Long Folly Poems
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He promised greatness.
He delivered noise.
He spoke of peace—
and scattered it into violence.
A ruler is measured
by order.
He governs by disorder.
Each word escapes
before understanding arrives.
He mistakes volume for authority.
Fame for command.
He believes the state
is a stage,
and leadership a role.
But nations are not films.
And power does not applaud.
Allies withdraw quietly.
Even folly has a limit.
For he who wishes to be obeyed
must first know
how to command himself.
Wealth crowned him,
but wisdom never followed.
Gold does not govern.
Humility does.
The people were promised protection.
They received confusion.
A single man
can weaken a great house
when vanity replaces counsel.
History will not ask
how loud he was—
but how much he damaged.
And future tongues will whisper:
Not a tyrant.
Not a genius.
Only
a champion
of stupidity.
April 18 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on 1Kings 18-20
Key Verse – 1Kings 18:24 And call ye on the name of your gods, and I will call on the name of the LORD: and the God that answereth by fire, let him be God. And all the people answered and said, It is well spoken.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO ANSWERS BY HIS FIERY POWER
Praise be to God for answering by His fiery power while we:
Fear Him, worshipping Him reverentially
Flee to His will for reconciliation
Follow His ways with rejoicing
Fuel our faith by His wise restoration
Fight against futility and folly through His Word responsibly
1Kings 19:7 Praise be to the Lord Who propels
our triumphant journey with His touch:
Commencing salvation-security along His purpose
Creating strength-seal with His power
Calling for service-sincerity in His presence
Commanding submission and surrender toward His plan
Cleansing sin-stains through His pardon
1Kings 20:28 Praise be to the Saviour for
letting us know Him, our Lord Who:
Defends us by His ministerial victory
Delivers us with His mercy from vulnerability
Despises our mischief and violations
Directs our meekness toward valour
Defies our might of vain value. Amen!
April 18, 2024
The intricate and winding complexity of this aged device groans as its worn exterior strains.
Though delicate, it punctures through the malice of fools' logic, gripping onto a vision modestly contained.
Allowing an inner reflection of its grimy vanity, it projects an altered ego for the faint acceptance of its bleak fantasy.
They will never understand or know the burden of the wise when faced with the limits of stupidity.
The jester of maximum proportion, the seller of false attire,
The woven threads come forth to the gleaming purity of its ultimate destination.
The folly of all ages, that great pretender of truth.
Gone are the days of awakening, shattering belief, and fading away the moment of blissful reign.
Do you remember...as I do
our first kiss with firm unexpected flutters
where tongues battled without fear
the rush of days in dank rooms
that gave freedom to our desires as lovers
with sighing whispers burning like crimson flames of hunger
perchance giving notice to starved emotions
from life's dreary circumstance of unfulfilled dreams
of needing to be properly loved
two lonely hearts trapped in amber passionate illusions
dressed up by romantic music
and wafting scented smoke from melting candles
dreaming of what could have been
though for an endless hour of unrestrained passions
from love's folly which covered three Winters
seen through the open eyes of make-believe
having met through happenstance
could that it have been another time, another place
under different moons
as each kiss was a storm of unrelenting thunder
exhausted from a daub of need
where energy was drained
leaving our flesh shaken and trembling
I can't help but wonder...does each picture we painted
still, hang in your secret gallery of yesterdays
as yours does mine
looked upon as a reminder
of the awesome power of love, we felt once
1/18/19 contest Eight word challenge...Bardenesque Poetry
It is disasters like these that give
Good old love a bad name.
Blame the one who cheated
But believe me you,
It took two to tango.
From a painter's testimony,
She had a spark of purity
And a twinkle in her eye that hinted dark desires.
Her voice was a midnight thought
Uttered in a whisper to the soul.
She made promises beyond imagination
And her voice was without remorse.
Each time she whispered my grinding horses
Tied with a rope of self control to the tip of divine scriptures
Kicked their hoofs and threatened to break free.
She took me to the depth of the abyss
And quenched the eternal fires of lustful demnation.
Hand in hand we explored the thin boundaries
Between curiosity and blasphemy.
We crossed the blurred lines between faith and stupidity.
She crucified me to the cross of my ignorance
And spilled my folly in a fashionable way.
When I woke up the next morning
I was before the judgement sit of my beloved.
Answering for crimes I never knew were possible to commit.
My beloved,
She promised to rip my heart out.
My beloved wanted me to watch my heart die down
As it lay helplessly outside my chest in a gruesome way.
She promised to hang me as a witch afterwards.
It is disasters like these that give
Good old love a bad name.
Blame the one who cheated
But believe me you,
It took two to tango.
#StvnyPoetry
Unfinished words I now retrace
Are drifting now like petals in the wind
Blown long ago, from some old hidden place
This is the night that calls me to that place
From deep within my vase of memory
I fell in love with words, but knew that love was fleet
My words recall, and help to write a poem
As if it were a thing to touch and feel
That time and years would take to make complete
I write again on petals now retrieved!
And still, somehow, sweet fragrance lingers near
When thoughts were flowers falling at my feet
I’ll pick them up, and dust them fresh and clear
Tonight I bare my folly to the moon
O’ moon, you saw the ways the devil woos
How roses swoon to songs so out of tune
But hearts refuse to see the naked truth
A bloom that sought the sun to feel the glow
For gentle touch and whispers from the breeze
Instead of sonnets sung with warming breath
Each petal has had his chance, and left with ease
I trace the choices made…each withered shard
Words strove to use me up, and follow scorn
I stand alone, stripped bare of self regard
As petals fell away, stripped down to thorns
My words now steal my breath, against my will
Made captive by a heart who seeks it still
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1/24/13
Live with passion and purpose and insight
I meditate upon truth and beauty
Being and becoming echoes true light
Love shows a path of my life journey flight
I contemplate my spiritual story
Live with passion and purpose and insight
Laugh at the folly of false pride that slights
I concentrate and focus energy
Being and becoming echoes true light
Style a smile to greet all creatures of light
I embrace the path of humanity
Live with passion and purpose and insight
Walk with inspiring grace and grandeur bright
I chart the sure choice of my destiny
Being and becoming echoes true light
Glimpse a boundless sense of intuitive might
I look within to live more mindfully
Live with passion and purpose and insight
Being and becoming echoes true light
Leon Enriquez
15 Mar 2014
Singapore
Had I not stopped
to help the fallen rise
to whisper in a crowd
I am here, alone.
Perhaps I would have caught that bus
reclaimed the voice of passion
defied the cadence of that “distant drummer”
fled not into the valley of failures folly.
And yet I stand erect
untamed by calloused hands
proudly patched and mended
dirt covered and sun tinted.
Proud, yes proud, to don this uniform
present myself, report for duty
for I was never broken.
I have absorbed life’s lessons.
It’s pain, passion, and joy
Still stop…
To help the fallen rise
To whisper in a crowd
…I am here, alone.
©6/29/2021
A broken person Poetry Contest
Faraz Ajmal - sponsor
Whatever woes betide;
(And let cynics exhaust all they have to say)
Hard work shall be my pride,
For I know someday it shall pay.
I know that great enterprises are not for all,
And that the crown does not belong to losers;
I know that victory does not easily come,
That you cannot expect the Pharisees to adore Jesus,
And that East and West can never be bedfellows.
I intend to be the first
Where honest and virtuous deeds are fronted.
And after all is done and I'm back to dust,
I want both men and women to say,
That I did all a mortal could in my day.
And may the Father who all knows,
Pardon all my folly and flaws,
And grant me His eternal mercy,
And welcome me in His golden abode.
Though I am but an ember in the wind,
my life so fleeting - to the Lord Most High.
He still sees me, He surely is El Roi,
and grants me both his mercy and reprieve.
Though Alpha and Omega, Jehovah,
my sins, He bore, upon a rugged Cross.
For His Son, Christ Jesus, paid price in full,
and trampled grave and serpent underfoot.
So may I never boast in naught but Christ,
or folly, or groan, with God's living breath.
No! Let the Prince of Peace, good Shepherd me,
for all that I am, is through Christ alone.
So temper now my head to a new song,
where you're e'er with me, and e'er will belong.
Poem of the day
05/16/2026.
'Blessed be the Name of the Lord'