Long Here Poems
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Everybody is a winner who plays any game,
They are not sitting in the cool of the shade!
They are out in the field of life.
Facing near any and all manner of strife.
They will have sincere fans that back them,
And others who can't wait to stab them.
That's called life...
The true ones go on playing as a strong team,
Not crawling to be number one, as if
that were sonething supreme!
Imagine running around with number one
on your chest!
As if that made you, a superior being, the
Top poet, the one who is best!
There are many poets here simply ignored.
But it's perfectly fine, they are not here to
be Número Uno on the poetry scoreboard.
This is not the Poetry Olympics! But wait.
It is for some. They must be the best..
That is their desired fate.
Let's see if their poetry can even touch a
Wordswoth or Whitman?
But alas, they laugh,as though those poets were
Odious hitmen.
Just write good poetry, so true to you.
Stay out of running in the poetry zoo!
Love other poets before yourself.
Then you will be number one on your own shelf.
And that's how it should be, I do think,
With a pride in your poetry, never popularity.
Art is in not in big numbers made,
But by thoughtful crafting like beautiful
brocade.
We know the swift words casually penned!
And wise enough to see a poem as
an art form, and we sigh..Amen!
5/20/2019
6:15 Pm PST
On the road to truth, the journey begins with timid steps,
A pilgrimage to the edge of solitude, where silence sings,
The examined life stretches like an endless road under the vast sky,
A long journey among the shadows of fading thoughts.
In the quest for truth, I gaze into the mirror of time,
Where reflections dance like specters on a frozen lake,
My truth becomes a treasure hidden beneath veils of mist,
A pale flame that illuminates only the path to oneself.
On the roadside, where solitude stretches its arms,
I stop to listen to the whispers of the wind carrying news,
Here, my truth sits beside me, a silent companion,
An unseen friend who whispers stories from other lives.
The burden of searching becomes light as a feather carried by the wind,
And the soul finds solace in the melancholy of the evening,
Where stars draw maps of unfulfilled dreams,
And the moon watches over like a gentle mother above the sleeping world.
Truth, a diamond hidden deep within my heart,
Gleams timidly under the light of late understanding,
And though the journey has left me bare at the roadside,
I feel my spirit filled with the eternal song of the universe.
In the stream of consciousness, thoughts fly free like birds,
On the wings of time unfolding like an ancient scroll,
And even if I am left with only truth and nothing else,
I embrace solitude as an old friend of my soul.
(For Axel Caleb)
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Apt lovely face charms in sure light,
eXpress the way joy shouts and screams;
Excite this space with looks most bright,
Love comes Sunday with cuddly dreams.
Charm styles a poise with pout and frown,
Ask cheer and health to anchor grace;
Live feisty voice upon these grounds,
Etch wonder's wealth in ample trace;
Being blooms well love's lasting good.
Embrace clear hope with sparkling fest,
Now and here dwell on fragrant moods;
Remind fine scope to honour zest,
Indulge dear heart a precious feel;
Quest comes to show in earth dog year,
Urge flavours start to touch and heal;
Endow and grow goodwill that cheers,
Zoom in the light as moments come.
Abide fond ease the passage forth,
Choice mellows right as love now sums;
Exact fine peace the mystic north.
Prize fits the dream upon these shores,
Rush of cool breeze greets humble gaze;
Observe warm streams that channel more,
Feel happy squeeze of timely craze;
Oblige in time insight that floods,
Use sanguine calm to live life bold;
Note deep delight in lymph and blood,
Dance with love's psalm as life unfolds.
Leon Enriquez
11 March 2018
Singapore
I am raging mad. Wishing I had hot molting killing lava to pour on that ugly human in the funny clothes who violated me yesterday. Feeling a thrill thinking of the pain he would have felt yesterday when he was poking me with his damned tools if I had been able to access my lava field. I know there is an orange and black fire deep inside my recesses, however, they are difficult to bring up when you need them. Yesterday I felt disappointed and sad that I could not access her at will. I am angry today that I am sore, pierced, and unmercifully staked by these ugly confining posts and their equally ugly wires.
Three dragonflies, a multitude of butterflies, and grasshoppers continue to hop around on me, and easily glide through the ugly fencing, blissfully unaware at the rage I am feeling today. This angers me even more. If I hurt, I want everyone to hurt. I groan loudly, trying to access my lava. My grasses quiver, aware of my broken dreams, and severed roots, angry too at the ugly piles of dirt at the bottom of these ugly pokey things.
I had hoped to stay wild, unencumbered, and free until the end of the world. It is here now, for me. A large ugly piece of equipment stops on the road. Good. At least it is not driving on me! Two uglies and an uglier get out. They are leading a baby bull toward my sore, pierced, ugly hurting self. Just when I thought nothing could get worse! My grass raises on end, and I shudder. It is bad enough I lost so many wild strawberries, so many batches of clover, and so many wildflowers yesterday when that ugly was posting me. Now this? My tall grasses strain hard, trying to bring forth the lava. The young bull is lead into this now ugly circle enclosure. The other uglies shut the gate, and secure it. Ouch! I yell, but they pretend to not hear. The baby begins chomping at my grasses, and surprisingly it does not hurt as much as I thought it would. Actually, it feels liberating. I settle down a bit, as the happy flying things scatter.
Not always an easy feat as a day can run so long
Day after day you repeat like a ball in ping pong
But you have that anchor that holds you so steady
This you can be sure in keeping you from the eddy
We experienced it, as each of us acknowledge this
But I can not omit many others who just might miss
As the message is clear but to those who are blind
That is who I hold so dear and praying He will find
A reward that is great in a Mercy that is unending
Wanting this as your fate the message I'm sending
That every closed ear may once again be reopened
That it will all be clear and your heart too will mend
Don't just up and walk away He loves you too much
Woven throughout your day with such a gentle touch
Simply asking to continue why Jesus had come here
By showing His love for YOU that He hold's you dear
Ephesians 2:4
But God, who is rich in mercy,
for his great love wherewith he loved us,
Sunshine fields, warm smiles of hues as green fade.
Nature whispers to creatures, season change;
rustling reddish, tan, golden leaves arrayed.
Gnarly old tree deep raw umber shades range.
Highest out stretched bough grasp the fraying rope
the back and forth sway, two in solitude
on a woven hemp hammock full of hope.
No fantasy or strife did here intrude.
Wild beast hide in the bosom of the earth
in fear of human that are blind and won't
listen to their breathtaking beauty's worth
and needs until they banish if they don't!
Grand problems that may threaten the planet,
plants, animals will no longer stand-it.
10/21/2017
Poem entered : All about the environment.
Poetry Contest: Second Chance Contest
sponsored by; Richard Lamoure
You didn't love me.
Not even a little.
Not in the quiet way I needed—
not in the way that could’ve saved me.
So I carved it into skin
because I needed someone
to see something real.
And pain?
Pain shows up.
Pain answers.
Lines on my arms like tally marks—
not counting days,
but the moments I survived
wanting to disappear.
The blade was a lover that never left.
It kissed without shame,
whispered, “You are here. You are real.”
They say: “Don’t.”
I say: “Then help me feel something else.”
Because your silence
was louder than any scream I ever made
into my own flesh.
And maybe the blood
was just a truth I could finally hold,
when your love was nothing
but a ghost that wouldn’t
haunt me back.
Years ago, but one
Nineteen hundred and thirty one
Solomon the Gun
He smoked big cigars
He drove really big fast cars
On his face a scar
He ruled the city
Drove us all into pity
Made us feel shifty
The world his oyster
I don't mean to be witty
Boiled, fried, roasted
He always boasted
"I can take anyone out
Anytime I wish"
He owned everyone
Father, mother, daughter, son
No one was safe from
Solomon the Gun
He's always a gangsters son
With a Tommy Gun
He killed thirteen men
St. Valentines Massacre
Dirty cold red blood
Alibi's no good
Now Solomon's on the run
The cops after him
Nowhere left to run
Solomon's shot in the head
He was left for dead
Oh, he's all but gone
Nothing but a memory
Newspaper fodder
Now, he wasn't brave
Buried in an unmarked grave
Never to be saved
He was just stupid
A total stooge and moron
Solomon the Gun
When you fight the law
You'd best have the bigger gun
And bigger ego
Better be faster
On the draw and on the run
Or it's your last here
Now, you may well say
What's the moral of the story?
What to take away?
Solomon the Gun
The moral is simply this
Don't be like he was...
The air in here is really dense
The room is completely tense
Feelings are out in the open
We are both wishin' and hopin'
This gets settled really fast
Before emotions stir and blast
Us both with hateful words
We shouldn't have even heard
Let;s stay calm and sort this out
That's what love is all about
Trust and lots of compromise
Please take a look inside my eyes
The passion and love is there
Open up your heart and hear
My heart beating for you
Sit down we can work it through
Tell me what you are feeling
Then we can both start this healing
We have needed for so long
We can make right every wrong
That is keeping us pinned down
With the angry hearts we've found
In my reality
He is my fantasy
Teasing me every waking moment
Tempting me
With his memory
In the night
So why does needing him
Feel so damn right
Can't escape this
God knows I've tried
Won't even go there
About how many times for him I've cried
My life has had plenty of surprises
But this is the biggest of all
What is God really trying to do
Make me fall
Why put anyone
Through all this pain and sorrow
Instead of hiding away
I should be living like
There's no tomorrow
I should be there with him
Letting him know
With him I want to begin again
Our love don't know bounds
And it has never known an end
I'm afraid of what lies ahead
Then if I don't find out there will be more regrets
I long to have him here in my bed
His sweet kisses and soft touch
That I deeply miss so much
But I'm here crying and such
Eyes so swelled I'm blinded with tears
Do I face them once and for all
Or continue to live this way
Holding on to my fears