Long Hamlet Poems
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Would Shakespeare have liked free verse now, not before?
Should Hamlet sound free, instead of rhyme, which we adore
May Poe have written The Raven in the same odd, magical flow?
If words had not rhymed artfully in poetry crafted so long ago
Clever poets proved their skills in a great rhyming scheme.
Depicting moods as Escher did in his popular 'Scream'
Wasn't philosophy authored by René Descartes?
In terms of mind-body dualism thinking smart
when you drift off on a meadow that is green
focused upon a colorful nature scene
White clouds float across the sky.
pondered why birds may fly
you understand that you just cannot deny
But if you did, I reckon it might be the biggest lie.
that Shakespeare's verses, as well as Poe's, were used from the
start
are striking - inspirational diamonds as they are - almost everyone's
heart
Be willing now to let awe bring
A grand endow in happy fling
Wonder knows best the way of health
Wander with zest that channels wealth
Joy fills your heart to let you know
Love seeks to start a lavish flow
Dare to dream big with visual style
Feel how faith jigs such happy smiles
Hope knows your prize as faith attracts
Live sweet surprise in actual fact
Wonder works well as you can tell
Feeling now dwells to cast the spell
Claim all you need and then clear wants
Just sow thought seeds with visual fun
Wonder words fine true peace of mind
Zest is the brine to reap in kind
All that you see with focus clear
Turns out to be in-sync with cheer
Live from your heart fond thoughts of more
Focus stern art from inner core
Judge not your fate but see the truth
Love's never late to show you proof
Leon Enriquez
11 May 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT
On a walk companioned by my Muse along the sylvan meadows
We wandered away to delightful realms in unclouded ambience
Don’t know how long I rambled warming my fancies in sunset fires
Must be for long, all lights were out, the quiet hamlet lay bathed in sleep
Above me, stood the starry firmament and the half hidden moon
Could see the vast plains stretching before me in moonlight, bare
My heart was flooded with joy, my fancies took to wings
Got drowned in Nature’s serene calm, my spirit lost in drunken ecstasy
In the gentle blowing breeze, the leaves twittered and murmured
All else was quiet and nothing disturbed the serenity of the night
But soon I knew the East wind strengthening around into a gale
And across the moon I could see stragglers of clouds moving past
I sat on a rock, lost, so lost staring into the clear night sky
Wondering how the celestial joy, made manifest by the twinkling stars
My thoughts began floating like a ship over the briny waters
And my temporal settings faded away like a cloud in the horizon
From the nearby woods, I heard the song of a lone night bird
In rising cadence, alone and aloud it fell on my rapturous ears
Was it a nightingale that poured forth that dewy delight?
Was it the same song, Keats heard long ago cascading from the woods?
With my Muse in this unearthly hour let me sit awhile in this solitary bower
To my paper, let my fancies in unbroken crystal streams flow
Wonder if I can rightly recreate the image that my thoughts enfold
How I wish, I could like Coleridge, build a pleasure dome in mid air!
First posted on Nov.28. 2021
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile.6.Poetry Contest
Sponsor:Mark Toney
From the yonder hazy horizon, the hills tinged blue
undulated down the emerald luxuriant landscape
in rhapsodic rhythmic waves that rolled into my view.
Its contours carved for my hamlet its serene shape,
where once was cradled my endearing home
in the bounty of beguiling nature that made me agape.
The fairy flotilla of the cotton clouds I would see roam,
make a mesmeric celestial panorama framed high
upon the curved canvas of the cerulean dome.
With the serenading wind whistling in sapphire sky,
my childhood ebullience soared to a great height,
following the trail of the colorful kites I loved to fly.
A silvery stream glided with the sparkle of delight,
surging with the shimmering allure of liquid pearls,
flowed with the flamboyant façade ever so bright.
On its rippling water fringing the gentle whirl,
I sailed paper boats tinted with the rainbow colors,
and saw these glide wobbling in the current’s curl.
To a distant fantasy land, waiting where I didn’t know,
I imagined entranced by the charm of infantile dreams,
on these boats my mariner mind would someday go.
From obscurity all these boats and kites I can’t redeem,
for in twilight zone with dust of time they’ve disappeared
beyond the horizon that is sinking in the dusky gleam.
The fondest childhood memory hasn’t yet deserted me,
in the glitter of sunset hours the child in me I still see.
Poise in sure choice speaks fond beauty,
Grace styles pure voice in face lovely.
Charm wears a grace that speaks most kind,
Love floods this space with peace of mind.
Sure candour flows with mellow moods,
Warm feelings show a touch so good.
She warms my heart with soul that lights,
Wise splendour starts a telling sight.
Here time and space afford fond feel,
Grand blessings grace a soul that heals.
She brings warm fest to weary days,
A precious zest aligns warm play.
Now happy fun attracts calm ease,
Wit flavours pun in lavish peace.
In deep delight my voice feels free,
A fine insight frames cheery spree.
What comes to be in lovely tact,
Beauty moves me as truth paints fact.
Leon Enriquez
01 June 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT
Here in this place with actual grace,
Word your own trace with happy face.
Bloom where you room with precious blooms,
Learn thus to groom fond fest that zooms.
Set your sure dream upon a theme,
Fit a pure scheme in lavish streams.
Learn that you know more than you show,
Wear a fine glow that syncs with flow.
You know you can live your fond plan,
Start to now scan a happy trend.
Start to see light that channels bright,
Love knows what's right that brings clear sight.
Here in good time the sacred rhymes,
Heed vivid chimes that hide in mimes.
Leon Enriquez
12 May 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT
I write and I cite
Of pictures and dreams,
I bite and I site
Deep feelings that stream.
I seed and I feed
On beauty and truth,
I need and I bleed
True feelings as proof.
I feel and I touch
Wonder that knows pain
I will and I nudge
Strange thoughts in verse plain.
I show and I know
How pain gather moss,
I grow and I flow
Where rhymes and chimes toss.
I cry and I try
To make fun of wit,
I ply and I fly
A touching that fits.
I churn and I burn
With a clumsy daze,
I turn and I turn
As feel flavours craze.
Leon Enriquez
30 May 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT
The Friend
I dislike the morbidity of the end-of-the-world prophets,
Yet there was a knock on my door, and they were clearing
boulders from the field where I had buried my dog
between two big rocks, opened the bag, a black bin liner
She was there, ok, white bones and
This was a perfect Hamlet moment, but I’m not Yurok
And to use her head as a desk ornament was not on.
There are no secrets in a hamlet, they knew the dog
The remains belonged to me, and I left the bag in the shed
till my wife discovered it. For the time being, the dog’s bones
They are in the back of my car, and when driving, I often see her face
In the back mirror, she wants closure. What we had is
memories, something of no consequence, the love
We shared the flash when the dog and the man are in harmony
Truth shows you how
To live right now
Seize joy that comes
As tints now sum
Prize peace of mind
As a grand find
Live from your heart
Where great art starts
Be of sure poise
In your own voice
Walk your path well
For love does tell
Start from your soul
Love makes you whole
Dare to live brave
Bold faith now saves
Seek balance here
Live happy cheer
Rest with pure hope
For love funds scope
Just live this day
Word your own way
Do the right thing
Start with being
Reap as you sow
Watch true love grow
End as you start
Live well with heart
Leon Enriquez
25 June 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT
churchyard hold bones buried from his days,
church register has records of their names,
yew trees shade the yard to shield them from rains,
near St.Giles church lies buried Thomas Gray,
buried next his mother, aunt hold him close,
hamlet Stoke Poges where he used to pray,
Elegy he wrote grieving his dear friend,
epitaphs erased, know not what they say,
how fire of a great poet time tames!
to shield them from rains, yew trees shade the yard,
to pay him homage I stopped on the way!
3rd placement
abracadabra
10syllables each line
a rhymes day, Gray,pray, say, way
b rhymes names, tames
r lines 3rd line and 10th lines - reverse rhyme!
Written 22/03/2021
ABRACADABRA March poetry competition
William Kekaula sponsored