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If we must shine, let it not like flies
Bright like the beautiful tune of butterflies,
While hunted by foes around the den of faeries,
Sing at us like hungry overfed dogs.
If we must shine, Aaa! Let it but mildly shine,
Even as we dance awaiting our unknown end
In truth, shall the rue yet monsters coy
For life still lives even if, it ends my friend!
My comradery! let’s then meet as we toy!
We may felt frightened yet again as we journey
Life is sweet with thorns in armour of bravery
And the million blows taste like honey!
That which lies is a choice of life or slavery?
Like lions we will face the cowardly fear!
Almost strangled to the wall, yet fighting to hear!
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Heroine content with her beloved’s
love, affection and dedication,
one with her own mind.
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Heard had I tales of male malefaction
By and large true, far from fiction,
As happens oft, one out to prey
Gets hunted O to be the prey.
Full of hopes I’m your spouse,
Not filled with any grouse,
For, you my love belied this old wisdom,
I’ve been a free bird in your kingdom--
A truth that needs no proof,
Nor display from a tallest roof.
Lifelong shall ye be my temple’s deity,
We shall be together for life
Lived forever and rife
If not for eternity.
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Natya Shastra |08.02.2025| Free verse,
Note: This is eighth of Ashta-Nayikas, eight heroine types, as classified in a Sanskrit treatise on performing arts in Bharata’s Natya-Shastra. The state (avastha) of the eight romantic heroines widely themed in Indian paintings, literature, sculpture, classical dance forms and music. Swadhina-bhatruka is the eighth of the eight such heroines depicted here in poetic form.
Word Maneuvers in F Sharp Minor
As it goes, so it goes.
Imperceptibly.
As the languorous lizard soaks in the sun,
It’s fat green belly filled with flies,
You and I will do the same, indeed,
We will find utter solace under a moving cloud,
We will wish for an escape from the piercing onslaught,
We will wish for an end to the pain and abject sadness,
Of daily life on this staggering planet;
But instead, as carnivorous time eats its way forward,
We too will be absorbed into the Beast,
Into which all are eventually swallowed whole,
We will be digested by the darkness.
As it goes, so it goes,
Imperceptibly.
As the languorous lizard soaks in the sun,
You and I will do the same.
We will spend our lives hunting,
And being hunted,
By the masticating microbes of infinite space;
We will all be an ingredient, at last,
In something else’s soup.
And what is our end, honey?
What factors are there in our ultimate demise?
Here, take my hand and let me hold it.
We will soon enter into the room of pillows.
It’s down the dark meandering hallway,
Past the statue of a kneeling Artemis,
Inside, you will find fiery explosions;
That of instant death upon the battlements.
We will be vacant from the universe,
For a second….
As the blooming centrix flower bends,
And waits for pulsing Time to ejaculate,
We will watch its wondrous presentations,
We will lie askew, and count our moles
With trembling erect appendages.
As it goes, so it goes,
Imperceptibly.
I gasp heavily as I turn and look back,
running in this cold weary night, so black.
My heart more fearful than I, feeling it beat,
my mind insisting much more from my aching feet.
Nothing can stop me now, or so I thought.
Should have listened to my Soul, all that I was taught!
The shadowed figure closes on me, I feel my tears.
He lifts his arm, metal shines. These are my fears.
An opening ahead with a modest glow of light,
wrong option to choose if I need to stop and fight.
Why did I choose this debris filled alley not even fit for cats!?
Nothing will survive this damp hell, not even flee bitten rats.
I dive in to the opening next to an open door,
I lay for a while…..still…. as hunted pray on the floor.
Watching the hunter run past I hold this position alone,
the City of London, full of people, but all on my own.
Has he gone? Is it time to take the inevitable risk?
I raise my head with caution, but I must be brisk.
So many shadows surround me, they all look the same,
out in the open, vulnerable and then the foot steps came.
“Click” from behind me, but I couldn’t face reality,
(maybe he is my past, caught up with me, I lost my morality)
The chilling feeling of a heavy metal object on my head,
I closed my eyes, no point in pleading “Bang” I’m…..
Who is this man? In writing for part 2.
I look in the mirror and nothing is there.
I cry but there’s no trace of tears.
I scream and the night wind answers my call.
I am just what everyone fears.
I fly through the shadows under the moon.
In darkness I’ve hunted and fed.
I bleed through the alleys, my hunger as guide
And I follow wherever I’m led.
I am not a legend, I am real. I am free!
I run with the beasts in the wild.
I cannot be taken. I’ll never be tamed,
But I’ll never be loved, just reviled.
While you are sleeping, I enter your dreams.
I’m the cold chill that runs down your back.
My thirst is stronger than your will to live.
I am everything you wish to lack.
I hypnotize with the sound of my voice,
My eyes absorb all trace of light.
I hide in the darkness under the earth
But at nightfall I always take flight.
I know you can hear me, you know what I need.
I can feel the warmth in your bones.
I long to take you into my embrace
But I’m doomed to be always alone.
Oh, I’ll be alive forever.
And I will be dead for all time.
Survival is really my only endeavor
But my soul will never be mine.
No, my soul will never be mine…
the field is given a name
battles are about where they disappear
the ones that walk away
don't know where the hell they are
after the mayhem
peace continues destroying barns
birds peck at exploded eye sockets
take what they see to feather nests in hollow trees
insignia and belt buckles
are hunted to extinction
sold into usury
mists shuffle a daze of time
the rattling roll calls of magpies and jackdaws
echo the click-clacking of jawbones
executing orders and counter orders
the officers that stumbled forward or away
go quietly mad or marry well
later
shell stumped foot foragers tell their slogging tales
then find newly cracked rockers
to slip away on
between the hour before dawn and midday
the violence died away in smoke
muddle and disorder
no land was lost or won nothing ended or begun
only this smoldering
cannon blasted field surrendering its nowhere acres
eventually milk cows and goats are purchased
to he hell into butter
dead horses are brought back
as glue and sacks of fertilizer
the stubborn ghosts of mules bray
on the night before remembrance day
thus now in the kilter and unwinding of years
the unnamed are plowed in or out
framed in visitor centers
the long hauled about laid to primal grist
the fallen slain recalled again
to quicken vintage tractors
the bearded and beardless site-marked and told
by the grave tongued rangers
who speak for the listening gone
and the whole much pounded shebang
grid referenced
as the muzzled earth still heaves up
its lead riddled bones
service roads are built over tufts of d-n-a
spent shells and frayed lapels catalogued
filed away
then the blue and grey left to fight
their own way home
while another day breaks its promise
The American Indians have a story to tell
and a way of life that history knows so well.
For many years, the great tribes stretched across the land.
Raising their families from nature’s own hand.
They built their homes in the mountains, deserts and plains.
Planted their crops and hunted the wild game.
They used the land as a way to survive,
Built their homes from the buffalo’s hide.
There were many things about them that seemed so strange,
A different way of life before the white man came.
And when they fought a battle that would take a war to win,
They were put on reservations and lost their hunting land.
The white eyes gave them food and built them a home,
Took away their honor, as they tossed them a bone.
As the years pass, we love to think back to the day,
And paint our picture in the color of the Indian way.
For the silence of a village sitting on the banks of a stream.
Could there be a prettier picture of the American Dream?
In our Hearts Burn…A Love of God and Country which, through it all, has not diminished! We Press on, Amen!
There comes a time when…we…
must pause to diligently survey
our history...
When, at a place of reflection…we…
walk back through…fields…of what
used to be.
This must be done to comprehend fully
what is transpiring within
our nation now...
As we witness...poisons...of the past
come...trickling down those festered…
sickened boughs!
Exposed, are those hidden hearts…filled
with the...blind stench and rancor
of yesterday
The evidence is so clear that we...still
make our journey amidst racism’s
biting sway!
However, we cannot be discouraged, whereby
our country’s watching enemies…enter in…
seeking to gain control …
No! we’re mandated to put our Trust in God
through whom our ultimate victory
will, surely, unfold.
Thus, when our weary souls and minds
are sorely tested with our faith hunted…
to be…sifted
We must rely on Our Creator's Guidance
ignoring…the gnawing call for vengeance…
with prayers and songs of hope…ever lifted!
Indeed, by strength from above...
perseverance is undoubtedly ours...
regardless all the injustices and, yes…the pain!
For remember, this be...Our Beloved Homeland...
saturated with our...Revered Predecessor's Mortal Heritage
thus, as we Raise Our Banner High, Our Love…Remains!
Psalm 27
Unknown was born without a name;
A simple fact of life of lack;
A child once torn from hostile blame;
Not one to act because of slack.
Unknown once sought the sweet good life;
The terms were dear and soul was lost;
Time turned to nought with violent strife;
So now it's clear that hefty cost.
Unknown was paid a little more;
Even dogs fared better out there;
Not much was said on evil shores;
No one was spared the endings where.
Unknown still lurks seeking revenge;
Betrayal brought new lease of life;
Sense that grim jerk who hides offense;
Settling scores sought with hate alive.
Unknown knows this: a hunting code
Must be addressed as hunter hunts;
Revenge not bliss a one-way mode;
Deals harsh finesse with death that grunts.
Unknown has ways to find the prey;
A simple stand to steal the stuff;
Thrives grim foray the hunted stray;
Plan within plan to hurt enough.
Unknown is cold, mad and ruthless;
No mercy then, no mercy shown;
Cruel takes control in this business;
Pursue each fiend till death is known.
Unknown stalks fast with violent speed;
No need to fear for fear lives here;
Violence outlasts the primal greed;
Look out my dear as death stalks near.
Unknown flings fear with sure aplomb;
Street-smart with guts, expect cross-fire:
Just know my dear violent sex bomb,
Unknown breaks art to please the sire.
Leon Enriquez
30 June 2014
Singapore
The Living Dead
Life is but a shadow rain or shine,
A masquerade, and a trick of the mind.
A life unspoken, a heart turned to stone,
I’m moving my body, but my spirit is gone.
Sunshine and smiles but darkness inside
My smile seems hollow-no light within
Dreams twist and tangle, like braids in a bundle
Laughter that howls- like the wind in a storm
Fighting for life, but no hope in sight.
Struggling for peace from the pain deep inside
Crying won’t stop and complaining makes no sense
Days are blurred like ink smudged on a page
Praying for life, yet hunted as a prey
All hope fades, no voice, no chance, no escape
Am I just walking-wondering through hell?
My mind has gone wild and my soul unfed
Breathing but suffocating, with tear filled eyes
Just a heartbroken man living inside.
My soul cries, begging to be free
But I lie chained, trapped in a dungeon’s dark cay –
It’s me…..all of me……wholly me.
How can my soul escape? How…..how much more can it take?
I’m more than this numbness, much more than this night,
I’m choosing to live but losing this fight