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Hello good people here I am
A minor break in the action
Things are relatively back to normal
Almost to our satisfaction
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In this age of techie type gadgets
So dependant on a very thin line
Our heads must be thoroughly checked
We think this progress is the cat's meow
Till a link in the chain gets snapped
Then we're up the creek without a paddle
We're never prepared for this fact
Does “scary” take on a whole new meaning
Such a perilous journey we're on
Oh for those good ole days back then
When all that worried us was the bomb
So there you have it, my very good friends
Just a minor break in the action
Things are relatively back to normal
Well almost to our satisfaction
Live in the light of fine insight,
Apt the deep dream as foresight plays;
Voice in clear sight that lavish flight,
Ink words that stream such lavish days;
Succinct fond cheer can anchor well,
Heart and soul know a healthy feel.
Ask joy my dear to flavour tell,
Blessings now show a fragrant will;
Urge mind to think upon grand touch,
Nurture the gift to picture wealth;
Dance as you link verge brink as such,
Aim to uplift your precious health;
Now honours here with sanguine reach,
Choice mellows cheer in gainful niche,
Express most clear love that makes rich.
Leon Enriquez
18 October 2018
Singapore
What choice have we, who seek truth?
Our bellies never full of blood
shed by those who seek their righteous path.
Kings and conquerors rally our fears, spewing
slogans of falsehood our hearts know will
never bring
peace.
What choice have we, who seek truth?
Our bellies never full of promised
gold, arms that wish to link in brotherhood;
forever bound by our
side.
Forced are we, the peacemakers, to enshrine
the slavemakers of sorrow our hearts know;
will never bring peace.
I say to you, my fellow humans-
"follow your hearts"
and never rest, 'till peace is found.
03/20/16
The day you were born a glowing light shone on our world, you are the link that brought us all together.
With every cry, you made...you brought us back from the cold stormy weather, you broke the war of who's right or wrong and gave us all the will to move on…total happiness was born
We celebrated Christmas in the middle of August, the day you were born
Your grandmother cried, tears of joy
I felt I gave birth to my own child
Your mother was speechless when she saw your face
I don't think we understood what love was until the day you were born ...our miracle came in every smile you made. We all joined our hearts and hands together because you need us more that we needed to be right. You broke the silence that separated us, with just one smile
My beautiful niece...we all know you are the real blessing in our lives, the day you were born ...I love you…you are my child.
Frames of navy night sky sparkle, her glasses
Reminisce on stricter times, nineteen forty eight
A generation before Jimmy Hendrix liberation
Prior to gyrations from tight crotch crooner
Women without an inheritance would struggle
Menial jobs taken on, still society frowned upon
Independence, thus encouragement to link existed
Father substitutes sought out by sorrowful youth
Amusing imp, as quick to pout as to smile
Stirred strangely eroticism with simple antics
Erratic her dance, alluring her firey tantrums
Lost in wanting better love, engrossing plight
Instinct like that of wobbly Bambi stretches limbs
Sprinkled in Summer lawn abandon, carefree unfurl
Flicks tiny traumas aside, a childhood culpable
Absence aches in her chest like necessity
Little lady of burden smudges beasts with kohl
Sketches a future of picket fence flowers tall
Daddy provides sanctum her unheard heart calls for
Distance dissolves, eloined on island of illegal union
Bubblegum pop, impatience dressed in playsuit
Her fickle requirements are infantile outlines
Bumps in road don't dislodge her admiration
Grim portrait rebellion saved for another decade
23rd January
Such a romantic place on a beach in Monte Carlo
Simple little things in life catching one's breath
Moonlight glinting of waves breaking off a white sandy beach
Faraway thoughts brown eyes crying in an ocean dream song
Spell of romance makes one forget the sense of anything
Silent whispers echoes binding our chain together tides speak
Do you remember the white doves that followed us along the beaches
Each link in your arm magic walks closer feelings sing inside a joyous choir enchants
Nature nurtured by the desire to fulfill dreams makes time stop
Holds deep sea emotions a galloping white steed races home in warm waves kiss
The natures mesmerizing perfume of fragrant flowers
Where destiny paints the joy in butterflies dance on a warm loving breeze
Such is the passion in the depths of ones soul
Jewels needle vision flies without wings heaven sings in a spiral coloring rainbows
No barriers closed no reasons withstand
The midnight moon shades blue embraced one shadow two become one dream
A co write written by Liam Mcdaid
and Anne-Lise Andresen :) - 30.01.2015 -
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Another drag... inhale, exhale, inhale, lungs fill with toxic smoke
another sip... fire glides down her aching throat
another croaking whisper to the one beside, although aloof and remote.
She laughs in the face of sorrow, trying in vain to hide behind her eyes
the sound is an open coffin, a high hysterical
plea filled cry
I imagine she has children, and the sweetness of love since nothing less can cause such hurt
For what we care for most, are the very things
we just can't desert
As much as we yearn to dislocate, hide and finally
push self~destruct
We are bound with soul ties that true love feverishly constructs
Unable to throw off these chains
connecting soul to soul
We walk about as Marley's ghost,
each link taking a toll.
For the ties are conducive to nightmares or dreams of lost loves
Imprinted on our hearts and minds, never fully leaving us.
Whether your Love is unrequited, or Love that stays true
You create the spirits that will forever haunt you.
Anaya writes the greatest stanza
and she’s won many a bonanza
my link to her is broken
with PS I have spoken
It’s hard for me to understanza!
Every comment that I write
is always met without delight
desirous that she knows
my admiration flows
my lack of comment is no slight.
It’s been several months now
but on and on I will plow
I will never give up
I will keep trying, yup
PS may yet deliver the cow.
So Anaya if you read this
please know that I am not remiss
if ever I get through
and post a note to you
hope I get a hit, not a miss!
The dreaded message with which I am now so familiar:
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The Key
Ever have a day or moment you knew was
a milestone? A day you Felt as a person that
you had moved on? Today was that day for
me.
Fredy's apartment key was still on my car
keys. I brought them everywhere, even
though He died five years ago, We were
together eight years ago.
I just couldn't bare to remove them. To me,
it meant removing Him or somehow removin
his memory. A link.
The keys meant he had lived . Proof. Proof
I was part of his existence. And him, part
of mine. No matter how grim the end was. No matter the face I looked upon that day he was alive, no more. Me, in Love still.
Today, at the nursing home, I had a very
confused but grateful patient.
In fact, he reminded me a lot of my
grandfather.
Although very happy & in the moment, he
often worry about his lost house keys.
He was perseverating on his keys today,
again, unable to focus on anything else
during rehab. "My Keys!" he shouted,
"God, I had keys now I will have to buy
more!" It was all he focused on again and
again the whole hour.
Remembering my spare, I ran to my bag,
removing Freddys apartment key. Why
do I need this? I asked myself. These keys
, to me, mean nothing but death and
sadness. As I pulled the green top piece off
of them, I saw an anonymous key emerge.
The key that meant nothing to me, that
would help and anxious, lost and dying man.
After all, Fredy was beyond help. Now Fredy was gone. But, I could use these to help others. He would want me to. It's time I
realized that.
As I zipped the key into the old man's pocket
, his frown turned to a large smile
"Thank you you kind lady. You have eased my pain. Now I have my key. Now I am happy. I can get into my house and return
to my family." He smiled warmly, grabbing
my hand.
He slouched back in his wheelchair with
a smile, finally calm.
I knew that the patient would not go home.
But, why not ease a worried mind with this
key. The key that seems to be always
tormenting him. Perhaps, we are both the
same. Perhaps it is I who should thank
him. Thank him for relieving me of my
sadness.
Sent from my iPhone
(Dedication: For my grandson Axel Caleb)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dear curious child
Dare wonder wild
Grow well in truth
Let love set proof
Act with clear heart
Poise helps you start
Listen and learn
Grow and discern
Use your time well
Let your life tell
Go on your way
Grace guides each day
Dream bold and bright
Set your soul right
Dare to dream big
Enjoy life's figs
Joy dwells with ease
Hope tells of peace
Feel what you think
Forge a grand link
Be as the breeze
From sneeze to squeeze
Live faith and hope
Seize love's wise scope
Child of these times
Sketch your own rhymes
Be as a child
Run free and wild
Each end a start
For your life's art
Leon Enriquez
14 January 2019
Singapore