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How I might taste you
in each curve of your being
entwined below each fastening
that I breath apart with my patience
cherishing you longer than any could last
I find some deep meaning in your kiss
and there I know tranquility that gives
your new light to a forgotten day
beholding you naked in form
I gasp at my reaction deep
as you unfurl your beauty
and lay yourself open
With eyes of disbelief
finally at last alone in darkness
that is warmed by a glowing
that touches candles into flame
and quenches raging fires
that have burned a thousand years
to know the taste of your sweet kiss
and suckle the wisdom that flows
from every pore of your being
into every crevasse of my heart
that is open to love you
Fly in to this circle my angel
and see this place to lay your head
in this honey field of golden laughter
that I've prepared for your blessing
where I have labored long to make
myself a better man so that you
can finally fly free and be you
the you I long to see dancing
across the body of a rainbow
into the sunset upon ocean
where God has called you
to be his Goddess sweet
Come into bloom with your soul open
to be touched with every sweetness
and told a thousand evenings
you are the one I have known
would someday bless my shores
without crashing upon my beach
but only walk upon water
that kisses your feet
and says your name
that I love to hear
Be my sweet lover some night
for as long as you care to stay
in my open arms and hands
that long to wash your cares
and kiss each one of them away
making a pillow of hearts
perfectly suited to you
because I have watched you
and know the way you move
and how you love to lay
Then let me just gaze
at your loving image
as you sleep in silken covers
ruffled by a gentle breeze
blowing across your fine form
as I protect you from hiding
any longer in a dark cage
because I have freed you
to be yourself in full
by freeing myself
and loving you
Mr. August, the mature man with shining golden hair the color of a ripe cornfield,
He is slightly graying at the temples but his eyes are clear pools of deepest blue,
There are hard lines in his face, they are deep, he's strong it's part of who he is
He stands and looks around him heavy hands on his hips a tall man of rural beauty,
His serene presence hints of much wisdom a good age make his company so delightful,
Casting his eyes as far as can be seen he smiles because all is right for this time,
The rich soils are dry and pillows of clouds wisp across light blue turquoise skies,
The dark greenness of the fields, the meadows and the pastures are strong and sweet.
He watches cattle grazing on the richest grasses and they low because they are well,
The day warms and the cows lay easy, chewing cud a sight worthy of a painter’s hand,
Warm breezes temper the sun as a second spring is flowing through the healthy trees,
He nods to the mighty oak the king of the woods and forests and the trees wave back.
His eyes catch heather on the moors and the dust devils on the heath's new flowers,
They are all there in fine form, dog roses, blue chicory, hawk weed and honeysuckle,
And as he stands nearer he breathes sweet perfumes from his August summer gardens,
Looking to his glades knee deep in grass the blue campanula dances a flowers dance.
Nuts growing fast they are fat and green they hang in the tall hedges and woodlands,
There are more nuts in trees along old woodland lanes and deep in the dark forests,
He salutes the fading roses and kneels down to thank them they have done their duty,
Then waves goodbye to the foxglove with a warm smile and thanks her with a blown kiss.
Did the Foxglove blush, just a little?
Mr. August, the mature man with shining golden hair the color of a ripe cornfield,
He is slightly graying at the temples but his eyes are clear pools of deepest blue,
There are hard lines in his face, they are deep, he's strong it's part of who he is
He stands and looks around him heavy hands on his hips a tall man of rural beauty,
His serene presence hints of much wisdom a good age make his company so delightful,
Casting his eyes as far as can be seen he smiles because all is right for this time,
The rich soils are dry and pillows of clouds wisp across light blue turquoise skies,
The dark greenness of the fields, the meadows and the pastures are strong and sweet.
He watches cattle grazing on the richest grasses and they low because they are well,
The day warms and the cows lay easy, chewing cud a sight worthy of a painter’s hand,
Warm breezes temper the sun as a second spring is flowing through the healthy trees,
He nods to the mighty oak the king of the woods and forests and the trees wave back.
His eyes catch heather on the moors and the dust devils on the heath's new flowers,
They are all there in fine form, dog roses, blue chicory, hawk weed and honeysuckle,
And as he stands nearer he breathes sweet perfumes from his August summer gardens,
Looking to his glades knee deep in grass the blue campanula dances a flowers dance.
Nuts growing fast they are fat and green they hang in the tall hedges and woodlands,
There are more nuts in trees along old woodland lanes and deep in the dark forests,
He salutes the fading roses and kneels down to thank them they have done their duty,
Then waves goodbye to the foxglove with a warm smile and thanks her with a blown kiss.
Did the Foxglove blush, just a little?
Six years on foot
Through far and hurdling paths like wilderness
My secondary learning root
Which taught me to taste and endure bitterness
Oh my brain of rational thoughts:
In the mornings it felt cold but fresh
And in the noons hot but full of competence
Yet I in wisdom remained afresh.
My shirt white was not as it was
The trousers blue-black could hardly its colour survive
Of them were made other fashions
And the prescribed white shoes to serve—
Pedestrianizing both on rocky roads and tars,
Loosing its first fine form gradually—
I should always to say thanks and sorry.
We Trinitarians were a mere picture of the colonial missionaries.
In school we lunched our books
As we were often empty-in-pocket:
We would go hungry and return angry
Battled we with school's ups and downs
Nothing to better to eat
But either drank groceries,
Or fill our stomachs with water from the bloody tap
Those days were best but not happiest to us.
The school Holy Trinity would never be the weak's
For only the strongest could survive;
Some would exit or fall out
It'd always be the best
Entity of extreme excellence
All boys sound and brimmed!
Catapult of coiling character
All boys virtuous and righteous!
Today, we are proud alumni
Eligible to rendering to our country services
To prove that we did learn from the school.
a good axe, a fine form and a full house
can you dig this scene of clockwork clowns?
little hierarchies 'mongst the mediocre
I'm all too often hit when this stuff comes down
watch that river running in reverse
you will not see me, not if I should see you first
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the brothel basement, walled in, tortured soul
blind to beauty from pillar to post
sings like a cowboy, never once saw a horse
'standing in what looks like bordelaise sauce
should you think that it could get no worse
you don't phase me, not in any universe
-
walk barefoot n' I've got dirty feet
like any sailor far away from sea
-
with a little love, what is there to lose?
no one going nowhere no time soon
inane skeletons, all poised for conquest
n' falling nothing short of the burlesque
over-hyped, deluded amateurs
we'll step outside, I'll take anything that hurts
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watching the river run in reverse
you will not see me, not if I should see you first
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~ The night's alive and a-shiver ~
The moon's a sliver
a hammock without strings
a pale banana with wings
The night's alive and a-shiver
Just you and me on a musical spree
hitting the clubs, dancing up a storm
sleek in our costumes, displaying fine form
Doing the splits cross the floor, spread-kneed
The hour grows late, but what do we care
feeling boundless energy nearly exploding
at midnight we drink a toast to re-loading
Ahead of us lay new and brave dares
Tick-tock, one o'clock; it is already two
Our hearts are still young, but our feat feel weary
We retreat to a corner, vision somewhat bleary
So we sing Auld Lang Syne and down a few...
Brrrrrriiiing goes the alarm. 6 am. Can it be?
Time to shake a leg, get out ahead of the day
The music and dancing yet whirling in our heads
We turn off the blinking alarm, and go back to bed
Growing up my parents continuously brawled
Verbally and throwing things was the norm
This day was uniquely funny
My Sis thought it was not
As an adult my sister sees the comic side
Though she was left a little traumatized
The events that transpired left me mesmerized
Father was busy kneading bread with pride
Mother cooking stew in the pot
Day was nice and sunny
Until mom and dad started brewing up a storm
Juiced words and names were ultimately called
Dough enough to make twelve loaves was angrily balled
Then thrown with strength, precision and fine form
Mom scurried like a swift bunny
As to the fridge Sis trot
Did not see it coming, no time to jump aside
Dough pinned Sis's head to the fridge, she was pressurized
Jan 14, 2020
For Contest - A Little Memory
* My sister was 5 years old, I was 11. It was like a cartoon.
(Dedication: For my wife Ann with fond gratitude.)
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In your calm sight
I see the light
Shine very bright
In feel most right
In your fine soul
I come to know
A poignant whole
That ever shows
In your embrace
I know kind grace
Now face to face
In time and space
In your love grand
I find blessing
A lover friend
A glimpse thrilling
In your sure light
I find my way
To precious sights
Each brand new day
In your kind eyes
My world now rooms
With happy sighs
And floral blooms
In your sure way
Home and heart glows
Fond cheer that plays
A mystic show
In your fine form
Love comes to call
In sublime norms
Despite life's gall
In start and end
We come around
With hearts that blend
In timeless grounds
Leon Enriquez
18 April 2017
Singapore
Apt as kind grace
Style sculpts your face
Apt sanguine charm
Aligns sure psalm
Apt as fine form
Smiles etch your norms
Apt precious heart
True love imparts
Apt as clear will
Your eyes can thrill
Apt comfort heals
Touch frames goodwill
Apt as a breeze
Your gentle squeeze
Apt springtime flair
Our love affair
Apt as sure zest
This grand life quest
Apt starting gaze
True love fills craze
Apt as swift flow
Start and end shows
Apt ending light
Sense coming night
Apt as a plot
Fill in sweet thoughts
Apt life for two
Just me and you
Leon Enriquez
23 February 2015
Singapore
(Dedication: For my loving family)
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Joy fills my heart
Let love now start
Peace of mind floods
Sense pulse of blood
Live with fond zest
Bold wit, clear jest
Faith knows the way
Hope fills each day
Love sculpts fine form
Zeal spans wise norm
Deed springs grand flow
Grace works sure glow
Look close and see
Truth feeds beauty
Time heals all pain
Primes all I gain
Here is a place
Now fields the trace
Poise wears a voice
Love echoes choice
See beyond things
Glimpse what life brings
Leon Enriquez
20 July 2014
Singapore