Long Instrument Poems
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ANOTHER DAY WITH EYES ON THE PRIZE
(JESUS NAVIGATING, SIMON OF CYRENE AIDING)
The ever coming dawn
Seemed to have struggled
With the coming of morning:-
Returning from its nocturnal journey,
The sun slowly stretched, yawned,
And rose to the appointed occasion;
Sending dim, goldened rays, piercing
Shades of lazy gray clouds, as the
Whistling wind wailed, whooshing
Through trees as it streaked corners,
Sounding awaking alarms that in no way,
Hands could stop, nor ringing ears ignore:-
The weight of sleep eased as the window
Shades of old tired eyes slowly opened
To the new light of a new day, oblivious
To the time of the closure of the past day:-
With yawning praises due, thanksgiving
Is offered for another bright, cherished day,
To be in labors of love, passing on to the children,
Liberating divine wisdom and guidance; enabling them
To courageously strive on in today’s ongoing struggles:
Seeking spiritual, social, political, and economic freedom:-
Yes, chosen once more again by my Creator,
To be in His divine service, by being of service
In labors of love, towards all in need of service,
I rose and clothed myself with the breastplate
Of the audacious faith, enlightenment, and
Strength inherited from the ancestors:-
In God’s navigation, and my eyes stayed
On the prize, I go out into God’s labors of love:-
Praying to be an instrument of His peace and love,
And a drum major, guiding towards justice and equality:-
Divine frenzy
Those who have the muse of madness in the soul,
passing through the doors of intuition very artful.
Where music and poetry play the touches of mad,
from the genius and sacrificing melancholy of insanity of load.
In the state of divine possession, the enraptured performer in height,
effecting the listeners soul to similar ecstatic union in resonance alright.
Magical procedure or mass psychotic transaction,
the act of engendered furies stimulating creative attraction.
Stimulus divine will as it manifest throughout creation,
the multiverse in individual subtle emotion.
Symbolic energies extend to the realm of sense,
and their efficacy do what they patently do intense.
The chaos and the melancholic drama of meaning,
enduring metaphor in natures law of karmic being.
The soul as an instrument of its kind,
penetrates to its innermost core for synchronicity to find.
Imitation of celestial qualities and interaction of spirit revealed,
the performance and audience in close contact concealed.
Simple ways work
A magic route;
Ideas pop-up
To write new verse
I do not try;
I sharpen intent
Words come in waves
Surely and truly;
I decipher rhymes
No need to rush
I wait for surge;
Embrace what comes
No agendas
Only firm desire;
Then wordplay crafts
Each poem sums
A deeper need;
Instrument of soul
Joy lives in calm
New words in charm;
Urge sets me free
No need to cite
Or even write;
Love speaks with voice
I simply wait
Patience works best;
Poesy is shy
To write well
I do not try;
Soul takes over
Eleventh hour panic
Then muse attends;
Surge of new merge
Voice echoes call
Heart takes the hint;
Fine verses attend
In vivid voice
Heed choice sublime;
Greet rhymes in time
What I am thinking
Brings more to think;
I transcribe feelings
Inner voice chants
Stillness flings anew;
Mindful conversations
Leon Enriquez
08 August 2014
Singapore
I will minister to my neighbor
I am the Lord’s instrument to minister to my neighbor
I will succor them that stand in need of my succor
Help me O Lord to serve my neighbor
I shall give love to those in need
I will show that love by word and deed
O Lord, I will love my brother
I will speak kind words to my brother
I will wipe away my neighbor’s tears
I will awake my neighbor to good cheers
I will cheer up the sad
And make him feel glad
Help me O Lord, to speak gentle words to the heart filled with anger
I will administer my substances to those in need
I will pray for those in need
I will seek the wandering sheep
Father, give me love that is deep
That I may rescue the wandered sheep
I am a Shepherd to the Lord’s flock
I will feed his flocks
I will be diligent to know the State of my flocks
And look well after my herd
I will extend my ministering to the dead
And bring blessing upon my head.
O Lord, I will minister as thou hast
Thou smiled at and forgave people
Thou talked with and listened to people
Thou walked with and made time for people
Thou encouraged and fed people
Thou taught and served people
Thou invited and reached out to people
Oh, thou art set example for me to follow
Thou want me to grow
I will allow thy love in me to glow
O Lord, keep my heart aglow
I will help thine kingdom to grow
I will help others to grow
O Lord let the Spirit of Elijah flow
Let the desire to seek for my ancestors grow
Let the desire to help them grow
O Lord, I will minister as thou hast ministered
I will minister with all my heart.
I was once sent back in time to my newly assigned starship.
I was sent back to prevent the destruction of it.
Someone had planted a bomb hidden somewhere within it,
that would blow five years after with my crew and me in it.
My job was to go back into time and disable it
and capture and bring to justice the bomb planting culprit.
My mission caused me an injury known as temporal psychosis shock
by creating a series of a most complex paradox.
I first witnessed me enter the starship's galley
and knew from my experience in this moment previously
that I would hold a conference in my quarters immediately.
I took advantage of my absence and hurriedly
attempted to find the saboteur before the bomb was planted successfully.
I followed my instrument designed to trace the bomb's energy
and came upon the bomb and its culprit's locality.
I was however surprised and shocked to see
that the saboteur planting the bomb was yours truly.
I arrested me and returned immediately to the future's time presently,
where I was placed in a cell with many others of me
who had partaken in this temporal paradox series,
which I later came to learn was started by me.
All of the me's are currently now being integrated back to only one me
and sent back to before any of this ever came to be.
then the time stream can return back to normal hopefully.
I turned to me and said to me
as we were about to be integrated permanently.
"I guess I'll see you back from before any of this started"
Me then said to me, "I'm looking forward to it,
or should I say backward?"
I then responded to me most pleadingly,
"Please stop it right there, or you're gonna get me started."
I am quite taken with the sultriness from the
Coltrane grove sending hints of cedar down
my spine as I enters the room arousing the sassy
brassiness of my horizons a solid structure
forms each time his fingers tap the saxophone
unspeakable melodies hindered just so under
the balanced keys behind the piano mans
harmony and then the butterflies dance again
as he kisses this instrument I'm quite
taken again the sound lingers over the
snow capped mountains after being blindly
sent out from beneath bales of hay where
southern hospitality seems to whisper please
stay awhile an yet my brown eyes began
to sink into the night sky as stars shoot out
across the darkness lights seems to fade dem
and glow as John Coltrane finishes the show
People who act like they care
are the ones who were not there
what they did was so unfair
not a minute they could spare
Turning on you when you’re down
laugh and joke like you’re a clown
to bring a silence to your sound
talking of the grief you’ve found
Making bad days even worse
crying when you’re in a hearse
then rewriting what occurred
now it seems they put you first
Like a predator finds the weak one
friends target the friend half beaten
as in their head they are competing
sensing victory they’ve been seeking
When all the help they have been given
doesn’t figure in their decision
for this moment makes life worth living
kick you down in repetition
Friends they talk of don’t look good
you fail when you’ve misunderstood
did all to help you that they could
you didn’t listen when you should
So now you suffer all by yourself
while they blame it on mental health
with their intentions set to help
you won’t listen to anyone else
It seems regardless of what they do
you refuse to hear their clue
prolonging what you’re going through
placing all the blame on you
Changing reality to suit their narrative
stating with clarity what they did
whilst implying you are stupid
as if a flaw that you live with
Their confusion gives them innocence
it removes their guilty influence
lying’s their survival instrument
masterminds creating incidents
Manipulation is an art form
presented well in uniform
a following will quickly spawn
appears the petal but is the thorn
New Tyranny
The dawn, after the rain had trumpet its force on the old roof tiles
it ceased to a soft drizzle harmless and tender.
Yes, I know I should get up at seven steeped as I´m a protestant work ethic.
Overcome by laziness, I slept for two hours more.
In my drowsiness, thought about how our freedom has been restricted by the internet,
our thought and secrets are no longer our property but shared by authorities that want
to know our innermost thoughts.
We are prisoners of an all-embracing society that will not tolerate thoughts
other than banal comments about a friend`s birthday.
What we heralded as a great instrument for communication
is perverted and spied on by our leaders.
Free speech only exists for those who have nothing to say and accept living
in the land of the convention.
Nothing can be nobler if we demand our right
not to be censured
and called seditious because we will not be trapped
in the trivial acceptance of perceived lies.
A very special person has inspired me..
To try and accomplish what I can be..
A dessert for my soul, Cookie is her name.
An inspiration to me, I admirably proclaim!
She has stirred in me a sense of self value..
To have faith in anything I want to pursue..
You have crossed my path for a purpose..
Through poesy and random words of kindness..
May you always be an instrument of faith.
For the lost poets who visit your way!
Dedication to:
Carole Cookie Arnold (01/01/2010)
You have inspired in me a value of self worth
and to be what I want to be.
"Cookie" has written several books.
Let The Music Play On
Beautiful young girl
Listens to a violin playing
As she embraces her loving instrument,
Dreams of playing in an orchestra
The soothing, warm, rich, clear, and relaxing sounds of the violin
While in concerts discipline.
The slow, dips, and peaks pitch sounds reverberate,
As the bow dances around the strings and filtrates
Playing SONG ESCALA - CHI MAI as it escapes
An image of a couple unites,
In her mine
Listening to the violin play
Waltzing with the soothing sound as it assembles
As a floating feather touches down,
On the veranda
She is in her finest long flowing gown,
He is in black tails, white ties and gloves,
Under the splendor of the brightness full moon and stars.
Listening to a violin playing
As she embraces her loving instrument
And dreams of the day she will be the one playing
And waltz
Under the splendor of the full brightness of the moon and stars.
12/26/2014
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