Long Leaven Poems
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15th's Crystal, My Dream Tryst Pal!
Due to our friends Michelle & Yedidia,
Hos V' Shalom, My rough shell didn't get Rid o' Yah!
Braving her high dive, Echoing catastrophe,
Barbara cared! Leaven n' Grit, for me a Pasta Trophy,
Together we dared, I also shook in my boots,
Vets o' domestic strife, yet Emunah in Jewish roots,
Me the sincere Ger, she the Ba'alus Teshuva, fixed,
Anomalies o' Families shared, We like Cholent mixed,
Now in Quarantine Serene o' Corona Virus,
Bananagram companions, Not letting virus Try Us,
Listen! Hear the birds singing? Tweeting n' Agreeing!
Our 15th renewal also each Hearing n' Seeing,
I wonder "Why me?" Ataxia, an ugly swan but Crystal,
That Hashem blessed us together is amazingly Mystical!
Nothing is happier than knowing our existence
We are born with a purpose
Life isn't here for nothing
Life is shared like a leaven bread.
Nothing is happier than knowing the right person
Knowing is like swimming the ocean floor
Excavating the ground for ore
Connecting someone for happiness.
Nothing is happier than knowing yourself
Knowing is like looking glass self
Showcasing skills and talents to all
Knowing to love and to be loved.
Nothing is more happier than knowing God
Acknowledging that everything we have are all His
We came from dust and dust we go back
All life, beauty and affluence all because of Him.
Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades are there now,
These anterdiluvian giants,
The empires,
The first is around the old empire Roman,
In Europe, a tiger named Shere Khan,
Fashion warps the bodies of humans,
Else, Pharisees - the wasps seduce Byzantium and Russia,
A shady lodge in Protestant countries,
Conspiracy dungeon,
A femme fatale,
Joseph, the brother,
The exterior court against Christian vineyards,
The army,
The tsunami,
Almost a world war,
My icon stops, not a trump card,
Like the "French Grand Monarch",
Monte Cristo count,
Forerunner and precursor Ivanhoe knight,
With the Pope of the third secret of Fatima,
Enoch and Elijah,
Two little ones against these giants with their own cults,
Three heads of bipolar Goliath,
Daughters of the nations sleep with these different types of arrogance,
To lie,
Become the mermaids of Charibdis and Scylla:
Adah and Zillah,
Lamech's wives,
To kill is their pride,
The Pharisaic leaven makes these giants grow for Ahab,
His kitchen garden,
Cain weeds in reality as a stamp,
Triple beastliness in alien farms,
Fallen stars,
On flags around the Virgin Ark,
Fires and arms in hands with Iscariot Judas,
Finally, these dwarfs against the Light,
That Light shines in the darkness,
Why do the nations rage, and the peoples plot in vain?!
He was not hungry, but, he knew the hunger of each soul.
He knew, many were physically and mentally ill.
The liberation of each soul from their bonds was his goal.
In him, the poor and the downtrodden felt an unknown thrill.
Caste, colour, and creed differences couldn't touch his shadow.
The leaven of the Pharisees couldn't enliven him.
Dining with the socially rejected was not just a show.
He harmoniously relinked the earth's broken rhythm.
The lowly found in him father, mother, brother, and friend
At his touch, Levi felt his sins were being washed away.
The censures of the scribes, as sewage streams, had no end.
Could they, yet, keep him away from his compassionate way?
Those who could not cure diseases, kindled them for the poor.
It's in Jesus, for their illnesses, the poor found their cure.
Speak softly now
Let words endow
Poise beyond how
Speak of good cheer
As pain flings fear
In morbid spheres
Speak with calm poise
Despite the noise
To usher choice
Speak truth you see
And let things be
In play that frees
Speak with fond wit
To leaven fit
With strange odd bits
Speak wisely clear
As love draws near
A voice that spears
Speak of bold sight
That comes with light
In rainbow sight
Speak profound pace
In time and space
As ideas grace
Speak of grand good
In vibrant moods
Of lovely woods
Speak of swift flow
Of things you know
As stillness shows
Speak wise and true
Of truth that cues
Love that funds dues
Leon Enriquez
03 June 2017
Singapore
I had told you long, long ago
That I can be no genius;
Still, you never wanted to know
Why I had to say it thus.
Such a grinding sense of regret
Haunts me often, pretty often;
Be it at sunrise or at sunset,
My Manna becomes Leaven.
Well, I know; yes, I do know
That nothing can be true here;
When it tolls, I must go;
None can ever, ever endear.
This toy house pains too much;
What was I made for?
There’s the final freezing touch
That causes my pallor.
It seems easy to see the others;
Grinding is its experience;
All such ‘sisters’ and such ‘brothers’—
None is given any lenience.
Then I was a little child,
When my grandpa left me;
He looked pretty and too mild;
Is this called destiny?
Then, one day, I came to know
My granny would depart as well;
Death is freezing just as snow;
It gives no chance something to tell.
Now, I have to guard my parents;
Please, leave me not alone;
You two are my prettiest presents
That I have ever known.
I swear that I would remain calm;
O Mom, O Dad, I promise;
Please, no more remain so mum;
I need your gentle kiss.
If I could be given a chance,
I would keep you forever;
I would sing and I would prance;
I would flow on like a river.
Am I so little? Am I so little?
Why can’t I still win against demise?
I pledge I won’t remain brittle;
Can’t I your lives optimise?
If everything is so untrue,
Why then do I survive here?
Mom and Dad, I need solely you;
You can drive away my fear.
I promise, Mom; I promise, Dad;
I will become a good girl indeed;
Death is heartless; he is too bad;
You are the only ones I need.
I had told you both long ago,
“How can I be a genius?”
Still, you never wanted to know
Why I had to say it thus.
V- Valued above and beyond any mortal I know.
A- All her hopes and dreams are centered on God.
L- Like leaven, she finds a way to rise to the top.
E- Enter her home and find God's love being served.
N- No one is left hungry, nor is anyone left behind.
T- Time and again, her home has been opened to the homeless.
I- I have witnessed the fruits of her labors of love for 50 years.
N- None dare call her ways frivolous nor her works unfruitful.
E- Every beat of her heart longs for the pleasure of God's Presence.
011823PSCtest, Valentine Poetry Contest. Mystic Rose Rose. 4P
Harpsichord in heaven?
Cubic or spherical?
Bread, O baker? Leaven.
Just flicker as you fall...
Dancing lights apace in space?
Watch them in her face.
Ghost, vanish without a trace!
Gold, case, carapace!
Desert floor in winter?
No more than one inch, snow.
Shredder, got a splinter?
Tormented, O my foe.
Panels, dance about the night!
Sparks in porcelain!
Falcon, gather wind in flight!
How we'll meet again...
Yellow eyed priest, bid the feast!
Shepherd, are ye fleeced?
Squire, page, are the wheels a-greased?
Only if they're pieced.
Connect, O my fibers!
Build high the city walls!
If they're born to jibe, sirs;
They're bound for taking falls.
Tyrant of the borderland?
Show them how we stand!
Crush them in thy hardest hand!
Order countermand!
Silence in the place of whole?
Remotely control.
Ye gods, what is mortal soul?
Golden light a-bowl.
Serving the Lord demands complete trust in the Saviour,
… testing total obedience
What matters most is our faith, coupled with patience and resilience.
We must seek His presence, not just stirred in our own confidence
Let’s abound in God’s work* with earnest dependence!
Ministering is both for God's glory and honour,
…while it is people-oriented
What matters most is our response as spiritually prompted.
We must be divinely-led, not foolishly blinded
Let’s abound in God’s work as to Him we’re fully yielded!
Stewardship pursuits call for fervent involvement,
…being blessing-laden
What matters most is our willingness to carry the burden.
We must be a help to the needy, not a hindrance as a leaven
Let’s abound in God’s work, leading others to go to heaven!
Being a servant of the Lord is challenging indeed,
…at the same time rewarding
What matters most is our attitude in toiling and giving.
We must thank Christ for our calling, not complaining and regretting
Let’s abound in God’s work, counting the cost while faithfully laboring!
Following the Master asks for consecration,
…along promises' fullness
What matters most is our genuine humility and meekness.
We must be submissive to His will, not upheld by self-righteousness
Let’s abound in God’s work, surrendered to His life-building business!
Staying in the work of the Lord is filled with commitments,
…and it also brings satisfaction
What matters most is our pure heart and honest intention
We must be motivated by God’s love, not by personal ambition
Let’s abound in God’s work, pleasing Him with our faith’s dedication!
Laboring in the kingdom of the Lord offers privileges bountirfully,
…yet requiring sacrifices
What matters most is how we go through the right process.
We must grow in grace, not waste chances in our servant’s experiences
Let’s abound in God’s work, eternally enriched midst temporal losses!
*1Corinthians 15:58 "Therefore, my beloved brethren, be ye stedfast, unmoveable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, forasmuch as ye know that your labour is not in vain in the Lord."
February 3, 2019
If it were to be foe, I could bear it; He was my friend;
Why should he betray me? In public that too; at the end;
I kept him aside like a bone separated from meat,
Avoided the rarest of places where our shadows might meet...!
Public bus burning case of nineteen seventy seven,
Had peculiar facts and fancies fermenting like leaven;
My sister and brother-in-law had engulfed by fire,
Leaving their only son survived of all dangers dead-dire...!
Those survived, like the escapees of great Titanic wreck,
Claimed for compensations; wherein my nephew, little speck;
With me, as his advocate sought his mother's ornaments,
To give him as right of inheritance and sentiments...!
My friend, defendant, established as though it's an urchin's,
No doubt, our relation, like drought-cracked earth, got deterrence;
I worked hard to look-after my nephew; to make him great,
He's an entrepreneur now; I felt, I had won my fate...!
I wanted to know, why my friend did it for me; for what?
You are always for your nephew - he said- who is for that...
Friendship should be understood as loving service he said,
I understood; cried and embraced him; all differences shred...!
Could I call this forgiveness, yet? No. This, indeed, is love.
Has loving my friend, any limit? Love comes from above;
Giving and taking and supposed agape has its limit,
Doesn't forgiveness of less forgiven cross all summit...?
03 July 2022
Forgiveness Poetry Contest
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