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Close up,
one eye is pinned against the lens
of a freshly sweat-slickened microscope,
while the other eye winks;
equal in effort of support,
they strain to penetrate
the thickened surfaces of initial green,
finally revealing a sturdy complex
of slack-lipped pores.
Each industrial stomata
gaping as a gateway for gas exchange,
guarded
by pairs of protective cells
poised
to regulate the flow of air,
one after the other.
Swoosh of greater magnification exposes
the guardians, shaped like common kidney beans,
ridges and grooves of pigments
circling around like bubbles of starch,
migratory as morning mist.
Inside this plastid factory of synthesis,
even greener dots of color fill
the organelles,
powerhouses of observable DNA machinery
relentlessly persisting,
regardless of the shifting scale
of perspective
up Close.
Shark Week Serenade
It’s Shark Week—let the ocean roar,
A celebration through the tide,
I plunge where blue horizons soar
And let my fascination glide.
Sharks in spotlights, strong and sleek,
Legends in the swirling brine,
They prowl the depths we dare not seek,
With power ancient, fierce, divine.
I marvel at the hammerhead,
The tiger shark in graceful sweep,
The gentle giant’s silent thread—
In every fin, my passions leap.
This week, the world will tune to see
Their mystery, their daring lore,
But I have loved them silently
Long before the cameras bore.
Reefs and kelp beds come alive,
Rainbow fish and jellies, too,
Yet sharks, relentless, fierce, survive—
Ocean’s guardians, proud and true.
With every episode and tale,
I feel my heart swept out to sea;
O sharks, beyond the spray and gale,
Your wild spirit lives in me.
1.
O Slovenia, valley of my first breath,
you harp of rivers and linden-scented winds,
How softly you once sang the songs
that warmed the hearts of shepherds and saints.
Your mountains were guardians,
Your church's lamps upon the hills,
Your evenings folded in the hush of prayer.
2.
But behold, a new silence has descended—
a silence that does not adore,
a silence that does not remember.
It sweeps through squares and schools,
quietly erasing the traces
of the One who walked beside you
through centuries of trial.
3.
Your children wander with hurried steps,
seeking new certainties,
new freedoms,
new altars of convenience.
They forget the Cross that once
kept our storms at bay.
They forget the stories told beside fires
in winter-darkened villages—
stories of faith that carried us
through wars, famine, and exile.
4.
O homeland, why do you turn
your face from the spring that sustained you?
Why do you drink from waters
that cannot quench your longing?
You seek comfort in forgetfulness
and call it progress.
You walk paths paved with hollow promises
and call it freedom.
5.
Yet even as I lament,
my grief is not a curse—
It is a prayer woven from love.
A child does not stop loving
because his mother ceases to listen.
He kneels more deeply,
weeps more quietly,
and hopes more fiercely
that she will one day return.
I see you, if I see you at all
Time moves slower now
And it matters not if I see things inverted
The boundary of skin senses still
A feeling you are one with air and light
But the cells inside have a life of their own
Programmed guardians to protect
Do battle for life and limb
Constant wars I can scarce imagine
But wonder if they fight for love
White coats waft down cold corridors
Invisibly stained cells with questions
That burn day and night, obsessed
I’m pillow banked and stiff
The drip dulls pain
While I’m held suspended between life and magnetic death
I succumb instead to sleep
And everyone is thankful
While nothing Lacks ...
Love surrounds in still vibrant silence
Divine messengers from Elders past
beget humane muses of culture.
Prophetic win/win messages
perform and engage
redevelop and reconnect
guardian health systems
and wealth networks.
Proactive passionate verbs
pleasing domesticated nouns
together speak co-relational language,
recreating exegesis of re-ligioning life
spread and stretched between
flaming hot love and stone-cold hate.
Creolizing messages shaping defense
of polycultural adventures
reshaping offense
of too omnipotent monocultures.
Divine words
reweaving boddhisatva co-messiahs
guardians of healthy cooperative virtues,
EarthTribe's re-convening
naturally discerning spirited kindness,
indigenously wise
re-ligioning FatherSun
EarthMother root feeling
crown thoughtful
mind/body fullness.
Transcendent/immanent
enlightened/empowering
messengers to and from our Elder guardians,
trees shaken by breeze,
sapient squirrels chased by bluejay girls,
light shadowed by co-refining night.
Divine FatherSun
re-connecting enlightened messages
re-ligioning EarthMother sage
co-messianic musicians.
US Army
I'm a soldier, on the ground I stand
A defender of the land, throughout the land
I march through the mud, I climb the steep hill
My strength is tested, my spirit is still.
We are the defenders, the guardians of our land
United in purpose, hand in hand
We'll fight for freedom, till the very end
Our loyalty's unwavering, our resolve will transcend.
US Marine Corps
I'm a Marine, forged in the fires of war
A warrior spirit, forevermore
I charge into battle, with courage and might
A force to be reckoned with, a fearsome sight.
We are the defenders, the guardians of our land
United in purpose, hand in hand
We'll fight for freedom, till the very end
Our loyalty's unwavering, our resolve will transcend.
US Navy
Yo, I'm a sailor, born to roam the sea
From the deck of a ship, I'm wild and free
I face the tempest, brave the stormy night
A guardian of the ocean, a beacon of light.
We are the defenders, the guardians of our land
United in purpose, hand in hand
We'll fight for freedom, till the very end
Our loyalty's unwavering, our resolve will transcend.
US Air Force
I'm an Airman, soaring through the sky
A master of technology, I'll reach for the sky
With precision strikes, I'll strike from afar
A guardian of the heavens, a shining star.
We are the defenders, the guardians of our land
United in purpose, hand in hand
We'll fight for freedom, till the very end
Our loyalty's unwavering, our resolve will transcend.
US Space Force
I'm a Guardian, securing the cosmic domain
A protector of our interests, a force to maintain
I defend our nation, from threats above
A sentinel of space, a symbol of love.
We are the defenders, the guardians of our land
United in purpose, hand in hand
We'll fight for freedom, till the very end
Our loyalty's unwavering, our resolve will transcend.
US Coast Guard
I'm a Coast Guardsman, on the sea I patrol
A protector of our shores, both big and small
I rescue the lost, I fight the sea's might
A force for good, day and night.
We are the defenders, the guardians of our land
United in purpose, hand in hand
We'll fight for freedom, till the very end
Our loyalty's unwavering, our resolve will transcend.
Inheritance
We are guardians of the future are trustees for
posterity though wars galore are our legacy
We leave to our children the genocide in shining armour
destruction that we vowed not to happen again
Its all in the mind and however we feel not involved we
soak up the human condition promote it in our thoughts
At the airport I picked up two of my triplets 23 now and
with one staying behind 23 plus 23 plus 1 = 47
It should have been easy to remember my parking lot number
2 K 47 two kind children and one loved one missing
My age when I met my lover 47 the writers ‘group 47’ maybe
the white death hunger winter in Europe that time
47 days until Christmas and 2 Kinfolk to arrive yet I however
instead chose 2 AK 47’s as my mnemonic automatically
As in 2 angry Kalashnikov guns blazing me back to that dark
gloomy place where my car had been rested for later
What kind of light what remembrance and outlook on life has
been planted like a bomb in my destructive perception
Do I accept when words convoluted connotations sinister
aberrations seep and creep the into the percipience of what I call home
Or must I refuse not to become guilty of killing by proxy
of destroying the heirloom in mind and in spirit
By not standing up to that covert insidious manipulation and
domination taking place in my head I suppose I am guilty as charged
14th November 2016
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Evening skyline
Glow of last light;
Dark shadows creep
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Green moss
Zen garden stones;
Calmness charms
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Antique shoppe
Old proprietor;
Living antique
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Cemetery visit
Angel statues stand
Guardians of death
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Newspaper vendor
Hazards early rain;
Prompt delivery
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World news broadcast
So many conflicts;
Violent humanity
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Children's playground
Noisy little people;
Fun screams and shouts
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Empty taxi cabs
Absent passengers;
Telling times
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Economic woes felt
Here and there;
Poor job market
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Old Kung-fu master
Long solitary wait;
No students come
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Ginseng root brew
Potent tonic;
Energy surge
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City skyscrapers
Over the horizon;
Pouring wet weather
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Speeding carriages
Expressway crowds;
Sudden traffic jam
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Ancient rooftops
Chinese architecture;
Old beauty glimpses
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Morning joggers
On a brisk run;
Sparkling dawnlight
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Old pavilion here
Leaking raindrops;
Wet shelter
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Chinatown alleys
Shops with odd things;
Tourists congregate
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Little India street
Spicy concortions;
Culture in full bloom
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Words tell
Pictures swirl;
New sightings
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Old hunchback lady
Malnutrition showing;
Struggles for pennies
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Old man gathers
Discarded paper cartons;
Money for next meal
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Fortune teller waits
Cards and incense;
Table advisory
~~~~~~~~~
Empty park bench
No one can sit;
Soaking wet
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Cardio fitness
Gym membership;
Workout a sweat
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Old photographs
Long ago moments;
Brown sepia scraps
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Leon Enriquez
10 September 2014
Singapore
Winter Fantasy
I love to walk through twilight
In mountain hills
Breathlessly awaiting evening’s first
Flakes of snow in a winter carnival
That rowdy gathering clouds
Threatened to toss upon their upturned faces
And,
When at last, making merry, the storm releases
A snowy vision descending on a dreaming world
A lullaby of sweet calm
Transcends sleepless visions like twirling snowflakes
To fill nocturnal eyes
With visions of barren aspen arms
Embracing shivering jewels of glittering snow.
Between wind whipped flakes
I see
The warm and cozy lights of homes
Resting in the trees
To cast a revelry of amber shadows
On the pure whiteness
Of a crystalline blanket falling from the sky;
They hide their eyes
Among the spruce
As love
But
With inviting looks
Beckon me abide
As I pull my hands into warm sanctuary pockets
To walk upon the gala of snow serene.
In a carnival of swirling flakes of snow
My footsteps
Quickly
Lose their warmth –
Now
Hidden by
My brumaled friends
As the evening sky
Slowly turns
Her dark side inside out
From
Turquoise to blue
To white.
And when the storm finishes
Emptying
The clouds
As feather pillows opened wide
The moon slow pulls herself
Above these hills in festival
To ride a winter sky
Watching over the silver
Shimmering earth
Alive with twinkling moonbeam stars
On outstretched limbs
Of aspen trees –
They twinkle in a jubilee – bright reflections
Of a sister in the sky.
The air turns colder –
Cutting right to the very marrow core
With sharp and brittle winter bite
When the mountains
Glimmer cold as moonlight –
Blue as stars –
As
They stand above the valley
Wearing alpine ermine furs
Sentinels of the day
Now past –
Guardians of tomorrow
And
Though they change their winter masks
For summer’s green masquerade
Their faces never change –
I would know them always!
1-1-21
Contest: Winter
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
I was too young to understand
that I had lost my mother.
Before I could know her voice,
I knew her absence.
I grew up watching other children
run to their fathers,
ask for little things,
laugh, complain,
And receive the love
they never had to ask for.
I watched them and quietly wondered—
Why not me?
My father was alive,
but he was an absent father.
He never accepted me
the way a daughter longs to be accepted by her father.
And somewhere inside me,
a question grew—
What was my sin?
Was it my fault that I lost my mother
When I was only an infant?
Was it my fault
that my father could not love me?
Whom could I ask?
I never found the words.
So many wishes,
so many feelings,
so many little dreams
Were buried beneath a pile of silence.
I never had the childhood
I imagined.
But I had my grandparents.
They became my guardians,
my home, my strength.
Even at twenty,
when I break down over the things I never had,
They remain beside me.
I have failed.
I have fallen.
But when I was broken, they were not.
They kept believing in me.
So I continued my studies.
I kept dreaming.
Today, I want to write
What I could never say aloud.
Perhaps I will never know why
I was denied the love I deserved.
But I know this now—
I was only a child.
I did nothing wrong.
And the girl who once had no words
now has a pen.
With it, I will finally tell
the story of my life.
Thanks.