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Chapter I
Part II: Power and emptiness
Mariah of Magdala!
Opulent woman yet juvenile
Did your 'hood' bestow upon you such affluence?
Look how youthful you are
Flawless beauty with an enchanting aroma
Like a spring in the wilderness
Of apparent mint breadth of solace,
Your velvet skin, Maria, of such cottony
How do you make your even delicate body soft, Mariah?
They make figures stick like Sahara honey on your sheath
Your eyes Mariah of Magdala
They see through a soul-like infinite
They see the pain and confuse them with pleasure
A short, well-lived excitement.
Where did you get those sharp milky teeth?
Well separated neatly arranged ages
Like a perfect green cob for export
Your Mona Lisa smile Mariah of Magdala
They make your face like the goddess
Did the same maker who created other women create you?
How biased?
For the best, you gained
Of perfect Eden plump on the season after another
They say thy fruits are the sweetest
We have the best adage than yours Mariah
Yet men threw stones at yours
They sneaked with weapons
Some dug deep holes ensuring no ending harvest
Some made wings with baskets
While others became your best of friends yet foes
Some were witty and gave you toxic cherry
Just for a piece of your pie
To have fruitage where they ever so desired
Each left with a piece of sweet melody
Their half-filled hearts thirsted
They longed to come back sooner than they had left
They fought among themselves
Did they slay for your Eden Mariah of Magdala?
Mariah of Magdala!
How did it feel to let them in one after another?
Did they hurt you? Did they make you happy?
Did it convey completeness to thy thirsting soul?
To see the sons of women destroying each other for you
Was it pleasurable?
Oh! Mariah of Magdala
Piece by piece they took off your humanity
Did they neglect you when you needed them most?
Did someone hurt your childhood?
Did they trade you for generational wealth, Mariah of Magdala?
Or did they curse you for the cleansing ceremony?
For that which made you this cardinal
Must celebrate in a cheer of win.
Our God is bountiful because the dove alights,
saturates, as if oiling our joints, softening the countenance,
our hands and feet that bear our cross.
My God bestows gifts, different than silver and gold,
yet worth more than those, more than pearls;
friendships gained, souls won.
My God sees all my troubles and sorrow. Compassionate,
protector, deliverer, footprints in the sand.
Promises are made that the churl will find no bounty,
the vile no penance when the reaper comes.
But our God prepares a table in their presence.
At our feet, a bounty of golden streets,
the fruitage of the tree of life, the glory glory glory
chorus of God’s throne.
Like the milk and honey of the earth’s breast,
are God’s provisions. Like a rock, out of which
water rushes, in the nick of time.
Peace like a river, overflows in harm’s way.
He spurs his angels, heavenly
and in the form of friends, oftentimes
gifts a serendipitous glue.
Liberal in bestowing gifts
Liberal in bestowing favor
Plumage of petals, morningtide chirping,
ebb and flow of pink sand and turquoise sea.
The bishop of our souls, the Savior-son,
the sacrificial provision of torn flesh and blood,
the cruel bounty that bestows beauty for ashes,
gladness in place of mourning;
instead of despair, the apparel of praise.
Our God is bountiful because…
Our Bountiful God Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
10/26/2020
night market! a juggle of flavors
succulent and citrusy with
pears pumpkins peaches inflamed
and clothed in sweetened rinds like
watercolors of tangerine and mauve...
stems dipped in waters of tender sun
flesh touching flesh,
nectar glazing bronze on squirts turned into nectar,
into savory brine... then to wiggle
upon a harvest filling
quilted baskets sucked and chewed: beaded
globules, bulbs rippling in own honeyed pools,
tangy fruitage which bears the ripest of ovules
lacing the tongue ambrosial. tangy...
and ladies like rush home with flushed romance
in their heads
with piles of delicacies bending swirling
on their ample chests
to taste the liquid radiant syrup
of eve's craving for a night lovers' feast.
For Debbie Guzzi's Just A Little Bit Of Sugar
2/22/2017
Our gardeners planted seeds in a box
And got a garden.
They watered that garden
And got an orchard.
They cultivated that orchard,
And got a forest.
A forest of beautiful men and women,
Of all walks of life.
Some tall, some short,
Some light, some dark,
Some fruitful and generous,
Others austere.
But through all the toil,
The gardeners,the cultivators
Continued to prune,
To refine even the smallest of trees.
Like a mother and child
Even when things got tough
Like overtime with no pay,
They got their reward.
They got their fruitage
From the very garden they watered,
The very orchard they cultivated.
We have been given a foundation
To build upon
And we took to it.
Sank our roots deep
And stretched our leaves high.
Foundations that will not crumble
When exposed to the elements.
Nor will they give out
In times of need.
We remember it like it was yesterday
We were fresh seeds in gilded soil
Ready to take on the world
With smiling masks on our faces.
But within an unseen struggle commenced.
A battle to separate the wheat from the weeds
The men from the mice.
The runners from the crawlers.
To prove that we have what it takes
To hold our own and emerge
From the darkness of virgin minds
And blissful ignorance.
So here we are - the wheat,
The men and women,
Ready to walk out that door
And become your tomorrow.
Separately, we cannot cause a ripple,
But together, we can move the world.
Form:
Two young lovers
Seeing eye to eye;
Ecstatic romance
Promises made
Language of love;
Reality can be harsh
July sun-bathing
Local fruitage surprise:
Durians, mangosteens, rambutans!
Two yellow butterflies
Zigzagging flight path;
Bourgainvillea landing
Sweet nectar sip
Momentary focus;
Long haul to tall casuarina
Old banyan tree witness
School boy quarrels echo;
All gone away
Time passes quickly
So many ambitious kids;
Now preside over meetings
Old school mates
Chance encounter;
Discuss happenings
Witty old father checks
Vivacious mother tags;
Facebook excursions
Fancy smart phones
Tablets for dummies;
Slow learning curve
Purple flowers
Creeping vines on fence;
Morning salutation
Morning Glory flowers
Here at dawn;
Gone by dusk
Leon Enriquez
23 July 2014
Singapore
Joy wears a smile with hidden glow,
Opt faith and hope to live your quest;
Yield cheer that styles a profound flow,
Frame happy scope where act works best;
Urge peace to sum your story here,
Live your best face through trials that burn.
Voice wise outcome beyond strange fear,
Art in pure grace as harsh tides turn;
Note how love brings a certain cause,
Glimpse waves of light that fashion grounds;
Use each new fling through healthy pause,
Apt colours sight where truth is found;
Reap in due time fruitage most grand,
Dance windy chimes right here my friend.
Leon Enriquez
02 April 2018
Singapore
More
As the bindings of morality
Become looser every day
Every adult, every youngster
Is seduced to have his way
Inhibitions once had merits
The lack of them was to one’s cost
But the change of times now teaches
That those virtues are best tossed
As we watch how mores and cultures
Overwhelmingly decline
One should actually start to wonder
’How has this affected mine?’
For a human without culture
Without values, without belief
Keeps on living with abandon
All he’ll reap is woe and grief
Though the harvest of this fruitage
Shows there is a lot to mend
Still a virtuous opinion
Will most certainly offend
For all evil now gives pleasure
Who would dare to make it stop?
We’re like greedy children sucking
On a poisoned lollipop
And the damage is so obvious
But we cowardly ignore
For we revel in excesses
And we keep on craving more.
Wendy Nipas
Journey Journal Page
ON A BAD DAY
By Leon Enriquez
To know the way
True purpose seek
As truth now plays
When vision peaks
Pique your own think
In fruitage ripe
The right verge brink
Hides in sad gripe
~~~~~~~~~
When people see you
In a bad light
Unleash and do
What creates right
In tint and hue
Your true colours
Paint and mint cues
In pure flavours
~~~~~~~~~
Your hue and cry
Creates new sights
For as you try
You find the light
When abuse surge
Upon your way
Glimpse your fond urge
Within fair play
~~~~~~~~~
Your wounds you hide
As you bear hate
Bury vain pride
Dare live your fate
They now conspire
To bring you down
To curb your fire
To cluster frowns
~~~~~~~~~
They say bad things
And point fingers
With words stifling
In harsh plunder
They smear your name
With plain malice
Put you to blame
In vile short list
~~~~~~~~~
They take you out
As vain pride cuts
With petty shouts
In messy rut
Here and there feel
Your fear ooze tears
To crush goodwill
As gall draws near
~~~~~~~~~
Here lies odd fate
As people hurt
Your placid state
With heaps of dirt
In caustic haste
They sculpt in blood
To render waste
As anguish floods
~~~~~~~~~
Look deep within
To your soul stage
To see unseen
Divine image
As you create
Your inner life
Sculpt your own fate
Beyond mad strife
~~~~~~~~~
Know then your peace
Lies in purpose
As poise knows lease
That you immerse
In the lost age
Fun-mirrors trace
Loss and vain rage
In time and space
~~~~~~~~~
Carry your heart
With faith and hope
For end and start
Live vibrant scope
Go deep within
To your soul core
To touch unseen
For love and more
~~~~~~~~~
Be at peace now
For faith knows hope
True love endows
To help you cope
The middle way
Offers pure choice
To live your stay
With vibrant voice
~~~~~~~~~
So style worthwhile
You focus here
Now frame fond smiles
As joy keeps cheer
The pain you feel
Tells of your fate
Put on goodwill
For love’s not late
~~~~~~~~~
On a bad day
Look deeper still
For dark times play
As light moves will
Do live your best
When times feel hard
Anchor your quest
Word verse dear bard
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
27 January 2024
Singapore
Love
is what you feel,
when God to you is real.
Joy
is, a feeling inside,
you,
cannot hide,
that rarely subsides.
Peace,
Will come over you,
When you have,
an overview,
Of God's purpose for you.
Patience
is needed by everyone,
to remove the sting,
of injustice,
and for God's will to be done.
Kindness
Is what you do,
when you perceive,
someone has a problem,
or a special need.
Goodness
is a quality that inspires the rest,
to be self-sacrificing,
and do their very best.
Faith
Is required to please God well,
when you have it,
he can tell.
Mildness
Conquers rage,
calms it down,
at every stage.
Helps you to,
turn the page.
Self Control
Is needed to keep us,
from harm,
It also helps us,
to keep,
sounding the alarm.
John Derek Hamilton October 25,2015
Memories are fickle things
They seem to love to torture
When you desperately just want to forget
Seems memory's fruitage is an orchard
They can seemingly come from anywhere
But they don't need to be regretted
They should still be remembered fondly
Not bemoaned, erased, or fretted
Because if memories were cheating
No one could be loyal
Just because something comes to mind
Doesn't mean your love is foiled
You can smell a smell or see a sight
Even hear a familiar tune
But none of thats a problem
Because he will still love you
So don't hate yourself for your memories
Your love's no passing fad
You can still be loyal to each other
And be grateful for what we had