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~California Exodus~
No, I do not seek your agreement!
After living in California, I find a predicament.
It feels like I have a brain filled with acrid cement!
If you want to live sanely and quite well,
Super-Sanctuary states, like California, may
be your baby’s, very death knell.
Now, if you have tons of green cash,
California may be your state, we are loaded with
taxes,
And extremely high priced gas!
In San Francisco, your child can pass a grade now
At twenty one per cent? ( this has changed!)
All that I can mutter aloud, is holy cow,and a mind in a
state of cement!
We pay you to fly here, and kill an unborn child?
And will even reward you, if you steal up tp six hundred
dollars, folks here think, that is mild?
Our state’s insane government, has grown so wild!
Even our smaller cities, are filled with tents, people
sleeping on park benches and rambling homeless.
Only the weather is mild and has some common
sense.
This state is nearly broke
With incredible taxes, working long hours to support
the philosophy of the “woke”.
Drive through Berkeley, you get a contact high from
all manner of drog laden, smoke.
So many great Californians have left this state,
To live happily(where morality and loving the USA)
is not looked upon with spite and all manner of drug
filled-smoke at high rates.
I first came anxiously West,in ninety-hundred and fifty-
six!
Eloped in a snowstorm from Chicago,it was no easy picks.
It has transformed from heaven to earth here, into one
state that is mentally sick!
Note!
This is only my opinion, a poem is not factual.
These are my experiences, quite vividly actual!
I have written many poems that are positive
about California.
Just imagine with a clear sight:
A certain mint you picture right.
Just see with mind that show you how:
Form firms in kind right here and now.
Just visualise with picture thought:
Watch form arise in factual lot.
Just know the truth that what mind sees:
Firm poise shows proof in form set free.
Just look to choice to make things come:
Style then clear poise to frame and sum.
Just look within your mind spheres right:
From thoughts unseen new form thrills sight.
Just for today, seek your clear truth:
Create your play to form wise proof.
Leon Enriquez
19 July 2017
Singapore
“Keep yourselves in the love of God, looking for the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ unto eternal life." (Jude 1:21 of the King James Bible)
Lovers’ wedding midst virtual upheaval!!!
Confirmed fake news --- yet verily viral
surpassing its rival, truth that’s vital
though surely dismissed as vainly trivial
rumor is still sought for its grand arrival…
Thank God for love-propelled spiritual revival
through Scriptures’ assertion yon earthly survival.
Love-sick toward marital directive!!!
Great news of impact--- negative
from fatal infection, not positive
midst pink of health, surely affirmative
vanquishing fears, terribly obstructive…
Praise God; His compassionate grace is effective
Combatting sin-virus, grievously destructive.
Love’s bliss smites hatred-pain that’s traumatic!!!
Good news… awesome, but defied by skeptic
“Respect our perspective...” says a critic
Smiley greetings offend pessimistic
Oh, thumbs up signs cheer the optimistic…
Thank God for His love-poured blessings so fantastic
faith-claimed by every dogmatic or pragmatic.
Love life’s firmness starts from crush altitude!!!
Trending news lacking factual fortitude
Soon are media jokes midst fine rectitude
While miracle stories of gratitude
Stay flickering in silent solitude…
Praise God for His boundless mercy’s infinitude
Timeless for sharing love-care’s boundless magnitude.
(My attempt of Grook-series with five lines per stanza and two-line commentaries in bold.)
March 1, 2022
2nd place, "G - Give me a new poem- any form" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 3/25/2022.
It’s hard...
For the mind
To explain to the heart
That the very thing that makes it...
Beat in a fury of madness
Throb with untamed desire
Gush with a flow of life blood
Is, in essence, unfeeling....
Devoid of love.
The mind whispers gently, yet firmly
Bearing witness
Being factual
Clothing his words
With the rough texture of truth.
“Your precious love is being wasted.
Your idol is made of stone.
His love has died.
Bury him.
Move on.”
The heart covers her ears
Drowning the words...
With a primal scream
While it weeps
While it bleeds
Unable to grasp
That what it worships...
What it lives for...
Is dead....dead!
“Oh mind, have you no reason?
Are you so foolish?
So blind..
That you do not realize
That though love has died
The heart can never bury
Her dead?
They remain in her chambers
Caressed and cared for
Their lifeless bodies enshrined
In her very walls.
Oh, mind, try...try to comprehend
That the heart’s dead
Are never buried.
To her they are....
And always will be...
IMMORTAL!”
Does machismo make a real man
with its excessive ego of superiority?
If it is considered the vital part of masculinity,
how come disregard, vulgarity and obscenity are
highly valued by anyone encouraging this character;
I've known such individuals whose breath
had the stench of alcohol and narcotic...
I was disgusted by such behavior and it made me vomit.
Faithless dudes spend a night in the bar, then go home staggering
to their wives and children...abusing them with vulgar words, screaming,
beating them up and then faint on the neatest bed;
half-men with nugatory affection treat them kindly,
you have promised to love them unconditionally,
why do you break that vow recited before God and Man?
The morning after, your machismo loses its equilibrium...
over the beast you had become, to fill you with delirium.
Machismo is a misconception of what men should be;
machismo evokes dark thoughts of all the evil-minded ones,
not a model to look to or worthy of imitation as expected,
and as your strength swoons, your perception is blocked
by clarity, and your gazes fall to factual disgrace
to reveal fallacy. How will a false-hearted man, filled with machismo, ever be
released from his ominous state? There are countless errors and faults,
and foresight is the solution to his self-inferred woes.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
We have no enemies only friends in disguise
tasked with helping us rise to levels
previously unknown
They may know not what they do so have
compassion for those souls
& seek to learn from them as there's wisdom
in their acts if you study their hue
As facts are only opinions agreed upon by a few
I dwell not in what is supposedly factual
but instead search for what's true
The spiritual truth is none of us remember ALL
the answers
so we need each other as we're all composites of
the whole
The goal is to ultimately see the big picture
& know we all possess different pieces
This world is a puzzling place to exist from
outside in
& many fail to understand that everything outside
exists within
I'm back on my soap box again because there's
a need for us all to be cleansed of
our Original Sin
The fruit of the actions of a few have branched out
& kept us rooted to a past that is
no longer valid
It's a challenging hurdle to overcome but we
must climb that tree to get a better
perspective
The apple doesn't fall far from the tree but we can
choose better soil for the seeds
A retrospective point of view offers us a
glimpse of a past that's meant
to be studied as to avoid
its pitfalls
Knowledge only becomes wisdom when applied
so open your eyes & see that some
pictures are only painted to keep
you from knowing you're free
Knowing is an advanced & more accurate form
of belief so knowingly
plant better seeds so that you
grow better trees
Blissful tingle, burrowing deep within
Heightened bliss ecstasy ineffable
Renewal thus, in continuation
We so become, a living miracle
No theory; what we feel, factual
Seeping in bones and each pore of our skin
Purring bliss ignites our central funnel
Blissful tingle, burrowing deep within
Divine touch marks our initiation
Transcendental pulse, inimitable
Within cave of our heart, divine union
Heightened bliss ecstasy ineffable
The caress divine, is a tease playful
Bliss in permanence, the benediction
Magnetic heat rise within gradual
Renewal thus, in continuation
Our journey begins, upon cessation
Stance firmly erect, yet amiable
Choosing the path of purification
We so become, a living miracle
Oh hermit, why make complex, the simple
Resting thought, flowing in resonation
We attain a joy, that has no label
Moment to moment, thus gaining traction
Blissful tingle
11-March-2021
A Rhyme come now at this Great Time,
Known to all from long ago as a dream,
Premonitions were named as screams
and the Vision was failed to reveal.The Reel...
has turned and Reality burns a new Light.
It's called laugh a little and grow some sight.
The balancing of an Elemental.Penned a
Mission so simple.... Euclid.eUs.ly ridiculous
as a Matter of factual and it was so theoretical
to be taken toooo scientifically serious, but it was.
Grab it see, said Real.activity it's just as in.sane
as the insanity of this poetry, but....
"Euclid's axioms seemed so intuitively obvious..."
they said while my head exploded into sum
gravitationally upside down formation of my
eyes which made me realize that it's all just a
pycho.delicately. bright trip anyway...
So I turned the page and read the comics.instead.
Now, had they said it was Lucid.Reticuli.ously ridiculous...
Perhaps even lick smackin' deliciously.kissable.ish...
I might'a believed it. But language is just relative anyway.
Duck Dodgers now there's a true explorer of the Mind
with his flat feet ninja warrior lisping beak of a tweaked
out brain. Yes, that Cat was in the sane for sure and
when he and his side.kick would make sushi? Well,
that's when the Universe just had to step up and take
sum notice. Penned.in.a.Mission a duck billed notion
of Motion in a vacuum... seriously, who's driving
us back from this expedition?
lol!! I hope you enjoy the ride, I think we're lost....
===========
And this is dedicated to my friend who made
me curious to look up Euclidean Geometry. ;)
I accepted your challenge Jedi.Master.WordCrafter...
and now here I yam. lol. with my spinage.
I thank you for the inspiration. Grand Qi.baca
Form:
Wit shapes odd pun
In twist of fun.
~~~~~~~~~
Joy knows the way
To prize each day.
~~~~~~~~~
Sculpt each fond act
As grace moves tact.
~~~~~~~~~
Know your own soul
Where touch makes whole.
~~~~~~~~~
Act tells the truth
In factual proof.
~~~~~~~~~
Look to your dream
For rainbow streams.
~~~~~~~~~
No need to hate
When love fills plate.
~~~~~~~~~
Come to know heart
As soul frames art.
~~~~~~~~~
Learn how to pray
That love will stay.
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Wear a kind face
In time and space.
~~~~~~~~~
Seek in the dark
Sure light that sparks.
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
04 March 2019
Singapore
Swirling mists obscured the scene;
occulting awaited revelations.
In the clearing,
the future played out its scenes one by one,
on Chrystal walls,
like a painting on a canvas.
He interpreted each image in a factual way,
though I took it with a proverbial,
grain-of-salt;
after all, this was just for fun.
My friend and I did it only for entertainment;
no one can really tell the future…we thought.
Years later, we of boggled minds
and over cappuccino, compared notes.
We decided that at least one psychic,
was on the mark.
What’s more bizarre? It seems that when anyone says,
“It can’t happen” or “can’t be done”;
the opposite is true and the impossible manifests.