Long Humours Poems
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My biography speaks easy gains;
Mind photography in words said plain.
I journey here to sing and dance
To fling fond cheer in tact and chance.
I weave magic in verse and poise
To string antics in voice and choice.
My lifestyle speaks of form and wit;
Heart humours peak that message fits.
I live my best with smiles and tears
To love sure quest as faith frees fear.
I learn to feed each need and urge
To know each seed in feel and surge.
My posture frames a sense I see;
Soul knows the same truth and beauty.
I linger here by eastern shores
To live with cheer that sizzles more.
I tell my tale with reach that tells
A mindful sale that works out well.
My spirit sings inspired thought;
Form comes to be with play and plot.
I am a man who understands
To screen and scan both brand and trend.
I am a soul with body-mind
To love one whole with life I find.
My moments here speak of finesse;
My code I steer with charming zest.
I am a man who lives with joy
To love and plan and embrace ploys.
I am good cheer spiced with grandeur
Right now and here as soul splendour.
My memory reminds fond tact;
Feelings set free pure cause and pact.
Leon Enriquez
27 Mar 2014
Singapore
Gentle hands caress the golden flame
your kiss inflame's the passion of my soul
touch the stars and sing your lovers praise
With work the house hold duty's come and go
the more we do the more our love does grow
Gentle hands caress the golden flame
Respect is gained from efforts on both sides
neither one a slave well others hide
touch the stars and sing your lovers praise
He cooks and then he cleans up all his mess
She works from nine to five and does not rest
Gentle hands caress the golden flame
We are a couple built to make it last
we love the gentle touch and giggle songs
touch the stars and sing your lovers praise
In life respect is earned from working hard
the gentle love is gained from humours games
Gentle hands caress the golden flame
touch the stars and sing your lovers praise
Razor sharp reality creates the deepest wounds.
Heartbreak bleeds through the tears of the soul
Blanking the mind, making life a blur
While we seek to find a way to make ourselves whole.
There's no such thing as convenient times.
Reality will strike without warning signs.
So what can we do to blunt these blades?
We must find a way that is not in vain.
The wields of reality we cannot evade.
So let's find a way to dance through our pain.
Laughter is said to be balm for the soul.
A good sense of humour can shrink our hole.
A former victim of bullying
Can laugh, looking back,
At the foolishness betrayed
By those who chose to attack.
Losing loved ones, the sharpest cut of all,
Can inspire you to smile at things quite small.
Was there something in their manner
That caused you to giggle?
Was there a particular phrase they used
Or their shuffle or wiggle?
Sometimes comedians can turn a phrase
That leaves you drifting in humours haze.
Humour can be a distraction.
It can help you process, help you hope.
Humour lights up the pathway
So in dark places we can cope.
A surprising paradox we come to find
Humour blunts blades while sharpening minds!
Cherish the value of humour.
For it can be your special key.
A good sense of humour blunts
The sharp blades of reality.
In ancient Greek philosophy
and science, Earth was named as one
of a quartet of elements.
The other three of great import,
we're taught, were water, air, and fire.
The ancients named four "humours," one
to parallel each element.
Black bile was most like earth--described
as heavy, cold, and dry. These points
were taught in Aristotle's time.
The Pythagoreans declared
that Earth revolved around the Sun.
"Blasphemers!"--the response from some.
The ancients also found that Earth's
a sphere, not flat, as most believed.
Much knowledge of this element
called Earth is based on what was learned
before the time of Christ about
geometry, cartography,
and medicine . . . the list goes on.
March 9, 2016
On a surreal dream
Watch the colours stream
Strange sights come to light
As fancy takes flight
Strands of light go round
Curling sparkles ground
Reason feels lost wit
No logic can fit
Rhymes upon odd mimes
Awkward as cracked time
Round and up and down
Facets of mad clown
Frown and smiles distract
Surreal feels abstract
No mindful tact here
Bleeding yet unclear
Cheer is such a fad
Madness swirling mad
In this surreal world
Feel the spiral swirl
Crash upon strange fest
Fate humours mad jest
Frozen laughter cheers
The scourge of mad tears
Lost in limbo land
Fallen angel bland
Leon Enriquez
26 September 2018
Singapore
you’re not adams apple
the fruits from tree of the knowledge
of good and evil
in the middle of the garden of eden
in genesis
yet at you
the round oranges of this afternoon-town
i stare
and my pate gradually
becomes pregnant
the wind that comes after
having a touch of your lips
puts the waging of its tail on my forehead
and my guava-leaf begins to melt
thus my hardware-business is going
into liquidation
the physician to the king is telling
it’s the symptom of an awful fever attended with
the morbidity of the three humours of the body
used and used and used
your smile has not yet become
stupid
so from where the lamp-posts of the
town start
there are the cutlets and the bolster
they are not the only to utter the last words
i’m too
in this summer
trying to decorate
the gate of my cage like wedding ceremony
if any soundless dew-drop comes
to prepare and feed me
my birth-day frumenty
but i’ve no tongue
at all
all over the face there are only the eyes
and to the fate of my staring-at
has ever so much blessings been available
(Dedication: For my wife Ann)
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I see you dear
Eye to eye here
Love is a gift
That ever lifts
You see me voice
Rhymes that spur poise
Zest floods fond fest
Jest humours quest
Just you and I
To sculpt fond sighs
Heart and soul know
How wonder grows
We find blessings
In good living
Fond moments stay
Upon the way
Love shows us how
To live right now
Joy wears a face
So full of grace
On rainbow light
Such lasting sights
Truth simply shows
Pure play that flows
You and I dear
Journey right here
Leon Enriquez
18 May 2017
Singapore
FUNNY CANNY PUNNY
The great guy Punny
makes fun, yet funny.
Witty and canny.
Spontaneous laugh
much more than enough,
serious on bluff.
Jokes not to explain
Pun doesn’t go in vain,
but to entertain.
Humours to be spun,
not grave ! Cheerful pun.
Real joyous fun.
Sure to feel sick,
true meaning to seek !
Punny the guy descent
Actually absent
on own wedding date.
To bride, he didn’t pay debt.
03/04/23
Thank you my dear
For grace that cheers
In a fond glimpse
Fond feelings stream
Such sparkling eyes
Highs merge with sighs
Dream upon dream
Love ever streams
We journey far
Dance here on par
Joy frames delight
Time brings insight
Love wears a face
Charm in embrace
So many years
Have flown my dear
We walk this maze
Fit wit to daze
Each day brings finds
Warm peace of mind
Here faith and hope
Sync with love's scope
All in due time
Love mellows rhyme
This lifetime trip
Primes zesty grip
My dear darling
Love plucks pulse strings
Wit humours zest
Prize path and quest
Leon Enriquez
08 January 2017
Singapore
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