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Tears in the night
In unwritten chronicles, time embraces me with its fear,
On the shore of refusal, I withdraw, without wishing to be close to any soul.
My tears, mercurial, weave experiences hidden from worldly eyes,
My mind is the helmsman navigating seas of calm, deceit is mine.
No wing unfolds for me towards the clear sky for flight,
They fall, the tears, heavy like stones of a river that cannot find its bed.
I am like a dyke ever-fighting the approach of collapse,
How shall I find salvation in this desolation called "alone"?
My tears are fleeting sparks, almost unseen,
And my step towards the light of courage is the only sustenance remaining for me.
Suddenly coming, they enshroud me, like a veil of the ephemeral moment,
They are the merciless mirror, where my esteem breaks, melts away.
Time’s fragment measures the absence of self-confidence,
In their cadence, the tears tell me I must go on, not falter,
Embracing regret, it lays upon me, its pallid shadow,
"Cease now, stream of pain!", my cry goes forth to the stars.
Until the tears dissolve, become just dew for the coming dawn,
And the darkness that held me captive now yields, becomes translucent.
I contour an answer in the mirror of the world, my shadow merges with light,
Every moment is sensitive to the pull of hope, becomes consonant with it.
This is my rhyme, this is my voice:
Right feelings spur, right thinking raise;
In space and time, in proof and poise;
Blossoms occur, blessings appraise;
Urgent needs hurl, urgent wants pour;
Trust you concurred, trust you embraced;
Endowed our world, endowed our doors!
Faith in our land, faith in our soul;
Obsessed our trends, obsessed our bowl;
Rich action plans, rich fertile whole.
Our leader bold, our leader wise;
Used words to hold, used means to rise;
Ripe message told, ripe rewards prized.
History states, history styles:
Etch sure accord, etch clear story;
Lovely our fate, lively our smiles;
Move fine record, move grand beauty;
Such is your way, such is your grace;
Mindset set tough, mindset set brave;
Asked voters' sway, asked with straight face;
New team smoothes rough, new dawn to pave.
We follow truth, we favour trust;
Echoes of proof, echoes that last.
Profound strong mind, profound stern heart:
Respect you earn, respect you trade;
Ample you find, ample you start;
Insights we yearn, insights you made;
See our fond smiles, see our fine briefs:
Enriched lifestyles, enriched beliefs.
Leon Enriquez
18 Feb 2014
Singapore
Across the roaring 40’s
I sail
I fly
She’s in a hurry
To reach out
That Southern land
Like a horse
That knows the way home
She bucks
She sways
Her cloth
Slides across the wind
Hell or high
I will make sure
We harbour
The leeward side
And the Jack tars will sing
Hey ho
Here we go boys
Hold your breeches
And heave ho
Hold ya breeches
And heave ho
With white knuckles
I hold that wheel
As helmsman
I fear breaching
I won’t let it go
The wind
She blows
The waves
They tower
Nothing will stop me
Heading Over
That rising sun
And the Jack tars will sing
Hey ho
Here we go boys
Hold you breeches
And heave ho
Hold ya breeches
And heave ho
Swinging through the rigging
I take me time
To set a working sail
Up here
With Albatross
And god
I ‘am sailing
Through time
On a wing and a prayer
And the Jack tars will sing
Hey ho
Here we go boys
Hold your breeches
And heave ho
Hold ya breeches
And heave ho
Land ho
The call is made
There she be
That Southern land
Soon we’ll be safe
For sure
Me mates
On the leeward side
We"ll harbour
And the jack tars will sing
Hey ho
Here we go boys
Hold your breeches
And heave ho
Hold ya breeches
And heave ho
I was sailing with my friends to explore
the site with my sight
I stand on the edge and see a sea
Quickly grabbed my blue whistle and blew
They all stood here beneath me to hear
Wasn't allowed to make noise aloud
Annoyed a little they stare at me as i came down the stair
I would always wish to be like bee
Someone threw the ball on me with a terrifying bawl
A new person whom I never knew
He purposely did that ..to ask me some sum
But I shared fruits instead ,we all happily ate at eight
I gave two of them to helmsman too
We were about to reach our place in an hour.
As we arrived the destination ran in gait to open the gate...!!
Sep 16, 2020
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You, the loving helmsman of this
Pounding heart.
Who was your slave from the
very start.
I,am not feeling well today.
Bring your flickering flames
enclosed in your Herculean body,
To warm me, please do.
Hold me close to your amorous chest,
And let's get lost in each others space!
To travel and traverse the Universe
On a starship purely run on kisses.
You, helmsman of this this wanton
heart,
Keeper of my fragrant kisses,
You~ the dream of all my dreams
And my soul's deepest, most divine wishes.
With my deepest love,
Panagiota
July 2, 2019
6am PST
In the odyssey of my soul, I have sailed seas of uncharted destiny,
Embarked on the ship of time, under the flag of a stormy youth.
Six years under the starry sky, I forged myself among the wave crests,
Learning the language of the winds, the silent dialogue between star and compass.
I wove dreams in the workshops of the day, in a symphony of masterful gestures,
From painting dawns on the canvases of walls to building fortresses from old wood.
I planted gardens in the heart of the earth, carved beauty under the burning sun,
And purified the day's scents in the silver coat of kitchens, where time weaves its flavors.
On the paths of yoga, I was the flame of calm, master of ancestral balance,
Guiding steps on health trails, coach of spirits in search of harmony.
A wandering teacher through the halls of knowledge, I was a helmsman in the ocean of science,
Mentor for those weaving their path in the tapestry of education.
In the sanctuaries of museums, I became the weaver of silence,
The storyteller embracing centuries, opening the gates to the chambers of the past.
In hidden taverns, I was the evening's alchemist, pouring the elixir of stories into crystal,
Living among spirits and shadows, I found oases of peace in the everyday desert.
In the realms of factories, I lost and found myself in the dance of fire and iron,
In every corner, a story, in every spark, a promise.
I carved desires on small objects, in a miniature universe,
And discovered the hidden joy in the small gestures of existence.
I was the light in the night of those seeking meaning,
Guardian of silence in the temples of learning,
Weaver of lessons of history and society, for hearts open to knowledge.
My last journey, a master of balance, guardian of a kingdom of green and stone.
Writer of dreams, I gathered the echoes of each experience,
Weaving from the threads of reality a tapestry of fairy tales, transforming the mundane into magical.
Each job, a chapter in the epic of my life,
A pilgrimage through the labyrinth of memory, in search of the light lost among shadows.
"over the waters blue the night winds sigh, the breakers roar”...Lord Byron
I love to be upon the sea
When’er the tides are high
For rough sea does not bother me
Or thunder of the sky
Of this maybe you wonder why
It’s just the way I am
Unafraid and so brave am I
I’m Simple Sailor Sam.
Sailing along I sing with glee
Until the night is nigh
A time to rest this busy bee
To acquire earned shut eye
How quickly time goes floating by
I’m not a lonesome man
As my adventures keep me spry
I’m Simple Sailor Sam.
There’s lots to explore o’er the sea
Dolphins come to say Hi
With acrobatics that cheer me
As I am sailing by
For scenery I have the sky
A gift to an helmsman
Such a jolly sea dog am I
I’m Simple Sailor Sam.
So my hearties please do not cry
I do the best I can
Roaming raging tempests am I
I’m Simple Sailor Sam.
Eight bells.
Starboard watch.
Tightened up another notch.
Holy upheaval rages ‘neath a cathedral sky.
Losing way as the wind whips up the spray.
Stormy tormentors rubbed salt in my one good eye.
Felt the tension in the rigging.
Sensed the strain upon the keel.
Manned the pumps and reefed the tops’ls.
Heaven’s judgment; no appeal.
Two bells.
Buntlines fouled.
Ship’s physician prays aloud.
Hearts have been pounding since the tempest began to brew.
Kingdom come, can’t remember where we’re from.
Tried to dream back, but it’s blurred as an old tattoo.
Once we knew the harbor’s shelter.
Once we heard the shorebird’s song.
Once we mocked the earth we stood on,
Starved the weak to feed the strong.
Four bells.
Spied the coast.
Lashed the helmsman to his post.
Punished ourselves, though it’s the ocean that misbehaves.
Bells ring true, but I can’t add two and two.
Crew punchy and shot from bucking the white-capped waves.
Heard the bos’n howl for mercy.
Watched the cabin boy grow old.
Wished the rock should split the timber
And the sea should flood the hold.
Six bells.
Somber tones.
Felt the sound caress my bones.
Silver-tongued sirens tried to lure me beneath the foam.
Break that thread; like to find my way to bed.
Early comes early, and mate, it’s a long trip home.
For the times we played the bully,
Breaking teeth and pulling hair,
For the treasures that we’ve buried
And the dimes we couldn’t spare,
I’ll be a damned Dutchman’s fool.
Like to blow the bastard down.
Eight bells.
Larboard watch.
Tightened up another notch…
The helmsman sings a merry song:
Haec est vera fraternas,
and downs a cup of something strong,
Hick, vera, hick, hick, fraternas.
The sailors dance a lusty jig,
forsaking sails, crow's nest and rig.
Young princes and their ladies fair
join in the drunken helmsman's air:
Haec est vera fraternas.
Commoners with nobles prance.
Friars and laymen, how they dance!
The jester sports a broken lance,
a trophy from the fields of France.
"To Henry!" sounds the raucous toast.
Hear the young knights, how they boast
of conquests on and off the field,
when foemen or coy maidens yield.
While Fitzroy strokes a wench's leg,
the boatswain opes yet one more keg.
See their chains of gleaming gold,
but feel the wind grown strangely cold.
William the atheling alone,
to the marrow of each bone
feels what sorrows must atone
for the sins of court and throne.
Woe to the ship, woe to the realm,
where none is mindful of the helm.
Woe to the king who ne'er shall smile,
woe to those bereft of child.
Gone is that day and gone that night,
gone that ship so ghostly white,
gone the prince who bravely sought
to save his sister, deed ill bought!
If, one night by Barfleur's shore,
you may hear that song once more:
Haec est vera fraternas,
et haec est aeternitas.
The helmsman sings a merry song:
Haec est vera fraternas,
and downs a cup of something strong,
Hick, vera, hick, hick, fraternas.
The sailors dance a lusty jig,
forsaking sails, crow's nest and rig.
Young princes and their ladies fair
join in the drunken helmsman's air:
Haec est vera fraternas.
Commoners with nobles prance.
Friars and laymen, how they dance!
The jester sports a broken lance,
a trophy from the fields of France.
"To Henry!" sounds the raucous toast.
Hear the young knights, how they boast
of conquests on and off the field,
when foemen or coy maidens yield.
While Fitzroy strokes a wench's leg,
the boatswain opes yet one more keg.
See their chains of gleaming gold,
but feel the wind grown strangely cold.
William the atheling alone,
to the marrow of each bone
feels what sorrows must atone
for the sins of court and throne.
Woe to the ship, woe to the realm,
where none is mindful of the helm.
Woe to the king who ne'er shall smile,
woe to those bereft of child.
Gone is that day and gone that night,
gone that ship so ghostly white,
gone the prince who bravely sought
to save his sister, deed ill bought!
If, one night by Barfleur's shore,
you may hear that song once more:
Haec est vera fraternas,
et haec est aeternitas.