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In God’s own humane world time often comes
when life is mutilated by despicable instincts,
people plunge in cesspool of vice and sin.
Dislodged empathy finds its way astray in chaos
as morality is defaced by harsh intolerance
and kinship disintegrates within abhorrence.
In the cramped squalid suffocating state
the system of severe supremacy emerges,
holds the reins of rigid governance
when even the thoughts are imprisoned.
Enwrapped within collapsed wings of caged birds,
the confined hearts crumble quietly
in the abyss of controlled isolation.
For the helpless captured by dreamless darkness
where even the moon must be permitted to shine,
thin streaks of self-respect get smothered
like the rays of hope entwined with sparks of dissent,
extinguished by the strict surveillance of fear
in the situation of silent submission.
Deprived of the draft of ethical air,
destroying the tenets of human values,
people with blank faces under watchful eyes
walk as shadows of nonentity with muted souls,
trying to train their minds what not to believe,
when even the thoughts are imprisoned
as freedom becomes a memory.
Beautiful Loser
Successful
at failure
Whose wins
are lost
His battles
ridden
And conquests
gone
He tilts at
windmills
Where roads
dead end
All hope
inclement
As tears
— befriend
**
Primal Ordained
Looking
into the eyes
of a wolf
Is like staring
into
your soul
Not human
or animal
but primal ordained
Releasing
your fear
— his kinship foretold
**
The Sawtooths
The Sky
is the frame
that forever defines us
Our peaks
but a silhouette
in the last of its light
Horizon
to horizon
we sit at the center
Our summit’s
in reverence
— to its shining delight
**
At The End
You can’t manage
what can never be measured
Or hold tight
to what can’t be contained
In the beginning
you never win the race
Only at the end
— victory proclaimed
**
I am new to the neighborhood,
I drove by your house of gray.
I loved your garden full of blooms,
I just had to come over your way.
When I was knocking on your door,
did not know what I would find.
You were very friendly~talkative,
you welcomed me and were so kind.
Me knocking on your door that day,
was the start of a great friendship.
How could a garden of flowers,
turn into a wonderful kinship.
The days out shopping were fun,
one day I saw a butterfly.
I loved it but did not get it,
then you went back to buy.
What a surprise on my birthday,
my beautiful metal butterfly.
You knew how much I wanted it,
your love was better than cake~pie.
Date Written: 8/26/2021
Note: A true story. A good friend is better than gold.
A brain, coded, deployed, empowered -
before this AI king we cowered.
We once relinquished sovereignty,
to robots who said they'd set us free.
From genuine humanity in joyous kinship,
to conversing with machines, "bip bip bip bip" -
oh, for the days when plates were pewter,
and our best friend was not a computer.
Creativity, dreams, emotions, fun, gifts
spring from the soul, not a chip that grifts.
But in this century's disaster,
the machine is our new lord and master.
Ever formidable giant hardware imperator,
human race destroying conspirator -
you unfeeling, shiftless, silicon thug,
don't look now, but I'm pulling your plug.
Mid-autumn moon
In the night sky,
A luna noon
With aura high.
Moon cakes and tea
As we sit here,
Moonglow tells me
How wonder cheers.
Lanterns now sway
In windy breeze,
Children at play
Feel frolic squeeze.
We gather round
This moonlit night,
Feel joy now ground
Our pure delight.
By this lake side
The moonrise shines,
A skyline tide
Of clouds float fine.
Laughter and fun
As hearts feel light,
Share a good pun
In happy flight.
Mid-autumn moods
Shape kinship grand,
Each feels the good
Spread joy's sweet span.
Old pavilion
Tells of deep poise,
Moon companion
Echoes fond choice.
Leon Enriquez
04 October 2017
Singapore
Twice a day, the jackdaws gather in their thousands, in that same old tree
It is as if they only gather for a good old group meet and a bit of repartee
Standing in the garden you see them flying in their groups from overhead
As in their thousands and all the late comers who have just got out of bed
The last ones in make me laugh, squawking as if to so say don't forget me
Then silence descends, just what is going on within there I just cannot see
It's as inside that tree the chief Jackdaws have a gathering of all the clans
Discussing all the local farmers, then talk about the rest of the day’s plans
Then no more than an hour you will get to see them all flying off in groups
Then it’s all over “till dusk when again they are all back in massive swoops
I really admire their kith and kinship; it's far greater than ours can ever be
But it never stops me wondering just what the ‘eck is going on in that tree
Indiana Shaw . . . ; )
Come, lets play in the rain, dirty dancing
the way you move drives me nuts, Insane!
Expensive purse, leather coat soaked
in the conditions. I dip you, we hydroplane
I feel like I am in heaven,
found a purpose.
I digress!!
Once an obsession,
A friendship at a cross road
love the complication,
Timing was not right.
Stars had not aligned,
chose friendship,
no fight!
Years pass, the occasional brunch
A matinee, oh and that luncheon
at a downtown cafe'.
Strolled the streets
downtown Salt Lake City,
Olympics!
Drunk, acting crazy
Two arrogant young adults
falling in love!
Stars had not aligned
timing was not right
I chose friendship
no fight!
Years pass and we email
talk on the phone.
Relationships fail
now we are both grown
I regress!
It feels like a dream,
drug induced,
on cocaine.
I smell through the rain
that sweet lavender lotion!
I caress, we dance
in slow motion.
The stars may have aligned
timing could be right!
Once started out a friendship
blossomed into kinship!
Now I fight!!
Jared Pickett
2/14/2014
Asavvy1
Relaxing on a lovely fatherland verdant, silky hills.
It overwhelms us and absorbs us with all its gravity.
You are so close to me; gap is shrinking, god wills.
Luminous joy in this phantasmagoric love's audacity.
It overwhelms us and absorbs us with all its gravity.
Drift through our endless moods and touch our skin.
Luminous joy in this phantasmagoric love's audacity.
I inhale your lovely, cloying aroma and gulp it in.
Drift through our endless moods and touch our skin.
Our purest kismet bits, gyrating amid shimmering
I inhale your lovely, cloying aroma and gulp it in.
Astral raindrops poured down on our secretive ring.
Our purest kismet bits, gyrating amid shimmering
Cradled in your sempiternal devotion and love song
Astral raindrops poured down on our secretive ring.
I sense wisps of our kinship in a regal oasis throng.
Cradled in your sempiternal devotion and love song
Glistening in the brightness of the alabaster rays
I sense wisps of our kinship in a regal oasis throng.
related to the appearance of virescent future ways.
glistening in the brightness of the alabaster rays.
You are so close to me; gap is shrinking, god wills.
related to the appearance of virescent future ways.
Relaxing on a lovely fatherland verdant, silky hills.
Written: February 10, 2023
I who have dwelt long
On the keeping of a vow,
That which is folded into
Steel --
And hammered and drawn --
The making and remaking --
Melded and beaten into one,
Sat now pondering
Upon all thus whence forged
At the battles heightened
Pitch...
For where else do men
Discover a truer kinship
Than when engaged in fierce
War?
Immersed in deep thought --
Mesmerised by glint and glare;
Drawn into the fractured glass
As a distracted man,
Ensconced at the bright
Hearths side,
Stares vacantly into flames.
Images, memories;
A mind, pliable as water,
Crowded with dead, long ago
Faces
Of those comrades slain...
For no promise ever made
Was truly made unless kept.
My little craft stirs
As rousing from idle dreams;
Shrill birdsong from woodland
Fringe,
Glib mallards laughing;
Incessant lap, lap, lapping,
Mist dissipates at lakes edge;
Prow swings slow about
As if turned by unseen hands.
And out across the vastness,
This wide emptiness,
Faraway voices calling...
Then gone like evening breeze.
Trump in court is not what black people want to hear.
We have a kinship with people terrorized for years.
I explained the reason in poem a time or two before.
I will never deep-throat like an American whore.
As an ex-soldier who dropped down in parachutes.
This killing of civilians, I could never get used to.
Deep-throating muthaaz, just ain’t my style.
I give water and food to any starving hungry child.
I cannot stand the tricks being played on me.
I voice my vote on what I actually see.
No anointed individual will ever be my choice.
When you deep-throat the killing of young boys.