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I experienced Zoltar Machine once
to play the most funny game per chance.
My friend bought that to have entertainment.
To spend my leisure time , one day I went.
I inserted coin : Machine was on.
Human face was shown as I pressed icon.
Animatronic figure addressed 'Hi ! Dear ,
I will forecast your fortune, do you hear ?'
" So nice ! May I ask you a question ?'
“ Please do : I'll suggest the solution.
Assuring I'm always analytic
No blind faith, my approach is realistic.
Actually I am fortune -teller.
I will judge and explain, then to de declare :
You are free to take final decision.
Follow my advice , but no compulsion.”
" I do not study, but throughout the day
I go on gossipping and love to play.
I can make myself busy in music.
Dance and drama also make me frolic.
“ To pass my exams may I pray to God ?”
“ Silly idea, ridiculous, odd.
Oh Dear ! God is not your fortune- maker.
Be attentive to study, that is better “
"Please instruct me, easy path to follow.
How can I attain good luck ? Do you know ?"
There is no royal road to learning ."
Zoltar vanished : Machine stopped brightening..
Her hair is black, her look is sad,
her body is slender and very small.
Screams.
She screamed thousands of times, to the sky, to the clouds, to the wind, or to the sea,
but no one has answered... they all have gone.
Her mother, her father, all who were on the boat have gone, but she survived.
Silence.
The sea makes so much noise, the seagulls cry in the wind, the waves come and go, but not a single word.
No human face... just her, the rocks, and the water.
How much time has passed?
Who knows?
She has done nothing wrong.
She left her country seeking freedom.
Yes, freedom!
Freedom to be herself.
She woke up in a hospital.
She's alone.
Her dreams are shattered.
No family.
Just a sky, a sun, and a moon to protect her.
To Live Again
She needs to reborn and to grow...
And thanks to those who today believe in humanity, she will succeed.
Date- August 25-2026
Contest- Epiphany
Sponsor- Constance La France
~ Placed Second~
“There are moments in life when anxiety, bewilderment and tension can turn into slow acceptance, opening new spiritual insights and strengthening one’s faith”--- By Poet
In dazzled astonishment
She looked up from her reverie,
As she heard the flap of wings overhead
And saw the flash of laser beams in her dim lit room
Before her, stood a winged seraph
A radiant silhouette with such gentleness and grace
Never beholden on any human face.
With hands raised in benediction,
Gabriel saluted Mary and said-
“Blessed art thou amongst women…
……………………………………
The rest she heard in a trance.
Unable to comprehend what was conveyed,
The girl looked up nonplussed.
Again he said, “The Holy Ghost shall come upon thee
And a son shall be born of thee
Whom you shall call Jesus”
In that nanosecond of a new revelation,
Did Mary’s world shatter like glassware
Or did her virgin womb thrill with new life?
Was it a moment of epiphany when she felt,
Heaven opened before her in all its splendor?
Did she swim in the waters of joyful tiding?
Or gyrate in the sweeping swirl of tidal waves.
For the girl already espoused to a man,
In whose dreams his comely form had begun
Flitting in and out,
Was it a moment of silent ravishment?
Or of stupefied bewilderment?
Did a dagger cut through her heart?
Not sure, however Mary didn’t flee,
To her it was an epiphany
And she willingly said- “Let it be”
In her case, dread and epiphany came in synergy.
In trembling streets where silent voices plead,
We build our law on dignity — not fear.
Each soul, each breath, a claim to equal need,
Justice whispers soft for all to hear.
When rights stand firm against the tyrant’s reign,
We sow the seeds of trust in broken lands.
No longer bound by chains of grief and pain,
Peacemakers walk with open, healing hands.
In courts and councils, truth begins to bloom,
Where accountability finds its place.
Through shared respect, we clear away the gloom,
And give tomorrow’s dream a human face.
For lasting peace is more than quiet nights —
It lives in rights, in hope, in shared refrain.
When each life matters, wrongs we dare to right,
We forge a world where love prevails again.
This is my creed
It’s what I believe,
That we are not meant
To hate or deceive,
We all share a human face
United in a state of grace,
No one is better,
And none has the right,
To denigrate life
Or give up the fight
To cherish and value
The love that unites,
Value the broken,
Those without hope.
The mother with nothing
Who struggles to cope.
Beggars sleeping in cardboard beds
Clothes and dreams torn to shreds
The widow crying “ what’s it all about ? “
A TV, a sofa and bottle of stout ?”
Can’t you feel the pain ?
Or hear the sad refrain
Of the lonely crying out
Crushed by suffering and doubt ?
Longing for communication,
This forgotten generation.
Don’t accept it, punch the air
Bury apathy, resurrect CARE
For we are all connected
We are not meant to be alone
We bleed, we cry, we ache, we long
For LOVE to bring us home....
God's Been Good
Yes, I realize for many He has
no place.
But we pray for those to find His
grace.
To stop adoring their human face.
So much in good in life to do!
To tutor, to visit the ill.
And stop thinking as poets we
are kings and queens of the hill.
There are those in nursing homes,
who might like a visit or two.
Or soldiers who sacrificed their
bodies that are injured, for you.
Maybe our neighbor down the
street, the widow, lonely she sits.
Alas, we are obsessed with our
Fitbits?
Your parchment and pen, will
not go away,
If from a few feet of it you stray.
"And if you do good to those who
only do good to you, what credit
is that? Even sinners do the
same!"
Why do we comment to only
those who comment to us?
Why not jump into the Soup,
full force?
Realizing God is our source?
October 5, 2019
I am a slinky, shiny,
mermaid, asleep, with
my amber hair floating,
on the bottom of the sea.
So tired am I each morning
with your disposable masks,
of all colors-covering. all of me!
Many fish dying from your toxic,
designer, diaper-face, covered
human face underwear!
On Earth Day, wake up humans!
You, who cry over elephants
and dead trees?
What about us, dying here needlessly
under the aquamarine depths of the
Creator's seas?
We are a food source, or have you
forgotten?
With mindless fear of death and lies,
we are the Seas, downtrodden!
4/26/2021
Form:
We raise the quill in trembling hope,
Not merely scribes of passing days,
But fighters for the silent rights
That echo through the darkened ways.
We shatter walls built on despair,
Aspiring toward the promised light;
In every human face we find
The spark of peace, the call to fight.
We scan the ruins of old systems,
Discern the false from what is true;
We cast aside the stale old feed
That numbs the soul and dims the view.
From ash we craft a soaring hymn,
For every voice that broke in fear;
We honor dignity and life,
In every breath and trembling tear.
The quill becomes our sword of soul,
Steadfast when hope begins to fade;
In God’s own love we find the ground,
On which our human rights are laid.
The truth march on in patient seeds,
Small acts of mercy, loss, release;
Till peace arrives as gentle dawn,
And every heart finds its release.
(Dedication: For the pilgrim wayfarer in each
human face; and for my family, with love.)
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Joy speaks of peace when love funds flow;
Calm now floods ease in inner glow.
Faith knows the way that hope finds love;
Devotion stays with truth above.
Go to a place where stillness calls;
Leave time and space as silence falls.
Arise my heart, let mind be still;
Soul journey starts with zest that fills.
Take time to pray beyond word spell;
Do not delay this lovely dwell.
The passing clouds tell of a glimpse;
Veils hide from proud but faith shows scheme.
Sit and align both heart and mind;
Spirit now finds a healing kind.
There is a time for prayer rhymes;
Let the bells chime as stillness mimes.
Words beyond words now echo here;
Joy seldom heard in soul's deep cheer.
Time within time, the stillness waits;
Sutras now chime here at soul's gate.
A mantra tints the fragrant hall;
Vision now hints as bliss sweeps gall.
The auric chant of this soul dance
Now feeds a charm in a deep trance.
Sounds repeat strains in mystic psalm;
Soul feels most plain the magic calm.
Echoes from far nudge deep within;
On flight of stars the child unseen.
Prayer funds joy in ecstasy;
Here love employs clear harmony.
Deeper than deep this inner shore;
Beyond deep sleep a precious core.
I sit here now as sutras come;
A muse endows the words I sum.
No man can write beyond the whole;
Words cannot cite the peace of soul.
I fly to space beyond all time;
I glimpse a face that hurls my rhymes.
Not I, not I, but a dear whole;
I simply try that profound Soul.
Then, I awake to sure aware:
For sutras stake what mantras bare.
Oh pilgrim dear, the night now ends;
Grace comes to cheer with sure Godsend.
Leon Enriquez
03 January 2015
Singapore
(I saw someone post a poem recently about Christopher
Reeves and it reminded me of this oldie of mine)
He didn’t come from Krypton. . . was not sent
to earth with any special kind of power.
He wasn’t a reporter named Clark Kent,
but like that role he played, he didn’t cower
when struck by his own brand of Kryptonite
named quadriplegia, which couldn’t stay
this fellow who inspired with his might,
enduring trials bravely day to day.
He did not have Lex Luther as a foe
but fought for what was right, so now we grieve
because this hero that we came to know
was taken from our world. Dear Mr. Reeves
gave a human face to a fictive name,
then went back to the place from whence he came.
For PD's Contest: "My Latest Poem on the Soup"
(naughty PD, I had only three to choose from, all
the others were in contests,but this is sure a unique
way to do a contest!!)