Long Homewards Poems

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Premium Member Haiku Moment 1

Evening descends
Running track overture;
Brisk walk abstract

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Late night commute
Transit trains empty;
Small talk echoes

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Brisk walk homewards
Wind follows footsteps;
Seeking company

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Supper for dinner
Cold dishes now;
Busy delay

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Old lady struggles
Bad knee joints;
Painful walk

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Moonlight aura
Mystic blue streams;
Lovers serenade

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Rainy weather
Indoor activity;
TV interlude

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Afternoon siesta
Puzzling dream time;
Abrupt awakening

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Britain opts exit
European Union crisis;
Latest news flash

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Choices made
Winners and losers;
Consequences attend

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Be quick now
Let grief be brief;
Exclusion clause

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Leon Enriquez
26 June 2016
Singapore
Form: Haiku


Premium Member When

Wednesday, it was; Nineteenth, exactly if I must mention
Housewives, feeding kids and pets, were getting true tension
Eastward sky grew grey; impulsively, cattle rushed homewards 
Nightingales, to sing of true love, tuned their trachea chords

Welcoming the moon and the stars on their valorous way
Habitats did bid goodbye to the scorching sunny day
Ethereal exuberance enhanced each environs 
Naughty nocturnal nonpareils of April blow sirens

Wet with drizzles, weary winds wiped their whiskers on cool cloud
Howls of dogs, foxes, wolves, apes, and coyotes were heard aloud 
Endless Rest promised the noxious sting of death has gone numb,
Nullifying negations, nature, notations new did hum


23 April 2023
Form: Acrostic

dissolving

                                                                                               
Dissolving in Ecstasy  

I take leave
                                                 
facing Awareness alert 
                                     
showing flowery way Homewards     
                                                    
diffuse rainbows riding fast 

           a whispering shoreline    

           blood becomes water    
                                         
           bones skin nails hair lips 

           Spirit sailing soars

            I lived a full life of laughter 

           all praise to God’s Great Love

           weep not for me

           now or evermore ! 

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Form: Verse

Premium Member Weekend Memory

Late 1940s England

the square
   was packed
& the high street full
meat&veg seemed plentiful

market barkers
  drew the queues
with jokes
         impromptu

shoppers filed
     neat& formal
in sainsburys greggs
  & home colonial

the bacon slicer
  shuttled back& forth
rashers scaled
 in halves&fourths

bread mealed smooth&strong
   butter patted shaped oblong
cheese cut with twangy wire
 toasted later on an open fire

ham sliced from the bone
 spuds bagged    weighed in stones
tea from open square tins
 packet-served with a welcome grin

'woollies' snackbar smells
  'elevenses'  hunger time to quell
one mug of ovaltine must'nt dally
so shortcut thru' market alley

where auctioneers tones rise&fall
 above the sheep&cattle stalls
  then off homewards at a trot
 last pennies spent in feaseys   sweetshop

on the train bridge 'spotted' numbers new
waited    whilst the 'cutler' raced thru'
 along pebble brook   time to climb a tree
    on this day  shopping was made coupon-free
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Moon

Moon view through bamboo pines,
Mystic magic aura;
Blue glow in brief grapevine,
Silence weaves through flora.


Late evening I stroll,
By this parkway alone;
Straying thoughts drift and roll,
Cold wind chills my old bones.


The world of work needs rest,
For mortal humans here;
I stroll by to digest,
To observe far and near.


Crickets in the shrubs sing,
Strange cacophony loud;
Moon speaks as silence flings,
Sentimental and proud.


Crystals streams of moon glow,
I spy the heavens vast;
Discern a vivid show,
Then turn homewards at last.




Leon Enriquez
25 May 2016
Singapore
Form: Quatrain


Premium Member May Moments 3

Competition
Distraction;
Extension


This May Day pause
Labour rests;
Just a moment


Holiday calm
Before the storm;
Breakaway norms


Slow stroll strides
Mini-mart long queue;
Confront waiting charade


Purchase in tow
Two full hands struggle;
Bear laden stuff homewards


Newspaper vendor waits
Sidewalk corner bench;
Newsprint in stacks


All the printed news
You can buy;
A curious read indeed


Fruit ready-cut
Grab some on-the-go;
Eat as you fly past


Lazy moods fling
A strange sway;
Not much to do


Dogs on leash
Owners chit-chat;
About doggie demeanour


Tiny tots run
Awkward steps taken;
Adults rush to help


Leon Enriquez
03 May 2014
Singapore
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Mystic Moments

Early start
East Coast Ferry Terminal;
Sleepy journey


Trip for two
Getaway spa resort;
Rest and recuperate


Mystic moments:
Retreat into void --
Battery recharging


To re-jig sense
Spur sensorial feel;
Find and anchor


Getaway mode
Three days of rest;
Tropical idyll


Sing a song
Joy floods again;
Refresh soiled templates


Doing nothing
Can heal you wholesome;
Empty cups need refill


So there you go:
Two lovers
Playing catchup


Take your trip,
Embrace emptiness;
Rest weary wiles


Here by this bench
Watch people passing;
Wit humours worry


Driver's hot seat:
Fast luxury car
Speeding away


Now for a pit stop
Mechanics of motion;
Preventive maintenance


Bus trip homewards
Observe fellow passengers;
Flashy mobile devices


We flood the bus
Private thoughts lurk;
Ready to unleash


Air-con bus ride
Morning masquerade;
Chameleons in-transit


Glare of morning
Sun in my eyes;
Drowsy dreamy crazy


Missing the point
Stray words dislodge;
Meaning decapitated


Drowsy movement
Blurry sensations;
Graveyard shift starts


Report and lodge
Complaint that cuts;
Fire a loose cannon 


Moody mindset
Uneasy dawn;
Distant tremors


Exit the start
Enter the end;
Roundabout lurks


Highway song
Go fast within limits;
Speedy Gonzales!


Follow the signs:
Deliver me
From my slavery


Illumination saves
Ignorance and blame;
Choice rewards freedom


Morning story
Sleep put on hold;
Awareness now grooms


Leon Enriquez
25 Feb 2014
Singapore
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Melody

Evening cascades
Journey homewards;
Work hiatus

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Spring hurls
Fragrant blossoms;
Festive mood

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Tender saplings
Sky bound yearnings;
Sun mesmerising

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Joy sparkles
Spring melodies;
Buzz of freshness

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Long bank queue
Urgent transactions;
Cash is king

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Overseas studies
Payments to make;
Vested future

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Waiting an hour
Long queue dwindles;
Our turn now

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Paperwork signed
Fund transfer instructions;
Australian university

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Hectic activity
So much to do;
Moving all afternoon

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Lunar new year
Fortune incoming;
Brisk preparations

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Auspicious airs
Prevailing certainty;
Better days ahead

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Leon Enriquez
04 February 2015
Singapore
Form: Haiku

Premium Member A Life of Sailing Abc

A life of sailing journeys
Beckons to embrace
Catching the wind in the sails
Dealbation heaven opening to the cloud full sky.
Early morning radiant sunrise, 
Filling everyone with spiritual pride. Being
Guiding into the horizon all the way out to sea
High tide and off with a full moon navigating by the stars
Idealizing the sea and smell and feel, the tease of cool breeze.
Just pull the sails up and fill them with wind. 
Knowledge of skillful sailing assures a safe voyage. Having
Limitless freedom out in the ocean 
Minds forget the terror of being forever lost at sea
Newfound enthusiasm   sighting shore will 
Oblige thoughts comfort in difficult times.
Passing of so many days and nights,
Quiet twilight nights lulls-tired bodies to sleep. The
Recovering   crew continues to work as
Squalling seagulls swoop from azure sky
Trailing behind the up and down floating sail. Homewards bound
Under the right conditions if the tides and wind permit.  
Voyage takes the route back home with fond memory  
Worlds apart are distant lands
Xenophilia for the unknown 
Yearning, passion search for
Zealous admiration for the sea


5/6/2020
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Up From Alabama - the Young Professional Bulldog Visits

In late on a late night from a long journey,
Barely in the door 
She's telling funny stories of her own misfortunes.
A comedy of errors that harried her homewards.


The young woman who will always be our child
Has the lot of us laughing
When we should be asleep
At things that would've driven others
To fury or despair
But those have no hold on her,
Because bulldogs don't give up -
They just hold on.

So now she's holding on again -
A new grownup
In a too grownup world.
Schooltime over; 
Lessons  now born from living.

- But that's all right,
Because biting down, holding fast
Is what she does -
She's gonna chew this bone too,
The tough white bone of adulthood,
Down to a pile of fine, digestible dust

 
She'll make it all her own
The while she works it.

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