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She wakes me in the morning,
With a paw put in my face.
Then she starts meowing,
And runs all over the place.
She just cant wait for her can food,
For as hungry as shell be,
She waits until i get up,
But crawls all over me.
The sound of the can opening excites her,
It makes her taste buds go wild,
And as i put the can down,
I cant help but think i' have got a child.
She greets me at the door whenever i come home,
My house looks like a tornado hit,
For shes mad because i left her alone.
When I finally set down,
You can bet shes not far behind,
She climbs up into to my lap,
And gently she unwinds.
She gnaws her claws into me,
Yes it hurts just a bit,
But she is just a purring loud,
On the couch were we both sit.
When i finally go to bed,
She lies down by feet,
Then when the morning comes,
Shes up and ready to eat!!!!!!!!!!
Here and Now
Embrace being;
Sense becoming
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Know your heart,
Keep love true;
Joy tells on you
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Pain empties pocket
Failure tumbling down;
Broken heart in pieces
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Brief interlude
Eternity awaits;
Now and Here
~~~~~~~~~
Twin souls meet
Glimpses of fate;
Love greets beauty
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Sad countenance
Grief bleeds;
Sorrowful sculpture
~~~~~~~~~
Ending chapter,
Fresh start prompts;
New page awaits
~~~~~~~~~
Sanctuary here
Silence greets;
Stillness restores
~~~~~~~~~
Guardian Angel
Insight comes;
Aha! moment
~~~~~~~~~
Metamorphosis
Joy comes around;
Exfoliates gross
~~~~~~~~~
Rainy day
Wet and wild;
No birds sing
~~~~~~~~~
Old lake pavilion
Ancient echoes;
Mid-autumn whispers
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China glimpses
Tour memories return;
Old Yunnan tales
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Leon Enriquez
08 September 2016
Singapore
The Pies Are in the Oven (Smell)
The pies are in the oven. Oh!
Aroma greets my family,
Who rush downstairs with eyes aglow!
The pies are in the oven. Oh!
And Christmas cheer is sure to grow
When home smells like a bakery.
The pies are in the oven. Oh!
Aroma greets my family!
Joy
(The extra special sense)
What night of wonder most profound
When Mary bore her baby boy.
Celestial light! Angelic sound!
What night of wonder most profound.
And shepherds who were gathered round
God’s precious lamb were filled with joy.
What night of wonder most profound
When Mary bore her baby boy.
For PD's any Christmas Poem old/new Poetry Contest
The rising sun greets the undulating plains of Elbert County,
Painting the sky in splendid hues, revealing God's rich bounty!
The eternal star exposes the grandeur of Pikes Peak to the west.
A brilliant moon sinks behind the mount, ending its nocturnal quest!
A herd of antelope gambol and graze on a nearby knoll.
A graceful palomino mare trots 'long side her frisky foal.
Herds of sleek Angus cattle are scattered about the plain.
A majestic golden eagle soars above, surveying its vast domain!
A coyote lopes across the road on its morning hunt.
A fleet falcon swoops toward its prey in an aerobatic stunt!
A magnificent herd of elk peer at me from a nearby glade,
And yonder a beautiful vixen and her kits take their promenade!
Canadian geese alight in a shimmering pond just across the way.
Wild turkeys strut in a secluded copse, showy feathers on display!
Ravens preen, greeting the morn perched in a grove of aspen trees.
The gossamer mists on the lea will ere be swept away by the breeze.
That pleasant drive each morn affords time for profound introspection.
The ever-changing panorama exemplifies the Creator's pure perfection!
Ah! The splendor of God's munificent and glorious creation,
Will to me forever be of daily and uplifting inspiration!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Friday night arrives,
leaves me gasping for breath
as I try to compose myself
and answer the door.
Six foot two and dark brown hair
with doe brown eyes,
cleanly shaved and
the rest of him hidden
behind an armful of
the biggest most colorful
bunch of lilies I've seen and
a bottle of wine in the other.
He beams at me,
right eyebrow lifts as he greets me
best as he can with flowers in my back.
We pass through the kitchen
flowers placed aside in bowl of water,
glass of wine in hand,
as I finish.
I can feel his presence
warm against my neck
as he spins me around
to gaze into my eyes,
crushing my lips fervently.
Hands search deeper into my skin
pressing his longing towards me.
So long we have waited for this moment
a soldiers life taking him away from me
for months on end.
A powerful desire takes over
hurriedly he sweeps me off my feet
gathering my skirt
he makes me float on air.
Thumping heartbeats
vibrating against one another
as we mount the stairs to the bedroom.
He sets me back on my feet tenderly,
stroking my hair as if remembering,
burying his nose against my neck,
devouring its familiar fragrance,
he takes time to rediscover
familiar territory,
arousing his attention,
prepared to fulfill his role.
His duty to prepare for battle
to send his men in
to perform their duties
and get out as quickly as possible.
Allowing but one's entry
to safety, to ensure
humanity's existence as per orders.
Entwined together
our bodies fight for peace,
every emotion passes through us,
all those turbulent times
now surrendered,
misgivings forgotten,
months of love bundled
from two into one.
We create...
Silence here
Ancient giant tree;
Stillness guards
~~~~~~~~~
Temple bells sound
Call to prayer;
Devotees bow
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Psalms echo
Voice ancient hymns;
Sanskrit mantras hum
~~~~~~~~~
Friday clusters
Mindful congregation;
Prayer for peace
~~~~~~~~~
Seek then the way
Follow the path;
Sublime moments
~~~~~~~~~
Sand aesthetics
Zen garden motifs;
Stillness greets grace
~~~~~~~~~
Out in the woods
Song of nature;
Birdsong melody
~~~~~~~~~
Darkness descends
Evening echoes call;
Sleepy moon intervenes
~~~~~~~~~
Feel that feeling
Calm greets falling;
Dreamscapes sculpt
~~~~~~~~~
Seek just to know
Why you know;
Drop other things
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Leon Enriquez
29 July 2015
Singapore
Did our Age of Aquarius evaporate,
fail to regenerate,
to resonate,
fall too far short of what our parents
knew we should anticipate?
Free love could not sustain
weak non-violent resolutions against
whatever busyness was for.
Yet, if love invites synergy,
mutual gravity,
and creation evokes compassion's transregeneration,
how could love cost more than free?
How could co-redemption not invest everything
in learning how to cooperatively Be,
free of enslaving supremacist becoming,
free to come together
as ecological We?
Those who stop to count these costs of love,
look for ways to divest of co-investment,
ignoring Earth's mentoring economy
of light's photosynthetic comprehension,
of neutral's dark unconsciousness,
a fog bank evaporating
doubly unbinding timeless spaciousnest
patterned mystery
absent of color
flowing free love intention.
If Time's eternal unfolding presence is 0-dimensional,
and AnthroNature's bicameral perception i
s 2-dimensional line
and 4-dimensioned time
recreating bicameral form with function,
ego emerging from eco,
yang incarnating binomial yintegrity
reiterating communicating neuro-processors
borrow RNA's decomposing 3-space with 1-time prime bilateral dimensions,
equivalent seasons;
Shy winterish Uracil of Universal freely decomposing love
greets Cytosine's full summer-formed regeneration,
as objectives greet their past and future subjects;
while Adenine painlessly springs
for Guanine's lavishly com-posted integrative harvest,
as verbs form fractal-recycling nouns,
verbal con-science revolutions,
relearning Earth's organic language,
by echoing universal polypathic syntax.
Universal Anthro-cultural
verbal power of co-governance
becomes a Left-brained dominant and reductive tyrant,
an Emperor reified of clothes
to cool His naked Ego-thirst.
However,
when power remains integral within co-passionate
climatic health,
co-gravitational integrity of wealth,
synergetic uniting cooperatism,
then naked 1-power conjoins dark yin-time 0-rations,
shy bigendering romantic convex/concave camouflage,
re-birthing this post-millennial
gift-it-forward
Age of co-binary Aquarius.
While our friend and neighbor is spending a week away
we’ve been sitting her dog Angus…and walking him every day.
He and I awaken early…before the sun comes up
and when he sees me getting ready…he greets me like a pup.
My understanding of beauty is personal…I know what’s beautiful to me
but on our morning walks I’ve come to realize…we see the world differently.
While I find beauty in the moon, in the stars, in how the clouds move in the breeze
Angus finds his beauty in the the grass, in the bushes…in the trees.
Every now and then we pause together…you will find us standing there
enjoying the beauty of the jasmine as its aroma fills the air.
We may linger a moment and listen…to what sounds the morning brings
how the trees will whistle in the wind…how the night owl or mockingbird sings.
And though we briefly share this beauty…the aromas and the sounds
I still find most of my beauty in the heavens…while his is mostly on the ground.
Our relationship is symbiotic…Angus, the dog, and I
for when he stops to sniff the ground…I stop to view the sky.
Perhaps that’s why we’re both excited as we’re heading out the door
anticipating some beauty we’ve not seen or smelled before…
I used to think beauty was in the eye of the beholder…as that old saying goes
but Angus has happily shown me…
beauty
is also in the nose.
My world spins round
too fast most times
from Greek deep roots
on Black Sea ports
crossing Jordan's River
on Catherine's Great
trains meet sailboats
greeting sea planes
flying off to sports unknown
throughout Lake Odessa Highway.
Where Ottomans
blend Spanish matadors,
heroes for Earth's day
and night bleeds forth
a calvary of SunGod force
to please titillating whims
of Lake Odessa's middling class czarinas.
I can't go home again
to straight places never born.
My mind can wavey roam
and try to swim
and fly to where and what
and whom and why
we might have been
if we had built
a fine fair fortress
for peace that loves to rock
and sing sad songs
of what brilliant sights have been
in resilient Lake Odessa.
Instead of gangs
and clicky clacks
we learn monopolistic quacks
to flap and honk
like disturbed Canadian geese
Transubstand she ate
where great America
begins to end
through Lake Odessa's mean clean streets
Not too busy
self-righteous
sleep deprived
and deprogrammed lose to lose
to win our way
back home again
where Lake Odessa healthy meets
and wealthy greets
Love's polyamorous EarthMother role
as played by odysseys of We
writing comic operas
only eros kids can consensually see
was what Me loved
most secretly
in long lost Lake Odessa.
We need a better god for now
bringing peach tree jams
singing immortality
of love as healthy wise
Reframes lost unwealthy loves
to live in jesting jarring jokes
of honeyed sweet corn
thorn tested streets
tasting ancient salad Greeks
on shores of Lake Odessa.
We reunion back
to save each other
from what might have been
without sly rudders
Tipping posts from wu wei mothers
restoring crystal castle love
of unformed flows
that buzz with lifetime mystery
and retiring tours
that sag with straightline history
Spinning sprays
bewitching licking waves
lapping soft and sandy
on long gone sacred skies
of sanguine Lake Odessa.
November rains
Monsoon starts wet;
Nature redecorates
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Orchard Road stretch
Decked for Christmas;
Good for business
~~~~~~~~~
So sad this scandal
Funds embezzled;
Ego versus love
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Love works well
Yes you can tell;
Cash now casts spells
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Sound song and dance
Can mesmerise;
Glitzy paradise
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Once upon a tale
That gospel sway;
Now corruption steals
~~~~~~~~~
Sad, sad refrains
Pain comes to snort;
Empty counts gain
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Hollywood cheer
Baubles at Christmas;
Weary world in tears
~~~~~~~~~
Write words
Wave wins;
Wrong works
~~~~~~~~~
No matter what
Happens right now;
Love keeps loving
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Jolly greets holly
Year-end reasons;
Joyful blessings greet
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
15 November 2014
Singapore