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We come and go in realms of light
Where love funds flow of inner flight;
Remember me and love will stay
Warm and cozy each blessed day.
Wear a bright smile and you will see
Or feel a while our days of glee;
Keep going on with your life's quest
Here and beyond living your best.
I go ahead to pave the way
To purge all dread and wait each day;
When your time comes to leave this earth
Love's touching psalm will sketch new birth.
Purge all your fears and don't be sad
For darling dear better be glad;
You made happy my fond delight
As two hearts free lived lovely flights.
Do not let pain distress your quest
For soon again we'll meet with zest;
Keep your heart true to travel light
For love's an art that treasures sight.
Leon Enriquez
31 May 2017
Singapore
Have you done enough
so far, to build
an everlasting legacy?
How would you like
to be remembered?
How do you think...
people will remember you...
years, decades
after you've gone to glory?
A century from now?
Do you think folks will
smile and say...
"God bless that gem of a soul!"
when they reflect?
Or do you think...
they'll spit out in disgust
and curse your name?
How much impact
do you think you've made
on people with whom
you've shared
pieces of yourself?
Do you really know?
Most importantly,
have you lived a life
worth remembering?
Take a moment...
to cogitate.
Food For Thought Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One (Winner: 3rd Place)
Date written and posted: 01/04/2019
Behind caution tape, I stand in the shade
watching a wrecking ball, tethered to sway
And soon with a gasp from the crowd standing by
A piece of the past is ready to die
I am seeing a lifetime, as it falls to the ground
the old tenement house, on Avery Street
For years it was home, to folks across town
Rarely do people now straddle it's shores
Where the root-buckled sidewalks lead up to the doors
And feet skipped over the cracks, with swift daily chores
All the chalked hopscotch lines have since washed away
along with laughter and the gold of the day
Summertime colors have withered and fled
Into bruised, battered bricks, of memories bled
Now, forsaken, this dethroned queen
With broken limbs and shattered eyes
of shards of glass, and broken lives
Still haunt the northwest wing
Thick layers of dust, cover the limpid leaves
of an old silk rose, within a vase
and reminds the gloom of dime store trips
when the passing lives, that used to be
were alive with simple certainty
A curtain, torn, hangs by a thread
and shivers, laced within the wind
A haven, built, of brick and clay
Defaced, disgraced, red-brick decay
Each story told, each life it held
Now crumbles with each stone, once laid
There were some who still remember, well
The ones who lived above the rim
By whom you could set the clock
By footsteps walked on wooden stairs
Who made this place a home
Now far away, the gossips say
"Their health had failed, such hell to pay
For now it seems to live each day
Someone has to tell them...
When to eat, when to dress and when to bathe"
People had watched them come and go
It was always with hand in hand...
Their music was heard between the cracks
Mozart, Bach, Glenn Miller bands
They had lived here forty years or more
Or so the legend goes....
No one really knows for sure, but know it was for years...
But now a flower in a vase
Is covered dust to dust
The lights turned off, no sigh, no trace...
with windows black, and lyrics lost
The wave that came, went back to sea
Like the hopes that fade away
Tomorrow's dreams have come and gone
to leave a winter's song
And is the only thing that holds the years
From waning into none....
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In the quiet morning light, for the first
time, I truly gazed into the mirror,
What I saw was unrecognisable,
I must confess I was close to it but
had to draw closer still,
I was surprised to see a jigsaw of
times past.
Once a canvas, unmarked,
Now wrinkles, each a story of lessons
learnt and experiences lived,
Fine lines depict laughter, joy and
worry,
Scars show battles fought and love lost,
Spots show signs of neglect.
The colours in a once shiny black crown,
Changed to threads of silver and
reddish-brown,
Eyes once full of dreams now reflect
the wisdom of life’s true realities,
And smiling lips have somehow
lost their smile.
I told myself that I was half asleep,
so I rubbed my eyes and washed my
face,
Then made sure all the lights were on,
and looked in the mirror again,
Time’s gentle hand had left its trace,
I was taken aback and childishly asked
the mirror to explain.
In the silence of wonder, I saw the
truth in my reflection, a weathered
face,
As the seasons came and went they
laid shadows on the terrain,
Showing a journey where youth and
wisdom blend,
Gently, I touch each line on the surface.
Each jigsaw piece I cherish, so let the
years gather,
To the beauty of ageing, with gratitude
and grace, I embrace my refrain.
By Zyrool
Darkness
In a quiet room the darkness encircles all
The slightest of shadows seemly abounds
Your eyes grappling to focus wherewithal
You become attuned to all the subtle sounds
Within the shadows lurk your deepest fears
In childhood memories of forgotten tales
Once again fearsome efficiencies appears
In your imagination, within all gruesome details
Deep within the psyche of the blackest hearts
There is this darkness where hate controls
Somehow hurt turning into anger imparts
Buried deep within their tortured souls
Perhaps that they not know the harm that they do
When consumed by only hate in their tortured souls
Controlled by past events they have lived through
Deep seated anger and hate takes many tolls
Darkness takes on form in many strange ways
Be it the void of all light, in a black, lonely space
Or the blackest of souls, of all those that betrays
Darkness can change into light within a loving grace
In the sea that I float in
I wonder about where
The limits of consciousness lie
Sometimes, I believe they sparkle
In my dreams, set
In a world not yet discovered by the rest
Of my peers who are too tired to keep afloat
And who have not had any shine of mercy
Thrust upon them
At other times, I believe they vociferate
In that which my material self can perceive;
My duties, my enemies, my toils, my inspiration
And of course,
My interests in a world which shall remain immaterial!
But then, everything around us is troubled
In that we are all confused
About the essence of our own origin
And about the meaning of our purpose
We understand not from where our blood
Gets its reddish colour
And we keep studying ancient sculptures
Drawn on the remnants of lost societies
To try to perceive,
Something, if anything
About ourselves!
So, our consciousness then weighs itself
Against mercy,
Thrust upon us by that power so subtle
That our human eyes would burn
If we were to merely glimpse at it from afar
And thus,
It decides
As to what it wishes us to hold on to,
Whether it be a simple life lived by following
The pulls of our own senses
Or it be by letting ourselves be driven
By an awakened mind
All set and ready to set foot
In a world fairer,
Someday, at some time
Which we shall not choose for ourselves!
When money guides the needs of man
the wise withdraw to where they can
look closely at just what they need
although it's true you must succeed
in feeding family and provide
the things that keep us all alive.
When things look bleak and fall apart
look deep for what is in your heart,
don't let your worries grind you down
or even let them make you frown.
Just bare your soul for all to see,
a winner you will always be.
Whenever money's race is run
I just continue having fun,
for when you've lived as long as me
important things have changed you see,
they're not the things that you can buy
but those you carry when you die.
Ivor G Davies
Immortal lines of loss, immortal lines of tears,
lives lived already, swallowed up by the sad years;
Childhood and adulthood anointed by heaven,
and baptized by hell's fallen, demonic children.
In the world of the privileged and few, alone
have I worshiped and prayed in Church, embraced by none:
and recognized in solitude that (for me) life
means isolation, anguish, and depressing strife.
Lord! As thou art now, I'd sooner be God in making;
and free myself from this unfathomable heartbreaking,
this searing of my soul (this burning of my mind)
beyond the pain till there's almost nothing left behind!
On the cold highway of this life I cruise, alone
with no end of the line in sight but the unknown;
for life starts with a dream, and ends in a nightmare:
blessed are these few (they live, then die, ne'er being aware).
Amazon mist and rainy mornings green as the day God made them
dropping from a moist sky full of even grays and sheltering light
peaceful music playing from the spheres of a dense forest dream
we are little humans in a big big giant cave, .... the rain
Pitter patter drops on thirsty tree in a world that is evened once again
sheets of rain fall from my window and I click click click and glean
a slow memory of old, photographs of mom and dad inside the garden
we were small and happily drinking in the scene .... the rain
Sentinel watches from soldiering evergreens I lived there before
the white washed walls of peace and the age old chanterelle danced
as the raindrops settle in my soul, I compose a poem about downpour
Petrichor scents permeate my living space as I listen to ... the rain
Rainsticks and drums Native chants and Pagan dreams of old I remember
Lady Gianne and her healing chants, how she lifted her face to the winds
"Heal me now and make me whole" * " Bring peace and love forevermore"
As nature creates pathways to equity, the rain loves US, .... the rain
Our pain runs deep and is always there like a shadow
We hold onto the bad memories and cannot let go
There’s no solution and we look for a miracle from above
Why can’t we forgive and just love
I’m broken hearted when our break up was bestowed
I love you buy I can only see us at the end of the road
Our words and actions left an un-healing scar
We tried to get across but it was a bridge to far
We tried to let water pass under it
But we both knew it was time to move on and quit
I’m broken hearted when our break up was bestowed
I love you buy I can only see us at the end of the road
We should have lived the truth but reveled in the lie
We thought it would last forever but now there’s only goodbye
Both of us are defeated I the war we did rage
So lets open another book and turn to another page
I’m broken hearted when our break up was bestowed
I love you buy I can only see us at the end of the road