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I’ll drop verses on a sensitive subject.
Reflecting on an issue we can inspect.
That painful topic is domestic violence.
Showing not just in victim body dents.
Many times there’s no sign of the beating.
Like when stopping a partner from eating.
Or controlling their actions through fear.
Who mask the torture and wipe the tear.
By threatening a spouse to dominate.
Confusing the reality of love and hate.
By using children as pawns in the game.
Victim is a scapegoat, always to blame.
Blows can be swung and not returned.
Bruises are hidden but safety is burned.
Tricks to conceal the daily hell are played.
So an organization years ago was made.
For helping those hurt with info and tools.
Since this topic is rarely taught in schools.
Providing aid and resources to survive.
Restoring abused dignity so they thrive.
So take some time to call the support line.
Or click the links after this rhyme of mine.
Take advantage of this great free system.
To begin healing from harm done by them.
The National Resource Center of Domestic Violence.
Has a website thats helps victims sitting on the fence.
So if these verses make you ready to engage.
Come check out the NRCDV.org page.
Sea of a form of Love,
formed of chemical
offspring of the deep,
pairing event, triggered to emotional release or equivalency.
Pops up like a romantic mystery
of awakened beauty
sleep of miracle, ability
that has it's own kiss alarm and timing of
when it leaks,
or thinks, you need
a revisiting.
Stored as treasure, that
sings of entranced ledger,
paper,
ink,
key drawing of doors of your identity.
Plugged in reserve of lifeline cable of stores,
broadcasts UrHtz radio signalling
your soul's more more encore encore.
To rerun as a Premiere snapshot in movie of an
intrinsic shiver-dance
of links of a core programming.
Not by chance but design of emotions,
connections
to every single damned thing.
Reflects reflections mirror of mystery direction by necromancy- electrode- brewery as Frankenstein
muckery
in the making a living creature,
rune sealed Mummy,
of take that feeds.
Pipe Dreams
Though I have a woman’s heart; it pounds with
dragon’s fire. Curled about the core of self,
I have lain in wait for Asia with claw, and horn.
Linked-locks and keys have spined beneath my hand
upon the tourist’s rails of China’s Great Wall where
builder’s bones rattle for redress upon the wind.
It is not China’s Long but Ryu ’s heart which pounds.
This was no place, no place for me.
Paper boats zhezhi have blessed my dreams. The
Divine Wind eases my way across a sea of longing
to Nippon. My two-chambered
heart can have but one loyalty—
I say no to the soldiers,
strident in beige and red—
Senkaku’s waves buoy me.
Buddhist temples waver mirage-like in
a gray-white haze of frankincense, the scent
of ever after, lays about me.
For links of love and family, are stronger,
than those of coercion and the gun—I will
island shelter—refine remnants—separate myself
from clay become porcelain—
beneath tori arches; I walk.
A stream in Kyoto
a bronze statue of a ballerina
dancing on point
within a circle
of gnats—
First Published in the Spring of 2017 by Illumen
Vibrant Energy Shining Through
(by Michelle Lynn LeBlanc 02/07/2022)
* In memory of my son, Jayden Donald LeBlanc *
Determined to find ways to live, smile and process my way through
Some days I ask myself what's wrong with me
Then something happens again that triggers deep grieving of you
This process is not always as simple as some of us might think
Everyone's process is so different
Even though I struggle to find the missing links
Sometimes these moments sneak up and take me by surprise
Often I don't even see them coming
Especially if I'm in a block, as I compartmentalize
It could be something as simple as can be
Not stuff I might consider would open up this well
But then, all of a sudden the tears just stream out of me
This past Sunday, your lovely girlfriend came to visit in winter's cold
She brought your light and warmth into this home
Made me laugh and brought refreshment to my soul
Especially when she decided to play outside in 2 feet of snow
With nothing but the socks on her feet
While we all laughed and watched her glow
Her personality so much like yours, full of vibrancy and fun
It was a sight just to watch her
Lively, full of energy and definitely the most talkative one
Other sweet friends of yours were there with us that night too
We all played games and had some girl time
And, of course, shared some fun memories of you
But the most important thing that was left with me that night
Was to see you live through your sweet Clara
When she never even realized she was emanating your light
She was my sonshine, even though all we could see were stars
All of us girls laughed and shared on that night
About just how many similarities between the two of you there are
That night will always remain a big memory deep within my heart
Because you were right there among us
Your Vibrant Energy Shining Through her from the start!!
I learned, this morning, that my Grandmère’s tiny,
designer tote is a ferriday bag.
Mary, Mary, are you worried?
What does your browser know?
Your clicks, your likes
your secret midnight swipes,
are those things others should know?
What about the things you buy,
the posts you read, your favorite feeds,
the secrets you type, then backspace zap,
are tracked, like the buttons you tap.
Your ephemeral searches, the links you try,
uneraseable, without the reasons why.
It stores your trail, reads your mail,
with ever watchful digital eyes.
Mary, Mary, have a cookie.
What does your cell phone track?
The trips you plan, the maps you scan,
your location with accuracy GPS,
friends you text, the songs you select.
The news you read for ‘free,’
the streams you prefer to see.
Our gadgets know our rhythms
and feed the hungry algorithms
which sell our interests bit by bit,
and tweak the clever, coded rules
that predictively model your moves
before they’re consciously known to you
pushing that valeable data to Internet databases.
Mary, Mary, quite uneasy, what do your gadgets do?
they connect you to the world and the world to you,
They tease and seduce you but they also pimp you.
Those apps - with your permission - watch and listen
to things you say, people you know and places you go.
.
.
Songs for this:
Cookie by NewJeans
Private Eyes - the bird and the bee
ferriday bags - block WiFi, Bluetooth, cellular, and RFID
It's not too late
To write and share
Your journey fate
To show you care
A plain good write
Can make things clear
As words you cite
Frame thoughts that cheer
For in your tale
True quest works plain
A decent sale
Of simple gain
A memoir here
Can tell and touch
The heart with cheer
To feel as much
So spend some time
To think and feel
Of yarns and chimes
That hurl goodwill
Sense mellow years
Pass much too quick
For us my dear
To choose and pick
So dare to pen
The thoughts you think
As best you can
To forge close links
Leon Enriquez
19 May 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT
Timendi causa est nescire (Ignorance is the cause of fear).
– Seneca
About two thousand years ago,
when Quintilianus said it
(at least, that’s who gets the credit),
his paradigm was apropos:
the words “Vestis Virum Reddit.”
Garbed in leather, silks, and cotton,
emperors took his words to heart
(at least, they tried to look the part).
While rags for the misbegotten
kept wealth and hoi polloi apart.
Latin lessons soon forgotten
as kingdoms rose and kingdoms fell.
The rich get rich, the poor rebel
all through the Middle Ages rotten,
and the Enlightenment as well.
The New World spawned a tyrant king,
who would rule The Divided States,
fomenting fears with false dictates.
He'd boast that he knew everything,
a claim the test of time negates.
Galumphing loud he’d hit the links,
while flashing flaming orange hair,
and a most massive derriere.
His minions thought it ugly stinks,
but if he knew he didn’t care.
Sometimes he’d putt without his clothes,
few dared tell him he’s forgetful --
those who tried were soon regretful.
For it’s the truth that he most loathes,
and Media makes him fretful.
What is the measure of a man
who walks naked from his tower
while his Party members cower?
Has no patriot in his clan
the spine to speak truth to power?
When pictures in the Press were viewed,
“Fake news!” he’d claim. “This I decree.
I wear fine clothes, as you can see.”
Blame hubris? Blame ineptitude?
Let’s let the judge be history.
So, let us speak of history,
to the feckless that forget it
the words “Vestis Virum Reddit.”
Let truth be not a mystery --
give Quintilianus credit!
February 2022
"Latin Lessons" Poetry Contest sponsored by Margarita Lillico
Diverse masks I face on each day in hell,
locked within this bone-borne scaffolding;
where once two full lips had screamed farewell,
now, sound's denied without the balm of rocking.
I'm beset, no way to run from the gore,
malformed with want, no orifice to moan;
had I culled another form to explore;
I'd not be trussed within these links of bone.
Suits of skin of white, black, and yellow, worn
were thought the rage in life, and yet abhorred,
each sack the other envied and so; they warred.
Too late now for these bones to implore
sanity and peace. But next time, I'll be
I think, a well-loved cat, freed from greed.
Dante's Inferno
“THROUGH me you pass into the city of woe:
Through me you pass into eternal pain:
Through me among the people lost for aye.
Justice the founder of my fabric moved:
To rear me was the task of Power divine,
Supremest Wisdom, and primeval Love.
Before me things create were none, save things
Eternal, and eternal I endure.
All hope abandon, ye who enter here.”
In shadows cast on lands afar or near,
A dance of spheres in silence, stark and clear.
Though veiled from some, the cosmic play proceeds,
Unfolding vast, beyond our earthly deeds.
To those who stand beneath the darkened sky,
A truth revealed to the beholder's eye.
A moment brief, yet etched within the soul,
A glimpse of cosmos playing out its role.
In alignment rare, a lesson taught of links,
Of sun and moon in perfect size and hints.
A symbol of the paths that intertwine,
Our lives, the stars, in grand design align.
This arc of shadow tracing Earth's caress,
Mirrors the arcs our own journeys trace.
Though paths diverge, and destinies may part,
A cosmic bond unites each beating heart.
For on four-eight, in twenty twenty-four,
The sun and moon, in dance forevermore,
Remind us of the constant ebb and flow,
The arcs we chart, the truths we come to know.
In every life, an eclipse hidden, seen,
A reminder of the spaces in between.
Though time may pass and shadows fall and fade,
The light returns, a new path is laid.
So let us watch the heavens as they move,
And find in them a rhythm, beat, and groove.
For in the dance of shadows and of light,
We see the arc of life, so vast and bright.
The experience came fast
As streams flooded my soul
I had thought of an encounter coming
But slowly slowly it walked away from my worldview
Time is such a tiny vehicle
Driving life away from plan
I least expected streams to vomit water like a sinking body
The experience came prepared
Forming river links in my soul
Even in my dream
Rivers keep running after me
I could see ornaments coming along too
I lost fishes to the running splash
Fishes i had feed with the sand of life
Life is so vegetative in the pond
And fishes are interspersed among grasses
The experience came wild
Along with rain to share a particular relationship with time
Today
A beautiful sun is set above us
Giving us a flourishing light
As cassava stems
Stand looking gracious
I believe the last face of the sky
Gives hope in abundance
Today is faithful with us
And it's close to the end of everything