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POIGNANT ECHOES
(Combo Verse Forms)**
Go with the flow, go with the mood;
Live what you know, live what feels good.
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Wind sifting
Bamboo vines sway;
Dawnlight bursting
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Love wears a style,
Zest works the glow;
Charm floods a smile,
Pulse primes the show.
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Listen
Empower
Enlightenment
Walking in the sure light
Now here
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Love
Live
Beauty
Pulsations
Bamboo in the wind
Rapture in sensational feel
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Becoming tints, being hurls poise;
Lovely lines surge, lively words fling;
Brilliant touch mint, crazy hint voice;
Purge of sure urge, choice feels the sting.
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Lines and lines dash,
Piles and piles clash!
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Salty sea spray, wind in my face;
Play primal pay, glimpse glowing grace;
Unknown this day, this abrupt space.
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Choice follows poise
Be of good cheer
No need to rush
Things happen
For a good reason
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Poignant feelings in sacred forfeit here;
Malingering maelstrom of crude satire;
Living and loving in precious good cheer.
Belief beyond the enlightenment fire;
Spur in sure feel of fanatical sire.
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Leon Enriquez
14 Apr 2014
Singapore
(Note: Combo Verse Forms** -- Sequence as follows:
1 Couplet, 2 Haiku, 3 Quatrain, 4 Cinqku,
5 Fibonacci, 6 Quatrain, 7 Couplet, 8 Rhyme 3-line,
9 Free Verse 5-line, and 10 Terza Rima fragment.)
Sweet moments
Wind howls angst;
Nobody home
Water fountain
Meeting point chat;
Malingering moments
Magazine print debris
Recycled collage;
Emergent art form
Bits and pieces
Visual imperfections;
Beyond patchwork
Tall lallang grass
Sharp blades cut;
Oozing blood chlorophyll
Weather park bench
Witness to people passing;
Message in the wind
Lake side pagoda
Willowy sun burst;
Stillness meditation
Train ride to nowhere
Staycation retreat;
Ordinary gladness
Wind on water
Murky mirror;
Pagoda dancing
Flash of insight
New wordplay arrives;
Muse on the move
Leon Enriquez
23 August 2014
Singapore
Mysterious displacement of matters where
Spring forgets like fumbling fingers in blossoms
arresting visions lingering colossal
~jewels rule pastimes
Then Summer entertains those withering loss
call a drummer accost this way in breaths pools
beached conch shells malingering orange descends
~warms young beater's suite
A lifting Fall of memories beset heaps
across retiring boughs release the neglect
obliged astir spiced slumbers of golden birds
~chop resounds a weigh
Jack Frost recalled when Winter stalled -- cold resolve
blue glacier iceberg Irish temperature
pleased those icy treats cool in rime or freeze in
~luck pulls north-south poles.
Toward Material Trappings
Gold and silver upholds
true value capitalist money tree
Thrown down upon gaunt
lit alter of Midas,
treasured as current sea
Countless denominations
cashiered legal tender to grant
Rich Midas, who straddles
diamond compound,
billed as sacred Kant
Tickles with dollar signs
motley foolish crue scrambling
towards drawbridge gate
Pedestrians malingering
hungry thirst
for wealth of nations to satiate
Inexorable appetite
for wanton money to amass
Fuels reverence
all that glitters even brass
Whence madding crowd
behaviour cruel and crass
Deplorable if perceived
from one-way looking glass
Fool hardiness to revere
what beast called money,
lucre, and green back
Can buy - sweeping across
World Wide Web
scarring globe on fast track
Toward accumulating
high excess lavish life harried style
parade with pomp
and swiftly tailored circumstances while
Ninety nine percent
of less wealthy live hand to mouth
Envying those billeted
behind sealed mansions
east, west, north and south
Except this dollar less chap,
who could not give a rat’s tush
For ka-ching melodic sound
twenty four seven that does swoosh
In burlap sack clothes
and bank accounts preferring
to slog and push
Along boulevard of broken dreams
that resembles nothing but mush
Yet preference prevails
foregoing attachment
to government sanctioned loot
Freeing mind and body trying
to cherish voluntary simplicity,
which does suit
This quest for knowledge seeking writer,
who disparages
tooting his own horn
Nor imposing personal philosophy
that gives reason exuberantly to exhale
Versus vacuity and purposelessness
sans, blind faith toward Holy Grail
Goading most people to persevere
for millions of bucks over hill and dale
Despite owning next to nothing,
yet detaching psychological
bond that doth choke
Ability to experience unfettered psyche
likened to oxen iron bound yoke!
Twilight gleams as its last, satiating stream falls
Malingering shadows cast their tepid tent over the sun's fiery cauls
Shadows recede; an eerie awning o'er earth's tenants slowly crawls
Darkness's bleary shroud o'er earth's canopy sprawls
Jaded sojourners scurry to their lighted halls; ballasted by their plastered walls
Nocturnal creatures emerge, echoing their long, doleful calls
The moon's, silver silhouette over the listless expanse sprawls
Its magnetic beams do fawning opposites attract; alternately, o'er vixen minds duplicity scrawls
Twinkling flood lights stream mystical portents; causing the wandering eye to pause
In the outer limits, each dilated orb in its own purview of the milky strand trawls
Distilled vapors disburse; earth's canopy enthralls
Frothy dew strokes the svelte canvas then wantonly withdraws
A blighting chill hovers over the stillness; fertile growth forestalls
I THINK THEREFORE I AM
"An ounce of hypocrisy is worth
a pound of ambition" --Michael Korda
Liberty...
This everyone's want--
stretching an autonomy to unbuckle self-discovery
I got mites and bugs living in my head--
infesting my mind. They... daring a chance
to worm my guts and electrify my peace.
They adulterate seeking ways to emerge
from claws of doubts to grains of trust.
My veil of grace they bite and bite
devouring me 'til I set to pursue my act.
Should I repulse...
then spread my wings to fly?
or should I be a little puppet--
controlled, slave to strings attached to me?
or I'd rather choose a mask--
my gamble to earn sympathy or popularity;
my weapon sheltering my luck;
my fall or my win?
Cogito ergo sum.
I think, therefore I am.
The mites and bugs in my skull blown
from shocks infused by my firing drive.
My cavalry of Modesty, brave to rise
face the furnace of battlegrounds.
Insincerity. Malingering. Pretension
are artillaries luring hypocrisy
but love, honesty and bravery:
the bombs I defy to conquer the trades.
If God is with me, who can be against me?
Standing like a Molave
rooted evergreen, ever strong.
My face bulletproof
to those who I believe wrong.
A standing soldier ready to offer her life
to fraud and tyranny.
I refuse to be fed on standing lies.
The harpoons of verity, I battling dart,
raining towards the barbaric boxes as they...
They are my lioness roar, my freedom and my soar
piercing the pumping heart of those who eat innocence,
I... dauntless!
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** I think therefore I am is said by Rene Descartes
Romans 8:31-- If God is with us, who can be against us?
O. E. Guillermo
10:43 pm, April 18, 2015
Beautiful Eyes
Yin and yang had resolved the conundrum of diametrically opposed promises
No longer one sided her receiving end glimpsed into the barrel of a shiny gun
Far from being a passive shooting star only her lop side held the heavy metal
One hand gently stroking the trigger the other one where the third eye would be
Was it her divisions that started the apocalypse of that pleasant oracle of intent
Or civil unrest’s cacophony transcribed by all the screaming voices in her head
How hollow are spiral’s suggestions when everything points one way only
It is only hysteria her usual neurotic malingering perpetual self harming way
But when kaleidoscopes of irresistible chaos painted holograms in her mind
She resolved third eyes were just metaphors and confusion the basis for change
2017
Her luxurious penthouse
is like a cocoon with plenty of pretty distractions,
so she keeps her door firmly closed,
because she prefers fantasy
over the handicap of reality.
Afraid of light,
her malingering mind,
keeps her hidden inside.
To shield her from the sun,
she won't open the curtains,
as she thinks it's certain,
her mechanisms may melt.
Shyness is her veiled excuse
to separate her from society,
But it's the anxiety, anxiety, anxiety!
Preferring to be an option,
rather than a priority
her caution from socialising,
breeds from the alarm bells,
set from abandonment,
betrayal and manipulation.
Trust is her terrorist.
People hunt like packs of wolves,
devouring her mind like a candy snack.
Fears of her heart are like an aeroplane,
shaking from a turbulent storm,
with her hopes forever crashing.
Trying to forget in a flash of courage,
she takes one step towards the door,
but the noises in her head become louder,
and Louder and LOUDER!!!!
repeating, Repeating, REPEATING!
Violent vibrations induce vertigo,
silent screams screw with her sanity,
struggling to breathe, feeling like
air is being sucked out of her lungs,
she vomits, collapsing to the floor.
Nothing can take off the 'edge',
the therapists do not work.
There she remains in her internal prison,
away from her eternal nightmares.
Safe in her sanctuary,
from engagement with stranger's eyes.
Like a chocolate bar
in her shiny wrapper,
that looks so sweet
but feels so darkly bitter.
The only ounce of energy I'll be expending today
is having picked up a pen to scrawl these lines...
"I have declared this to be Dolce Far Niente Day."
Enjoying the sweet life, doing nothing by design.
I'll be spending time as I desire lazing in a chaise,
pretending I'm vacationing in the hills of Tuscany
whose orchards are heavy with grapes I must praise
for the mellow flavor of the fine wine offered me.
I will indulge myself enjoying their sweet bouquet,
malingering while listening to Chopin's Polonaise.
It's my intent to hold an annual Dole Far Niente Day
and have it last 'til stars ignite the night sky ablaze.
I will enjoy pampering myself with nothing more to do
but gaze on the clear blue waters of the Ligurian Sea.
Nothing will be hampering my idle nor twist it askew,
for I'll pay no heed to misgivings while in this reverie.
No more writing for I've taken good measure this day.
Pool waters are calling me, where I'll float peacefully
as twilight darkens. I'll take pleasure as I gently sway
in a hammock, content to stare at the moon dreamily.
Once, sweet, unassuming persona so demure
Morphing into arrogant, calculating figure
Dexterous curves dancing like marionette
Now wilting shroud; prancing silhouette
Full, rounded cheeks with rosy shadow
Devolved into sunken crevasses with hue so sallow
Full, lustrous lips distilling frothy, sweet nectar
Transformed into dull, recessive spouts brimming with tar
From twinkling eyes stardust did flow
Now only flittering sawdust doth strew
Your warm, sensual fingers did titillate
Now dry, brittle tendrils do stagnate
Sparkling, coiffed hair with gilded braids
Became disheveled bristles with dulling shades
Soft, entrancing words did enrapture
Now dull, discordant notes obscure