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For a long time, he has lived comfortably in his cage.
Has everything he needs. Why go out?
One day, a Master opens the cage door;
wants to show him the world outside.
The bird too afraid, doesn't even attend to go out.
Hides in the corner. Hoping the Master doesn’t see him.
No other choice, it has to be force out.
The Master takes him in the shoulder.
Once outside, He is amaze with all the beauty around.
But wants to go back to his safe place.
He doesn’t really trust the Master yet.
The Master is patient, knows it will take time.
He has wings but he doesn’t know he can fly.
Little by little; pushed by the master.
For the first time, in a long time opens his wings.
Tries to fly but crash in the wall.
One day, he will fly high.
He will glide with the wind.
He will experience freedom.
He will say, thank you Master!
Two girls playing in the wood
Two girls at the bottom of the garden.
Two girls nieces of mine.
Two girls find something that frightens.
A skull with scars and silent dark cries.
The still lake erupts with a tide.
No wind and nowhere to hide.
The water claims back what's lost
Then calms the girls cries and teardrops.
Two girls found a natural force out there.
Two girls whose lives will always have to bear.
The evil they found in the face of the once been
They will never understand what it means.
Just be witness to what they should not have seen.
The spirits of the lake will remain cold.
From a massacre of centuries old.
The truth is buried out there.
The lake where no one should dare
To enter the realm of the untold.
The truth out there will never be told.
You grow so fast, already showing glimpse of awesome creativity
and transform discoveries from the industrious nature of your observations
so squat at my feet and raise your attentive head up high
to be equipped for this compulsory journey oh sweet creature of my seed.
My hands of your molding and chastisement
are already the processing engine of your refinement
my strong willed mind and love soaked heart
complete the stages as you hold steadfast
to the train I’ve prepared for you
Listen attentively as I perform this segment of my duties
and lets take a tour round the routes of wisdom
and gallivant the landscape of experience
while I pedal your feet and smoothen your soles
Seasoned flavored virtues are an armour through which
life’s shots are overcomed
and a colourful behaviour becomes a saviour in times of need
Labor not your whole life in chasing vapour
for out of vigour, flour is made from wheat,
Bread from flour, but all for a time of enjoyment and satisfaction
Guilty syndrome is exhibited when a person answers unasked questions
and don’t force out jokes from your head
or else people will think your sense of humor is on a life support
Sunset is no accuse for the clock to stop running ad infinitum
thus, an excuse is like a punctured umbrella
it’ll still not stop the invasion of raindrops
Your natural desires are borderless, but your ability
to strongly control them is what makes you distinct
from other species in the animal kingdom
Love has no prefix, suffix or adjective
it is what it is and as powerful as
causing natural instincts to be abdicated in favour of kindness
just for the carnivore to embrace abstinence.
He who begins a tale becomes its reference
don’t say what you cannot defend in court
rumour is a bad odour which spreads beyond the neighbourhood
and puts a noisy siren on your personality
Bad companionship will lead you to the garbage
and corrupt friends will join others
to marvel at the immortality of your adopted stupidity
Wash your face every morning with these words
and take your every meal with these lines
then would they be spices
to which your life is preserved.
Stop China abuse
Chinese are welcome
In Africa
I wonder what good
It is for Africa
This their sudden friendship
Looks strange
Cos they smile
When they came to Africa
But angry at us when
They see Africans in china
Is really horrible
To be black in china
It isolation is insane
Now it has gotten to
The height of racism
Were all black are forced
To quarantine
Force out of their homes
Hotels and any of their
Available accommodation
Same Chinese who
Smiles in Africa
Here you see
We are not their friends
Is obvious they love
Our mineral resources
But never we the people
In china still today
Africans are homeless
Sleeping on the street
Of china capital
Not cos they can't
Afford a home
But no black is
Allowed accommodation
What a friend indeed
(Dedication: For Tiaua M Ioane)
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Here on this earth each soul must walk
From time of birth until death stalks.
Each day hurls forth with stress and strain
As we go north and face each pain.
No matter how or why or when,
Each must face now as brave we can.
Hurts and dis-ease block stumbling ways,
Yet seek true peace despite harsh days.
Cancer seeds near waiting to choke,
Let grace now clear waste that stress yokes.
When pain flings fear, be not afraid,
Let faith see clear to face each dread.
Our weary days bring out our best
If we but stay our heart's true quest.
Carcinogens abound right now
Yet contingent upon fear's plow.
Do not despair when pain and stress
Restrict sure air yet dare court zest.
Each man must face the tides of fate,
Greet time and space through sultry gates.
All more reason to live your terms
Dare face treason and dare fight germs.
Do not give up no matter what,
Fill your own cup with love and art.
Style your own poise with cheery heart,
Grace funds your choice as soul imparts.
When pain attacks your body parts,
Let faith not slack what feelings start.
Go forward now with happy feel,
Cheer heals somehow with fond goodwill.
Dare to live then despite your pains,
Survive bleak trends that surge in vain.
Be still and know sure miracle:
Your true heart shows brave spectacle.
When chips are down, fashion a smile,
You need not frown but live great style.
Life is unfair to one and all,
Do not despair but bear with gall.
Read and align with laughter fond,
Jest and wit sign, cancer absconds!
Laugh at your pain, laugh till it hurts,
Laugh once again to force out dirt.
Let peace abide to bring new light,
Keep love inside to bloom new sights.
Around the bend, see rainbow days
When soul attends true light that stays.
Till then, be brave and live each day
With love that saves the best for play.
Leon Enriquez
19 August 2014
Singapore
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An idea forms and your mind is on fire
Your fingers are itching to write
The eagerness builds, the excitement explodes –
Your heart and your soul are alight.
You drop everything. The moment is key!
You rush to your screen or your page.
Fingers on keyboard, pen in your hand
And you wait for the muse to engage.
Then… Nothing.
You stare at the page, lean back in your chair
Fingers on head, interlocking.
But mute and defiant the page stares right back.
Its blankness rebellious and mocking.
You jot down a word or two, force out a sentence,
Immediately rejected, deleted.
For ninety long minutes you take your best shot,
As each futile attempt is repeated.
You’re beat, feeling drained with your chin on your chest;
No masterpiece written today.
After all that struggle you can’t even remember
What the great idea was anyway.
So admitting defeat, you stand up and stretch.
Trying desperately not to feel doleful.
Tomorrow awaits. Perhaps when you try,
Your writing won’t be quite as woeful.
Venice, Italy, is a crazy shamozzle of new and old
Where junk, graffiti, decay, stunning beauty,
history and culture poverty and opulence, all reside side by side, bobbing.
Water dominates the landscape, canals and waterways replace all the roads
Everything is carried by boat, food, people, garbage, produce, industrial supplies.
Ambulances, fire engines, delivery trucks and police cars are all replaced by boats.
The disorderly rusty ferries ply the waterways, jostling along with gondolas, magnificent polished wooden water taxis,
Occasionally the historic scene is ruined by modern fiber glass runabouts
with huge outboard motors completely out of place.
Next comes barges with cranes, garbage collecting boats, delivery and construction supply boats, and the many service vehicles.
Grab a table beside the canals and watch the parade of boats old and new jostle and bobble on by.
Walk through the tiny crowded streets and enjoy the kaleidoscope of people of many cultures enjoying themselves.
There are many surprises. Tiny shops with feet in large glass tanks being cleaner by fish.
Everywhere there are places to explore and things to enjoy.
Looming off in the distance you may see huge cruise liners dwarfing the buildings,
These vessels are seemingly populated by ants, as the ships are so big.
The ancient church bells in Venice chime as the ships depart arrive and depart, in homage to the new god of tourism.
The Palace art is simply overwhelming, overloading your senses.
Ancient art is everywhere and often ignored.
Venice is beautiful, but one gets the impression that all the photographs taken in Venice
are gradually sucking out the life force out of the structures, hastening their decay.
There are so many dimensions and experiences, places to explore that you never get tired of Venice.
The more times you visit the better you will like it and the more you will find to do and see.
You have to laugh and ignore the hassles, the jostling crowds, the regimented crowded ferry system,
the pushing and shoving of the crowds in the tiny streets,
simply laugh and have fun.
Venice is crazy, nice, with diverse multi-faceted attractions and lots of things to do.
You will love it!
Venice Trice is Nice.
A long those dark, dank corridors underneath the earth, an anomaly is growing.
N ebulous in it's beginnings, an as yet unknown species prepares to arise
E longated in it's skeletal structure, slight and slender, they slither about
W ily in nature, these unique elusive creatures are prone to evade the light.
S linking about at night with iridescent, bold bright eyes, they warily
P eek and peer at people, pacing about in dark, dreary alleyways
E xamining interactions, obsessed in their observations, in order to
C onnect and draw upon human energy, like sophisticated sponges.
I ntent on leeching the life force out of human beings, these humanoids wish to
E merge and spike world leaders' drinks with explosive laxatives, thus
S triking and stalling them on their "thrones", subsequently taking over our world!
Written on 2/23/2016
The snatcher of a growing childhood
converting adolescent innocence to adult desperation
now wears trending covering of power and glamour
with mind blowing colours fading away from one wash
coming from a shredded past is this trapped thunder
having an attitude felt in different temperatures
and character molded by a thousand question marks.
An uncle by blood, a friend at heart
a heart which announces all kinds of delicious meals
but serves in actuality spicy foamy vomit
shows qualities seemingly classmates to humanity
but are wholesomely baptized in the dead sea
the chilling atmosphere is no camouflage for this freezing fire
bathed in his urine, yet now declared clean.
Time has grown beards and once again, their eyes meet
she's expected to kick the whistle for his fame to linger
his shadows, too weighty for this new image he carries
smiles manifesting with a lazy energy
knocking the head of every feminine soul
his moving up has considered these stains beautiful
with his sleeping crimes far from societal righteousness
whoever he has beaten, should be a celibate prostitute
and kick the whistle, never letting it reach the lips.
His sunflower is blue and honey, bitter
letting the world know this, translates to singing hymns to the dead
she stands her ground to open his history's black chamber
he's the criminal but the public stands as her poisonous jury
she chews this bone with rubber teeth but never stops
the truth unveils but to noisy ears
to let all know he's an adult born of a child.
He's tenacious but not on a jean underwear
one more little voice adds to force out a moving plant
the anthill is broken as they come out of all holes
one time preys now unforgiving predators
to show a personality as real as a neckless head
resting on boneless shoulders
the whistle has been blown rather than kicked
as justice and fairness become first cousins to life.
The wings of dream soar high
to capture the rainbow rapture,
wrapped with chromatic charisma,
weave the tapestry of seraphic life
with the hued ribbons of passion,
design the elemental latent lattice
of self-seeking fervent syndrome
that fails to force out fantasy haze,
lurking behind the cloud of delusion,
for it has hypnotic leverage of trance
to blow my mind away in the wind.
Wedged by the splitting bevel
of the slashing time of reality,
the frail fragments of failed entity,
I feel framed for the irresolute life,
dispersed deranged on the path,
fading in the horizon of nowhere,
not yet leading to the rainbow
that lies dismantled in the debris,
disappearing in the deep dark sky.
Aspiring to retrieve the derelict dreams,
I configure the rudiments of wings to fly.
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February 18, 2022
For Brian Strand's Premier Choice No 1188 Contest