Long Highs Poems
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Joy
Funds ploy
Warm employ
Fun
Warms sun
In sure pun
Light
Gives sight
In clear flight
Deed
Plants seeds
As time speeds
Space
In place
Etch new trace
See
To be
Now surely
Laugh
Enough
In sure stuff
Be
To see
True beauty
Toss
Because
In sure loss
Smile
Fond style
Thoughts worthwhile
Play
Now stay
Just this day
Gift
No tiff
Just uplift
Truth
Sense proof
In warm groove
Write
Recite
Take a bite
Word
Now heard
In fond surge
Feast
Tame beast
Do not miss
Live
Then give
Simply live
Prize
Surprise
Pay the price
Sense
Sure tense
Bear nonsense
Spring
Nice swing
Watch time fling
Bloom
Fill room
Purge all gloom
Sigh
Such highs
Feel and fly
Leon Enriquez
03 June 2015
Singapore
Custodian of nostalgic memories,
I cannot help but glance at it everyday,
for it holds in its fold nearly forgotten stories,
that in the distant past used to make my heart sway,
now awaiting the urge within my soul to recreate
and so relive the charm of mystical echoes,
that here and now I may again celebrate
highs of yesteryears as also the lows.
What at first grips my fickle attention,
are not books or photo albums stored therein
but rather thick layers of dust that cause tension
and so the trusty bookshelf welcomes my break-in,
hoping that I may learn from error of my neglect,
reforming lethargic habits and pick up a book
and by doing so, at least offer some respect,
even if it ends up as but a cursory look.
Oh worthy storehouse of knowledge,
I applaud your ability to serve with verve,
judging me not irrespective if I acknowledge
the comfort you provide, which I doubt I deserve
for although many a friend has come and gone
your stoic presence in my life is reassuring,
to elevate my mood if I become forlorn
and so your presence is my mooring.
23-February-2023
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I see you standing on the heightened hill and everything around was still, you had the entire universe for yourself, and the trees, the birds and all the animals surround you and wrapped their tails around you; they were standing in harmony with nature, and they were all cheering for you. It was like a movie shooting under the golden light and you had five second to bring the story to life. Just as the story was coming together, Cinderella left the scene just before mid-night, you fold your body into a ball and wrapped yourself in a golden shawl and the lights glistened from above on you and you rolled out of the Shawl and held onto a branch on the tree with passion love and dignity.
You dance from mountain to tree, swinging like a chimpanzee, with hands and body in place and smiles all over your face, it's like no one was watching you, you had the world all for you and your fine figure align with the beam in the sky revealing your youthful years. I have never seen such splendid perfection and accurate routine of human body action. You were dancing from mountain to mountain, hopping and skipping like a young kangaroo without shoe, scaling over highs like stallions busting out of their pen in the middle of the night and the moon shining on top of you and the stars surrounds you, the heavens were blessing you. I stand and watch in awe, with mouth open wide, this grand occasion unfolding in front of my visionary eyes. The chipmunk watched from afar but as the evening gets darker, they drew closer and join the whole group and everyone applauded, screams and shouts resonate in the sky, and I got an instant portrait of the figure on the hill for sixty euro a piece. The finest artists were there to capture the splendid moves of the figure on the Heightened Hill.
Sights and sounds fling the spectrum grand,
Urge joy to sum warm pleasures here;
Bright lights now spring such vivid trends,
Touch knows outcome in flush of cheer;
Live wondrous sighs with feisty reach,
Embrace the tact that tells fond touch.
Dance ample highs from each to each,
Yield sensuous acts that mean so much;
Note how time shows bright sparkling finds,
Align pure heart that bold courage;
Make affluence glow with peace of mind,
Impress wise start this very stage;
Choice channels deed to feast and fest,
Surprise rich feed to primal quest.
Leon Enriquez
05 June 2016
Singapore
Echoes now surge
In frenzy's urge --
Cause, fatal purge.
Cry if you must,
This loss of thrust
In pain's bold lust.
As passion dies,
The lone soul sighs,
Exempt from highs!
Fumble and drop,
Collide and stop,
A dirty mop.
Such bitter gall:
Exit, downfall
As failure stalls.
Who can enjoy
Such painful ploys
In reverse joy?
Pain partners fear
As gloom comes near
To tarnish cheer.
Look up and see:
Harsh misery
Steal harmony.
Why wait for bliss?
Purge that, purge this,
Purge empty ease.
Weary minds wait,
Now desolate...
Pain contemplates.
I vacant lots,
Emptiness plots,
Devoid of thoughts.
Leon Enriquez
(27 June 2007)
Singapore
Your voice, soft echo in the dark,
A spark that dances where my doubts I hide—
You touch the ache, the shattered spark,
And I unfold, with nothing left to hide.
Your name, it hums inside my bones,
A melody no silence can erase.
When I am lost, you are my stone,
That pulls me back from empty space.
I don’t need diamonds, velvet ropes,
Or flashing lights that steal the show—
I only chase the light in your hopes,
The fire in the things you’ll never show.
Unwritten dreams, our secret code,
In you, I see the whole world glow—
Forget the fame, the highs, the show,
You're the only truth I want to know.
Our love, our echo in the dark.
Life is not just one single shore,
A long trek that shore to shore goes,
One learns from failure to failure.
Each failure, what a bitter cure!
Something to be endured, one knows,
Life is a quest from shore to shore.
Should failures a success ensure
Let one learn to take highs with lows,
Not success, one learns from failure.
Every time failure stares at door,
Pushing it op more, tends to pose:
Wait, success is no single shore.
A voice is heard as if from core:
O success to long journeys owes,
From failures alone one learns more.
A lady of a lifetime’s lure
Of highs of success, failure’s lows,
Not a lesson of single shore,
Life learns from failure to failure.
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Villanelle | 06.02.2007, revised March 2022 |
Note: Like all Villanelles, the first and third lines of the first stanza alternate here as refrain, maintaining the same message, but not repeated verbatim.
“Emptiness is an all- pervasive feeling of lack of movement or fulfilment in life. It is a hollowness that can’t be filled. It is stagnancy like doldrum”~ By Poet
Of late, I am haunted by an empty feeling.
This I have been trying to overlook,
But it has grown into alarming proportions.
No one can really know what I am passing through.
With vicious teeth and jagged talons,
This morbid feeling tears me from inside out.
There’s a kind of emotional void in me.
My mind is adrift and I can’t find solid ground.
You can never see it in my demeanour,
Nor discern any trace of it in my voice.
Somehow, I try to hide it from others
With a bubbling and facetious façade.
But it fattens in me, making me feel I am done
Which I can no more, ignore.
What I have is not actually pain or bitterness
But something I cannot name or define.
I feel life is empty without the option of any choice
A cosmic blink determines the pattern of our lives
Our status, rank, our highs and lows, all determined
By a power beyond our conscious control.
This emptiness inside, stays on with me
Without the outer world coming to know of it.
It is as if everything is slipping away from me.
I fear, I am fated to carry that feeling till my end.
Hope greets faith with cheer as love transcends grace;
Offer to just be present in life's feast;
Urge springs a smile here on each lively face;
Roar with sure beauty in fancy or beast.
Glimpse passing time as space shows up now;
Live with bold passion the mission you set;
Applaud your own rhymes as reason allows;
Succeed with action that risks the odd bet.
Sense time and tide hurl a certain charade;
Sing when gloomy skies bring unease and pain;
Trust your crazy swirl in unsure crusade;
You make your own highs when sighs fling complaint.
Look deep and you'll see that life soldiers on;
Expect now truly to live yet beyond.
Leon Enriquez
16 May 2014
Singapore
Make a milestone involving 1700 miles from the Sacramento Valley to Mid-Western USA. Build a memory with mountain highs, beautiful scenery,
sunshine, and blue skies every single day. We did not understand why there were starless skies, but we welcomed the scattered clouds, and fog-free fresh clean air. A few days of 'getaway' from the west coast, away from worries and free of cares. "Let there be fun and noise", said the football fans, as we raised our voices in the stands. By noon, the October sun was beaming on all 70,000 of us, as the wind and rain turned and ran. October sun will soon be gone, giving way to winter. But this is about 'the now'.
We went from 26.89 feet above sea level to the Great Divide measuring 7,130 feet above sea level. From the Pacific Ocean to the Great Divide, rivers run west to the sea. On the eastern side of the Great Divide we reached our destination at 910 feet above sea level where rivers run east as they beat a path to the Atlantic. How amazing and majestic is God's creation. Live video of such scenery from above must be one overwhelming sight, in the light of the October sun.
102419PoSoupContest, October Sun, Line Gauthier