Long Ligament Poems
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Time slips away
In a brisk flow,
Ooze of nine days
Where writes don't show.
A spinal pain
From a wound old,
Comes yet again
As hurt unfolds.
A pain so deep
As backache sheers,
To disturb sleep
In moments clear.
A fatal step
In awkward turn,
Can set pain trap
In jerky churn.
So much pain hurls
In spinal cord,
A stabbing curl
In sure record.
TCM touch
Has brought healing,
Body as such
With heart willing.
The cure is slow
As trunk repairs,
Day by day grow
A health gains flair.
Time wears a poise
Where mind finds peace,
By profound choice
A new-found ease.
Words now come round
To tell most brief,
Healing now grounds
A silent grief.
Pain travels well
In body whole,
For hurts can tell
Of spacious soul.
Here by this chair
In posture firm,
I sit with flair
As words affirm.
Leon Enriquez
14 October 2018
Singapore
(Note: TCM means Traditional Chinese Medicine
which includes acupuncture, heat treatment, and
bone-setting alignment, as well as herbal medicine
and herbal plaster to alleviate pain and enhance
healing of body injury such as spinal bone and
muscle or ligament injury or misalignment.)
Lines reign rectangular beyond widely
sombre dour density of inhabitants
Living rendered responsible behind wisely
secure doors definitely insure us
Neighbours harbour unfamiliar stories
Measureless textures hold untapped instruction
Sectioned protected fences forbode inquiry
Composite dismissed in driveway's reflection
Stranger to Earth's purposeful cycle
Continuum of plenty and scarcity
Cup overflows with options available
Convenience success declares to be
Money making matrix of tyranny
directs development's doctrine devours
Cataclysmic quick fix erect a thousand
nature inhibiting pattern of houses
Maze Ministers administer complacency
Tempered treacle assertions anethetise
Placated patients injected with necessity
Propel dominance of capitalism's rise
Studious city sews a hem pressed wide
Insidious greed knows a slow demise
Commodities local harvest would provide
Remote industry manoeuvre bulk supplies
Creek dipped reaching tree to residents listens
Combined myriad of incessant insects minuscule
Comical tousles, tasks of a toiling existence
Trials surmounted gain victories incremental
Environmentally in tune communities
easily trade effort borne resources
Trust, patience, guidance received
Compassion's fountain pours importance
Muscle of masses hinge bones as ligaments
Harvesting knowledge of fecundity's longevity
Endurance and learning with strength intersect
Woven contribution formulates society's liberty
Brahms pushes a piano into my ear.
I hear the stool creak as he sits.
He does not introduce the music,
he expects me to remember it,
know it, eat it.
He lights up a Havana,
clarinet and violin cough
inside a woody cochlear.
Viola takes hold
of a long nostalgic ligament
loosening a stirrup bone.
Bearded old Brahms
shifts from one large butt cheek
to another,
chords shudder
the music trans-locates us
as we share the lingering hint
of Bratwurst
on his nicotine stained fingers.
Not being musically trained
I am grateful
to accompany a cello and viola
on a kazoo
shaped like a nose.
JERKS OF JEALOUSY
Two thick n' lovely friends, friends forever type
Ugly poverty had its brutal curse on both of them
Thick n' thin of life, equally did they share...
Both good at sports, budding athletes of their locality
New contest announced, In prize-trophy, sports shoe !
Both took up challenge, preparation on in full-swing...
Motivation n' moral boost-up, coach and the trainee, both were for both!
Arrived the D- day - One lost , One won!!
This is the point where story takes a U-turn..
One who lost got jealous, best moments till date
dissolved and diluted.
Wicked jealousy corroded his mind like sulphuric acid...
In fit of jealousy burnt he the shoes won by his own dear friend...
Another contest declared in neighbouring town, winner friend said,
I won't partake due to ligament tear.. but buddy you have to win this time
The new shoes I won, you wear and keep it as my gift all yours!
Good luck my friend he patted and left, still unaware
about shoes' fate which he had kept safe in chest.
© Anulaxmi Nayak, 2015
Roses are red, violets are blue, pain in my sleep, sick like the flu. Double down on the love, can we have less hate? Everyone spread, everyone initiate.
Play the role of the sun, shine and influence everyone. Too much hate to come by, let’s sing a woodstock lullaby. If everyone took a second to stop and smell the fresh air, the negative hate wouldn’t be everywhere.
Look at the faces, the beautiful pigment, color everywhere on every ligament. Respect and peace is all society needs, to thrive and flourish not be bleak.
No more bombs, threats, or guns, take time to learn and love everyone. Violence spreads quicker than a wild fire, just a please and thank you is all I desire.
Smell the roses and execute the negative, smell the violets don’t be repetitive. Repressed feelings and emotions, let them out and let them flood like the ocean.
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Flowers and plants have language, they speak to us in different ways, they come in many shapes and forms, and they will meet with you just before Dawn.
They have smells that can be traced back to the thirteenth century; you can hear the world speaking through them and you can see the ligament standing up in them.
They bring light to the troubled world and keep your mind from going astray. Beautiful flowers will make your day and build your courage in practical ways.
I walked on the corridor of time to examine what is really mine, and I saw them standing tentatively in line, they were waiting for a hand shake and a passionate embrace.
I saw them running up and down the street screaming and shouting out my name as if they want to drive me insane but I stood up to it all and resist the external brawl.
It wasn’t hard to understand what was propagating on the land a bunch of bandits unfit for office, form a subsidiary group to deviate from the truth; I observed it carefully, and listened to it attentively.
A piece of paradise left on earth kept staring at me from the dirt. I gazed at it every day, least my mind goes astray. I could feel the energy radiating from it and the love that was attached to it, it moves slowly on a plane and mesmerizes my heart when I feel ashamed.
I got it for a gift and since then my mind was affixed to it. Chastity or love? Abstinence or the dove, sexuality or infidelity? You will understand when you reach full maturity.
I have stood up to all of them and weathered through many storms. I walked through the flood and stood up to the blood.
My motto is longevity, resistance and endurance, my strength is unmatched and my spirit cannot be stopped.
I can survive in any environment for a considerable period of time. I can live in the desert and need little rain but when it comes, I enjoy it just the same.
My cactus and I will always be alive and we will be there to expose all the lies; flowers have meaning that can be so revealing. The fabric in the sea is searching for you and me.
Having taught GCSE’s, A-level’s and degrees,
Sue switched to primary teaching with a PGCE,
And won the Yorkshire/Lincs Sportsperson twice,
Was given the MBE for her services to charity.
She’s a patron of Rainbow House, disabled kids,
Which offers them conducive education, trying,
And she organises fundraisers for cancer research,
Along with encouraging sports games by coaching.
Sue has attended every Paralympics since 2000,
And at the Commonwealth Games in 2002, 2006,
Won two gold medals in the Women’s EAD Singles,
Where she did not panic, tense up or get into a fix.
Originally as a child, she played as able-bodied,
But her Ehlers Danlos muscle, ligament disease,
Meant that Sue used a wheelchair from age 17,
And her debut was the Euros in 1998, a release.
By 2005 she was the European Champion, gold -
Sue had won silver in 2003 as a pregnant lady,
Gold in 2013 at the Bayreuth Open in Germany,
And she took a bronze in the Europeans heady.
At Vejle in Denmark, 2015, she won the bronze,
In the team class 4-5, and at Lignano’s Master,
She won a bronze for the same event, the team,
But Sue won another bronze for the singes caster.
She just missed out on a podium finish in Rio,
She comes from Dodworth, Barnsley, S Yorkshire,
She was born on the 19th day of August in 1972,
And trains in Barnsley. She’s a mum of two, on fire.
You stare at it from the outside wondering what is on the inside
You read the forward and the acknowledgement, the first and last page and leave out the devil’s details; it has been sitting on the shelf for more than six years and you have been watching it every day; you go to the bookstore and you open the door and fasten your eyes on the front cover and back cover but you never attempt to read what is on the inside of the book.
You have conference call over it, town hall and city hall debate and
You tell the governor to ban it without reading the content, as if perfection can take you to heaven and when the weary travelers are bored and have nothing take to read on the shore, the only book that is on the shelf is the book that you have never read.
I have been writing all my life, and I have made numerous sacrifice to get these words on the page, I have been to places that you cannot see and I have dined with people with various degree to compose the story for the book so I challenge you to take a good look.
There are days when the sun did not shine and the wilderness was mine, there were days when water flood around my space and the wind pound the trees and disrupt my dreams and when the hurricane made landfall, I was there to witness it all; the words were trembling on my lips and my story was the perfect uplift. I could feel every muscles and ligament when the pain ripped through my vain and destiny made its claim, all that I could do was to sit back and float in the heavenly plains.
I write books that have never been sold, I write stories that has never been told, I write poems that have never been read and I have master designs stacked up in my head. This is my only bread so remove the impediment so that my family can be fed.
There are books that must be read go and get some new books today.
As you know, dear one
I border emotions that perhaps are an enigma to you
You look up to me at times with the highest respect
When you and I both know we are leveled
I dedicate to you a speech above the most precious jewels
My words surely don’t climb among or above the highness of great
But I can tell you straight—I am proud of my feelings
I am proud to have you here on earth with me
You know, when I wrote those words, joyous bells began to ring
I heard them in harmony, for they agreed
Indeed, I had the council of music in meeting
And we all averred that you are a part of me—a rare ligament that I truly cherish
For years you have devoted yourself
Fearing that someday I may leave your side
Oh my sweet, beloved friend—how I have!
I do not wish to degrade you—forgive me!
Allow me to further explain
I have left many times from the comfort of your embraces
Blinded by the enigmatic pangs I so desperately conceal
But these moments of solitude allow me to candidly feel
And as I have said—I am proud of my feelings
For they have led me straight to the epiphanies I shall now reveal:
I saw you amongst the wild horses—amid the paragon of temperament
Their nostrils flared at a presence; like confused soldiers, their eyes darted about
I was crazed into fear that I would be founded out
In meadows near from grasp of humanity
You fled but kept me in eyesight
Wondering and wandering—nearly touching the brink of my world
The bells drew you near—for they were apples to your eye
My laughter reached the highest height
You knew that I was not jeering you
I was delighted by your phantasmagoric magnificence!
The majority grazed on
But your dreams were meant for me to hold
At least only for a little while
For in the bells of laughter and music we were one
Cantering all the more closer to the sun
We felt not the burn, but the warmth of friendship
As life flew on in its graces and disgraces
We drew ever nearer
And soon—as was inevitable—
We felt the sear
As you were familiar with them, you took it like a god
And longed—from me—to take it
Instead I concealed the flame
Because the tame are accustomed
To chastisement, fear and incentive