Long Hints Poems
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I never thought I was a princess
only a child of the forest wild.
Arriving unexpected,
despite the hints along the way,
to mother's chagrin, we never quite connected.
I was quite the surprise on my birthday.
She wrapped me in a bright red blanket
and there I was unwanted and very much alive,
warm, tightly wrapped safely in a bundle,
left on my grandmother's doorstep to thrive
learning to be most grateful and humble.
That old, kind woman, took me in and recognized my face
knowing well the secret of my birth and place
surmising the very source from where I came
and as I grew, she knew, the Red would become my name.
My story was a secret that no one should ever be told
but children share their secrets from the fold.
A strange young boy who ran with wolves beyond the wood
had often met and played with little Red riding hood.
They spent their time together after school
and spoke of the world and all its silly rules
but they were not meant to be a part of it,
the boy and Red were more simple spirits.
When grandma died having given Red all she could teach her,
it was said villagers saw two strange and wolf like creatures
who came and took the most precious things away
and Red riding hood disappeared that very day.
The red blanket still hangs upon a line
and in the window of that forest lost in time,
some say they see, a wolf boy and young girl that run
laughing and playing in the morning sun.
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Suitors lined up, hoping to court me
Promising plethoras of pleasure
Tantalizing, teasing hints of treasure
To move my reticent, reluctant lips to say ‘Oui’
To obsequious bow to my innumerable charms,
While in a mirror of pomp, I primp and pose
When spot a man – mustachioed, mysterious – undisposed
To flatter my golden hair, narrow waist or delicate arms
An unlikely king or composer of Psalms
Ill-at-ease with strongmen and heroes
Counselor to hobos, weirdos and zeroes
And I, drawn to his visage with increasing alarm
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Listen now
Your heart speaks
Soft whispers
Listen here
Your heart knows
Calm hints
A silence fills
Laughter and tears
Punctuate movement
A silence flows
Notice the gap
In between noise
The mind chatters
Unceasingly
Noise feels empty
The mind splinters
Mountain from molehill
Noise feeds ego
The soul sings
Music and magic
Rapture thrills
The soul plays
Wind through bamboo
Sighs in birdsong
The world twirls
Swirl of seasons
Devoid of reasons
The world seeks
Praise and plenty
Secure in empty
Time and space pun
Humour greets wit
Steer awkward fit
Leon Enriquez
04 Apr 2014
Singapore
(Dedication: For my wife Ann)
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Ours days unveil a fond story,
Urge of two hearts that beat in-sync;
Rich precious tales in petals free.
Moments of art carve spacious brinks,
Explore the edge where feelings squeeze;
Make time now air soul movements clear,
Outlive mere page in windy breeze;
Rest with cheer's flair with joy most dear,
Yes love floods light with sight that comes;
Keep true love's fest in ecstasy;
Now moves grand flight in vibrant sums;
Opt sensuous zest sheer harmony;
Words work the thrill of hints that mint,
Sense happy fill delights that tint.
Leon Enriquez
10 October 2016
Singapore
In case you do not know the rule
For using such a word,
I’ll give some hints so that from guessing
You won’t be deterred.
A sentence must begin with one
And also someone’s name
Or any other proper noun;
Your teacher’s not to blame.
Some words are writ, for emphasis,
In only majuscules.
When texting, many people use
A keyboard’s handy tools.
Though miniscule began its life
To name a small-case letter,
Its use expanded, so it now
Means all things small – much better.
But majuscule got stuck in gear
And has one definition –
A letter that’s a capital;
Let’s bring this to FRUITION!
Like a frowsy, dowdy
old housewife
I sit largely
unnoticed
stout and squat
a sort of kitchen sentry
rarely appreciated
until some minor crisis-
Cough, sniffle, stomachache
a particularly bad day
or fancy party...
then things heat up
quickly for me!
This was one of those
fancy party days
no cause to celebrate
for me!
Grueling stove-top swelter
I take it all in stride
despite the pressure
never boiling over
(I still have my pride...)
But when it gets me
really steamed
I drop polite hints
the best I can
in ladylike whispers
until I simply
can take no more-
and my shrill, piercing screams
draw attention, but fast!
It never lasts...
So she perches there
on pointy tippy-toes
in all her perky, snooty primness
silently snarky and subtle
sneakily taking credit
for all my hard work!
And as the luncheon ladies
Oooh and Aaah
“What wonderful tea!”
she points her delicate
snobby little spout
even higher with pride
But, one of these days
she'll regret it-
that snooty sassy-pot...
for I'm a tough
old stainless broad
and I'll chip her china, yet!
...And while I'll be careful
to make it seem
ever-so-casual
(like an accident)
she'll know deep down
it's really her long overdue
and well deserved
comeuppance!
A common thread in humanities fabric,
Sees knowledge as power that one obtains.
Even our science hints to this information,
As what is transferred along quantum cosmic lanes.
This data is constantly flowing, in a
Sea so vast that no shoreline is seen.
Although a rhythm is found among cycles,
And our thirst tries to collect in a canteen.
Just as most resources possess value,
The lessons learned aren't universal or absolute.
Since the harvesting stretches beyond boundaries,
And the farm worker's only choose the best fruit.
What this insures is an abundant yield,
That will last throughout time and space.
With the hope it will find needed wisdom,
Where mankind survives...content in its place.
I am drinking my sugary sweet pink grapefruit juice
when I spy it
a black something floating about
It is waving to me.
Yelling something.
I fish it out and get a magnifying glass.
I can see it is a spider now.
It asks me to get it back to the old country.
I don’t know which old country.
It gives me a bunch of hints.
The voice is so low…..
Greece? Spain? Scotland?
I am straining to listen.
Then I have an idea.
There is a magnifier app on my I-phone.
I run to get it.
When I return the spider is gone.
Have you seen my I-phone? I ask my husband.
He holds up my I-phone and says “yes, I just smashed a spider with it.”
"Unreasonable Reasons for Fighting Dragons: Off Planet, Exiled"
I could write something beautiful for you,
like outside the windows
the raindrops slide off tips of green leaves
there are tears like pearldrops falling
onto moist lips like ripe rosebuds
hints of myrtle lemon that the tongue licks
like sticky marshmallow fingertips sweetly glued
softly placing a bookmark, between pages.
we should stop there for the night, before bedtime,
because bedtime is where love waits impatiently
for all manner of things,
like daughters immersed in all their removed seasons
reflected in unreasonable reasons
for fighting dragons in their imagined labyrinths
I cajole you, I proffer
that the very first love you will ever know
has prickly barbs like a bee that stings
and sticks deep in the skin like supersedure,
n.b. for hives, use Royal Crème,
and the preceding Queen bees
take an unaccustomed back seat,
sipping thoughtfully on honeyed
words and mead
in that tricky place,
where their children once played
and now those daughters
are the superseding
Royal Queens;
they are without doubt
the strongest in this case,
immortal paramours
and whilst their doppleganger stance
is terribly traumatised and competitive,
the archives, I have learned
as chief librarian in this place,
in grounds most territorial,
must be handled
with speak easy kid gloves,
insert the softest lambs’ wool here -
black sheep
all of the above
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Voice finesse here beyond mere tints,
Intent firms poise to glimpse bright zest;
Opt crystal clear what whimsy hints,
Live happy choice that knows what's best;
Engage this world on your own terms,
Touch sparkles thrill beyond mere pain.
Surprise casts swirls in joy's sweet germs,
Nurture fond will to gather gain;
Apply bold feel to dare live well,
Picture the gaze in light worthwhile;
See how time heals dark days that tell,
Hurl cheery craze with snapshot style
Observe true heart in sheer delight,
Tell of wise art in pretty flight.
Leon Enriquez
30 January 2016
Singapore