023
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