Long Heed Poems
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Take heed of the roar of the law
There is always a crouching patrol
Safety is on your turf and in your lane
Guard your territory with your claws and fangs
Hunt during the day and by the night
Watch your prey and keep your puppies in sight
Find the beast in you when predators lurk
Don’t beg for liberty, you have the right to take
The taxmen come at you like a park of canines
They ambush your kill with surprise swift runs
The hyenas feast away the worth of your sweat
You retreat to your den with the same blood thirst
In the quiet of the night the pasture is never still
The noise perks up your ears to listen to wild’s hunts and kills
There is chirping of sirens and bellowing from a factory mill
Your cat eyes search and ray through glass, concrete and steel
We hive the skyscrapers to avoid the sting of the economy
We are lionesses at home but at work we are an ant colony
In this Jungle there is no hibernation for us to be cocooned
In this hustle there is no stagnation or else you’ll be marooned
The wild’s abundance yields up to the fittest
The world’s dominant wield much of the slickest
It always dawns on every predator, prey and vulture
In this concrete jungle are you a watcher, runner or catcher?
With some of our history being ignored and rewritten
which many of us find upsetting
June 19th (Juneteenth) is a date to commemorate
one, among many, we must never be forgetting.
It’s a date to not only learn what happened…but how our country played a part
A time to heed the teachings of our souls…and listen to our hearts.
Listen to our heart…it will tell us something we have known all along…
that any kind of slavery…always was…always is…and always will be wrong
It will tell us human rights should never have to be won…
They should be universal and apply to each and every one
It will tell us how every person…no matter who or what or where
deserves the same education, same compassion, same acceptance…
same health care.
It will remind us how discrimination tries to break a person’ spirit
tries to crush their soul…their pride.
It will not allow us to forget those who have suffered
at the hands of prejudice…all those who so needlessly have died.
It won’t allow us to accept people whose minds have become twisted…
who act as if slavery was a good thing…or say it never existed.
Yes, it’s time to listen…to our hearts
our souls…our very essence too..
on Juneteenth and every day
and let them guide us on what is right and wrong
and show us what to do.
Alias indomitable invincible
Donald John Trump oozes wrath
inexorably plunging every species
of life toward apocalyptic warpath
mercilessly threatentens world
wide web promising bloodbath
validating ex post facto commander
in chief as nonpareil sociopath
hence... this call to arms gives run
for money challenging any psychopath
lest inevitable according to dead
reckoning prediction of
wisest sages calculated math.
Thus one poetic footsoldier doth broadcast
dire straits emergency, and inveigh
grassroots action mandatory meaning
registered voters must
cast ballot per se
else planet Earth will...
burn thermonuclear gray
rendering oblate spheroid
uninhabitable, I daresay
if bleak forecast father time doth delay
global warming would outweigh
former worst case nihilistic scenario,
nonetheless Gaia will serve
as repurposed ashtray,
whereby inextinguishable fiery storms
approximating calculus of doomsday
nsync with intolerable weather forecasts
if complacency rides roughshod field day
defying lack of immunization oy vey
against opportunistic unfamiliar organisms
viral and bacterial agent provocateurs
microscopic gangbusters
nothing could allay
winning scrimmage play
thinning overpopulation whereby
scavengers make short shrift
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now ye might hashtag me chicken little
synonymous to Rome burning,
while Nero did fiddle,
perhaps scaremonger i.e. Cassandra
alamist bah bing away, a realist foaming
at figurative mouth with spittle,
would you believe cautious optimist,
who presents prediction,
while this poem heed whittle.
So, I’ve never been a true nature boy
Although a cool and lazy night in June
Just sitting in the darkness I enjoy
An open starlit sky behind the moon.
As a gentle breeze caresses my face,
Upon my back I feel the long day’s heat.
And of my cares and worries not a trace
As into relaxation I retreat.
The lightning bugs in flight pay me no heed,
Eliciting a chuckle as they dance,
I wish them best of luck as they proceed
With all the twinkling stars to make romance.
I’m colorblind, so hues I can’t employ…
So, I’ve never been a true nature boy.
5/14/2019
Nature Scene-Orphan Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dale Gregory Cozart |
God spoke to men in visions and dreams.
Their words are like unpolluted streams,
offering dying souls life-giving drink,
and giving hope to those on the brink.
These witnesses, both the old and the new,
were written down by a selected few,
who were infused with the divine mind,
as they shared thoughts of a unique kind.
They have been spurned by the learned and unlearned,
and have been undermined, banned, chained, and burned,
but their truthful testimony still stands,
and their reputation has the world spanned.
The witnesses make believers wise,
but their detractors choose to believe lies.
Accepting them will make a nation rise,
but one that spurns them morally dies.
Love them or hate them, their truth will stout stand,
though foes of all stripes against them band.
France tried to kill them and paid a great price,
nations who silenced them are reaping vice.
The one who chained them will once again stand.
He would wield power over every land,
and bid that to him every knee should bend,
but the witnesses tell of his swift end.
Heed the two witnesses and you would live,
for wise counsel, they indeed do give.
The way of life and the way of death
are proclaimed by them with every breath.
Meek moments meet true love that flows,
Ask for the truth that sets you free;
Urge grace most sweet to help us know,
Note succinct proof that bids us see;
Dream with pure heart the way of poise,
Yeshua broke bread to feed the soul.
Touch that deep art as faith moves choice,
Heed unafraid as love makes whole;
Use your time well to live love's tell,
Reap what you sow as deed now scopes;
So breathe fond dwell as acts weave spell,
Dance fits the show to discern hope;
Apt memory lives love most fond,
Yield what you free as tact now spawns.
Leon Enriquez
13 April 2017
Singapore
(Dedication:
To Every Soul, Known and Unknown,
On This Good Earth, Light and Love.)
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
A CHRISTMAS WISH
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Abide love meek as days of yore:
Cheer fills all hearts with hope that springs,
Heap joy you seek with faith and more;
Rich moments start as fond flair flings,
Instruct us well to truly see;
Speak words that heal our broken hearts,
Touch souls to dwell on love's story;
Move fond goodwill to craft kind art,
Abide pure grace to light our way;
Spread peace on earth to one and all.
Work on each face true zest that stays,
Increase our mirth to heed love's call;
Surprise our tears with profound voice,
Heap blessings here as love moves poise.
Leon Enriquez
24 December 2016
Singapore
Come hither youth and heed the words I say,
My heart does yearn as I now reminisce,
If not for you where would I be today?
As I sit forlornly avoid from bliss.
Let me ask you was it all worth your while?
Did you live proudly with love in the end?
Or would you exchange it all for a smile?
Tell me youth did you at least make a friend?
Now as the years went by do I seem old?
My youth please know in the mirror I see,
You standing there with reflection so cold,
Your eyes no wiser than they used to be.
All your dreams have died and hang in the sky,
Leaving me alone to wither and die.
Our planet has been around for a very long time
Now it faces many challenges making it an uphill climb
Collectively we must work together to ensure long-term survival
It needs our long-term help as we continue to be in denial
The planet has been fighting for us in every way it can
It is pleading with us to take action and get our heads out of the sand
Our very existence relies on us to find ways to control global warming
Scientists sound the alarm daily telling us we must heed their warnings
If not for us how about for the generations that will follow
Anything short of that will be far too much for us to swallow
You could leave all your worldly goods to your children, but without a planet what good would that do
Let us do everything possible to save our world so they will be able to enjoy it to
You know her
You feel she mingles in your reason in rhythm
Not with your possible pain of angina in arrhythmia
She is a calm serenity prayer
that knows your tear and that needs to run down on your smile lines
she is a kitchen cookie baking sheet
tracing paper cyan heed
never a plotter, never a san Juan never a San Francisco
But she is there too, with things on the verge of unsayable , she is there, too!
not to announce i am possible
but to possibly remind
even an ounce meant!
Rockefeller center and Rockford too
hit hard rock bottom with your pain
with all her pensive boon!
the 'MOTHER'S DAY' Poetry Contest entry