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Early rising
Sparkling skies;
Sublime moment
Dearest and I
Get ready;
Tour group assemble
Tour coach speeding
Jerky vibes;
Highway pulsations
Chinese lady guide
Delivers tour highlights;
Foreign inspiration
Off we go
Profound talk;
Morning invocation
Lijiang Expressions
A theme park act;
Chinese folk drama
Expectations
Captive tour audience;
Lijiang story
Vast mountain range
Snow-capped peaks;
Silence speaks loud
Supersonic boom
Speech echoes wonder;
Our ears feel blast
Overpowering sonic
Lady tour guide drenches;
Too high decibels
So many words
Stressed and jarring;
Blazing this mountain road
Joy lives here
Spring lingers;
Awesome mountain side
This old village
By this mountain;
Agrarian dialect
Cotton candy clouds
Breeze the peaks;
Touch of heaven
Ancient village
Historical tribal culture;
Displaced by modernity
Theme park sojourn
By mountain side;
Photo snapshot collection
Leon Enriquez
Lijiang, China
Yunnan Province
22 May 2014
Autumn brings colors to uplift "summer's soul"
"washing withered" greens with bright patina;
the eyesight delight which brightens and abets,
with "fiery fusion," new scenes old summer will accept-
highlights, imparted justly, as her season's last hurrah
while she leaves, bereaves her lost Xanadu,
in the brilliance of red/golds swirled with orange/amber,
crowning trees and carpeting sprawled bald lawns with cheer-
to "soften summer's" exit within "Autumn's arena"-
until she returns again- post next year's Spring Rebirth.
September 11, 2022
~1st Place~
Contest: The A's Have It
Sponsor: Joseph May
Judged: 10/02/2022
Theme/Title: Last Hurrah
Bold = Alphabetical order of 3 words
Quotes = Alliterations
Italics = Internal Rhyme
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Contest Rules:
2 or more lines with 3 words in alphabetical order. It can be
more words but the minimum is 3 words.
3 or more lines with alliterations.
2 or more lines with internal rhymes (perfect rhymes)
Spell out a word with the last letters of each line,
That word is your Title and your Theme
Abruptly now
Sad tragedy strikes;
Flight enroute
Bad weather
Storms magnify;
Erupt and hurl
Airplane turmoil
In stormy squall;
Now lost at sea
Surabaya takeoff
Bound for Singapore;
Java Sea crash
Search and Rescue teams
Mounting massive search;
A time-sensitive hunt
Bad weather and time
Pressure our urgency;
A blindfolded seeking
Debris afloat
Physical recovery;
Death deals remains
Our collective humanity
Shines in compassion;
To try the impossible
The news highlights
Speak of no good news;
Time will unravel stuff
We say a simple prayer
For the souls lost at sea;
May the light of love shine
May grace and goodwill
Show you the way;
To walk to that great light
And for the sad living
May you find closure;
Let faith repair beyond despair
So sad this weary world
When weather swirls terrible;
A catastrophic tragedy
Alas! We come and go
In any form we know;
To start is to end
Leon Enriquez
30 December 2014
Singapore
As warm as the sun and as cold as ice,
Nature's the mother for whom the birds sing.
Strolling through the woods, I embrace Autumn's
sensually immersive sensations.
From a crackling carpet of fallen leaves
to the smell of rotting logs and fungi:
Nature's presence is all-encompassing.
And a chorus of skeletal branches
rattle, like bones, in the wake of each breeze.
Each season
Nature changes
Her looks,
using color
to express Herself.
Spring is green,
Summer
is khaki,
and Fall
dapples orange
and scarlet
highlights, on the trees.
While Winter wears powder
white,
with crystals of ice.
Upon my brush I take bright pink paint, then rub it softly upon my canvas. This starts my highlights, for my pretty sky. I want to match the canvas, I take a bright pink blusher. Then softly, I blush my cheeks. Paint is paint, whether on canvas or skin.
Date Written: 5/22/2022
When the veil is pulled away subject exposed story
what motivation drives these blind merchants
let's lay it out clearly from waters of your soul tabled
evidence points to an unstable world circus painting creeping bugs
following a trail of crumbs Judas kissing the other cheek
Where muppets pull all the strings attached accord
true crafts are undervalued directly honest speaking
making deals to undercut facts highlights a bought body
wages go backwards in time for those whom work hard
The upper crust consider themselves royalty in suits
when law of the land works for mere crumbs of their table
corruption's one disease of these needy vermin sinking fangs into
the icing of our cakes rats infested without hope
Justice is no longer held with value anymore
as the poor are robbed of their rights daily important
stripping values is the underhanded deals in tribunals hanging joke
Now slaves to the beggars purse cast as worthless
imperial law has been enforced through this savagery served
by poor management with silver lining fingers subject pollution begins
inwards always taking away but never ever giving back
Stealing becomes a bad example set telling both sides of the snakes tale
lies become the normal gender bending truth far fetched bigots
slanting this towards the underhanded source decisions effect reality
we should nail each and every deed that holds ransom to democracy
I carve angel wings on the go,
under a sky of twinkling lights.
It's the only art form I know,
creating angels in the snow.
Ascending; Luna moves so slow
giving birth to the long, cold nights.
I carve angel wings on the go
under a sky of twinkling lights.
Giving birth to winter's long nights,
a virgin moon bleeds in the sky.
Guiding the clouds with gold highlights
Luna now readjusts Her sights,
filling my heart with sweet delights
granting my soul wings to fly.
Giving birth to winter's long nights,
a virgin moon bleeds in the sky.
(Intertwining Triolet)
12/10/2017
The flat evening
In the bowl
In the swing
Absolute control
In the sky
The gray air
A little shy
The white hair
In the morning
The beta blocker
In the evening
The scripture and prayer
The river was tranquil
Neither the ripples nor the whistles
The chest peaceful
No fractions and decimals
Suddenly the gale
A blue blast
The prayer is frail
Begins the glasnost
In the dead soil
Fresh green poetry
The cup of turmoil
The struggling two and three
The charm is infectious
The music so supple
The Aphrodite of Cyprus
Drives away the camel
The control is contaminated
The germ is inexorable
With the blood gets blended
The pink poison granules
We postpone the starlight
The wine glasses calling
The summits of the highlights
In the waft of the spring
____________________________________
April 7, 2018
Contamination - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Conflicting waves ruffle the smooth blue static
hindering the ethereal progression of her path
Airiness sinks heavily to lean into leaden aqua
mistiness lingering, a foggy dolorous requiem
Practical currents, seem to have lost their step
as winds gust, only to die in competing dogma
Gone again are the gains to the losses gaining!
New rules implemented o’er the old as the sun
explicitly highlights flaws within its blared flare
Listless and restless tossing of the weary soul
aspiring to stay afloat in a much bouncier sea
Denying the salty sting, sways ‘long the bend
yielding painfully to a slower, upriver, journey
6/23/23
Monet's Impression, Sunrise
First impressions leave memories
that can linger for a very long time
and give a sense of peace and understanding
that rewards the solitude of the mind
with satisfaction in contemplative reflection.
This may be deceiving and can mislead one to believe
that which is right may, in fact, be wrong.
Graciously accept the artist’s shared perception
that there is no ambiguity, only a warning
of the impending storm threatening prevalent reasoning.
The ascending sun, with its reflection on the water,
highlights a sense of direction as the rowers row
across the harbour at the break of morn.
Past cranes and derricks and ships at anchor
beneath a smoke-blurred fiery sky, accented
by pastel shades of blue to create the sombre mood
that expresses Monet’s "Impression, Sunrise" painting
and shares with the onlookers his representation
of nature from an Impressionist’s point of view
in the Industrial Age, heralding in the revolution.
That begs the question, “Where are they going,
and why blood orange?” (Oh, but I’ve seen that colour before.)
Day-to-day inquiries are asked of one another and strangers.
Monet incorporates an art form using oils on canvas,
forcing the audience to observe with curiosity,
thus presenting a sliver of time of life’s tranquillity at sea.
This provocation of thought chinks the consciousness
of seasoned connoisseurs who see change as frightening
and challenges their manipulation of artistic output
(to act like mechanical agents thwarting creativity).
“Will they reach their destination? Will it be as they hoped for?”
Hurry! Though calm, the waters will soon froth in labour.
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Note:
“Monet’s Impression, Sunrise” is an ekphrastic poem referencing the painting “Impression, Sunrise” (1872) by Claude Monet (1840–1926).