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For you I’ll plant this tree
Upon the ground that you’ve walked
There to grow and shade and feed
The friends that you’ve made.
May this tree bear sweet fruit
Found only in this place
Where others will come to learn of you
And benefit from your grace.
For you I’ll tend this field
Filled with bounteous food
For which you labored many years
Through endless droughts
And lonely tears.
May this food feed the hungry
Enriching many lives
To give their best,
And to the many hopeless, rest.
For you I’ll repair this barn
Mending every nail, painting planks,
Cleaning tanks, and stacking each bail.
Here you toiled in the heat
With aching blisters
On your hands and feet.
May this barn shelter the homeless,
The lonely and oppressed
Where broken lives are mended
With loving kindness.
For you I’ll guard this house
Protecting every treasure
From the thieves of night
And the sun’s light.
The lessons that you taught me
Shine brighter than gold;
They neither rust nor fade
Nor tarnish when old.
May this treasure be spent
To cultivate minds
To burn brighter than the luster
That money finds.
For you I’ll tend this grave
Cleaning off your stone,
Trimming the grass
And plucking the weeds
That have grown.
How quiet it is here among so many trees
Like the leaves that have fallen
You’re honored among these.
May this grave beneath the soil
Remind us of our Lord
That death has been conquered,
And life to all has been restored.
For you I’ll shed these tears
And mourn you for my loss,
Yet, through the haze of disbelief
I see an empty cross.
May these tears be fruitful
And water with my love
The tree that I just planted
For my father, now above.
Words slip through my hands;
life crumbles like wet sand, and
I, sit still, and sob.
My tender heart bleeds -
at injustice near and far,
that one can't carry.
We were to be, one
family of God, and yet -
we are cattle, caged.
When will the world see?
We are united through love,
that is Christ Jesus!
Why do we live blind,
when we each have eyes to see -
and ears to hear Him?
Lord may my weeping,
be a prayer unto you, God.
'Heal our broken hearts'
Make us a body -
of Christ again, pure and right -
unto you, always.
(A collection of Haikus)
03.08.2024
The void was my home for a billion years.
In a few more, I will be returning.
The prospect of my absence induces fears,
but it should not be all to concerning.
There will be no more joy, but no more tears,
and no more heartache or hopeless yearning.
These last decades, I've felt life's painful sting.
but shortly, I won't feel a bloody thing.
Though, this poet will no longer exist,
and I will not have this identity,
my constituent atoms will persist,
and they'll be released, to be wild and free.
My friends will soon be gone. I won't be missed.
Here's my final message to my debris -
find other uses when my body cools,
and embrace the void, my dear molecules.
If you follow an oxycontin mule into the woods
it may lead you nowhere,
and that is where you may stumble upon
a flying beast so rare
that it exists only on the edge of itself.
The Cherokee name them Thunder Birds,
pterodactyls for sure,
their large leathery hides loop and swoop.
Rarely are they found nesting,
but are said to be everlasting.
O West Virginia, land of the hoped for
and the hopeless,
we honor your ginseng farms,
your fields of pot, but forget you not
the beasts that seek your moonshine
by the light of ancient eyes,
they often surprise us –
quite a lot actually.
Ruins of the thirst for destiny, we consume ourselves in our own desire to be,
Our weakness, the key to the historical future, has reduced us to nothingness,
Yet it also saved us, gifting us the taste of collapse, sweet and dizzying,
We yearn for an event that surpasses all events,
A fear that transcends all fears, embracing us with cold arms.
Catastrophe, the only solution, post-history, the only remaining opportunity,
We wonder if humanity might be better off dissolving itself now,
Rather than fading slowly, sinking into hopeless waiting,
Exposing itself to an era of agony, risking the loss of all ambition,
Even the ambition to disappear, to melt into the void of eternal oblivion.
We are trapped between two abysses, that of existence and non-existence,
Dancing on the edge of the precipice, drunk on our own mortality,
We dream of a grand finale, an apotheosis of the human species in decline,
But perhaps our end will be as banal as life itself,
A whisper in the cosmic wind, a speck of dust in the vastness of the universe.
Oh, fragile humanity, clinging to the thin thread of vain hope,
Are you ready to abandon your millennial struggle, to surrender to cruel destiny?
Or will you find within yourself the strength to transcend the limits imposed by fate,
To rise from your own ashes, like the Phoenix of mythology?
The answer lies hidden in the depths of our collective soul, silent and mysterious.
If I had a secret life, I would be a poem
I would be a poem with many faces
For every eye that cast upon me...
I would have a different face
I would be read in every language
People, dog, cat...
And every other language of every living thing
Each face I have would show a different expression...
Depending on the situation of the needy
My face would be read to heal sickness...
To heal pain, and to give hope to the hopeless
My face would be written, to rid the wrong
And to right...the wrong
My secret life...would not be a secret
My secret life, would be within you
SShh...can you keep a secret?
Remember, I have a face for everyone
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I looked out of my window, disturbed from my sleep
I was startled when I saw water knee high deep
I saw troubled people get out of their rooms
In front of their faces there was nothing but gloom
Lurking in the hallways, were cries of the dying
I could hear nothing but the shouts of the living
There was no need to proclaim, "The ship is sinking!"
I could hear loud and clear that the waves were rushing.
As I walked through the freezing icy cold waters
My whole body's shaking, from my face to my nerves
When a ferocious wind blew, I shook and shivered
Thinking survival's the only thing that matters
The sweat of the people arouses in the air
With the smell of adrenalin, fear and despair
Some fought for their lives beyond the hopeless moment
Some gave up and accepted what was truly meant.
When I was lost, consumed in fear,
My confidence shattered, my heart unclear,
I thought the pain, the hurt, the sorrow,
Were signs of a bleak and hopeless tomorrow.
But then a blessing, disguised in pain,
Led me back to my Lord again,
And now I see the truth so clear,
In every test, Allah is near.
I used to question, complain and whine,
Blaming the world for every decline,
But I've learned to trust in His mighty hand,
And accept each test, as part of His plan.
For Allah tests those who say they believe,
And He helps them stand, He helps them achieve,
The strength and patience to face every trial,
And rise above, with steadfast denial.
So I thank my Lord for the pain and the hurt,
For pushing me to Him, and opening my heart,
And I pray that He forgives me my sins,
And grants me Jannah, when this life ends.
The world now finds this cruel mode:
Violence in kind in random nodes.
Come to know truth that love may heal,
Violence breeds proof that madness kills.
Such violent acts so death may farm,
What kind of pact that reaps more harm?
Why spawn terror that fear may grow?
Senseless horrors that violence sows!
Bombs and bullets in sad sad craze,
Deadly palette in bloody maze.
Mad world awakes to terror stakes,
Prime time news breaks report blasts takes!
Death levels lives in sheer heartbreak,
Such tragic dives in death's sure stake.
Here and there see what violence blames,
See bigotry in fancy name!
There is a war where evil spreads,
Horror finds gore in hostile raid.
Karma and pain now escalate,
No one can gain from mad charade.
Violence speaks proud in self-destruct,
Blasting so loud that bad construct.
Dark is the night when mad men hunt,
Let love and light sharpen times blunt.
Violence now tries world's hopeless fate,
Conscience now dies in mass of hate.
Eye for an eye will make all blind,
The meek now sigh as grim world finds.
Confront conflict with justice bright,
Work swift tactic and do what's right.
Leon Enriquez
14 November 2015
Singapore
Poor Africa, why av u allowed ur ancient precious priceless beads taken away from u while coveting after a common coated carved stones from the foreign lands?
They took away your treasured garment and seal u with an ''unsuitable suit'' from a distant land.
They insert straw in a bottle and dip it in your mouth, but fix hose to your anus and pass it into a tank.
They took away your staff of office with which you have peacefully and successfully lead for centuries, and gave you guns in return to scatter your wards around, thereby losing your respect.
Africa, where is ur sense of supremacy of those good days, before u were made to look inferior?
Will you still allow this train to continue with the hopeless journey? No i heard you say.
Africa needs ''A TASTE OF CHANGE AND NOT A CHANGE OF TASTE''