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Any leader who disturbs
the flow of water is a fake,
he'll change its course
to his own advantage
to burst in bizarre rage
and make the ground shake!
No child was more spoiled
than Pluto who lived
in a luxury, spacious palace,
where nothing was denied,
he roamed in it delighted by riches
and through wide and huge halls
a lazy son smeared
with excessive disgrace
became a derisive boy,
a glutton with easy concessions.
His mother Furies
who excuted vegeance,
spoiled him a lot,
he looks for meat
in a burning pot,
not releazing he left it
unattended to play the harp
staring at fileds stripped of crop!
Be clever than him,
don't let sheer vanity
be the reason of gluttony,
what is gathers is metal plated
with shimmeing gold;
it started with a silly whim.
Enimes has three powers
to punish vilains and criminals,
she did not attend to her child,
who become fat, truant and unsound!
Pluto, the spoiled child with an evil grin,
was honored with a cold planet,
no rain for abundat crops;
everything untouched by sunlight;
other planets have wonders,
this one has none in any given season!
The Girl Who Cried “Death”
The most special woman
To ever walk this world,
Well, she’s died quite young,
This, I am told.
For the ash in her breath
Echos screams, melts her death.
And her lover screams out loud,
But, I am told, she makes no sound.
For in the cracks between dreams,
She slips in between.
And no one can listen,
To her, so it seems.
Because who wants to be
With the Girl who Cried “Death?”
And can friends and family
Get a wide enough breadth?
Death has been her constant
Since she was a child.
And the whole village
Always thought her wicked and wild.
The clouds o’er head
Echoed her mind’s greatest dread.
That her single thread
That kept her most sane;
Death would take her love
Before her brain
Collapsed to the ground.
‘Mong the bees and the flies
And ‘mong the soil,
Watered fresh from the skies,
Buried ‘neath it, she lies.
For their Kings and their Queens
Up there on their thrones, they could tame
The mightiest of paws;
The most fearsome of game.
So that the winter plague,
Filled with Death and visions vague;
Destroyed even King
As he lost his loved Queen.
Soon winter won the game.
Now, she joins me in the Tower,
Watches bells toll the hour;
I cackle again, she has failed.
And upon the King’s breath
Fizzing out with the snow,
She gathers her robes
And she bent her head low.
And she screamed her last ails.
For he would go
To heaven, you see,
And she was left
All alone here with me.
Well, I guess they learned their lesson,
Because this time they didn’t listen,
To the girl who cried “Death.”
For she reaps what she sow.
But I’d never do that to her, do you see??
But Death flitters by, he doesn’t trust me.
As I join the Queens by and by,
Into their fresh tea,
They let out a loud cry.
I wonder if she can hear their last breath.
But I pray that she can’t
As Death’s curtain closes,
The Queens join hand,
As they throw Death’s white roses.
I take my nightly bow.
But what of that wild girl
Whom Death flits between?
And what of her lover?
So gentle, so sanguine?
She is safe from Death for now.
Well, this is not a story,
For that girl, she is me.
And her lover, well, she
Will remain a myst’ry.
But Death has her on his list;
Do you see?
It’s cemented and written
Just ‘bove her right brow.
In the forest where the sun beats
upon trees that have stood over time
Battered for years withstanding the elements
each season bringing a new look to the ever changing landscape
Becoming home to millions of birds and insects that thrive within
The ripening fruits of spring bring in nature's bounty
A feasting time, red clusters of ripe berries growing in the underbrush
As the mist rises , the sun breaks through branches in yellow lemon shades
The multitude of leaves become a natural camouflage for insects to survive
Eroded landscape, a reminder of eons that have passed
Dead limbs tell of a tortuous past , it's failure to thrive,
A place where man's footsteps once passed, stepped on, survived
Shaded areas, where moisture gathers, scrub and grasses overgrow
A place for hunters to lie in wait, amongst the green lush growth
As seasons ever change, this forest continues to thrive
Tuffs of grass, withered and dry, eroded hillsides carved away
Broken shale, where a blade of grass refuses to grow
A peaceful place that thrives all nature bestows.
so it seems you never asked my name
while the quiet storm felt the same
so it seems the offering is quite fitting
within the evening time and table sitting
so it seems the clouds moved yet again
allowing the misty horizons a soft rain
so it seems the mountains all stand still
during the peak hours the springs do spill
so it seems laughter grows over the shoulders
while the earths crust reshapes her boulders
so it seems the patience flows in spite
the moral timings of a summer night
so it seems the mind gathers all thought
during the jaded hours of love that's sought
so it seems you never asked my name
it's a pleasure to meet me all the same
so it seem the beginning shall soon past
as life began to open for me at last
I never knew a child like this would be possible.
It felt like I was the only person in the world that to her was not hostile.
She would stare so listlessly…
And I was devastated as I couldn’t rock her incessantly.
But the doctors from that time said she was normal-
I just wish she could speak her turmoil.
A child that hoards all this pain she can’t understand.
And even though she learned to stand-
She will always be regressing into herself as she is too old to hold my hand.
It is as if, with age, she gathers more to withstand.
And our connection becomes more apparent-
I am still a lost and lonely parent.
November, November, o how I remember,
how Starlight transformed me into a beautiful ember.
Light of the night shines when she’s near,
for she must not fear the coming of December.
The ways of her magic are inspiring and clear.
Long auburn hair with curls all over,
deep emerald eyes like a four-leaf clover.
Wings of satin flutter to meet her fairy mate.
Even though last time he drove her-
her way is quicker to meet up for the date.
Her pixie dust floats into far off seas,
it sprinkles and twinkles in the breeze
like moondust glimmering; softly glowing-
dwelling in a nest deep in the forest trees,
she gathers nourishing seeds for sowing.
O, Starlight my twinkle fairy, please always remember-
how you transformed me into a
beautiful ember in November.
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Date - October 31, 2019
Sponsor - Caren Krutsinger
Contest - November Twinkle Fairy
Cardinal and the Rose
As greyness dyes white clouds
When icy fingers rattle wind chimes of icicles
A shiver rustles still meadows of frost bouquets;
Through brittle gales that howl
Like exiled banshees
A tiny golden cardinal seeks
The last yellow rose of summer
That still blooms in shades of sunlight,
In hues of joyful perfume,
To catch her falling petals etched in sunbeams
As the solstice savage delirium casts them
Into the consuming crystal fire of frost;
Before they whither into forgetfulness
This tiny symbol of devotion
Gathers memories of warm afternoons
To line her winter nest with petals of hope
And the fragrance of joy for golden fledglings
As gilded buds return on new stems
To repeat the cardinal’s warbling song.
1-5-22
Contest: Cardinal and the Rose
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Ponder
The House That Remembered Fire
There is a house at the edge of my sleep
where the windows have forgotten
how to be windows.
They are wounds now,
stitched with moonlight,
looking out upon a field
of abandoned names.
Every night
the walls inhale.
Every morning
they exhale ghosts.
I know this place.
I have walked its hallways barefoot,
carrying a candle made from years
I could not survive twice.
The staircase climbs nowhere.
Still,
I climb.
At the top waits a room
filled with clocks.
Not one of them keeps time.
Instead,
they measure regret.
One ticks for every apology
that arrived too late.
One ticks for every hand
I should have held longer.
One ticks for the version of myself
buried beneath the rubble
of becoming.
Sometimes
I hear laughter behind the walls.
The kind that belongs
to people who have already forgiven me.
The kind that terrifies me most.
Outside,
winter kneels upon the earth
like a patient god.
Snow gathers in the footprints
of those who left.
The drifts grow deeper.
The footprints remain.
Then dawn arrives,
not as a sunrise,
but as a thief.
It steals the shadows
one by one.
The clocks fall silent.
The walls release their breath.
And for the first time,
the house remembers
it is only a house.
I open the door.
The field of abandoned names
has become a garden.
Beneath the thawing soil,
something impossible is stirring.
Not memory.
Not grief.
A seed.
And though I do not know
what will bloom,
I kneel beside it
as if hope
were the holiest thing
I have ever touched.
Feel how you feel when times seem tough,
Etch your sure form that knows just how;
Ink a clear deal that bears the rough,
Sense a calm norm that helps you now;
Treat your heart well with glimpse of hope,
Yes you can be that fragrance sure.
Ask to dare dwell on faith for scope,
Make what you see in vision pure;
Brave each frontier where mind meets heart,
Indulge love's quest as truth sparks clear;
Ease odd barriers with lively art,
Nurture true zest that spurs fine cheer;
Choice gathers more of poise that grows,
Effort moves store as voice now shows.
Leon Enriquez
25 September 2016
Singapore
Warm, fuelled and spent, in exhausted appreciation
Is this what we're heading for, since the dawn of creation
Head now bowed in thought, is this lusting wonderment
Does he know his spirits flowed, does he know he's heaven sent
He looks down on his captor, having chosen his darkened choice
To seduce this virgin white, having done, he's raised his voice
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Whilst she walks away she gathers, thoughts, her tattered shreds
Her silken robes of white, from the surface they are said
Will we ever know the outcome, of the virgin standing alarmed
Just who has seduced who, who has taken who's charm
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To the surface this ogre looks, this lustful fuelled night
Slowly he opens his eyes, from their dark, their brightly white
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