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(Dedication: For Ann)
Spring rain dazzles in clear fashion;
Blooms now wrestle in grand passion;
Lovely juggle of fine action.
My lover comes to squeeze joy plain;
A lovely sum with profound gains;
We sing and hum with cares now slain.
Come let us go to seek fond space:
To greet the glow of love we trace;
With tryst that shows love in sure grace.
The moments here in happy pace
Is full of cheer with charms we trace;
Linger most clear, touch face to face.
Yes cheek to cheek as lovers touch,
Glimpses now peek on loving much;
A music peaks twin hearts as such.
And so we skip with lively feet,
Touch earthly trip upon this street;
For love now rips our sensuous heat.
No words can stay the course we take;
We while the day and night we wake;
Watch stars at play and eat our cake.
Time flavours time with clever charm;
Rhyme follows rhyme in steady farm;
Walk steadfast chime, waltz arm in arm.
A timeless span covers our smiles;
A treasure grand offers to style
Our souls' extend in passion's child.
New lease of life bursts forth to stay;
We do survive our sojourn play
Beyond mere strife to better days.
This mortal flesh must melt away;
And in a flash, our souls must lay
Old earth and dash to blissful sway.
See stillness here in pun and wit;
See love spark clear the path that fits;
See endless cheer that ever knits.
Love wears fond wings to seek bold skies
As stars now sing in myriad sighs,
To hurl and fling with love that cries!
Dusk waits for dawn, and gracious hum;
Night pines for morn, and grand outcome;
Lovers now spawn a lovely psalm.
Come now darling as love calls out;
Let's leave all things and shout fond shouts;
Heed the calling of surreal bouts.
Leon Enriquez
17 Apr 2014
Singapore
In the yard stands a large Bradford pear tree,
Its spreading branches forming a shady canopy.
Beneath this shady haven is a ring of chairs,
And in each chair sits a friend who cares.
Women of diverse backgrounds and ages,
Make pleasant conversation as each engages.
We sit peacefully enjoying the cool spring breeze,
As it wends its way and rustles through the leaves.
We are not idle - each one stitches, knits or crochets,
On which ever crafty project is their forte.
Discussions range from family matters to local news.
Politics and politicians really light a fuse.
We tell jokes, ask and give advice.
Sometimes we just act silly and its nice.
Sharing our high points and our woes,
When we're together just about anything goes.
This gathering of friends is refreshing and renewing,
A bright spot when the darkness of this world is brewing.
These women are a blessing and a treasure.
Their worth exceeds far more than I can measure.
5/6/21
Dedicated to the ladies in my weekly crafting group
A snaking mouth sloughs two spines,
the rattle of small vertebrae
and delicate teeth.
A woman learns to ride them, feels
the trombone slide of a dragon’s tail.
A man lifts tugging fingers,
not wanting to fumble
as ill-illuminated aluminum rails
bite.
The zipper knits together lusts
or shuns and strips a thought away.
Body bags become bodily prayers.
It is a widening gash gleaming -
lip-gloss for unpainted desires.
Zippers may squeeze a tight throat,
or close an open face.
Buttons are collected or lost,
though once in a while rescued
from a box of other tangled trinkets.
Spinners twirling,
Silver swirling,
Conjured magic dinner plate.
Her eyes devising,
Hypnotizing,
Glittered, gleaming, polished slate.
She knits a dress
With silky tress,
She puts her prowess in the stitch,
And gives her guest
A lovely rest.
Her kisses halt the latent twitch.
She lays her head,
upon the thread,
and watching sky and sea and moon,
inquires whence about her prince,
and if he'll come to find her soon.
For when his gaze
upon her lays,
and legs creep onto bed and tomb,
Therewith his wife
craft pearls of life,
as he gives his to fill her womb.
Her children grow,
and briskly go,
on strings of air and brazen pride.
they sing goodbye,
and off they fly!
To calling wind, they all abide.
Her great delight
Is pale moonlight,
It makes her shining quilt unseen,
And brings a score
right to her door;
The lofty, royal silver queen.
It was like a dream, a reunion to transcend time,
A testament to bonds unbroken, a love so sublime.
Royal Batch 87, forever intertwined,
In the tapestry of life, our spirits unified.
In the realm of memories, a bond that never dies,
Although scattered like the stars, yet destiny unifies.
In corridors of time, we walked our separate ways,
Yet fate's adorned tapestry knits together our yesterdays.
From distant shores, we gather, united in our roots,
Like threads, blue, gold and blue inter-twined.
The school, where our fathers passed the flame,
Guiding us to seek knowledge, and life's eternal game.
Life's journey, has shaped us, cut and polished,
Like precious stones, revealing our spirits nourished.
Disce Aut Discede, our watchword carved in hearts,
We stand as testament to the faith that never parts.
In this epoch of uncertainty, as the tides of change roll in,
Let us, as instruments of God, kindle hope from within.
Wherever we are planted, let rivers flow in heights,
Fountains rise amidst the valleys, shimmering with light.
For our world, in this decade, stands at a crucial juncture,
Our actions will determine its fate, a force to reckon with.
Oh, Royal Batch 87, let's rewrite the future's tale,
Embracing love and wisdom, for all to prevail.
Woven in Silk Threads of Love
(Apropos Us and the Children)
Time tested love, bruised
and battered,
lay like littered crystals
on the steel plate stage of life;
dismembered and crumbled
like a stale cookie
whose particles
have lost
their electromagnetic-like
attractiveness.
Ingredients of envious spice
inhibits any and all adhesiveness—
that tough threading love folds and kneads.
Yet, the sprinkling of forgiveness
knits and weaves the web
of diverse unity of understanding—
cocooning new beginnings:
Indeed, the most fragile butterfly wings
have endured—soared in monarch majesty—
defying time tested, treacherous winds
that the teeming silk of love forever spins.
Yes, to err is human; to forgive divine;
may eternal blessings forever twine
this tender love of yours and mine.
CROWN THE KING
Kendrick, king of kinetic kinesis,
Kaleidoscopic knowledge knits keenest.
Kindled by Compton's kinetic flame,
Keen verses vie for victory, acclaim.4
Knightly in kendo of kindred beats,
Keeps a killing calmness under knit sheets.
Kicks, knuckles, knockouts off his notes,
His knavish knacks, knight-errant floats.8
King of the craft, crowned in creative conquest,
Kendrick the keystone, like Kinta Kunte's quest.
The keeper of keys to kingdoms is K.Dot,
Kindhearted kinfolk, Kenny is kinetically hot.¹²
Kendrick's alter ego kits Kung-Fu Kenny,
Kdot's "6:16 in LA" & "Not Like Us" impressed many.
Kendrick's career-spanning series of the same name
Keeps Kung-Fu Kenny kitted-up in the rap game.¹6
Kaleidoscope king, keep kindling the art.
Crown King Kendrick, he who's carved apart.¹8
VICK MANUEL POETRY
{VMP}
FORM: Alliteration
Copyright ©?11th May, 2024.
End of summer arrives over the hill
with yielding flowers in little red buckets
half eaten pizza boxes discarded at will
theme parks lay vacant as open lockets
a Japanese lilacs gives one last gait
the birds fly south with Autumnary song
shaker knits aired as bathing suits deflate
life begins to slow as we lose the throng
mother earth encases bereft of cloak
and golden fields lay barren without fruit
regardless of the change we opt to stroke
the last of summer as it spills out mute
as the season configures and declines
I go higher up where the sun still shines .
8/11/2019
Writing Challenge 1, August 2019 - Just Write
Sponsor, Dear Heart
Groggy, I lay my unsteady head down.
My soul coiled from turmoil, soon forgotten.
To a whirling tunnel I fall, fall, fall;
a sleep that knits a cradle of cotton.
Amid an enchanted forest, yielding
old timber with faces, and creeping plants.
Where wildlife talk and rainbow fairies dance
all frozen in time by mistral wind chants.
I'm jealous of the nights. Oh, so alone
wanting to spend it with someone I love
swept away in the darkness tenderly
loving me even with the light above.
I turn to sound of shuffling leaves. The door
irised open and tendrils of blue smoke
bands of warm magic made my skin tingle.
The Prince of my dreams came through, then I woke.
11/10/12017
Annabelle Albatross’s amazing aquatics astound audiences at Atlantic airshows.
Bill Beaver’s barrel-rolling barely bumps bobbing buoys.
Crustaceans crowd cramped coves. Charlie Crab cowers, camouflaged creatively.
Dennis Dolphin dives deeply dragging down desirable delicacies.
Elegant electric eels electrify everything. Edgar Eel eats extensively.
Fancy Fanny Flounder flaunts fluorescent fins.
Gigantic gems glisten, giving George Guppy giggles.
Henrietta Hippo holds hands harmoniously hugging Henry Hippo.
Isabella Ibis is inching inland. Infant Iris Ibex idles indoors.
Jeremiah Jellyfish jests joyfully. Juvenile jellyfish join Jeremiah.
Kibitzing Kingfishers keep kids kicking. Katy Kingfisher knits knickerbockers.
Luminescent ladybugs land lightly. Light-hearted, lily-white lizards lounge leisurely.
Many manatee move marvelously, making mini musical masterpieces.
Noone notices ninety needlefish nestled neatly near nets.
Oscar Octopus ogles Ophelia Octopus openly. Ophelia observes Oscar’s oddities.
Pretty Penny Platypus playfully poses.
Quirky Quincy Quail quickly quits quacking.
Racy Rhonda Rattlesnake ran races ‘round round racetracks.
Sassy Sammy Salamander snoozed silently, snorting sand.
Tarsiers traverse terribly tall trees trying to track tiny termites.
Unique umbrellabirds update unclear unicorns under umbrellas.
Voiceless vultures vacate very vivid vegetation.
Wally weasel watches walrus’s wade, wisely waiting.
Xena x-rayed Xyli Xenops.
Young Yuri Yak yelled “Yuck! Yogurt!”
Zombie zebras zip-lined, zealous zookeepers zig-zagged.
Started July, 1996
Finished Feb, 2018