Long Feels Poems
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O to give from ifs and buts free,
To feel happy, pleased just to give,
Feel good that gift is well taken
And that, receiver too feels good,
Charity’s not to show who’s tall,
Give as, to gift is good nature.
It is flowers’ innate nature
To flaunt fragrance and spread it free,
For ego’s sake nor to feel tall,
They give till too wilted to give,
By birth bestowed with this trait good,
Happy, their fragrance is taken.
Lamps like, its light’s lead is taken,
It is the lamp’s born-with nature—
To smoulder till they are no good
To do so, they wish light’s spread free,
For, lamps are born their light to give,
And care to feel good nor yet tall.
A cloud never shows stature tall,
Has always given, scarce taken,
Born with a benign bent, it’d give,
To rain, drain its inborn nature,
Its virtue’s to give, and give free,
It loves to find earth green and good.
Man condescends to give, feel good,
To show off his pedestal tall,
Seldom is his charity free,
Weighs: what in return be taken,
Give so as to take— his nature,
Born is he more to get than give.
Birds be or beasts, their best they give,
Not for any altruistic good,
Because that’s their innate nature,
Not to show off their stature tall,
Yon of things given and taken,
Birds be from all worldly ways free.
Alas, head rules and heart’s not free
To decide, head all commands give
In this world by head be-taken.
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Sestina | 01.08.2006, revised Feb 2023 | charity, heart
Poet’s note: Sheer instinct makes birds and beasts look after their newly born without expecting anything in return. But we as humans look forward to our children reciprocating when we are old, not do things in altruism. Why? Because man is being increasingly ruled by head, not heart, this Sestina feels.
If I gave you my love.
You'd have to be good to me.
All the freak things to be explored.
One moment after the next.
If I gave you my love.
All the things I'd tell you.
The nights where I'd be nowhere but by your side.
The nights I'd wear you out, wake you up and wear you out again.
If I gave you my love.
I'd want the same thing tomorrow and the day after.
All the trouble we'd get into.
If I gave you my love.
I wouldn't need a doctor.
To heal all these aches and pains.
My morning flower.
To see how good it feels.
Being in my care.
If only you knew.
How much I do.
Want to give you my love
Today is your Anniversary of 38 years in God's
place. It is interesting how the years flew by.
I hope I have accomplished what you wanted for me.
I am a poetess and author now. Although I have not
sold a book yet. I have been thinking about you over the
past few decades. And I wonder what you think.
I need a sign.
You probably know why I have not been
able to visit your gravesite. And put my favorite rose
there. I have missed our talks. So, I write what's in
my heart. I'm almost 75 now about the time you left me.
And yet, it feels like yesterday.
You weren't here when I married. But I'm sure
you two are together waiting for me. I miss the love
we had and I know its value. I only want to know
one thing, do I continue on this path of writing?
or is there something else I should be doing?
I need a sign.
It doesn't feel like you're gone, but we can't
physically meet. However, I feel your presents
or is it, my husband?
I write asking what is my gift? If I am using it
correctly? So, I end with your approval and His.
What I must do? In spite of everything I love you, Mom.
I need a sign.
Hustle guided by unseen forces,
Linking me with like minds,
Dollar signs fill my headspace,
Overthinking the next grind’s designs.
Patient while cents can’t buy slippers,
Gripping heavy loads with hands missing fingers,
On painful days, we’re out and ready,
Empire building, slow but steady,
Even when my chest feels heavy.
If the weight on my chest
Is a rock from a gold mine,
Tell Endurance I’ve passed the test,
Let the gold I’ve acquired attest.
I know endurance, but around Hawkins I’m just talkin’,
Till he gives the strategist a plan,
Pulling gold nuggets like magnets,
That’s my marketplace, dollar and rand by rand,
Hustler as I am, I built my empire grand
Form:
I know how it feels to be crucially tormented,
Experiences in hell were ferociously augmented.
Sizes and shapes are tops of their gossips,
Darkest words people utter are so like but eclipse.
They secretly laugh and talk about your weight,
Don’t be so anxious because this is not your fate.
Whenever they mock you for being such a penguin,
Be as proud as I am because you are going to grin.
The real issue of life is not about your bulkiness,
Confidence inside is the boost of your gladness.
Speak it now even though you are really hurt,
Don’t let those stupid let you go now in to blurt.
Just stay what you are and keep everything calm,
You’re a priceless cutie tot who can’t be so numb.
Let those fatty words of your friends all fired up,
Prove to all those bullies that they are all tapped out.
Form:
Gentle, like the tenderest dewdrop,
Kind as the rain who bleeds hope,
Quiet, like the whisper of light,
Tender as the heart who sings praise.
Joyful, like the guitar’s rhythmic chorus,
Elated by the wonder of a priceless psalm,
Jubilant, like the roar of an ocean once calm,
Happy to know the mystery of the heart’s warmth.
Creative, like the leaves in autumn,
Caressing the moments with a sincerity,
Felt by those who see God in every silence,
Soothing away the melancholy, the darkness.
Peaceful, like September’s wings,
Alive with the beautiful in grace,
Pouring out poetry over the skies,
In stars who leak faith into night.
Winsome, like heaven’s open gates,
Flung wide to those who have faith,
Embracing souls who believe He is,
More than light, but love that fulfills.
Genuine, like summer as she whispers,
Over the mountains, the seas, the hearts,
Who remember her with affection, memories
Bold as the spirit who feels her song so amazing.
Stirring, like the moment I first believed,
He is the One who brings my heart truth,
He is the One who quiets every fear, each tear,
With love this real, He promises to always be here.
Abiding, inside where I can feel this love,
Love so amazing that I can not think of…
One reason or intention more beautiful,
Than the praise that comes to souls…
Who know that He is who He says He is…
Love, hope and peace – joy that completes,
The answer to every prayer, the One who is always there,
Maker of dreams and Savior of those who believe!
Dear busy bee
What do you see?
Saturday tale
Moments to nail
Flowers to stake
Honey to make
Early to rise
Nectar surprise
Start with swift zest
On a sure quest
Now just like you
Got lots to do
Moments find me
Busy you see
Do things to please
Act on new lease
Fling simple cheer
Let love spark clear
This and that way
Manage role play
Each act succeeds
Frenzy that feeds
It's funny though
Brisk moments glow
No time for grief
For time feels brief
My To-Do List
Frames daily gist
Verses I write
A daily rite
Day after day
I stop to pray
A deeper sense
Marks present tense
Pray that I see
Spirit that frees
Happy lives here
To bring fond cheer
Magic finds me
Sanguine yet free
There is a way
In hidden play
Seek psalm and song
That lingers long
Leon Enriquez
26 July 2014
Singapore
She stands upright, in the cold,
She doesn’t falter, but stays bold,
She is welcome at night, and brings peace,
She is a light, closer than the moon,
She is a lamppost.
He limps, searching for things to hold,
He falls, into all sorts of mould,
He is prepared to fight, what he can’t see,
He is alright, a bit of a buffoon,
He is a drunkard.
They always meet when the air chills,
And everybody else sleeps,
He holds her dearly,
He knows it is the last bit he’ll see,
She shivers slightly,
She serves her purpose with glee,
He reeks,
She creaks,
He sweats,
She frets,
He thinks of all he’s left,
Bangs his head,
And rests in her pale arms,
She feels his heavy breath,
Soothes his dread,
And waits for him to take arms,
He is no good, breaks every rule,
But makes her purpose meaningful,
She feels understood by this tardy fool,
He knows the night, like it was taught in school,
They stick to each other,
His back to her chest,
They stay still,
They enjoy one another,
Without a mess,
They stay still,
He takes at good look at the dark,
Turns his head to her spark,
Makes up his mind,
Tells her goodbye,
Steps in the shroud, and leaves,
She looks at him go,
Begging to know,
His feels.
Where does he go?
How does he know,
Where to find her steel?
She is a lamppost,
He is a drunkard,
They are best friends:
Each other’s heels.
Yeah... yeah...
Husband at the tire shop, grease on his hands
Slips out the back, has a different set of plans
Comes home stinking of perfume and lies
Wife a bank teller, counting bills with her thighs
Smiles at the window, takes a number, takes a man
Closes out her drawer then opens hers again
Cheating and bleeding, both spreading the same
Tire shop husband, bank teller shame
Drug resistant in Chickasha like tears in the rain
One man’s mistake turned a whole town to pain
yeah, yeah
Both cheating and bleeding
It’s in the blood just the same
na-na
Husband caught it raw from a north side fling
Brought it home like a damned souvenir ring
Wife took the gift, passed it down the line
Teller by day, hooker by night, showing the signs
He sits on the jack, stares at the lift
Feels his body slow, feels his future shift
She counts the money, body count too
Neither one saying, blood work they knew
Now the husband coughs, tires stacking high
Can’t lift the wrench, can’t look them in the eyes
Still smiling at the window, still taking the cash
Sleeping around, with a wink and a flash
Redneck buddies laugh, don’t know the score
Trailer house talking but the truth’s next door
One shop, one bank, one sickness in the blood
Cheaters dying while the whole town burns down
Both cheating and bleeding, both have the stain
Tire shop husband, a bank teller’s shame
Closes out her drawer then opens it again
Drug resistant in Chickasha like tears in the rain
One man’s mistake turned a whole town to pain
yeah, yeah
Both cheating, both bleeding - na-na
Both cheating, bleeding,
It’s in the blood just the same
Tire shop husband, a bank teller’s shame
I'm living every dream and nightmare
And you're the only place I know that feels safe
As a friend, or maybe more
My hopes are too loud to decipher
And my dreams are growing ever softer
Rattle my heart and taunt me with the keys to the cage
That only exists because I lost focus and rage
I claimed that all that I wanted was a friend to the end
When really all that I craved was to be locked up again
Douse my mind in gasoline
Old dreams and memories
Will light the fuse
And uncover it all
I knew I was only strong when you were far away
And I hate to be weak, but God, you sound so perfect
And every dream or fear I've had is coming to light
And I don't want to hope so loud
That the devils around begin to listen in
And drive me back to despair after I start to win
I only just learned how to march on my own
And now that you're back, I'm scared to be alone