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Don't shoot me down.
Don't start to frown,
It's past my pay grade.
I'm just Her messenger.
QueenMother DNA
has Her final
non-violent first say.
She's polypathic
and gracefully green.
Love's systemic polyphonics,
math paths I've never zero-seen
or heard tell of polynomials
"Green refines great healthy bits of change,"
She ecologically gloats
then quietly WinWin votes
for dipolar ZeroZone ranges.
What's your ZeroSum
Ego/Eco binomial identity
worth to you?
A one-stick of bubbling zero-gum?
Plug and Play into the late great sacred Matriarchal,
Win +1.00 universal percent
balancing not not ZeroYin-Squared health
not quite so loss of Green
long-term
Red-Patriarchal.
Find yourself a WinWin multiculturing network
filled with webbed flow
paid-forward economies
thick as a nutritional MotherTree forest
restoring justice to night-owl wisdom clerks
Calculating Whole Open System nests
warm wet womb nurturing life
loving ZeroSum positive/negative
double-negative
regenerative v degenerative
asymmetric nature-spirits
nondual body-minds
binary
bilateral
bicameral hyphenated pest-nests
WinWin ready to influence health opinions
and nontrialistic wealth-choice feelings
sometimes more beautifully appealing
than ZeroZone revealing
Win/Lose retributive exchange dominions.
Your first heart beat
took place in My ZeroZone womb,
warm and swimmingly wet,
breathing in ego-shaping
positive polypathic potential identity
to breathe out into My eco-storied future
integrity of Earth's revolutioning
4D ElderRight sacred regenerative dominance
greets 4D Left ZeroSum deducing
inductive focal-tacit
explicating formed experience
framed memories
implicating effluent holistic
Open Systemic
open sesame
open urgent
pregnant time for 2020
ZeroSum home and business delivery
Polynomial Ego-One
equals Eco-ZeroZone
not not polynomial geometric
asymmetric positive balance
as breathing in natural left embodied
predicts further WinWin ecopolitics
breathing out spiritual ElderRight
Matriarchal experience
of green Earth's non-sectarian
not not ZeroSum healthy pasts
for wealthy futures.
Don't shoot me down.
Don't start to frown,
It's past my not not ZeroSum pay grade.
I'm just HerIntegrity's potential messenger.
Cancel Culture, Black Lives Matter,
Me too movement, Gay rights too,
Social media so much chatter
Have a gripe, just join the queue.
Pro-choice stalwarts, pro-life hawks,
Farm to table, Save the earth,
A world of slogans, countless squawks
A new cause daily sees it's birth.
Sound bites matter, the Media gloats,
Politicians scramble to take the stage,
Armed with purpose and ready quotes.
Often glib and rarely sage.
Where is reason, quiet thought.
Before action and verbal storm,
Popularity not earned but bought,
Measured now by Twitter swarm.
And as to us the silent mass
Forging lives amidst this din,
As we wade through this morass
To crack a smile is no great sin.
An old moral of the sea
Is avoid that siren's song,
Look away and simply be,
Then far less may just go wrong.
Yes I can tell that action sells;
Now cast a spell just where thought dwells.
Yes I can see that passion flings;
Now let things be what time will bring.
Yes I can feel that purpose hurls;
Now let time heal what burdens swirl.
Yes I can sense that presence here;
Now free from tense, just swallow cheer.
Yes I can float away in dreams;
Now harshness gloats to taunt my schemes.
Yes I can stay upon the way;
Now stretch and play in rhymes that stray.
Yes I know why drama is blind;
Now hear sad cries that seek true finds.
Leon Enriquez
09 December 2014
Singapore
Fondle fine flame
Nurture nice name
Speak sultry sway
Wise words work way
Feel fragrance free
Sanguine sight sees
Dream dizzy dance
Cheer crazy chance
Feisty form floats
Guilty gaze gloats
Niche naughty nice
Seize sizzling spice
Big blossoms blind
Know keepsakes kind
Watch wonder walk
Subtle sounds stalk
Think touching thoughts
Ply poignant plot
Chase curvy craze
Dance distant daze
Mind motions mull
Cream crafty cull
Looks lifting loft
Stillness sounds soft
Soul slumber sweeps
Daze dazzles deep
Dance deep delight
Sense sublime sights
Leon Enriquez
29 June 2016
Singapore
grief lies on my back
pinning me to the bed
I am exhausted by her
she is a master manipulator
she follows me to the bathroom
in the mirror I see my father’s face
I have his chin, eyes, hair and bad teeth
grief gloats
she hits me whenever and wherever she wants
is this the fifth?
she hits me more than usual on November 5th
Daddy’s death date
Leave me alone, I yell
I splash water on my face
she waits for me in the bedroom
the first thing I see in there is Daddy’s red plaid shirt
grief is still in charge
not all the time, but often enough
I crawl back into bed,
she has won again
Though your eyes may not see it
when you look at me;
I am a child at heart.
Into my Crayola box of colors
I dive and dance;
my crayons, my best buds, shout,
“Pick me…pick me!”
I can’t decide and close
my eyes and grab one;
how it haughtily gloats upon the
page I am coloring.
I get excited when I color;
my crayon shouts,
“Don’t squeeze me so hard!”
I nearly drop it; I wasn’t expecting that;
crayons don’t usually protest.
When I am finished, there’ll be
jealous crayons who weren’t picked but,
I tell them, another picture is for you;
and they calm down.
Coloring releases my muse to play.
Children laugh when I tell them about
my competitive crayons;
It inspires them to color-dance
along with us.
2-4-19
ghostly bones lie in wait in the swamp of New Orleans
the plantation home understands their keening and wailing
who else hears? is there anyone left to mourn for them?
the wind rustles the cattails, mosquitos are rallying
murder city, some call this place; especially the sign readers
occasionally visitors will pay the price by being inquisitive
some leave; others are condemned to stay with the others
the house gloats at the demonic powers of her land
girl in white sits in the reeds, watching the visitors
making decisions as to whether she will release them or not
she was the first victim of the killer who lived here in 1903
today’s visitor has lovely blonde hair, she always was jealous of this.
Observe fond flair where joy flings cheer,
Note then the grace that floods fine feel.
Blessings fill air with affluence here,
Etch in this space grand times that thrill;
Insight knows well the pulse laid plain,
Now let thoughts come with mind that sees;
Glimpse vivid tell in ample gain.
Abide grand sums in sheer beauty,
Wise then grand fate where blossoms bloom;
Exult the pace as manners cue,
Sight of wide gates as hope fills room;
Outlive the space in timely dues,
Meet motive surge where laughter gloats,
Emerge with urge in zesty float.
Leon Enriquez
18 September 2016
Singapore
Stoked and stirred up, fire flares,
If provoked, cobra scares,
Hurt by loss of glory,
Startled, beasts show fury,
Goaded, ego gloats in thin airs.
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Translation |11.01.2025| ego, self, fire, snake/cobra
Poet’s note: Sanskrit has thousands of verses of wisdom called Subhashhitam. Ego identifies with (lower) self--man, bird or beast. If hurt, it reacts. When stoked fire flares. If provoked, cobra tries to scare. So does human ego. The transliteration of the Sanskrit verse follows:
Jvalati chalite indhana agnih,
vi-prakrtah pannagah phanaam kurute |
Praayah sve mahimaanam kshobhaat
prati-padyanta jantavah || 218 ||
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