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5/17/22
Always they scheme
And obsess over memes
Opportunity is there and then it melts like ice cream
I haven't been getting closer to my dreams
Crossed many streams
Climbed a mountain top so I could scream
As well as let off steam
Then I went to the extreme
In order to overthrow those that claim to be
The ones that reign supreme
These days it's all the same to me
Obsessed with those on a throne
Time has shown
People often drone
Being the first to throw a stone
Yet only made of flesh, blood and bone
Let it be known
Worldwide, not just in a peculiar zone
It's the lamest
They remain fixed
Still on the same
F*** all y'all racists and rapists
Soon an acid rain hits
Never will be able to tame this
You do or don't get the main gist
Highly dangerous
One of the strangest
A life rife with torment and anguish
Find out if it's true
Finish you
While barehanded or with chemical agents
So that you vanquish
It's honestly
Just another cacophony
Stepping cautiously
Something is off to me
Often the subject is touchy
Why must we
Constantly dispute across the country
I got my hands bloody
Dug deep getting muddy
Lost several buddies
Continued to study
Very far from happy-go-lucky
Always in my own world, like it's just me
Sometimes it turned funky
Then nutty
And ugly
Once in a while I ate Barramundi
Nearly every day I traveled a road that was bumpy
Remained in a coventry
With animals as my only company
Including bumblebees
Suddenly
It all changed by those partaking in gluttony
Caught up on always pulling strings and puppetry
A cycle of redundancy
The Riddle
We live separate lives: one when we’re awake, which is
the one in which the devil partakes and to whom we pay our dues,
and the other is when we’re asleep, where we pray God to rest
our souls in peaceful bliss, as we exit reality and enter dreamland
or vice versa, depending on one’s beliefs, superstitions, or perspective.
And while in the latter, I conjured up myself eating in a soup kitchen
when I overheard one person say to another, in a convincing, intellectual way,
“Don’t feed ‘em too much, or else they’ll get fat and lazy,
but the chickens, let ‘em get fat: that’ll make for a better broth.”
Naturally, fat, lazy, farm-raised chickens make for a better broth,
and so I looked at my reflection in the window and conjectured
that it couldn’t be me they were referring to in this establishment.
And that was the gist of what I could remember when I awoke, but I
could hear the devil laughing because I didn’t understand the riddle.
Write as you please
Of words that tell;
Draft a fond lease
As verse now dwells.
Lyric and sound
Sparkle and shine;
Each moment grounds
Deep feelings fine.
Touch has a way
To move your heart;
Live well this day
As love frames art.
Each to a task
That moves with change;
If you but ask
Of something strange.
Mind that fine gist
Of happy cheer;
Start with a list
Of joy right here.
Content is he
Who dares fond fest;
Happy can be
In-sync with quest.
Go on your way
To be set free;
Love marks each day
With precious sprees.
Leon Enriquez
26 November 2017
Singapore
The mind eternal lies before us always.
Less pure in tone, we come to it drenched with life;
Fearless companion in our hour of days.
A purity not withstanding breadth of knife.
Away! Away! succubus death,
much less a breach than I.
How many not mislaid in breath,
In priceless toll, said duty to be paid.
No field of honored memories
they preach without belie.
Captured each, and each with closed fist shouting;
Me or not, Cold or hot, we stand between as choice;
all for desperate screams grown silent.
Pastoral in the presence, of one solitary voice,
Whose form of words so hesitantly mouthing.
Whence came we witness to the stream.
Whose eyes are these that hold our field a-view?
Memories whose touch a solid scream;
Form ignored and glory gored of few.
We are not the man.
No animal or simple word defined.
We pause, we pleasure, we perform,
With speck, and all our mind deform;
Our fingers will one day unfold.
Our torrid tortured tale be told.
Yours, mine, ours,
Drumroll spam-like dance,
Become the gist of one more fist
To smash against the sand.
Without pause to the revolving season,
I put a stop to the concurrent words here.
I wish to have you many a cue like reason,
Jokingly, that puts out my lonely cheer.
The beauty of words sent me colors;
I listened to its combination inwardly,
Guzzled many like drinks unto guzzlers,
Without cough, in haste, so outwardly.
My gazes went so thin to its slender;
I bound the so-called cheerful fun,
And a pause cleared my able splendor,
Making the summer seem autumn.
In all the slightest nod, I form the face—
I mean the face of life in peering clay.
I began to draw my paint in dotted trace,
Challenging to outlive the flames of play.
Then I discovered the sun’s ray cannot;
In my first instance, I do chin and scream.
But it withstands not my eyes’ winks’ lot,
Flowing, dripped, jammed—my share ream.
Above toast rest the flames of sweet roast,
I supposed—maybe—but for care, you think.
Don’t mention later, during this twin coast;
North could peck down the valley with thy wink.
And lay you young in the foaming rock,
Just like aches of hope over first moment,
Checking through the tick of distance clock
For good guard gearing given abatement.
The faded image touched my dreaming lips;
Yet from it I sip, close my flips, and sing.
Though the saliva wets my cracking ribs,
Making out tempo of great tune—its cling.
Bottom trouble
Is to follow up;
I mean the beat—
Yes, also the rhythm.
Maybe I fumble
And can’t chin up,
Going to feat
Into logarithm.
Freestyle is key,
Style with choice.
It isn’t easy—
No, not at all.
That’s if you agree
In your own voice,
And stop being sleazy,
That you will fall.
The choir taught I want to sing,
But I have come to catch hearts.
Being a royal head may make king,
But photographs can’t make images art.
I am so sorry;
I should have told them
What I cared for—
Like truly being sincere.
Don’t care to make a story,
Or to watch and condemn,
But to explore to the core,
Though not in one sphere.
Owing to the view of this gist,
Don’t cast more than enough into memory’s mist.
But if you can teach me to find the line,
And the rhythm to make songs really fine,
Contact me @gmail.com slash slaughter;
Then I would find no difference betwixt mirror and water.
Start life's puzzling stream,
End will come like dream.
Go travel the stars,
Reach fond sights on par.
Heed the rainbow light,
Gain that fabled sight.
Look to moments near
For joy and good cheer.
Listen to the rhyme
Reason seeds in time.
Haiku fragment shows
A moment of flow.
Sense verse seed outcomes:
Touch reveals fond psalm.
Heed then my darling:
Metaphors life flings.
Love means many things,
Hope and faith greet spring.
We have come thus far:
Wishing on a star.
Feel touching kiss fire
Soul's sacred attire.
Here for a brief while,
Learn to style fond smiles.
Peace and love attract
Joys that zest now facts.
Journey far or near,
Live fond calling here.
Echoes in the mist
Hint ascend in gist.
Love calls out to you:
Live in all you do.
Leon Enriquez
26 April 2015
Singapore
Induced Interludes
Twilight disrobes a soundless star
It claims some gentler theme from me
Caught lingering in a unified bestilled embrace
Beneath a unique spotlight of its gleaming afterglow
gently now, gently
thus footprints bare none
alight butterfly rest on a finger
spilled words occasions the breeze
the gist of me shadows alongside jaguars
Morning star glint after dawns flow
Challenge arranges yet another measure
An opportune solemn hymn ingratiates breaths
Stages of a day follow blissfully edge to edge quietly
gently now, gently
a better course grace me
fingertip traces a fashioned grin
a made verse set rhythmically whispers
a softly caressed infant coos towards silence
Sunsets a mimed score entertains
Review disciplined superbly portrayed
Persuades descending rays an eyeful adieu
Nightwings greet dusk, whorls up into absence
gently now, gently
ebb star pivots another
penitent pose cradles prayers
pointed at fingers in lieu of sheeps
eyes seals behind dreams, genteel cast...
We the People
By Franklin Price
03/20/2020
We the people of this great USA
Are facing Coronavirus today
Coming together by staying away
Stops the transmission, holds infection at bay
If you must go to obtain any needs
Wash your hands often, that's where virus breeds
Cough in your elbow, keep it contained
Shaking hands with another, should now be refrained
Believe in the system, it still is the same
Must adapt to conditions, to play a smart game
This is not Armageddon, matters not what you think
This is not the Titanic, going down in the drink
The stock market's falling, investors not cool
Profit takers, not smart, and are playing the fool
To sell in abandon, drives the whole market down
You hurt the economy, and look like a clown
Money's not all, it is not everything
To trade without thinking, a depression will bring
Will hurt this great country, it may even fall
To trade on a virus, is not smart at all
This could be the black plague, if we tried to ignore
Won't be very long, we can open the door
Return to what's normal, for you and for me
Just have some patience, and soon you will see
I could go on further, but this is the gist
Think for yourself, of the things I have missed
The tunnel's not dark, there is light at the end
Be smart in your thinking and actions my friend
If you appreciate what this has to say, please get it around to everyone you know, by any means you have available to you. We, the USA, and the world, need to work together to get through this without crashing everything.
Come to know truth with grace that shows,
Act that calm proof with health that glows.
Feel that pure surge as fancy frees,
Thrill in the urge of thoughts lovely.
Pregnant thoughts fill the common fare,
Live that pure thrill in simple cares.
Delight the heart with profound ease,
Dare then to start with precious peace.
Word ample play with work on cue,
Seize then this day where dreams come true.
Just work your list with faith and hope,
Style then the gist where action scopes.
Thought and deed forge a vibrant will,
Beyond the gorge, seek your grand fill.
Leon Enriquez
14 March 2016
Singapore
I knew a poet in you, a long, long time ago
You used to be naïve, still the truest, I know.
I recalled, we bought a stand-fan, an item not in the list
$30 was unaffordable, almost a luxury for us, in the gist.
I got gallbladder stones, lots of math on surgery was on our note
We both were a student then. We were preparing to hit a long road.
You loved me when I am angry. You used to smile keeping your secret
Do you still do that now? Life is passing now at a fixed speed, targeted.
I still linger for your touch; too idiotic to mention it so late! And I had to know.
You were always so simple! Simplicity was a thing I longed for, could not grow.
You were too simple for a lavish moment to express feelings, too lonely a soul
Wandering why I am listing you? I assure you, it was never my intended goal.
You wanted me to open my eyes when we used to be intimate, I never could, so.
Forgotten life in closed eyes now, bleeds through a pen, saying,” Please! Let it go!”
I am looking at a poem now, a gift I wrote, so happy to finish my masterpiece!
Heard the news of the death of a reader today! So, left it there! Yours are all this!
7-25-2019
Writing Challenge 3, July 2019 - List
Dear Heart