Long Impacts Poems
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One flower almost gray
but visibly not
Brushed by a breeze on
concrete wet
Emerged from a crevasse
along the corner
Forced to hold on to its
limited yellow
Open to suggestion
More than several
shapes take hold
On a distant wall of
wind emerged tornadoes
Spun in favor of the
days rotation
Coming in from the west
At a 90 degree
declination
Turns to be determined
left or right
Angles perpendicular to
the east
The eye wall wobbling
uncertain to reason
As gray turns to black
Rises with barometric
pressure
Collapsed on the
moments fragile flight
Palm trees hang
suspended, then animate
Fall like paragraphs
pinned down by wind
News wires bent on
facts lean in to learn
There to understand it
Hurricane begins,
uproots humanity
Removes them like tooth
decay
Electric lines freak
out, burn on orange red desires
Dangle in the wind in
pain without a smile
Touch puddles as
children walk by
Inclement weather does
strange things
Impacts
the storm track still intact
Leaves nothing behind
or to the imagination
Including its name
which is forgotten
Roads clear and are not
there
Traffic, trees,
people... Poof!..all gone
Storm warnings move on,
hunger for warmth
Looking for a tropical
paradise to wrong
Am I really the only one thinking outside the box,
When it comes to pension costs,
Regardless of whether people are able to work or not,
With some working til they drop.
Let me open my box and tell you how to stop the rot,
In my box is all the evidence that points to the life experience,
That those who are for a pension now due can bring to the table,
Along with the math's calculations that says how much they can give back,
If we ask their help,
To mentor the young and keep them out of jail,
To share a lifetime of knowledge that we may need if the internet breaks,
So, we don't end up back in the stone age.
To help on their good days or even good hours to reduce the rubbish pile,
That is costing us more every minute to manage,
Then there the hidden costs they can help us with,
When you start thinking out of the box,
Like, the longer we employ them when they are incapable,
Of doing their job there is a cost,
Or the fact that increasing their age of retirement,
We delay the intake of the young,
And if the age of retirement keeps going up,
The number of those unemployed for life goes up,
A cost that would burden us for generations to come.
Then there are the facts about the health problems,
With older people in workplaces,
Bladder issues,
Skin that is less resistant to knocks,
To name but two which will leave businesses no choice,
But to raise prices.
Another thought I came up with while thinking out of the box,
Is that to get the best out of the old work wise,
We should be looking at retirement as a gradual process,
With flexibility for gradually reducing a persons work hours,
And shifting them to light duties, including mentoring roles,
According to their individual health and abilities to do their job,
This should create opportunities for more young people to
Enter the workforce.
Then still thinking outside the box there is the mental wellbeing of
The aged which effects their physical health which impacts,
The overall rate of spending on health.
The more useful and less anxious people of any age feel,
Is a win in terms of real dollars saved.
If we can get more people thinking out of the box on this issue,
We will find it is not an issue at all,
Once the number crunchers see the new evidence,
That was sitting outside their box,
Who knows they might be tempted to think outside the box themselves.
Honor me with your company at tea
Outdoors where the air is always free
A table awaits us on the railroad tracks
Have a seat facing me my good old friend
The 10:00 am bullet train is coming fast
It should arrive on time this time
Would you like some jam with crackers?
Don’t worry. Don’t look behind you
That sound you hear is your imagination
Thunder is normal this time of year
If you feel a draft just close your eyes
It will pass through you once upon a time
Impacts are funny like that
It is after ten. I fear a crash is near
Drink up while you can my friend
I’m sorry. Did I say crash?
Crackers is what I meant to say
Good day
Wave after wave
Siege upon siege
Trials greet the brave
League after league
Sign follows sign
Road after road
Symbols jog mind
Load gathers load
Day after day
Night after night
The air feels stay
In dark and light
Chime alters chime
Sense follows sense
Rhyme within rhyme
Tense confronts tense
Look beyond looks
Joy impacts joy
Put down your books
Ploy fashions ploy
Need within need
Surge after surge
Go beyond seed
Feed on sure urge
Thought after thought
Brief after brief
Discard vain plot
Grief attracts grief
Blind knows not blind
Find after find
Cruel can be kind
Just read the signs
Here mellows here
Sphere after sphere
Live with sure cheer
Purge all else near
Face follows face
Reach upon reach
Feel time and space
Know each to each
Fling after fling
Stretch upon stretch
Hear sparrows sing
Catch beyond catch
Leon Enriquez
20 November 2014
Singapore
considered unsolvable and painfully stressful
she spoke of her togetherness with the man
she allowed him to speak her as with him .
the impacts of togetherness limits the field.
it discredits others who might seem more worthy
society wishes some to wed.
society wishes some to part
the impact of society on our togetherness
likens one to restart
it is meet with the resistance
of those who favor us together.
might they profit from our longevity
might we then do the same.
each perspective limits those who see difference
and in each difference
might they speak from their own experiences
to draw thoughts to be against us
or us being together.
the importance of togetherance,
in the formation of a love togetherness
might cause others to speak us as unsolvable
and they might stress them selves
to divide us.
they sought to divide us as we were formative.
they sought to divide us as we were in maintenance.
they sought to divide us as we were strengthening our resolve.
yet we stand unsolvable and together.
might they speak us as unresolved
, can I answer
can I answer to tell them
that love speaks it's own language,
and is translated to those that listens.
in these opportunities might those who shall
have future be together
and those who are the past be apart"
might I answer to speak them wrong
might I anwser to speak them wrong?
For Timothy Lee
The soulful whisper of love’s promise bore an
enthused mood when it softly clued me love assured.
In silent speech, an otherness air did somehow speak
soothing assurances I innocently absorbed as honest
but I was only nine when those promise words occurred.
Decades hence, I have ridden attractions to passions
that proved to be romantic cons dressed in love’s
fashions. Such snagged me in years of love commitment
stress battles that dysfunction ultimately throttled. I was
left with only brutal pains, numb dreams and traumatic
regrets as darkly grey stretched by threats of lonely.
Then came your engaging grin and blue-eyed smile.
Any thought of charade vanished when you displayed
such a steadfast pursuit that my cynical came loose.
Our soul’s mirrored love has long shown soulmate impacts
as proof love’s whispered promise was truth, solidly exact.
In silent speech, an otherness air did somehow speak -
'he will have a three-letter name' - I never forgot that share.
Looking back down upon the world from magnificent twilight skies
Makes me wonder if more could have come forth from my life
What is taken for granted is what impacts most on already burdened souls
I’ll beg, I’ll plea, I’ll get down on my knees, to be gifted to return
A second chance is often too late to change what has been done
Fixing the past is an impossible feat when the present is already in ruin
Time feels so infinite when you’re living through it in bliss
But the whole world can topple in just a matter of moments
Dreams may always stay dreams if you stop moving forward
Becoming stagnant is the enemy of progress, the crippler of motivation
Compliance cannot be accepted, it must be pushed through by force
So that even the constellations above may be attained in time
What can be done when it is too late to tell your story?
When you can change nothing anymore, but must rely on legacy present
How there would be such an urge to scream, to cry out
As a ghost, forever tortured to see a past life incomplete
When all the memories of yourself have been forgotten
Is when death in this world is truly claimed final
For so long as you live in the hearts of those who remain
You are still alive in the world that never stops turning
Death may come at any time, without us having any foresight
The scariest thoughts that haunt our minds, brought forth to light
That we could be erased without a second chance to be gifted
And existence would cease, the timeline a string to be cut
Nothing we can fathom is forever, but blips in time
The never-ending clock that marches forward with or without
So we strive for meaning and legacy to be carried on
Before turning into stardust and returning to the void
In the nights sky, The big round moon amplifies
Nocturnally a journey set in motion, as my minds eye opens
Through the shining stars I will find a way, to reach the Milky way
Hyperspace I will travel, this journey will not unravel
Exosphere has been reached its a convey, to the planets walkway
Nebula's fill the empty darkness, in the distance I can see Venus
Inferior she may be, but her light beautifully bright and full of love is what I see
Gliding by Mars in its state of unwillingness, a red hue glows in all its wickedness
Heading past the gas giant I flee, Jupiter holds his principles in a high degree
To Pluto filled with icy gracefulness, the dwarf planet that impacts toughness
So as I reach my apogee, the emptiness invaded by mystery was a site to see
Stratosphere is now where I will go, but I will say it was quite a show
Knowing the journey must come to an end, God I must commend
Youthfulness builds imagination for tomorrow, something we must never outgrow
5/2/2017
Days, Months and Years all reach the end
Time takes them away without suspend
The rivers farewell the banks, head to the bay
Our planet never repeats the old pathway
Man survives by modifying the environments
Glorifying and glooming eras of history events
Beautiful stone cities have been demolished
In the seabed where artful palaces abolished
Day by day we endure the different sufferings
Even wealthy people’s life hangs on the string
Sickness and death shadow our life at anytime
Near dead body, the fresh flowers become dry
Since the breath allows us admiring blue sky
Let us recognize that Time rules our single life
Let us realize the boundary of good and bad acts
And be prepare to admit their inner impacts
Xaysouvanh Phengphong
(laoampilotwriter.blogspot.com)
A loyal gist host itself into the cage of loneliness,
Beeping through the hole of truth as a reference...
An advice of heaven on Earth would come, it hopes¿
Holding to the deep coiled inner voice of belief
But getting better seems tough for the shared drive is strafe¡
Where luck roams in death's crescent,
Forlorn to the world pleasing torture...
Time to shine in truth, here or gone?
Youths are yet strong enough undone.
Lies are once frankly shun!
It's now a delightful delivery dating fun...
A dislocated burden placed on wealth,
Cripples into Patriots' chests in order
To win struggles of days ahead at ease,
And overtake consistent affluence in a bit*
Enlivening illusions of breakthrough not born!
Yahweh is interestingly patient in time,
To serve each turn at worth to its prime.
Save each; save all in your name
Whose power can't stand the game
All swapped for the sake of fame
To bury the dead light rejecting shame
Once upon a time, there lived a tree,
Whose fruits feed millions to comfort
And under its shade, all enjoys cool breeze
But a while after the summer had gone,
A stranger cut down the tree,
No one could challenge the stranger
For his hands are heavy in the elders' own.
Billions made are for the quorum in the land,
With blunt ears open yet closed to others voice!
Little did care sparks its light on others
Provided that all is well with their own merry lives...
See love on tongues; see despairs in acts
Truly no one knows by eyes, workable facts
Until chosen to rep peace impacts
To know how words quality detracts
Spiders well patterned web stretches out each minutes
In its elastic limitless spiritual boundary
Awaiting Victims' cry in their raging plights
Without hesitation for freedom's lock
Until wonder undo the night before dawn
Then will Willing manifestation cease to gear
Oh divine hands, nature's atmospheric condition is Thou
Grace Innocent Victims' plights freedom and ache those true ones in their merry living
Days are of evil, go before us dear Father
Without You, we may be consumed in bother
Growing wings of no regulatory feather
Traveling above into the thin air father
When I am set on by grace
Human strength certainly, not my pace
Even my reasoning will have no trace
To light nights in ambush to deface
Hallelujah!