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(Dedication: For Ann)
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Meet sad and sweet with feisty flair,
Yes my love knows fond cheer that comes.
Opt happy streets where joy thrills air,
Words work to show how feelings sum;
Now my heart feels such lovely chimes.
Voice lives reason as good times swing,
Ask touch to heal life's painful rhymes;
Love hurls seasons for everything,
Embrace dear heart deep loving bliss;
Note floral wreath of scented hues,
Touch ever starts caress of ease;
Ignite the drift of poignant cues,
Nearer than breath, lovers know fest:
Etch beyond death love's lasting quest.
Leon Enriquez
14 February 2016
Singapore
Maze that you find
Mind seeks in kind
Move beyond mind
Yes now you see
Yields that can be
You frame prized tree
Look to the light
Lost in true sight
Line words put right
Offer a sign
Open your mind
Observe true find
Free mindset bold
Fling tale once told
Form helps you hold
Truth wears a smile
True worth now styles
Trust owns the pile
Joy comes to greet
Juice fruits most sweet
Jest finds your feet
One take shows will
Once you know fill
On sea of thrills
Touch a fine core
Thrill floods some more
Taste health that scores
Seize the clear say
Smile at fine play
Stream poise that pays
Work that idea
Word feelings clear
Weave fable dear
Ask to be brave
Apt as a knave
Aim for high wave
Reach for a star
Reap joy on par
Rise where you are
Play in the rain
Prize feisty pains
Pray in words plain
Come to know peace
Charm fields increase
Calm in still ease
Heart speaks in sighs
Hurl treats that ply
Hoist a grand high
In-between shows
Instinct can know
In and out flows
Lift a life here
Love feels things dear
Live happy spheres
Death comes for sure
Do feel thoughts pure
Deed plants the cure
Leon Enriquez
14 November 2014
Singapore
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree—
A belle crooning nature’s glee,
Splendorous as seasons’ glory.
A ballad of resplendent spring
In stanzas cherry-blossom pink
Uplifting moods of lovers
Lost in heart-shaped leaves
Fluttering soft lavender breeze
Arousing romantic appeal
In fuchsia hues of redbud trees.
A verse of feisty summer winds
Swaying beats of majestic oak
Rustling big-leaf maple trees
Hosting dance of perky sparrows
Choreographing mating tempo--
Magnolia’s white blooms evoke.
A lyric of autumn’s aspirations
Scripting chorus in blazing colors,
Red, orange, purple, yellow,
On maple, hickory, birch, sycamore,
Strumming strings of alluring refrains--
Rhythms waltzing fervid meadows.
A cadent song of winter’s chill
Shuddering vibes of barren trees
Yet, charmingly pretty as can be
When snowflakes gently falling
Invoke tunes of season’s greetings
Crowning tips of ornamental twigs
As hearts’ melodies merrily sing.
February 7, 2020
Placed 1st: Famous poetic lines 2 poetry contest
Sponsor: Silent One
“I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree” by Joyce Kilmer
HM: Strand select H contest by Brian Strand
Sam is a novice gardener who stamps on all ants
He doesn't like them near or crawling on his plants
Their Queen was angry and wanted revenge
For the ones that had fallen she wanted to avenge.
They planned to get inside and under Sam's clothes
Cover his whole body from his head to his toes
The queen gave her order for her ants to attack
Every inch of his body, every orifice and crack.
There were flying ant squadrons in groups of twelve
Soldiers in lines and a lone scout out by himself.
The others were preparing for a mass swamping
While Sam continued with his clomping and stomping.
They entered inside both trouser leg realms
These little feisty red insects, these hardcore rebels
From somewhere inside it was smelly and breezy
And their night vision eyes made navigation more easy.
Sam's legs were hairy and wiry, like a hot tangled jungle
With volcano like spots and some weird looking fungal.
They battled there way through, this united strong army
While Sam was going mad and looked rather barmy.
They bit, they chewed, they spat and tickled
Sam smacking himself as he wriggled and wiggled
At all times they were all on high red alert.
To avoid being splattered by this mad dancing berk.
These tiny ninja assassins crawled under his shirt
His four limbs wildly failing; he went completely berserk
Flying ants swooping and diving to created a distraction
Sam's reaction to their actions gave them great satisfaction.
He jumped, he hopped, he twice did the splits
They bit here and there, including his small naughty bits
His limbs in and out; the ants hokey pokey
Limbs moving so fast they felt hot and smelt smokey.
Sam screamed "I am sorry please leave me alone
My garden is yours and every ants home
I didn't know aphids left you a sugary sweet treat"
I surrender, I give up, I admit my defeat."
Harmony and peace, balance restored
Nothing is mightier than a little ants sword
Sam's body now healed, no more ants in his pants
But beware if you ever harm a red or black ant.
04.06.24
Thank you dear God
For peace of mind;
Thank you dear Lord
For grace that signs.
Thank you for joy,
For happy feel;
For ample ploys,
For love that heals.
Thank you for cheer,
For lovely bliss;
For blessings here,
For wonder's ease.
Thank you for poise,
For all things good;
For charm to voice,
For lovely moods.
Thank you for health,
For grand outcomes;
For ample wealth,
For precious sums.
Thank you for light,
For path and way;
For gift of sight,
For love that stays.
Thank you for pulse,
For joy that grows;
For grand impulse,
For more that shows.
Thank you for kin,
For family;
For lasting wins,
For harmony.
Thank you for lens,
For wise beauty;
For common sense,
For wit feisty.
Thank you for mind,
For grand surprise;
For happy finds,
For loving prize.
Thank you for now,
For what time brings;
For showing how,
For happenings.
Thank you for all,
For charms that style;
For sweet and gall,
For ways to smile.
Thank you dear God
For jazz and fest;
Thank you dear Lord
For love and quest.
Leon Enriquez
27 May 2015
Singapore
Writer, come let your fancy thoughts unfurl:
Watch your ideas move past witty gritty;
See how lyric lines in mad outburst hurl,
Be bold and brave with feisty verse crazy.
Be willing to stretch your wordplay right here,
Dwell on your passage where message works best;
Seize the moment when madness greets fear,
Know that all things come and go in life's fest;
Look within your soul to see a great light,
Brave the turmoils in surge and sag of knaves;
Know before you know that your soul gives sight,
Craft your scripts and drafts and brave the dark caves;
Live each moment as grace voids awkward tense,
Know that in the end it will all make sense.
Leon Enriquez
21 June 2017
Singapore
Amplifying vehemence of thunder, roaring on skyline ablaze,
Lightning strikes, shattering clouds, sparkling scorching haze,
Blasting dry, sunstruck meadows, drenching thirsty terrain,
Gushing streams, rushing thrust ferocious of turbulent rain.
In realms of dimming yonder, trees whirl, shake, and sway,
Grooving to rhythms of foothills, expressive of feisty ballet,
As incessant downpour pelts, dispersing sweltering heat,
Dancing on prairies and rivers, resounding a boisterous beat.
Down the mountain, over plush valley, beyond an arid knoll,
Breezing with the fleeting storm, reinvigorated vistas scroll,
Scintillating in beams of gold, twilight soon brings to fore,
Adorning arc amethystine, where dream-scapes violet soar.
Enlightened in scarlet rays, as grimace of humid malaise decays,
Revealing a glint, avid day, piercing through tenebrous daze,
Misery retreats rapidly, withering anguish of a vanishing day,
Engraving motifs crimson, upon tapestries once mired in gray.
Reveling in unfolding scene, gawking eve’s resplendent tempo,
From the street, through windows, fixating on the skylit show;
Eyes enamored now applaud~ orange, indigo, smile of rainbow,
Peeking through blazing halo, flaunting art of evenfall aglow.
Sweet Daphne Odora
Beneath midwinter’s misty veils of rain and snow
Sweet Daphne Odora thrives
Evergreen when silver winds bid Orion return
Winter’s child blooms through short days and lingering nights –
Harbinger of crocus and of snowdrops –
Deep green spear shaped leaves edged in yellow -
Prophetic sign of spring sunshine –
Like a delicate bridal bouquet
Offers dainty nosegays in clusters
Of iridescent white satin or silky pink
Edged in royal purple robes,
A January Valentine
When icicles drip with midwinter tears,
Peeks through the icy breath of frozen air
Spreads a perfume intoxicating and unforgettable
Superstar of the barren season –
Finicky and feisty
Warrior of the bleak winter garden
Sweet Daphne Odora!
3/12/21
Contest: Flower or Flowers in Imagism
Sponsor: Constance La France
Drifting off I close my eyes into slumber,
I hear the voices in my head,
Calling to me in the distance.
The static of the noise is deafening.
The room is blinding bright,
As the light comes into the room.
I hear the faint whispering of their voices and,
Then I see glimpses of the past.
I hear the warnings and I see her,
The one who invades my dreams.
I feel as if I'm between two worlds.
I hear your voice warning me,
They are coming.
I'm jolted awake,
I remember everything,
Why I'm here and why they hid me.
She's protecting me.
It's the black hand.
They know I'm carrying our child,
The future God of War.
I'm awake Father Zeus,
Please send Cam and Aries.
Lauren, they're almost there.
How is my Grand daughter?
Oh she is gonna be very powerful,
And she is feisty.
Then I see a bright light and
I run into the arms of my love.
Looking into the eyes of my protector,
I kiss never wanting to let go.
Come, Olympus calls us.
It bloats me out and makes me wheeze;
I have an allergy to cheese
Which makes it hard to find a mate
For reasons I shall now relate.
A simple sniff of curds and whey
Provokes an itchy rash display.
So cheesaholics need to know
That for my sake, the cheese must go!
This ultimatum has a flaw
For cheese exerts a pungent draw.
So far, I’ve lost my sweet Viola
To a tasty ‘Gorgonzola’.
Then sweet Suzanne from ‘gai Paris’ *
Preferred a mild and creamy ‘Brie’.
And as for fit and feisty Hedda;
She deserted me for ‘Cheddar’.
All dreams that Kate would see it through
Were melted by a cheese fondue,
And hopes were shattered too when Claire
Would not forsake her smooth gruyère.
The list is long – they came and went
Preferring taste to sentiment.
And even ‘Stinking Bishop’ won
The heart of Rose : I felt outdone!
But now at last, I’ve found my match;
A truly ‘made-in-heaven’ catch.
It’s serious! I’m on my knees!
She’s vegan and averse to cheese!
* ( French pronunciation'Paree')
12/11/18
'Write a poem about cheese contest' : Sponsored by: Barry Stebbings