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Falling leaves
Paragraphs wind blown;
Telling a story
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Two carrot cakes
Different recipes;
Delightful outcomes
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House work calls
Busy with home work;
Fastidious hands
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Watch what happens
Random rain wets;
Harsh heatwave irrigates
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Yes once again
That time of year;
Haze adds colour
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Geopolitics confers
Conflict confronts calm;
Uneasy peace
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This great stretch
Sea and boundaries;
So many claims
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Difficult choices
No middle path;
Fumble taking sides
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So much here
Activity consigns;
Cash like ammo
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Profound question:
Why ask why?
So many times
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Cheery children
Play prunes prank;
Laughter frolics
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Leon Enriquez
09 April 2016
Singapore
That gilded cage
with its…
heavy quilted,
ironclad armour
is Home
to her soul
She's been busy
racking up layers
while her soul burrows
deeper
and deeper
yielding to the cage's allure
as it whirls through
timeless wormholes
birthed by life's orbit
Her soul carries on
swimming through
Sands of eternity
Oblivious
to the obvious realities
that cage is a Shield
though at times
it obscures the view
in its cleft, a haven is found
by a soul
yearning for silence
and nursing a craving
for stillness
This chest feels empty at times
the emptiness speak volumes
it’s the kind
that never ever lets up
it’s loudly echoed
by the heart's throb
as it obediently irrigates a life
a duty
that will not be deprived
This prison is a Safe house
entry is denied to most
it’s limited to a selected few
and that
after meticulous scrutiny
exits are but a fantasy
and thus glisten
with the appeal
of the unattainable
One fateful day
her soul
in a trance
teleported into an abyss
of quickened desire
where a glimmer
of unfounded hope
sparked a wisp of courage
Her soul rose
to the occasion
and offered its fears
for a sacramental sacrifice
as its terrors rose
to the surface, she
cradled it in her arms
to soothe it
with gentle crooning
Her song a mantra of rebirth
Of a buried seed
that in time sprouts
and shoots past its confines
When it finally matures,
it will sow it’s seed
to the wind
while its fluff takes to the skies
and beyond
its roots will nourish
the womb of the mother
Her lullaby purified the sacrifice
as darkness fell
upon the cage
turning it into a cozy
cocoon…
While her soul
hibernated
She
in patience
stood sentinel
armed with love
to keep the terrors at bay
as nature sows it’s wild oats
This heart is a Fortress
that serves her soul
while it mans the post
It will remain
on ice
Soul sits on a dream
Ponders on wonder;
Time slips away
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Cutie cutie pie
Styles a sweet smile;
Innocent allure
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Blessings now glow
Over the rainbow;
Watch dreams come true
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Stray breeze chills,
Scented shivers;
Airy evening delights
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Mystic moments charm
Calm demeanour;
Witty textures spool
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Joy navigates
Cheer irrigates;
Peace meditates
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Poolside garden
Plumeria blooming ample;
Ecstatic allure
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Skyline colours
Blaze of sunset;
Evening interlude
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Be savvy now
Love yourself first;
Count your blessings
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Leon Enriquez
11 April 2016
Singapore
Some people believe in taking it to their Lord in prayer
I on the other hand believe in tipping it into the seas in tears
I rain all my sorrows and joys in equal measure, into water, in all the forms she chooses to embody, she that is the healing arm of my mother Lobopo, for sweet release as she runs fountains down my cheeks and my eyes become pools filling up and spilling over with pent up emotions
she in turn soaks away all my aches and pains as I gain instant relief
My third eye receives and emits healing only when its fully emerged in her clear waters when they hold stillness
reminiscent of my great grandmother's gift of sight
inherited from her own great grandmother and she in turn from hers and so forth down the mortal coil of decendancy as committed to tribal memory
She is in me and I am partly her the healing hand of my mother metsi
She has always been the belt hoisting me to my ancestors since the day of my conception as I laid at rest in her being fortified before I entered the mortal realm
She runs deep in me as she oils, dilutes, cleanses, purifies and irrigates my being, to afford me the precious gift of life
I carry the distinctive mark of mother Gaia on me and it's a shining reflection of my original root that is planted on the banks of her rivers and even ponds all over my MamaLand
Planted within reach to her waters that keep my marrow moist and supple
I am a seedling of her fontanel Aferika where the pulse of life beats so raw, tender and bold that it leaves the bittersweet taste of nostalgia clinging to all the hearts she ever encounters
and all life forms latch onto her ample teat for sustenance
I give thanks to the arm of my mother water, for giving me life,
never forsaking me in my hour of desperate need
and for keeping me connected to the original source of my being Aferika
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