Long Igniter Poems
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Stay gracious
Shed not a sigh of sorrow
The love within
A majestic bliss
A treasured gift
Only blessed souls
Granted with
They unfold and blossom out.
Stay gracious
Say not on my own
I brood alone
A profound affection
Bestowed upon you
Warming your very cold spaces
Filling up your void
With company day and night.
Stay Gracious
Drop not a single word of ache
The love within
A healer, an igniter
A lofty genuine ardour
Widening your tolerance
Deepening your enlightenment
A soul of mighty powers ever sovereign.
Stay gracious
Capable of generous emotions
Revel in the love within
The heed not given
Give no heed
Intensify your endearment
Enfold your Gem of Love
That's your plea to Divine Love.
May 2nd, 2018
February 15 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Numbers 25-28
Key Verse – Numbers 25:13 And he shall have it, and his seed after him, even the covenant of an everlasting priesthood; because he was zealous for his God, and made an atonement for the children of Israel.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY ZEAL IGNITER
Lord God, You are my zeal Igniter…
… charging me toward earnest repentance
Thank for inviting me to seek Your covenant of peace-assistance
As I rise up from the plague of leaving You, staying from a distance
And turn from Your wrath to stick to You with no resistance.
Lord God, You are my zeal Igniter…
… correcting in being lured by beguiling worldliness
Thank for securing me with Your inheritance-goodness
As I win over my struggle against selfishness
And yield to Your control of sovereign holiness.
Lord God, You are my zeal Igniter…
… challenging me to enjoy Your heavenly possession
Thank for settling me inside Your protection
As I praise You for including me in Your family of blest position
And offer to You my best devotion.
Lord God, You are my zeal Igniter…
… changing me for Your glory
Thank for enabling me to submit to Your statutes’ jury
As I share with others precious Gospel story
And pass through trials toward Your victory.
Lord God, You are my zeal Igniter…
… chaining me to Your sanctifying power
Thank for counselling me in my task as Your sower
As I depart from fleshly ambitious tower
And follow Your leadership for being Your soul-winning goer.
Lord God, You are my zeal Igniter…
… checking me by Your truth and light
Thank for teaching me that in Your presence I must delight
As I honour You in walking by faith, not by sight
And accept Your law’s converting-transforming might.
Lord God, You are my zeal Igniter…
… cheering me up through Your redemptive sacrifice
Thank for propelling me to continue in You with no disguise
As I exalt You for Your grace and mercy that suffice
And persevere to labour for You along Your compassion-price.
February 15, 2023
Ferocious inimitably potent fighter,
The fictional tiger zestful might igniter;
Guard of the Antarctic primeval savage land,
Encircles by chasmal volcanoes, fire band...!
Nuwali, a bright tribe of dinosaurs era,
That changed millions of years of fauna and flora;
The big cat, comrade, and ally of the Ka-Zar,
Escapes wreck by Terminus, an alien star...!
Kiths and kins were killed by hunters of the jungle
Stives for existence and survived amid bungle;
Saves Kevin from foes and tended him as his son,
Secures him till adulthood; many wars he won...!
With his Pet Avengers, the dragons he tackles,
Each enemy before him, he calmly shackles;
Confronts El-Tigre, and Man-God; roots out monsters,
Blows out and keeps away all boasters and roasters...!
The power fight midst pet avengers and Zabu,
This leads them to horrible confrontations, new;
Suffers from infection by the zombie virus,
Archives his tasks, and becomes, for all, desirous...!!!
23 March 2023
Marvel Superheroes Supervillians and Superanimals Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Achcked At: How Many Syllables
The writer writes
All sorts of cites
The poet moves heart
To feel word art
Words in a draft
Of subtle craft
Words surge with feel
As heart reveals
Mind in a state
A bridge of fate
Heart in a swirl
A twist that twirls
Words tell a tale
To make a sale
Words in a gist
Verse craft now lists
The writer lines
Thoughts that work fine
The poet now rhymes
How feelings mime
All in a squeeze
A windy breeze
All for a smile
A style worthwhile
Not just a joke
A heavy yoke
Poet and writer
Word igniter
Leon Enriquez
04 July 2017
Singapore
Destiny, an unseen lamp, hidden somewhere,
someone lighted for you when you had arrived.
You don’t perceive, it sheds a beam of glare,
and the ordained light travels unfaded,
illumines your pathway during the time allotted,
you get for the journey to be completed.
The free will that you design undiscerned,
the lamp makes it invisibly self-radiant,
enveloping your mind with belief unreal,
shows the road you’ve chosen to travel
to the obscure destination of shrouded fate,
even if you don’t will, it would.
On the way you pick up some flowers,
someone has made to bloom for you,
but you believe you’ve helped them blossom,
and celebrate the euphoria you create.
The rapture ends at the assigned time,
even if you don’t want, it would.
On the way you tread on trail of thorn,
but you think you would escape soon,
paving a new track of your desire,
won’t suffer on the journey for long.
The unexplained torment lingers on,
even if you don’t wish, it would.
The lamp igniter rides the invisible destiny glow,
to where you construct your free will,
permeates your deep senses unrecognised,
lying as dormant force covered by unawareness,
and by a process of self-transformation
gets transposed on the psyche as your free will.
September 21, 2020
Contest : Free Will Vs Destiny
Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke
From a dying Ember
To a live Flame
Fame – ous, Autumn Green Eyes, Beauty her name –
came into the light – a clearing – that shone so bright,
same as shining stars in the dead of night.
Fight for ardor, once more – cut down by a knife –
sight awash into blindness – no room in her life.
Strife, the journey this ember to flame takes –
Fife plays the marching song – the road that makes
flakes out of the heart – odyssey on broken wings.
Stakes to high, to sharp – killing - the voice that sings,
brings a melancholy, endings to – an ancient man
strings life, desires, loving, memories as best he can.
Fan those embers, light that flame, love this man !
An ember into a blazing inferno.
You, the igniter ?, I have come to know.
From a spark or recognition – ignition
into a world of burning desire for life – contradiction
for all – in this world – I have done wrong,
all who have departed – leaving a very sad song,
singing to the winds of passing time
as I reach deep within – try to rhyme
away all that clings – wants to stay
outside of memories hoard – live
to become cathartic elixirs
healing the soul,
freeing spirits,
seeing them fly.
I, with my inner eye – might just see - the real me
for others to know – maybe to enjoy the show
as my days wane – lessen – the pain
to become clear- see it afar, no longer near.
Some days are gray – a way we have to pay
for life in this world – on this plane –
that flight from - to come back again -
the right sum – death with rain,
tears we shed at the throes of change.
B. J. “A” 2
March 16th 2008
Little Cupid back to Olympus flies
His arrows to replenish he needs new supplies
His bow restrung his darts have flung
For Cupid love is never done
Come Spring new and green
And at every person Cupid's arrows fling
With tips of gold for passionate desire
With tips of lead to put out the fire
The world in love with love
Little Cupid hovers above
A tear mist his eye for his heart is denied
No one to fly at little Cupid's side
Spread love around laugh out like a clown
But on wings of solace alone is found
Back to Olympus a silver cloud for a room
A self inflected love shot won't help if you're immune
No mortal to love him no divine to woo
Cupid's need for love mist his cloud blue
Aphrodite sings lullabies to her little man
For little Cupid love is not for his own to command
Pierce your finger with the tip of gold
Why can't it bring me someone magic to hold
Infatuation, passion burns fast
With sudden flirtation love doesn't always last
Know your own heart for it to be shared
Love your self first so for others you may care
In love all you have is yourself to give
In life all you got is this one life to live
In youth fall in love always a lot
But when you grow up random love stops
Find one to love and to be loved
Find one to love and to be loved
Cupid sleeps as his tears rain down
Igniter of passion with no love he found
So with mischievous boyish delight
He releases those arrows in a torrential flight
Let love abound from this heavenly realm
Let Cupid deny let Cupid decide love's helm
Never to taste the bitterness of love lost
Never to relish the sweetness of love won at all cost
Alone Cupid sleeps upon his silver cloud
A cloth of golden silk upon his brow
For with amour Cupid be fickle
For his own heart those gold arrows aint worth a nickel
I wrap my fingers around the pen
which has lain dormant collecting dust
for months on end feeling as if
I'm lifting a fifty pound weight
straining not just my joints
but my brain, its neurons refusing
to fire like the broken burner of a
gas stove with a malfunctioning igniter
fouling the air with noxious fumes
as it fails to burst into blue flame
a single spark threatening an explosion
that will decimate everything I hold dear
My lone gift life bestowed upon me
I once naively believed would
change everything has altered
exactly nothing as my words are
like whispers in a windstorm
to the world, to you
whose image I was deluded
enough to imagine there might
be a chance would match reality
that someone, that you
could actually care