Long Harvest Poems
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Remember that I loved you,
When you remember me,
Though at times I must admit,
We did not agree;
But you were always in my heart,
Your welfare my concern,
And though I tried with all my might,
I thought you'd never learn,
That I have always loved you,
And I always will.
Though sometimes our paths will part,
My love will hold you still,
Cradled deep within my heart,
Where you will always be;
A bond that can't be severed,
Here in my memory.
Wherever life may take you,
Wherever you may go,
Whatever life may bring you,
There's one thing you must know,
I have always loved you.
Remember that I cared.
Remember though I made mistakes,
I loved and found you fair.
Life is a mixture of experience,
Some good, some not so much.
It's what we choose to learn from it,
That gives the added touch;
The added touch of mystery,
The added touch of fun.
The thing that makes life worth it,
When all is said and done.
Life is like a harvest time.
What we sow we reap.
We let the straw fall to the ground,
And the grain we keep.
Broken Dreams
Tonight I´m happy and sorrowful
I refuse to cry over lost friends
I´m drunk as well.
It feels good to up the anchor of sobriety
let alcohol give wind to my sails.
A clipper buying tea in China
not useless plastic toys.
Sleek, the line and the women admired me.
Let the clipper sail.
I don´t care; I shall stay and make love to you.
I´m sorry I left my Liverpool girl
I went to Brazil to harvest coffee beans.
Guatemala, I got there by chance
a beach and moonlight.
I have not forgotten my promises
one day more, just one more day.
The clipper sailed to other shores
I never got to write
The poem of my life
This is a call to arms, not with guns, but with pens
In the battleground of classrooms, where history pretends
Textbooks are prisons, locking away truths untold
Lessons are handcuffs, keeping minds on hold
We're force-fed a diet of colonial lies
Digesting distortions, our heritage dies
But today we rise, we're breaking these chains
Dismantling doctrines, rewiring our brains
Cultural colonization, a virus in our veins
Infecting our thinking, causing knowledge pains
But we're the antidote, we're the cure
Our stories are medicine, potent and pure
In this garden of learning, we're planting new seeds
Cultivating perspectives, uprooting the weeds
A decolonized curriculum? That's our harvest goal
Rich with diversity, feeding the soul
Let the silence be shattered, let voices erupt
Like volcanoes of truth, no longer corrupt
We're weaving a tapestry, threads intertwined
Colours of cultures, no longer confined
Education's a river, not a stagnant pool
Flowing with stories, no longer a tool
Of oppression and erasure, of whitewashed deceit
We're flooding the banks, sweeping bias off its feet
Cultural colonization? We're building a dam
Against its currents, we take our stand
In every classroom, let's light a fire
Of curiosity, let knowledge burn higher
We're scribes of our stories, authors anew
Rewriting the narrative, long overdue
So come all you students, teachers, hear our decree
Education's not shackles, it's the key to be free
Slam this message home, let it resound
In halls of learning, let truth be found
For when we unshackle minds, we'll truly see
A world where each culture stands proud and free
Hot summer moves away
As autumn moods fills air;
The windy chill now plays
Spreading a swift affair.
The harvest was happy
With gifts from this good earth;
We rejoice and party
And await new rebirth.
We celebrate our joy
As the seasons bring change;
Content for warm employ
Our gratitude floods range.
Soon we will bake moon cakes,
Feast with tea and frolic;
Surround good sense to take
Calm feelings most mystic.
Such is our fond feelings
When autumn brings healing;
We rest now most willing
To thoughts most revealing.
Leon Enriquez
27 August 2015
Singapore
Mischief
M My soulmate is a miracle woman
I In Conception and in contraception
S She’s born three children one on the coil
C Condom leakage on another and
H Her first born on the oral pill
I In terms of luck that takes some beating
E Entirely normal just hormones on overdrive
F Failure at first then a blessing in disguise
F For my own natural fatherhood after
E Endless trying my ex got injections
I In reward my eldest daughter
H Her next ‘litter’ triplets from the womb
C Careless maybe another son despite the
S Sheer odds to conceive without help
I In science we may trust one way or other
M My explanation though comes through
The UNIVERSE
as HIGHER POWERS
H Heaven at Christmas though plenty of gift wrap P
I Images of congestion when all need the loo O
G Girls have more problems but we manage somehow W
H Harvest of children and kid’s crop divine E
E Enter the mischief they can all produce ever after R
R Roguish cohabitation frolicsome happiness S
02nd October 2018
Actually ‘written’ between 1992 and 2004 as this is a true story
This is my adaptation of the acrostic poetry form.
Four Stanzas:
traditional acrostic
reverse acrostic
intermezzo (subtitle)
front and end acrostic
the acrostic stanzas with double letter emphasis
Ecclesiastes 3:11 "He hath made every thing beautiful in his time: also he hath set the world in their heart, so that no man can find out the work that God maketh from the beginning to the end." (King James Bible)
Today calls for great time of life-fulfillment
Wondrous gift of God with His peace endowment
Let’s enjoy the present midst meaningful engagement
Overcoming slothfulness as the clock warns every moment
Not to waste treasure of precious minutes against vain investment.
Never should we allow a day to pass without showing kindness from love’s nest.
Let’s keep on doing good as ticking pendulum reverberates with caring zest
Revived indeed by the Lord’s infinite mercy along His grace to the fullest
While grateful for past accomplishments done with faith's utmost best
Today prods us now to sow bountifully for eternal gain’s harvest.
July 6, 2020
5th place, "Time- 8 Word Challenge" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by A Dear Heart; judged on 7/6/2020.
Within a garden bower we spent hours,
enjoying conversation and then a slow dance.
A prelude that we knew would lead to romance.
There's a craving, a yearning in our eyes,
as if we're hypnotized by our amorous flirtation.
Our glances are sparked by smouldering embers,
remembrances of desired remnants of passion...
Flames of a fire that will burn until it's sated.
"You are the most exquisite rose among others,"
His words laid claim to my wanton heart
as he softly whispered them into my ear.
There's a harvest of love we've yet to reap,
ignited tonight in this garden of love.
Deep and lonely have been our nights,
blighted from a season of cold and empty arms.
Together again, this time we'll not let go.
The longing is now fulfilled with belonging.
The Quiet keeps a little Door—
No Mortal sees it Swing—
Yet every Rose that folds its Silk
Knows well the hidden Thing—
A Fragrance—not of Orchard fair—
Nor Clover, kissed by Noon—
But Earth's own solemn Covenant
Beneath the Harvest Moon—
The Lilies do not chide the Dust—
The Robin stays his Hymn—
For Life resigns her borrowed Breath
To Chambers faint—and dim—
What Men would name Corruption's Trade—
The Meadow whispers—"Grace"—
Each Falling Leaf becomes a Star
In some forgotten Place—
If Putrescine should wear a Crown—
'Tis woven not of Shame—
But of the patient Chemistry
That gives the Soil its Name—
So Death—who keeps no jealous Purse—
Returns what once was given—
And every silent Molecule
Still keeps its Road—to Heaven.
it is another day an I’m in it
thanks to the miracle of life
in some way I am a vagrant
scavenging loitering sleeping rough
on the waste ground of unfulfilled promises
note to Self
focus on what there is
not on what illicit dreams posit
lack is relative
energy is there in abundance
but seeds must be sown
before harvest comes near
I am an allegory in the making
a metaphor for the meaning of life
one breath follows another
for the sun align with the stars
the playground of a broken mind
reaches out to the soul in the making
a rollercoaster ride is scary but sacred
every downfall offers opportunities
and the chance of a new dawn
after all I am not a hobo on a park bench
most of all I have a companion
to share seat and settle
with beauty passion intellect and longing
which comes true
as dusk settles and the moon shines along
To remain neutral on our moving train
help me know which way we're spinning,
how fast,
when we might slow down,
how much,
to sustain polycultured rich neutrality.
How do I sleep
while SuperEco-logic Earth Day
strains and trains to stretch for here in now?
Stuck in nightmare time too fast,
stride too slow
unable to will-force our faster pace
or slow-growth race,
but both together falling
leaps reopen terrified
reassuring wakefulness,
in sleep I can be you and there
while longing here
belonging both as SuperEgo We.
Hey!
Ground of All Being!
Elder cellular horsepower!
Wake up!... Scream!
your ultraviolet pitch
and flow-echo waves,
rebound this TransParent Mirror Message:
We would be more humane
to dinosaur-whisper amongst ourselves
diversely radiant Golden Ecologics,
empathic SuperEchoing
EarthTribe Originating Call:
Let our nutritious moose power free
flow animate leg-kicking stories,
hibernating through Yinnish Winter's advent,
to graze through Spring,
and Yang prance Summer's maturation dance,
to harvest Fallen permaculture compost
winnowing while predicting cooperative apple commodities
luscious pregnant seed:
Spring forth to ride and run this SuperEco Train,
Bodhisattva Warriors of EarthTribe Peace!
Hey!
Ground of Regenerate Power!
Regravitate our octave prime-color Paradise!
Namaste, Balanced Mind.
Active karma empowering
Eternal Dialectic Therapeutic Time
for Climax Global Community
within, as without,
without, as within,
co-arising converging landscapes
riding SuperEco's Beloved PeaceLogos Train.