Long Glow Poems
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a silver sickle shape hangs, carved by divine hands
across the velvet bruise of the greyish sky
in two weeks, a chipped coin, smoothed by countless tides
reflecting a silver light that is not its own
but borrowed from a dazzling distant, fiery eye
a splinter shard, a fingernail clipped from heaven
so thin, it might slip with a soft sigh of the clouds
it drifts on, a pale boat, on an ocean of ink
carrying wishful whispers of forgotten dreams
and the quiet awful ache of long lonely hours
it paints the sleeping fields in shades of ghastly ghost
turning traditional trees to skeletal etchings
shining streams into mere ribbons of mercury
that coil and uncoil beneath its uncaring stare
shadows stretch, shifting with the deep breath of slumber
it has witnessed extensive empires rise and fall
lovers whisper warm winsome vows, at times un-kept
solitary souls stroll their painful paths alone
each step, a silent secret, unseen, unknown
echoed in the moon's indifferent gentle glow
a silent light, hung in the vast shrine of the sky
illuminating prayers of a dreaming heart
it waxes and wanes, a sure certain reminder
of the quiet ebb and flow, the spring and autumn
of the slow, sacred, preordained cycle of l
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A blazing fire is crackling its refrain
as I recall a love, perhaps not sane.
Beside this hearth you tenderly caressed
my body and we simmered; then we pressed
against each other. Heat was our domain!
My heart now pulses rhythm with a rain
which beats staccato on my window pane.
Torrential is the longing in my breast -
a blazing fire.
The warmth of your embraces soon would wane.
You left, but images have seared my brain. . .
like you in glow of dancing flames, undressed.
I wish with all my soul that I were blessed
to have you here again, for I remain
a blazing fire
A SPOONFUL OF SNOW
A spoonful of snow, just to glow
under dazzling sunshine.
Jolly Jack Frost marched fine
on snow-covered open meadow.
A spoonful of snow, just to glow.
Snow- flakes in white glamour
Mist in snowy armor.
Snowdrops glitter on shiny snow.
A spoonful of snow, just to glow
Your dreamy glance glistens.
Heart-throb! My heart listens.
Warm-Warmer-Warmest kiss to flow
12/04/17
HM
'STRAND SELECT 8' Contest by Brian Strand.
In the glow of your blue eyes,
A spark ignites the sky
With laughter, warmth and grace,
You light up every stage
Thank you for your gentle heart,
Inspiring me to play my part
Your smile’s a shooting star,
You have changed my life,
Just as you are
Dreams take flight with your warmth near,
You’ve embraced my dreams, and my tears,
And every time your spirit falls,
I’ll hold you close, ‘till you feel whole
I know I sought precaution,
Against all I could not understand
Yet you healed me as the blizzard,
Threatened to break me down
You stood still in the limelight,
And held a spotlight,
On what I thought were tears
I love you, I love you, I love you
And this is my song for you, dear
I run away from my problems,
Too scared to step onto the stage
I wrote my song for you,
Let it within your heart play
And you, spoke my words through,
Your smile, and eyes
I feel electrified,
By your words, so kind
You taught me to stand by,
All that I believe in,
And through your kindness, I am noticed,
A new me you created
I wrote this piece to say thank you,
In your kindness I’m alive
For the moments of love,
I am gratified
I feel like I’m an actress,
I speak my truths through your words
Within your eyes, there’s a comfort,
As you change my world
I will stand by, the spotlight,
And state my monologue tonight
I’m through with short “goodnights,”
To my fears I say “goodbye”
‘Cause together we change all laws,
Left unbroken
Unteach life’s wars,
Reignite integration
You have taught me to heal,
From what’s caused my erosion
Ascension derives from strengthened emotion,
You made me the girl I was meant to be,
And what’s played out on TV,
Is not all of you I remember, please
Let me state my case, with ease,
You set me free
I am through with short “goodnights,”
You have more than brought to life,
To my fears I say, “goodbye”
There is a plan that's hard to see,
By and by I learn to discern,
Sculpt as I can form and beauty.
I uncover what I must learn,
Discover rhymes when reason sleeps,
Here recover truth that I yearn.
Now space and time can feel so deep,
Truth can seem blur and thought so thin,
I find new chimes and come to grips.
Proof can cast slurs that slaps cold lymph,
I explore plots that forge a way,
Words can slant blur with outs and ins.
Emerge from pure thought in profound play,
Heart and soul spot a timeless sight,
Spirit inspires lot to wing each day.
Here trapped in thought we forsake light,
A path we take leads to a cell,
Each layered lot forfeits plain sight.
Man strives to make yet casts a spell,
Each soul's dark night brings madness deep,
Expose the fake and live quest well.
Walk to the light and end soul sleep,
Guardian angel comes forth to greet,
Look to clear sight to smile not weep.
Guardian angel: dear pathway star,
Help me each day to sense what's right,
Let love tangle with heart ajar.
Teach me to play with precious sight,
Let joy fit say to mould not mar,
Each moment's stay to feel delight.
Teach me to pray as I trek far,
Angel most dear let love live here,
Each night and day, a radiant star.
Let peace and cheer bless heart sincere,
May light and dark be twins that show,
Let love draw near to purge all fear.
Let soul fire spark in spirit glow,
Move sound heart free to see sure grace,
Love lights the dark as splendour grows.
Let true beauty spawn truth in place,
Let peace of mind now reveal ploys,
Angel I see your charming face.
I seek and find in hidden joys
My guardian kind in fond employ.
Leon Enriquez
17 Mar 2014
Singapore
Life building challenges
seemingly buried in oblivion chest
yet so vivid inside touched heart’s memory bank
resurrecting midst warm reunion testimony time
bursting out mixed feelings glow…
Before, tears of struggles drowned me
during my first months
as a volunteer orphanage Mom
persevering to take care of abandoned children
with devotion along God’s compassion I vowed to show…
Admitting reality-idealism conflicts
I had bouts with my spirit’s sacrifice-tenacity
over my carnality’s convenience-pull…
My soul is grateful to the Lord
Who with His mercy upheld my faith
preserving me to keep on pressing on…
thus, driving me serenely
to fulfill utmost best in building lives
so by His grace, I would persist
in my entrusted task with bliss.
Now, laughter of victorious sheer exuberance
constantly fills conversation
with children already grown-up
as they recall how I reared them…
making me bask in triumph by the Saviour’s love*.
*Romans 8:28 And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.
August 5, 2020
4th place, "Dusty Old Memories" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 8/6/2020.
Zest sparks a fest
Yield what works best
eXplore fine jest
Word a fond glow
Verse sanguine show
Urge primes sure flow
Touch a sure art
Seed a sure part
Rouse a good heart
Quest in sure time
Peace knows what rhymes
Opt for clear chimes
Note passion play,
Move what you say
Live well each day
Keep voice on wit
Joy keeps fine fit
Ink bit by bit
Health hurls fond keep
Grace feeds things deep
Feel thought and creed
Etch a fond stay
Deed a strong say
Charm words each day
Be all you can
Ask for a plan
Leon Enriquez
13 March 2015
Singapore
For every wayfarer,
Who gazes through
A veil of gloom.
Those who seek their name
In the countless
Distant points of white
In the firmament.
Leaving behind those bound by their names—
And those who descend
Into the glow of others.
Unable to face
Obscurity
Without closing their eyes.
"Why do wayfarers march
Across trampled grass?"
Reflecting my ignorance
As I continue on my path—
Cutting through the weeds,
Against an insistent wind
A part of me refuses to give in,
Only to crawl back.
A lingering memory calls out—
Unlike the moon,
Whose rays bless
An entire world
This star
Shines only upon me.
I remember a warm summer morning
With the sun shining bright in the sky
Its glow making stars out of specks of dust,
Floating in shadows as I walked by
To the kitchen where mum, already at toil
Was busily making fresh fare
The aroma of cakes and newly baked bread,
Permeating through the air
Big brother was at play in the garden,
Baby sister asleep in her pram
As I sat at the large kitchen table
To breakfast on warm toast and jam
When I had finished my delicious repast
I helped clear the dishes away,
Washing them clean in the Belfast sink
The like of which are sought after today
Mum put on my shoes and brushed my hair,
Then I joined big brother for play
And although years have past since I was but three
I remember as though yesterday.
Golden sunlight, soft and bright,
Filters gently, warm with light.
Through the branches, high and low,
Warming all the earth below.
Azaleas blush in pink and red,
Geraniums lift each vibrant head.
Roses whisper, petals wide,
Bottlebrush stands with crimson pride.
Rhododendrons in magenta hue,
Hydrangeas paint the world in blue.
Zinnias sparkle, bright cascades,
Marigolds glow in golden braids.
Star jasmines mist the air with fragrance,
Butterflies heed lantanas’ bright summons.
Ladybugs twirl, insects glide,
Nature’s rhythm sparks a smile.
The pool, a mirror in the light,
Cool and crisp—a shining sight.
I dip my feet, the world feels kind,
A grateful heart, a tranquil mind.