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School days indeed such memories they are
Some stayed close to home, whilst some travelled afar
But where of my first love, where did she go
Our first dance together when I was her Beau
The lovely Olivia, long brown hair, petite
Will she be at the reunion, will we again meet
I still remember the day into the distance she went
To University,beyond, I still sense her perfumed scent
Butterflies, trepidation, after all these years
The evening is soon upon me, I'm nervous for tonight's fears
What if she is there, will she remember her first Beau
I'll only ever know, to the local hotel I now go
I take a familiar path, we walked it so many times
Retracing past moments with her, our footsteps so in rhyme
Through the doors I go, so many faces from my past I see
I don't see Olivia, but so many say hello to me
I have never forgotten your eyes, blue as the sea
Through the crowds I could see you staring at me
Could be after so many years so far away?
That a candle still flickers in our dark destiny?
You reached closer to me, amongst many friends
I wondered how it felt to be touched once again by your hands
Allured by each others silence under an ocean of stars
In the same spot where the prom boy once asked me to dance
These thoughts will follow
whenever the soldiers go...
to be with them into the battlefield,
reciting the shortest prayer
to protect them as a shield
in moments of uncertainty and fear!
A heart penetrated by sorrow
shares their belief deeply,
there will be many anxieties
appearing on their undistracted
and unyielding faces sunk in darkness,
so that they must never relent or show
weakness when their lives are threatened
and troubled by the unmerciful enemy!
This mind pervaded by horror and grief
struggles with the thought of death,
why must one give one's precious life
and free those oppressed by tyrants?
And would this life be enough to relieve
the direful desperation of horrific visions,
simply by knowing that there's someone
out there willing to join them in their fight...
despite the horrible pounding in their chest:
whenever the soldiers go to achieve their quest?
Walking around a
Mythical town
That doesn’t exist
Looking for what
I would never find
I trod those same streets
That I had been down
In my dreams before
The sky barren
Except for the sound
Of the exodus
Of wings
Hovering over people
All moving away
The backs of their heads
The only thing visible
As they marched off
Into the dark
With faces and eyes
Mortgaged….
To pay for all the things
that they would never do
In debt to one last promise
they will never keep
The terms of their indecision
written in the blood of repetition
The movement of the hawk
—another’s wind to blow
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
Singapore tryst
Old times bordering;
Restored trade regime
Old Chinatown alleys
Winding streets await;
Takeaway souvenirs
Buzzing bazaars
Colourful wares shout;
Attractions ply
Smith Street
Chinatown circuit;
Oriental stuff
Strange name
Telok Ayer Street?
Meaningful glimpses
This Chinese temple
Tourists assemble;
Photo snapshots
Old men playing
Chinese chess;
Stone table forum
Street vendors
Crafts and wares;
Brisk commotion
Somnolent sunset
After light drizzle;
Swamp of human faces
Lost in the crowd
Two tiny specks
Seeking ***** bargains
Tucked in a corner
This awkward shoppe;
Viagra and company
Loud music blasts
Accompany footsteps;
Curiosity in-transit
Sea of faces
Mini United Nations;
Cosmopolitan nuances
Old shop houses
Clusters of modern comforts;
Brisk eateries
Chinese medical tonics
Healthy equilibrium;
Discerning aphrodisiacs
Feel the pulse
Crowd en passant;
Curious eyes feast
Bumpy movement
Feet gravitate;
Looking and searching
So much to see
Discover again;
That long-lost find!
Leon Enriquez
15 Apr 2014
Singapore
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Clutching at my dampened sheet,
staring up at alabaster,
I hear voices from the street,
I see faces in the plaster
Oscillating fans repeat
phrases set to fast or faster
My TV transmits discreet
messages through one newscaster
As I do the wash again,
I can faintly hear a choir
singing in the final spin
One word cycles from the dryer
Taking note at breakfast when
eggs act as a clarifier
for the face of Christ therein,
I consume my edifier!
I'm aware I recognize
traits that I, myself, have got
- noises, noses, voices, eyes -
whether they are there or not
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'Twas the night before Christmas and I still needed to buy gifts,
work was almost over, as I waited for the change of shifts.
I decided to take a drive over to Tiffany’s, where a girl can dream,
and admire the fancy diamond rings that sparkle and gleam.
I arrived at the store, it was a crowded and busy night.
I soon spotted my dream ring, oh, what a beautiful sight!
I asked if I could try it on my right-hand ring finger.
It was spectacular, and I left it on a moment to linger.
Suddenly, the store lights went out and it was all black,
and then I heard screaming and knew it was a heist attack.
Men with head lights and socks over their faces soon appeared.
I quickly escaped and ran out of the store, frightened and scared.
I called 911 as I flagged down a policeman down the street.
I was so out of breath and overwhelmed I could barely speak.
After reporting to the officer, I ran to my car and started to drive,
I arrived home and let out a sigh, so happy I made it out alive.
I sat on the couch trying to relax, looked down and saw the ring.
Oh my god, it was the expensive tiffany ring with all the bling!
I started to panic, it was not my intent to have stolen it from the store.
I was petrified I would be arrested and ruin my reputation or more.
I called the police to report I accidentally still had Tiffany’s store ring.
I explained that it was not my intent to steal any fancy store bling.
He said, "Tiffany’s manager was so grateful that someone quickly called,
the police were able to quickly intervene, and the jewelry heist was stalled."
The next day I drove over to the store, and felt so upset, I started to cry,
the manager gave me a hug, and said, "no worries ", as I let out a sigh.
He said," we have decided to give you a heroic gift for saving our store,
and said you can keep your beautiful ring as we owe you so much more!"
I decided to buy my family gift cards for Christmas this year,
and wanted a break from the stores as I was still reeling with fear.
I went to my Family’s Christmas party and as I entered through the door,
I heard gasps as they all ran over to see my new sparkling gift I adore!
Like autumn leaves the colors of my life have changed
From mountains to hills of green a new but old state i have move to again
Strange is the surroundings now similar are the horizons
What I thought would be easy has become hard
The quest for living not so intermediate; life on this coast seems so hard
Ponder if i will ever be better off but with faith and pray i believe i should be
Seeing old faces and having re connections have made the time here pass easier
Skies are only grey for a time the sun of my happiness shall shine bright again
God calls out this is the path i just need to listen and be patient for this time alone.
As a child growing up in the city, it was always hard to see
How Santa could somehow manage to get in to our place;
Mama told us that Santa was magic and we needed to agree
That he could wiggle through any space, and always with such glee,
But, if we didn’t believe, Santa would not come and presents he would not leave.
That’s why, when I had my own children, I told them the same story;
And when we moved to our house, Santa would come down our chimney,
as quiet as a mouse;
Christmas time was always a thrilling affair; Stockings always hung by the chimney with flair,
Cookies and milk for Santa left with extreme care.
Christmas morning the kids would awake, eager to see what Santa had left in his wake;
faces all aglow and filled with excitement and bliss;
Secure in the knowledge that they had been on the good children’s list
Santa left presents strewn from chimney to tree, stockings filled to the brink;
They opened their presents with not even a blink. Squeals of delight from then until noon,
With grins on their faces as bright as the moon. Their joy and excitement was all I require,
I quietly watched them as I sat by the fire. My heart filled with love for these
Beautiful angels that were my gift from the heavens above.
The campfire reaches
Lighting the night
Rolling the logs
Red embers take flight
Sharing our memories
Eating nuts for snacks
Spitting shells in the fire
The fire spitting them back
We laugh at jokes
And sarcastic remarks
Smoke waters our eyes
We run from the sparks
The conversation lags
As the evening tires
We all kick back
Put more wood on the fire
Center of attention
Entertaining as well
We become entranced
Succumb to it's spell
Unrecognized faces
On the bark as it burns
Enchantment transcends
All lack of concern
The warmth lives inside
As we slowly turn in
Our friend the fire
Has cleansed us again
by Daniel Turner
I’m so nervous, it’s that time again
Gotta get ready, go out there and shine, shine, shine!
And I don’t have much say over WHAT I’ll look like,
The most I can do is drop a bead here or there
Speaking of beads, here they come, boxes full of them
You just know, they’ll over do again this year!
It’s ok for me; I’m an old fashioned tree
But some of the balls and ornaments are heavy!
OUCH, watch those hooks, please!
I really shouldn’t complain, all I really must do is stand still
But then, there are the lights!
And as much as I like getting LIT at holiday time,
I pay for it, believe me, droopy boughs, dropped needles,
Especially if I don’t drink enough water!
But, not to get too sappy, it’s all worth it in the end
All the apprehension melts away when I see their faces
So on we go, let’s do it, let’s make new memories,
I am ready for my star!
Let’s give‘em a Christmas, they’ll never forget