Long Lymph Poems
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Dawn flings
A brand new light,
Joy sings
Of awesome sights
Wake up
To a new day
Fill cup
With happy play
Seize cheer
In sacred woods
Right here
Love tastes so good
Feel breeze
In windy touch
Fine squeeze
That tells so much
Sun glow
Brings lovely heat
Day shows
A lively treat
Sense truth
In floral tints
Glimpse proof
As true love mints
Birds sing
A glorious hymn
Tides bring
Wise flow of lymph
Pray then
With heart and soul
Just when
Love makes you whole
Give thanks
For blessings dear
No rank
Can bolster cheer
In time
Grand flavours surge
True chimes
Emerge to urge
Wise ways
Inspire fond dreams
Fine day
For fun to stream
Leon Enriquez
28 July 2017
Singapore
"I am feeling it." He said.
He meant his age. As I watched
I saw a vision…
Out from the cuttlefish bones of his breast
grime coughed up and dribbled.
I saw his heart stutter, the vapid flutter,
watched his lungs belch and utter
like a broken bladder.
A horseman on a creaking steed
raised its hoary head
and pointed an ancient ladle
speaking thus -
"Stir me belly lad," it said,
"spoon me sticky sump,
dole globs of lymph from here to there.
Me grease is dumpy and lumpy.
Me hip-bones crunch
while me dingle wilts and dangles.
Me ears is gummy lad,
I've gone to the bad.”
The specter faded.
The old guy smiles, rubs his thin hair.
"I also see it sometimes," he says,
"that liver-spotted ghost
that chains me to an even older vision
of you."
“I am feeling it.” He said.
He meant his age, and as I watched
I saw a vision of him…
Ribs broke away
from the cuttlefish bone of his breast
opening outward in a rueful grin.
I saw his heart stuttering over a word.
I watched his lungs tussling
with a bladder of vapor.
I saw a horseman on a creaking steed
raise its hoary head
and point an ancient ladle
at a long-winded windmill.
“Stir my belly lad,” it said.
“spoon out my sump,
dole globs of lymph from here to there.
My oil is vapid, my hip-bones hang
like tree tusks over a wilting groin.
Each ear is a pot
for mulch and millipedes”.
The specter fades.
He smiles, rubs his thin hair.
“I also see it sometimes’” he says,
“this liver-spotted ghost
that chains me
to you.”
Refered to the hospital
Though Via my gp
When up on arrival
Now starting to worry
Suspected growth or cyst
Hopping it is not the big C
Refered to throat specialist
Also had fine needle biopsy
Something l did not anticipate
Back and fourth ,numuros scans
But l supose now that my fate
Then rests in their hands
Hoping l was for a diagnosis
What are chances of survival
Should l start my bucket list
What if it is though terminal
Now it seems l still await
The results of needle test
And my emotional state
It seems at this time a mess
Not making any future plans
Anything to put my mind at rest
Then l am told very swollen glands
An infected lymph node
never have guessed
Written febuary 2014 horrible time was really ill very scary time
Almighty Eternal God
I had a lump on my neck for a couple of years
Seen a doctor and told me it can be a cancer if I don’t remove it
I’m pregnant and the problem is I cannot have surgery while pregnant
The father of my baby left me because of my decision to have an abortion
The neck surgery was immediately scheduled
I was diagnosed with medullary thyroid cancer
that had already spread to surrounding lymph nodes
I had more surgery and radioactive iodine treatments that year
Until there was finally no trace of the disease
Without the choice to have an abortion
I may not have survived
You told the curly Blonde baby angel
“Tell the priest that the babies are safe in Heaven
You want to give us women chance ]on the left ear] choice [on the right ear] to save ourselves
Abortion is incredibly a hard decision
The decision I have not regretted a day in my life
I greatly thank You for Your forgiveness
For having wide wisdom in my state of life
Please continue giving me a strongest faith
Fortitude to have strength and be courageous
Perseverance in taking care the rest of my life in Fr. Christ name. Amen.
06102020
In the sameness of a day.
Reaching to far can lose your way.
In one blink of the future lost.
You learn the devastating cost.
You pick yourself up off the floor.
Not knowing what is now in store.
The give and take has come to roost.
The devils game has now been loosed.
The shades of dreams begin to change.
And yet somehow joyfully strange.
The avenue's have become narrow.
As hope seems lost deep in the marrow.
You do your best to meet the test.
As you play your cards close to the vest.
Not knowing what the dealer dealt.
And not quite sure just what you felt.
Sometimes it's not easily clear.
Of what I say and what you hear.
There's reasons why things stay obscure.
While waiting if there is a cure.
You count your blessings like never before.
While also knowing you can't keep score.
In the game of life it's how you play.
With no account if you go or stay.
Eight months ago I had the ladder go out from under me on the basement stairs and I had an awful fall. In pursuing doctoring, I had labs that came back with a high psa level of over 100. Anything over 4 is time to check things out. I was referred to urology and had a prostate biopsy that indicated stage 4 metastatic prostate cancer which had gotten into the bone and a little bit in the lymph system. I have done 6 chemo treatments and am presently in a 3 month recovery period before my next labs and oncology consult. I just wanted to give some insight to the verses in this poem. Cancer is not something I like to tell people I have, but felt it would bring some viable sense to the poem.
Letters congeal, to words.
Words anneal to sentences,
which tell a story,
painted as images,
imagined in the mind's eye,
trying to emulate what
the eye sees briefly,
on the see-saw.
A glint of sunlight,
caught slanted and sharp
on windowpane reflected,
stabbed in pain
with shad of glass.
The edges of a leaf
curl up, roll inward.
Rust-red throws of dying,
shriveling in sun, drying.
A flash of white
a bird's wing,
cutting the sky blue,
with knife
slash streak.
A thin line of snaky smoke
curls up from the lakeside,
as syrupy ripples
caress the still water,
the breeze dozes momentarily,
distracted, quelled asleep
by calmness and quietude.
Leaves shiver,
as dawn wind awakens
with a yawn, cough and sigh.
The leaf's veins and blade
tremble, dew silvered
readying for the vane fight ahead.
A cat, frozen mid-step,
paws paused, on hold,
its yellow eyes
locked frozen with yours,
neither dares to move.
Raindrops one and all,
fall, spit, splat on windowpane
painting tiny sparkling reflections,
before the scene is overdubbed
with rivulets descending
gathering drops in flows
of colorless lymph leaching.
The eyes and mind catch it all:
snap-shot fragments,
images and thoughts,
scenery and words,
held for a moment,
in a blink or two
in the mind's eye,
for perception,
contemplation,
then gone.
There is a plan that's hard to see,
By and by I learn to discern,
Sculpt as I can form and beauty.
I uncover what I must learn,
Discover rhymes when reason sleeps,
Here recover truth that I yearn.
Now space and time can feel so deep,
Truth can seem blur and thought so thin,
I find new chimes and come to grips.
Proof can cast slurs that slaps cold lymph,
I explore plots that forge a way,
Words can slant blur with outs and ins.
Emerge from pure thought in profound play,
Heart and soul spot a timeless sight,
Spirit inspires lot to wing each day.
Here trapped in thought we forsake light,
A path we take leads to a cell,
Each layered lot forfeits plain sight.
Man strives to make yet casts a spell,
Each soul's dark night brings madness deep,
Expose the fake and live quest well.
Walk to the light and end soul sleep,
Guardian angel comes forth to greet,
Look to clear sight to smile not weep.
Guardian angel: dear pathway star,
Help me each day to sense what's right,
Let love tangle with heart ajar.
Teach me to play with precious sight,
Let joy fit say to mould not mar,
Each moment's stay to feel delight.
Teach me to pray as I trek far,
Angel most dear let love live here,
Each night and day, a radiant star.
Let peace and cheer bless heart sincere,
May light and dark be twins that show,
Let love draw near to purge all fear.
Let soul fire spark in spirit glow,
Move sound heart free to see sure grace,
Love lights the dark as splendour grows.
Let true beauty spawn truth in place,
Let peace of mind now reveal ploys,
Angel I see your charming face.
I seek and find in hidden joys
My guardian kind in fond employ.
Leon Enriquez
17 Mar 2014
Singapore
Regression Whispers
ancient almond wild stood still
stark in dark forest through which
moved determination
a quick tobacco roll
cold beer
AK the companion
whispers in jungian depths
puffed from psyche
fumes of struggle, lymph
floated across eyeballs
camp was porridge, malaria, madness
heart opened a tendril
a shudder of brilliant focus
how far was freedom ?
and what was it ?
this mission to unshackle
shame or ignorance or land
outer triangles inner
the quick smoke tormented
logistic management or cavalla
trudge along, single file
whispers of ape to shoot
could not stop hunger’s choke
a single sinew of animal flesh
soldier with ape, with crescent moon
staring down, heavens cried
somehow Rahu appeared
no crows cawed
not a single lone dragonfly
just mosquitos, a taruntula
scurry from heavy leather boot
immune systems build
armours of steel
ape, black-brown mammal
its life for brothers, sisters
whispers float the dark
animal eye integrated human eye
souls unite
before blood, shadowy shudders
a single tear rolled down
night-drenched cheek
she settled for mopane
worms as they built a fire
for an ape braai
no lamentation
~~~~~~
footnote : braai :
South African word
for barbecue
Military Industrial Complex out to enslave the masses/
Save your asses from these genocidal, dangerous facists/
They’re releasing gaseous anthrax to take breath outta me/
Our Social Security Numbers are used for their death lottery/
The Bermuda Triangle is a training zone used to sink your ships/
Satellites equipped with death rays at the illumanti’s fingertips/
Mandatory brainwashing techniques used to baffle vets/
Coded messages with the withheld thirty letters of the alphabet/
Biparty electoral system to disguise true dictatorship/
Hitler alive and well and in charge of ‘Project Paperclip’/
Freemasons blast at the ozone layer with fatal contaminants/
Preparing the atmosphere for the coming of alien inhabitants/
Race of supermen nourished by Roswell’s special consumption/
Induction to secret society through extraterrestrial abduction/
Production of mass destruction is at the heart of industry/
Tracking devices in our teeth through the art of dentistry/
Nano technological implants inserted in our lymph nodes/
Knowing our position through twenty dollar bar strip codes/
Satan’s army convenes in a pentagram shaped Aryan facility/
West Nile used to test mosquitoes’ disease carrying ability/
Medical teams with tainted vaccines swirl death over a nation/
This elite squad of assassins is the World Health Organization/
Testing AIDS and Ebola viruses on unwitting third world subjects/
With unheard success, perfect murders with no unfurled suspects/
Don’t look at me like that! I’m not paranoid! Take heed I say!/
One out of ten emcees on this board really work for the C.I.A/
They’re all around us and their true intention’s malevolent/
Inspecting the internet searching for the dissenting element/
Video games aren’t irrelevant. Here evil is really resident/
Look how fast they silence me if I say ‘Kill the Pres..
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