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When two souls meet
To say that love comes not a day ...
There's no time ...
And even now scheduled to take place.
It comes suddenly and installs ...
In the most sensitive of our organs ... the heart.
Beginning to think so ...
But also realize that because of this moment ...
Not be determined by the people ...
When he arrives, often the symptoms are overwhelming ...
Turn everything upside down and the mess is happy if installed.
When two souls are the first that highlights ...
There is the physical appearance, but the similarity of souls.
They understand and they miss each other ....
Grieve because they have not met before ...
After all everything could be so different.
However know that this is the way ...
And there will be no return to his claims.
It's like they speak beyond words ...
Understand the sadness of others, the joy and desire ...
Despite being in different places.
When souls are intertwined like ...
They begin to miss each other ...
In a continuous process of rapprochement ...
To consummation.
Souls who are suffering may very well,
For often such meetings are ...
In instances where no more can go beyond ...
All the fullness of love ...
Loading, all the joy of love ...
And wanting to share life with each other,
All the emotion contained awaiting the final encounter.
They want things that become almost impossible,
But they are so easy to live.
How to see the sunset, sun ...
Or walking down a road with beautiful trees ...
View the night to come ...
Going to the movies and eat popcorn ...
Laughing and joking ...
Fighting sometimes
But making peace with a very special knack.
Love and love, often ...
Knowing that soon after will be together again ...
Without the parting being present.
But often they are at a time ...
And in a different space ...
Than to allow their realities.
But after that are ...
Are marked ... tattooed ...
And though may walk together forever ...
They will never be able to separate ...
And most importantly ...
They will have to find somewhere.
Souls who are never be lonely ...
Because they understand, by itself, the infinite need ...
They have one another for all eternity.
OF CEIZAR FOR MY LOVE DUNCAN
A bright glowing moon reflects upon the forest..
Mysterious is the night..
Sights and sounds dominate..
Natural beauty..
Speaks..
Many volumes..
Through the luscious greenery..
Crickets singing to their tune..
An owl chimes in with hooting..
Wolves joined together..
Howling at the moon..
Through the music of the night..
There lies an abundance of serenity..
The glory of nature..
Stillness of the night
Installs a calming oasis..
Found inner peace ..
Tranquil moments of bliss
Our gift from Mother Nature..
So swiftly our passage brief,
Our old house looks lonely sad;
Now like a stranger I grief
Upon the place once most glad.
Just way back when we lived here,
Yet now we know sad refrains;
There is a space for lost cheer
That struggles to come again.
New mail keeps trail to old place,
I spy that old window view;
Reminders of that old space
Where birdsong trance fondly cued.
My caretaker friend greets me,
Watch happy nostalgia free;
Coming back makes me cheery
Yet tinged with melancholy.
We chat and he tells me tales,
Updates with sanguine new bites;
Who's doing what as complaints wail,
We laugh upon silly swipes.
So much have changed since your time,
He tells me about his pains;
I hurl old reasons in rhyme,
Take it easy with disdain.
Indifference marks the mood,
Complaints seem mostly petty;
I try to make him see good,
Work to upkeep things calmly.
So from time to time I call,
Check upon his company;
Sit with tea as chat installs,
Fond laughter fits melody.
Here's to you my good old friend,
Who made things yet more breezy,
Then as Nicole Green felt grand
When simple life was easy.
The love we found in that house
Is more than enough for each;
Now here, I sit, stare and browse,
Visualise days wealthy rich.
The places we call home fill,
Linger in sweet memories;
We may leave them but still feel
Fond swirls and twirls tell stories.
Leon Enriquez
18 December 2014
Singapore
The daunting mountain in tough terrain of life,
needs to be climbed as the summit calls,
follow the undefined trail in the storm of strife.
Cross with devotion the gateways God installs,
repose in His prescribed ordain steadfast trust,
faith will show the path in dark nights of squalls.
The rough sea of stormy life in grueling gust,
needs to be sailed serene, the last anchorage found,
guided by His beacon with devotion just.
The dark alleys of agony profound,
need to be lighted, lost life recouped from abyss,
God’s grace in regained essence will then abound.
The journey on prayer hymn isn’t amiss,
it takes life through soul’s stillness to the bay of bliss.
Camille Desmoulins was a poet at the time of the French Revolution,
his enthusiastic speeches were practically the trigger for
the inspiring Revolution of other revolutions ... he acted together
to his inseparable friend DANTON in l789:
Every revolution has its day,
every change has its time,
the eld leaves, it has to follow ...
the new always arrives and
installs ... the eld leaves for
its reality, faces the truth
with sadness or gallantry, or
tranquility...
France, cradle of Enlightenment:
Liberté ... Egalité ... Fraternité ...
1789 will be remembered ever
not to forget ... a milestone
of universal history ... 1789 ...
a poet ... a speech ...
Stutterer from birth, Desmoulins
with his geue, his verve ... he preached,
he who had already screamed for
female vote before, preached
for the republic ...
at his side DANTON, companion
from other eras ... in ancient Greece,
prisca eras: Spartacus and his
faithful squire ... through the ages
always together, always companions.
In the passages, noble causes
defended ... came the revolution
in France ... the victory and the guillotine ...
Victory has been achieved, his head
beheaded ...
Today in the present life, Desmoulins
is a journalist in Rio de Janeiro,
Danton engineer in Sao Paulo ...
according to the spiritists ...
Desmoulins spoke and the Bastille
fell ... the king fell ... the republic
arrived in France ...
Today the fight is spiritual, it is for
aggrandizement, development
moral of the human being ... today the
mission is to instruct man to
divine truths, for progress
spiritual...
One day Camille said on occasion
before the scaffold:
EDAMUS ET BIBAMOS CRAS,
ENIN MORIEMUR ...!
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The daunting mountain in the undulating terrain of life,
needs to be climbed as the summit alluringly calls,
follow the undefined trail in the surging storm of strife.
Cross with devotion the designed gateways God installs,
and in His prescribed ordain repose your steadfast trust,
faith will show the path in the dark night of dreary squall.
The turbulent ocean of tempestuous life in grueling gust,
needs to be sailed serene, and the last anchorage found,
get guided by His omnipresent beacon with dedication just.
The dark alleys of suffering suffused with silence profound,
need to be lighted, and broken heart recovered from abyss,
in the radiance of divine essence God’s grace will abound.
Floating on prayer hymn the journey isn’t construed amiss,
it takes life through the stillness of soul to the bay of bliss.
September 12, 2021
Contest : "J" Contest, Old Or New
Sponsor : Constance La France
The tortuous path up the arduous mountain
of the tormented life you’ve acquired,
needs to be scaled at the beckon of destiny
as the solemn summit awaits you,
you follow the crumbling trail of agony
through the surging storm of strife.
Try to cross with unstinted devotion
the designed gateway God installs for you,
place your steadfast trust on His benevolence
and on His prescribed gift of liberation,
faith will show you the righteous path
in the dark night of sordid squalls.
The raging ocean of turbulent life
heaves untamed waves in grueling tempest,
needs to be sailed unquestioning at His call
and the final ecstatic anchorage found,
so, get guided by His omnipresent beacon
with unwavering dedication.
The dark alley of mortal suffering,
filled with the mist of profound despair,
needs to be lighted with candle of hope,
you’ll retrieve the anguished soul from abyss,
illumined by God’s generous grace,
get suffused with the radiance of divine bliss.
__________________
February 24, 2022
For Inspirational Christian Poetry Contest
Sponsored by : Regina McIntosh
The exigent mountain
in the tough terrain
of upheaved life,
crumbling,
needs to be climbed
as the solemn summit
alluringly calls.
I follow
the undefined trail
in surging storm
of stifling strife,
relentless.
I cross with piety
the divine portals
God installs
in the precincts
of eclipsed destiny,
dormant.
In His decree,
designed with certainty
I repose resolute trust,
faith shows me the path
to the content summit
of solacing rapture
in the dark nights
of scary squalls,
delusive.
The turbulent sea
of chaotic life
in tempestuous disarray,
I need to sail
serene,
find with forbearance
the last anchorage,
get guided
by His benign beacon
with dedication just,
steadfast.
The tormenting alley
of endless anguish,
submerged
in opaque darkness
desolate,
needs to be lit,
the shreds
of shattered soul
salvaged from the abyss,
are to be sutured
with threads
of divine essence
esoteric,
embroidering ecstasy
at the frail fringe
of agonized actuality,
shaping the survival instinct,
indomitable.
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Brisk as a breeze
Lunar new year installs;
Festive cheer punctuates
~~~~~~~~~
Smiling faces exchange
Auspicious greetings;
Mandarin oranges
~~~~~~~~~
Red packet gifts
Good fortune and peace;
Happy thoughts
~~~~~~~~~
Chinatown tryst
Colorful promenades;
Spirit of joy
~~~~~~~~~
Dazzling fireworks
Festival spirits sculpt;
Auspicious message
~~~~~~~~~
Wonderful blessings
Extraordinary feasts;
Family celebration
~~~~~~~~~
Lunar year deposits
Goat ushers more;
Contentment mingles
~~~~~~~~~
Ancient calligraphy
Auspicious messages;
Gold words on red paper
~~~~~~~~~
Listen now
Laughter and cheer;
Celebrate new joys
~~~~~~~~~
Another year older
Wiser perhaps;
Sync peace of mind
~~~~~~~~~
Time to reflect
On peace and joy;
Discover good fortune
~~~~~~~~~
Here's to joy
Let peace attend;
Abundance stays
~~~~~~~~~
Yu Sheng feast
Shouts of joy;
Fortune galore
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
23 February 2015
Singapore
The daunting mountain of challenge
in the undulating landscape of life,
needs to be climbed as destined.
When the lofty summit alluringly calls,
I follow the undefined tough trail
through the surging storm of strife.
I traverse with steadfast devotion
the designed gateways God installs,
in His prescribed ordained blessing
I repose my resolute and devout trust,
unwavering faith shows me the path
in the dark night of dreary squall.
The turbulent ocean of tempestuous life
suffering mutely in the grueling gust,
needs to be sailed serene to reach the shore
where the last anchorage waits to be found,
I get guided by His omnipresent beacon
that I follow with unfaltering dedication.
The dark alleys of dire distress,
suffused with anguished silence profound,
need to be lighted with divine candle,
in broken heart recovered from the abyss,
with the radiance of heavenly essence
God’s elegant grace will abound.
Floating on the rhythm of prayer hymn,
I embark on the inward journey to the infinity.
It takes my being through the stillness of soul
to the bay of bliss at the fringe of eternity.
___________________
March 21, 2022
Theme word chosen : Journey
Contest : Form J-Just Write Me A New Poem
Sponsored by : Constance La France