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How fun to carefully choose words set to rhyme
(I don't usually talk like this all the time)
I became a poet to share my Thought--
I am told I'm "thoughtful"; I think a LOT
I joined PoetrySoup, to organize
my memories, ponderings, cut to size
And here I found a whole community
where all our speech is used to set us free
A welcoming place to say how we feel
as feelings untangle, our wounds may heal
Our comments never put each other down
(even sad Ophelia would not drown)
Perhaps books of my poems will never sell
but I'll go on opening my heart, to tell
This is our time, to tell fiction, write true
later, folks will read to learn what we knew
[Why Did I Become A Poet Poetry Contest]
Echoes from the past
Still my thoughts, color me
In hues of melancholy,
Abiding, gentling, forgetting
There are moments
When hope was lost in the ancient
Feelings, bleeding
Through the silence, preventing
The quiet to rest on the prayers
Pleading for the light to shimmer
Into the present, where
Promise fades and grace, so amazing…
Reflections of my spirit
Breathing joy, heartening
Laughter, caresses
In the beauty of a kind word,
A soft memory unfolding
Like dandelion seeds, dancing
Haphazardly –
On the morning breeze,
Winds releasing the mysteries
Awakening poetry
In hues of passionate emotions,
Restoring the yearning
Stirring darkness
With stardust hopes, dreams
Kissing away the shadows,
Dimming the doubts, believing
In the serenity, sincerity
Breathless music in notes of grace,
Intimate strokes of grief,
Yet the light falls over the graves
Those who feed on antiques,
Blessings, archaic wisps
Forever touching the soul,
Growing honesty and glowing
Like the glistening wisdoms
Felt in the voice of light,
Rays raining down dewy moments –
Praising forever – feeling
Letdown by the past,
But sure that there is where –
Light meets faith and merges
With intimacy, so the bruising
Sympathies comfort – heal
Blessings, like a prayer
Fading into the past, the echoes
Screaming through the skies,
Letting forever know why –
Memories cannot die
nobody here walking
i talk to myself to heal
i sing an old late 60s song in the temperamental, indecisive sunshine
raindrops then begin to actually fall on my head
however that is okay
i am off work today and the rest of the week
all my errands have been run
it is still early in the day
all of the bills have been paid
my annual physical was a flawless success for a change
now i shall sing that song about it being time for a cool change
the birds are singing
the ducks, the geese, and the swans are echoing my inner feelings
the water is glistening and sounding so peaceful,
and i have it all to myself
the rarest of moments are to be enjoyed in our One Life To Live
Staring up to the star lit sky
wondering why
time seems like
it is standing still
my heart is playing violins
every interval
dying crossed my mind
I vaguely recall any fear of it
never seriously considered
what I be leaving behind
always taken out
to the woodshed
by those closest to me
how long am I gonna stand
with my head in the sand
good self question
does it really heal
this self reflection
the orchestra of grief has past
it took five years
for the sad song to pass
before the melody set in
a sweet rhapsody was let in
while a solo harmonica
plays softly in the background
allowing inviting emotions...
Form:
Now once again greet an old face:
Times unfurl pain in pleasure's trace.
So swiftly then the past feels light:
I know not when wit brought new sight.
In a sure flash the veil is gone:
Urge of raw flesh floods fleeting dawn.
An arc now styles a cheery grin:
Content can smile a vital win.
I look around to witness this:
Change wrecks profound and yet there's bliss.
Funny it feels this lightness grand:
Time seems to heal my broken trends.
When all is calm with savvy flair:
Surprise spreads balm in mad affair.
Touch and taste fest as dreams take flight:
Just do what's best as love puts right.
A sound mind can feel so mad:
Seize ample finds in sorrow glad.
Dare to just be a man of peace:
Dare brave harsh sea beyond mere ease.
Here on this earth, each has a place:
Change brings re-birth beyond each face.
Leon Enriquez
10 May 2016
Singapore
Rome was always a playground for me,
Where lovely girls thronged around the streets:
The Fontana dei Trevi where people threw coins
Hoping they would revisit enchanting Rome,
Or on the Spanish stairs amid the delicate flowers
Exuding fragrant perfumes of purple roses,
Delicate dianthus or scented-leaf geraniums.
There she sat, alone upon one of the steep stairs,
Licking a vanilla ice-cream and sipping a lemonade.
We looked hard at each other and we both smiled
It was passionate attraction magnitude nine.
Who can escape the wonder of a sexy love?
Losing no time we went for a walk until soon
We were kissing on the ramparts of Rome,
Watching the sunset and making our erotic plans.
Her name was Helga and bound to leave next day,
To go back to her home in faraway Berlin.
“Come with me love, we’ll never part,” she crooned,
“We’ll drink plenty coffee in my Berlin.”
How could I miss an idyllic invitation like that?
Alas I knew full well I did not have the fare
To travel with my newly found goddess of love
To go far away, to live with her in West Berlin.
A plan was needed, if courage I had,
To go to the Parioli where the rich lived.
Surely it would be child’s play, I thought
To enter and help myself to a handful of wealth,
Just enough to accompany my love to Berlin.
Round a corner a stately darkened villa stood.
Should be a simple job to rifle the lot,
Assuming I could find an easy door unlocked.
I tiptoed in and hastened up the path.
Alas fortune was not on my side that day.
I heard the ominous sharp whistle of an alarm.
I turned and ran but the Doberman was quick
And bit my tender behind till it bled.
Soon I found myself in a nasty smelling ER,
With sutures repairing the nasty bite.
“Three days in bed, my boy,” the matronly nurse said.
“Rest face down for the wound to heal,
And keep the curtains drawn.” Thus snickering she left.
Helga departed forever more and I lay face down in bed
Crying from pain and cursing my bad luck,
Instead of making love in the city of Berlin.
. WHO IS THIS?
"Fill with so much anger and pain,
wondering why things have to be this way."
"I thought i lived my life right,
then why does everything keep happening to me?"
"I feel so alone and broken, what can get me out of this state?"
Then i heard a word say that everything will be okay.
" Who is this vioce that echos to me,
from i don't know where and further more
how can you promise me that?"
"How could you dear!"
"Who are you to tell me that this pain will stop!"
"Who are you that you can heal my broken heart!"
"Further more, who are you to say cast my cares away?"
"Who is this voice that i can't see yet hear?"
" I AM THAT I AM! Your creator you see. "
"There's nothing in this life that can get pass me."
"I am the author of your story so i know things will be fine"
"Sit back and relax i got the wheel this time."
"Call me Jehovah-Jireh for my provision shall be seen "
"Jehovah-Rophe cause i will heal indeed "
"Jehovah-Shalom because i am peace "
"Jehovah-Shammah no matter how it looks i am always there."
"My child you can call me many things just know that i care,
about your hurts and your pain about the tears you shed in shame
when your down and out and feel you can't go on
Yeild your heart to me my love will keep you strong."
"I am Jehovah-Rohi your shepherd i'd never lead you astray
just trust in me and i'll continue by your side each and everyday."
Form:
In life we may face toils and snares
but in every situation God will be with us there
they say time heals but this is not always true
especially if the trauma was severe for you
I learned God is with me his word is real and true
it brings comfort and the promises pull me through
trauma broke my heart and after many years I still feel pain there
but I remember the promise that God is with us everywhere
when people you trust leave you with out a single word
the grief stays with you and goodbye seems the last words you heard
time passes the pain grows deep
but we find comfort when its God we seek
life has been traumatic and heartache never seems to end
but I hold on to the promise that God is always our friend
even when I feel alone and I feel I need something more
I know deep down his plan has better things for me instore
so after 40 years of a broken heart life must go on
I can never give up never throw the towel in
for with God every battle he will win
when you feel your mind is being tortured every day
holding on to Gods promises helps you on your way
it keeps your sanity and stops you loosing your mind
God promises strength and a sound mind
he promises we wont break
and our hearts he will re make sometimes a broken heart takes a long time to heal
hold on to Gods promises and the comfort they bring
healing our hearts and lifting us up on eagles wings. Amen
All N all I feel the Father calling me;
Through the storms and rains;
All N all I am broken but not embattled;
I can survive I shall;
For I am broken, yes I'm broken;
Pieces scattered all over this world;
I am broken, I am broken but God shall make me whole;
When ever the body has lacked and stained;
When ever I've accomplished petty gains;
I briefly remember all is HIs;
Everything in this world is God's;
All N all I feel the Father calling me;
Through the storms and through the rains;
All N all I am broken but not embattled;
I shall survive the storms and the rains;
I fell down like Humpty Dumpty;
I fell like a tree;
I fell down like a raw egg;
God won't you come and mend me;
All N all I feel the Father calling;
Through the storms and through the rains;
All N all I am broken but not embattled;
I shall survive the storms and the rains;
I'm no longer broken God has heal me again. . .
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.(c)2017
As Good As it Gets..!!
What if this is "As good as it gets..!!
The dreams we had..
The battles we fought..!!
Friends we made..
And the friends we lost..!!
Was all that we would ever get..!!
The wounds we suffered might never heal..!!
The tears we shed, all gone waste..!!
Love we sought, we might never feel...!!
What if this is "As good as it gets..!!
The love and the affection we had..!!
The food and the drinks, is all we ever taste..!!
The hurt and pain we always feel...!!
We always be the same ...And never great..!!
What if this is "As good as it gets..!!
The dreams we had..
The battles we fought..!!
Friends we made..
And the friends we lost..!!
Was all that we would ever get..!!
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