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Creeping creepy creepers, the crawling trellis
jutting out of everywhere
snaking through country and metropolis
twisting turning in floral bliss
but more like snakes that hiss
But in quietude feign death for self-defense!
Weeping willows with an unreal surreal sorrow
weeping tears of dew onto the silted furrow.
Perhaps weeping for bretheren felled
in deforestations and land clearings in
my imaginations of the call to preservation.
Against ethnic cleansing of greenery for selfish building
As per man's construction for mere recreation
Velvety-green tear- stained faces or rather foliage
When dew is stuck on them as nature's trinkets of pearls.
And over there touch-me-nots swaying coyly
like prim and proper maidens
in the fantastic floral gardens.
And what in the world is this case?
Imitation flowery in place of imitation jewellery?
Yeah, thats poinsettia in a vase
Leaves in the disguise of flowers
Its actual flowers relegated to backstage.
And ethereal fairy-slippers await their never coming wearers
and Indian pipes to be admired by Red Indian sightseers.
Oh and here's another spectacle- but sniper tactics this time
Yikes! Let the naive insect world beware!
Whilst the bloodthirsty killers lie in ambush
Those camouflaged jungle guerrillas
or should we say the venus fly-traps!
Or a more harmless one yet mimicking the scary
A snap-dragon flora, its mouth opening and snapping shut.
Then watch that mega-sized jumbo giant flora
The world's largest flower
No stems, no leaves, plant-eater plant, rafflesia.
Is it too much for the faint-hearted ha ha.
And wow now watch that incredible costume, oh my!
A flower masked as some pesky fly!
None other than the remarkable fly orchid.
And yet another, the silent music of the fiddlenecks
Fiddles as if for the light-weight fairies.
And lastly not forgetting ofcourse
the sky-blue unforgettable forget-me-nots
A memorable bouquet but themselves devoid of memory.
Ah nature lover poets if you wish to view
more of flora in a fancy dress masquerade
Go ahead and flip through the pages of
a botanical, floral
horticultural
pictorial journal.
And see for yourself the fantastic flora's charade
or else imagine them dressed as a floral renegade!
Dementia genes may lurk inside
But since there is no cure,
I wonder what’s the benefit
Of finding out for sure.
Would knowing change the way you live
And spur some foreign travel?
Or would it plunge you to the depths
Where fear makes minds unravel?
Perhaps you’d contact long-lost friends
To help provide support;
Or take up brand-new hobbies
So that pesky plaque you’d thwart.
Quite possibly, you’d join a club
For Alzheimer potentials;
Or start a journal or a blog
Confirming your credentials.
If something’s hiding in my brain
Prepared to drag me low,
My overwhelming wish for now
Is I don’t want to know.
Words come to mind
In splurge not vain
A certain find
As touch now gains
Words tell a lot
In spree that flows
As pattern clots
A fragrant show
Words in swift poke
Forge buoyant cast
Amass deep strokes
Now first and last
Words sire stern wit
To flavour tease
As if to fit
A busy lease
Words jerk and lift
That bumpy ride
Just like a gift
That drafts new pride
Words tell a lot
In sway most brief
To cast a slot
Beyond cheer's grief
Words wear a face
Yet slide and touch
As if by grace
Soul stuff strokes such.
Dear
Leon Enriquez
31 August 2019
Singapore
Journey Journal Page
2025 LEGACY
By Leon Enriquez
Yes we hear the bell sound
The toll of midnight hour
A new year comes around
As fond dreams empower
A glimpse of lovely hope
As the brand new year starts
As Auld Lang Syne words scope
Our soul, body-mind, heart
~~~~~~~~~
As fireworks dazzle mirth
Frame A Happy New Year
And goodwill on this earth
As warm feelings endear
As we raise a fine toast
To our expectations
Feel this grand moment host
Our pursuit with passion
~~~~~~~~~
The promise of good times
Moves purpose and action
The pleasures as charm chimes
A loving connection
Here at the threshold we
Wish upon our bright stars
To live rapture and be
True to honour on par
~~~~~~~~~
Resolve to anchor acts
To face the world we live
Abide with steadfast tact
To we earn as we give
May each battle we face
Be a testament brave
In glimpse of light and grace
To share glory we crave
~~~~~~~~~
Faith moves our way each day
As hope clusters good health
Love sparkles rainbow rays
True abundance our wealth
When we face dismal loss
May our spirits be strong
To mine gold from odd dross
To know what’s right from wrong
~~~~~~~~~
May joy and peace of mind
Bring us serene living
May heart and soul now find
Tranquil moments blessing
May love keep our being
With confidence and grace
Live each day becoming
To know our sacred space
~~~~~~~~~
May our spirits be whole
To frame our body-mind
May our heart bear true soul
To live what true love binds
Two-zero-two-five comes
To herald our affairs
Change and grace can thus sum
Our bounty and our flair
~~~~~~~~~
Here we greet the new year
As fond resolve moves heart
With grand hope and good cheer
To face life as we start
Here by the year’s front gate
We stride with faith and hope
Bring love to face our fate
As time and space greet scope
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
01 January 2025
Singapore
A life alone is how it ended
So free of others wants or cares
You'll be with nature unattended
Perhaps to spot some big brown bears
So free of others wants or care
As you look out into the wild
Perhaps to spot some big brown bears
You'll be a mountain man so proud
As you look out into the wild
A new life with you will now begin
You'll be a mountain man so proud
When you obtain a load of skins
A new life with you will now begin
As you enter in to natures rest
When you obtain a load of skins
You'll pass you're first hard test
As you enter into natures rest
You'll see the seasons change its clothes
You'll pass your first hard test
When you come upon the first fresh snows
You'll see the seasons change its clothes
As animals you need appear
When you come upon the first fresh snows
You'll learn to track your first deer
As animals you need appear
You'll be with nature unattended
You'll learn to track your first deer
A life alone is how it ended
One of my favorite shows is mountain men
Written 7/29/18
Sponsored by Dear Heart A.K.A. Broken Wings
Contest For Your Poetry Journal Contest
Journey Journal Page
EMERGENT
By Leon Enriquez
In the emergent light you see
Order and chaos within a hint
That taut poise in ambiguity
A flash of insight in raw tint
The known in the unknown tangle
That shows an unseen point of view
Sore dilemma in triangle
Confronts conflict in visual cue
~~~~~~~~~
Do you now know just what you know?
The plain truth and the paradox
Movement in moments here that show
Thought and afterthought that flip box
Discern the inconstancy there
With the surge of jibber-jabber
In contradictions that craft flair
Where certainty aligns fever
~~~~~~~~~
Two companions sit by my side
Each wears a certain arc of grace
Truth keeps company with the tides
Paradox lures wit in embrace
Drama confronts primal fancy
As truth speaks with silence profound
Paradox casts views contrary
As irony captures odd grounds
~~~~~~~~~
Know the steady embrace of truth
That sits silently by your side
Where you seek the emotive proof
As flaming paradox rides
Yet we toss and turn and lay blame
Seek refuge in the light of truth
As if playing a losing game
When the simple truth channels proof
~~~~~~~~~
I hear the conversations here
Tryst with twin companions of flow
Speak as conscious quivers draw near
Am I certain that I now know?
Silence speaks with profound deep tones
As echoes flood my mortal feel
Truth and paradox match old bones
An enlightening moment spills
~~~~~~~~~
I question the truth with touch strange
Hear truth prompts choice in poise of voice
Paradox answers through tough change
Two options in twist of brisk noise
So we try our best to live grief
Yet cannot leave our mortal veil
So we traverse change not so brief
As human consciousness avails
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
07 January 2024
Singapore
Journey Journal Page
MY DREAM CATCHER, GRATITUDE
Meet here and now true glimpse of peace,
You know you can love with grand fare.
Grace tells you how in lavish ease,
Reap what you plan beyond mere cares;
Ample the light that inspires joy,
Thrill in pure feel that special state;
Indulge thoughts bright that need no ploy,
Touch frames goodwill to bolster fate;
Use your own gifts to sparkle here,
Death is a dream that fear seeds well;
End as you lift such wondrous cheer.
Now watch love stream a sacred spell,
Old paves the way for new to be,
Wise words forge play as truth sets free.
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
27 December 2020
Singapore
Melancholy,
a storyteller, a poet, a painter, photographer;
like finding words to express me, doing sketches, and paintings,
have ideas about displaying my art, creating a nature journal, my garden.
Sometimes, I feel lonely and lost, oh will these seedlings ever grow,
I fear death, decay of my life treasures, my pets health;
would like to find acceptance of the past, present and future,
resident of this wonderful place we call Earth.
Writer . . .
__________________________________
March 24, 2020
Poetry/Bio Modified/Melancholy Writer
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1238-680-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Dawn comes
On the silk route;
Sun sparkles
Tour trip explores
Vistas of China;
Old and new transits
So much to see:
Lovely landscapes;
Crowded cities morphing
Words in my journal,
Thoughts on my journey;
Miracles and mysteries
Mötley tourist crowd
Eagerly guzzling down
All things China in spring rain
We take our time,
Explore the edges;
Collect instant memories
My darling translates
Classical Chinese tongue:
Basic English field trip!
Beauty in nuances
Cryptic language profound:
Where the Middle Kingdom reigns
Memories on record,
Thought distiller in word motifs;
Celebrate and anchor
Eventful sojourn,
Spring sensations --
Mystic revelations
Just the other day,
My darling said to me:
Take another China trip?
Leon Enriquez
19 Feb 2014
Singapore
Symbols and sigils flood the forebrain as I walk through the metal and wired glass doors. With an whoosh of air, they close as if mocking the breath I had held in too long. Fear beaded in the sweat on my upper lip. What had once been the blissful gold-tinged vessel of apple blossom days had now turned into the hollow boned reality of a Dali summer, a loveless leaden pit of dread. Constant incessant sobbing, gagging, rocking did little to quell the practice’s belief that I was deranged.
parents watch
through the window:
paper cup pills
He was bald, and full of hmmm’s, nodding as I babbled. A seventies summer started with first love in a hayfield, ended in a heroin fright. The local quack had assured me it was all a communist plot to overtake the youth of America. Really, one should never tell their parents the truth. They certainly hadn’t checked in with their brains when their seed and egg mixed a proclivity for alcoholism with a dollop of bipolar mania. “Ahhh, hmmmm,” The Doctor said. “Two weeks rest should do you fine.”
First Published in Tincture Journal, Australia April 2014