Long Fare Poems
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In a country known by its riches and beautiful nature,
its people and a King who maintained a traditional culture.
The royal leader was very devoted to his people and family,
helping everybody wherever he could was his mentality.
He had only one daughter of explicable beauty, charm and elegance,
unfortunately she was blind by birth, creating circumstances by relevant.
Great scholars made her very wise and profound in that talent,
able to use her introverted visions and abilities very equivalent.
As time speaks for it self and her womanhood felt in motion,
the princess wanted a husband of loving devotion.
The king called for a suitable groom throughout all the lands,
establishing and providing the right suitor many grants.
Many came with great influence, riches and attitude,
they could not comprehend with her intellect and left confused.
The king needed to question his daughter,
what is she seeking in a man to make her life brighter.
He has to be philosophical and true to his meaning,
God fearing and give me an image of a soul loving being.
Her words by all servants and teachers by hope agreed,
the king had no choice but to concede.
By chance, a son of a Sufi storyteller came by, to entertain,
he had folk stories with great heritage, to refrain.
He said that ‘providence’ is his neighborhood,
and too often he felt, that he is misunderstood.
The Princess inner visions so enlighten felt enchanted,
giving the young man more storytelling visits granted.
Over time their affection grow for each other to care,
sincere, fragile and beautiful to bond this by a fare.
In time to consume each others love by desire,
and make each other vulnerable with this fire.
Thinking through that intelligent love they have,
not wanting to lose that deep treasure to evolve.
They became great friends without loosing that sight,
by giving each other the freedom which loves need to be bright.
The king wondering and confused,
but happy to see them with each other so amused.
If there were no shining Christmas Lights
No Silver Bells or Silent Nights
If there were no gifts beneath the tree
Would Christmas cease to be?
If there was no tasty holiday fare
No people gathering here or there
If no crowds went from shop to shop
Would Christmas simply stop?
The answer of course is a resounding no
For Christmas came quite long ago
Christmas was before the tree
Before the gifts for you and me
Christmas brought the shepherds and kings
The angel songs and the giving of things
For one small child was born
On that very first Christmas morn
He is why the star shone bright
On that Midnight Clear and Holy Night
The faithful come and He is the reason
And now, we gather and worship at this special season
So, if there were no shining Christmas Lights
No Silver Bells and Silent Nights
Still He came - for you and for me
And Christmas will never cease to be.
(Out of Eden IV)
I’m cross as I cross The Cross
And wonder as I wander
My Spirit has rejected the spirit in me
For fear that it’s fare is fair.
The cause of my ‘coarse’, of course
Is as tied, as the tide betides
Fight then the fete of fate with faith
The feat, by the feet, defeat.
The bait of my bate the debate
As I bare the obeah that I bear
I’m taut with thought of tort I’m taught
Indecent descent to dissent.
Now, Requiem of Carpe Diem
Like a fool, I lived life to the full
My sinews of sins are a scene of obscene
Whether it’s seen or unseen.
It’s whether I’ll weather the weather
Just pray that I’m not the prey
My life is a life, in life, for life
Too dear and so dear to ‘dare’!
Please pass me a piece of peace
And sing me a song sung strong
To laud The Lord as loud as allowed
His Reins shall arraign to Reign.
(The Fg 81.5.8)
Double down, double speak, double's the way -
Louder through shouting with nothing to say.
Offensive, repressive, suppressive and more
Talking over others is what they aim for.
Implying, decrying, a full range of crap -
The longer it goes the more strident the yap.
If one stops to listen, there's nothing but blur -
A slip and a slide - an occasional slur.
It's not like the "dozens" straight out of the Hood,
It's only shrill noise that amounts to no good.
A stark waste of time in a smug endless spew -
Ranting and raving - no due to ensue.
Detractions, distortions all hyped in the fare
Of deflecting words used with nothing to spare.
Well prepared and practiced - a long-standing trait
That takes all the air out of any restraint.
Some people excel - make a living this way.
They babble and ramble and use up the day.
With something to be said for nothing at all -
They pursue their bluster - with plenty of gall.
One day some will ask what their guff was about -
A double take standard through newly found doubt.
Left silent with their thoughts there's just empty space -
And nothing to say - a most humbling disgrace.
But, don't feel bad, don't feel sad at this self-shun,
It's what they deserve - it's their place in the sun.
With no crap to spin there will be no rebirth.
So thus, just remember what nothing was worth.
Here on the first day
Of a plush new year,
Feel a fine pulse play
As new light endears.
Rain in the dawn light
Spreads a misty feel,
Sleep with dreamy sights
As the new year spills.
Sun and rain speed trance
As drowsy morn sifts,
Awake in blur glance
To feel rest uplift.
Day moves crisp tempo
As coffee brew streams,
New Year's Day gumbo
Spreads a feisty theme.
Catch-up with lunch trip
On a social call,
Easy laughter grips
Such pleasant footfalls.
Then home bound car ride
As sleepy eyes droop,
Hot weather takes side
In somnolent scoop.
Lazy siesta moods
Cruise with drowsy air,
Sleepy dreams for food
In a crouching flair.
Late evening stroll
For meal takeaway,
Savour food fare toll
As tastebuds mint play.
Jazz and fest frame peak
In a pleasant feel,
Feast as goodies speak
As eats now reveal.
Late night drizzle
As the first day speeds,
Deep silence sizzles
As a new day seeds.
Leon Enriquez
01 January 2019
Singapore
It was the end of the job
a big do for everyone concerned
they who were invited
We were the last standing on the site
today was our last day working
got a big lump of money
with a fat bonus thrown in for my loyalty
It was held in the city center
food and everything was laid on
Stayed for a while had four beers
ate loads of the best beef stuffed myself
I had just worked twelve hours
really felt very tired after a long day
hailed a taxi as one always done when paid
felt a lot safer as my brother was mugged three times
in the underground ubhann I was done once dumped for dead
jumped in the car just fell asleep exhausted
next thing I remember him wakening me up
shaking me quite hard done this trip hundreds of times
Always landing at my door looking around
not the strangest sights that meet my eyes he says I am home
Almost having a heart attack he demands money for the fare
I have not a clue were here is taking me
then he starts grabbing for me saying if I do not get out he will
get the police so I got out he tried to run over me
could hear the sirens in the distance so I ran
just because I was illegal in the country at the time
now they are trying to do me nearly twenty years later
on micky mouse charges brought up against me
this is the only story I know he never dropped me home
so I never paid him plain and simple in my eyes
this is my sworn word in testimony if not in this life
I will be smiling if you reach the gates
have you felt the pain and suffering this has put my family through
no one ever has luck in dis honesty
Trinkets sparkling in the crisp night air.
Begging watchers' eyes feast on heavenly fare.
All is quiet, save soft symphonies of leg and wing.
Nocturnal notes, chittering.
Moisture from the stormy evening,
blankets all in tears, gleaming.
Diamonds dropping, splashing,
Percussions building, circling.
The chorus nears ending,
night's creatures settling.
What was twinkling and bright gives way.
Dawn brims the horizon, swelling.
A crimson kiss, placed with loving,
upon cheeks of clouds.
Longing, awaiting
Wondrous, her canvas.
A magnificence not to miss.
The warmth of her gaze comes.
Darkness dismissed.
All is anew in our turning
Light's creator soars high, burning.
Her goal set on day's presenting.
Before the world wakes and scurries,
I wish to enjoy this spectacle with you, my love.
Whose beauty is rivaled, only,
by the blood-soaked skies above
As sunrise adorns with golden beams of healing,
Your brilliant aura astounding all witnessing.
Without doubt, they must behold you—truly,
The art of a master's finest working
Simple are some of life's most precious gifts:
Moments made into memories, never forgotten,
Forever etched upon my soul and into my heart, a carving
in 1972, i read 1984
when you're fourteen, 12 years seems like the distant future
the government could watch your every move
horrifying
i guess, they can do that now, through our devices
what if that government is totalitarian
what if reality, as reported in the news,
was controlled by marketers, corporations, and politicians
manipulating you through your emotions
spoon feeding you based on your favorite click bait
horrifying
what if a leader with totalitarian designs
controlled the news
when i was a kid, i read other books
meant to instill values in young people
values such as
courage
to speak up
stand up to threats and violence,
willingness to risk your own job or safety for the greater good
education
not just having your head filled
but thinking critically, evaluating your sources
scientists versus politicians
open, thoughtful, respectful debate
being on the lookout for one's own confirmation bias
in history, how do countries with totalitarian leaders fare
democracy and free press
i imagine that as long as there are people
there will be totalitarian leaders and totalitarian wannabes
and there will always be those same values
and battles that never end
In the season of the sacred gift
White powder falls and spirits lift
When better to join two souls adrift
A moment frozen in time
His heart is firmly in her grip
The words of love upon her lips
In each others eyes they slowly slip
A moment frozen in time
With their vows they do confide
The truths of what they feel inside
The time has come to kiss the bride
A moment frozen in time
A celebration of the new married pair
champagne by the barrel, all decadent fare
Moves on the dance floor, beyond all compare
A moment frozen in time
By evenings end, a gentle snow
Embrace beneath the mistletoe
A love to last and eternally grow
A moment frozen in time.
30nov13
The baby boy cried...
His tears were taken...
Kept away...
For safe keeping.
When his friend died...
His eyes stayed dry...
When his lover left...
No tears he had wept.
He searched for joy...
This sad young boy...
His tears were somewhere...
But failed to fare.
His stolen tears...
Were stored away...
All throughout his younger years...
Until he married, one day.
In his old age...
When he had lost his wife,
On the night she left...
He had found his stolen tears.
She was holding them...
For him...
Way down...
Deep inside.
She released them to him...
Whilst he was holding her...
So they could cry tears of sorrow,
Together,
As she died.