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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
I catch myself with thoughts of us
standing by the shore
Feeling so content with life
and never wanting more
Battles of our former lives
grow distantly behind
With gentle waves
of tranquil peace
as all that's left to find
I look into those crystal eyes
of tropic ocean blue
Finding myself thankful
I could have this time with you
Then you smile as if you know
exactly how I'm feeling
Seems as though I just can't hide
the words I've been concealing
When you reach your hand for mine
in such a tender way
Soon our fingers intertwine
as if they're there to stay
Slowly you lean in to me
and sweetly beg a kiss
Then we share a moment
I would rather die than miss
With lips so soft we gently touch
and I can't help but smile
Every tear I've cried to here
It's made it all worth while
Floating on the ocean breeze
we linger in the feeling
Sensing how the magic
licks the wounds that we've been healing
Then we begin to walk along
malingering around
Feeling sand between our toes
and ten feet off the ground
Soon the time will bring about
the setting of the sun
When we begin an evening
where the Sparks have just begun
Watching how the firelight
glows dancing in your eyes
'neath the twinkling stars
across our moonlit tropic skies
As if a spell were slowly cast
that ended in surrender
Our evening would be spent
enjoying all of passions splendor
I lay awake and think about us
laying on the shore
Tangled in each others arms
and never wanting more
Should my tropic fantasy
soon be a dream come true
I'll know your love was real for me
as mine was real for you
-Jeannie Minor
POIGNANT ECHOES
(Combo Verse Forms)**
Go with the flow, go with the mood;
Live what you know, live what feels good.
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --
Wind sifting
Bamboo vines sway;
Dawnlight bursting
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --
Love wears a style,
Zest works the glow;
Charm floods a smile,
Pulse primes the show.
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --
Listen
Empower
Enlightenment
Walking in the sure light
Now here
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --
Love
Live
Beauty
Pulsations
Bamboo in the wind
Rapture in sensational feel
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --
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.
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --
Lines and lines dash,
Piles and piles clash!
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --
Salty sea spray, wind in my face;
Play primal pay, glimpse glowing grace;
Unknown this day, this abrupt space.
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --
Choice follows poise
Be of good cheer
No need to rush
Things happen
For a good reason
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --
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.
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --
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.)
Rigors of weary battle long abated
The haze and smoke linger; the
fallen obfuscated
Ignominiously deposited; in death's
unseemly clutches graded
Gradually emanating from the
debacles' debris taut, ghastly forms
emaciated
Battle's residual fodder on spent
ground masqueraded
With the accoutrement's of nature
and nurture now attenuated
Unrequited carcases posthumously
paraded
Only the malingering sun palls the
hulls now jaded
At dusk, dark shadows girdle the
remnants of slaughter dated
Anon, with the eery sounds of
bewitching night serenaded
Death's awning a patchwork of
gleaming stars cascaded
By bleary, mortal shadows in
quilted tents shaded
Waiting for morn's truce, their valor
with honor to be equated
Standing 'neath rocky vestige on Hatteras Cape
Overhead, sky's billowy caverns offer cerebral escape
Proffering delusions of grandeur in every size, shape
A ventilated ocean of blue; visions of bliss at which to
gape
Yet mind firmly planted in gravity's brace
Earthy ambitions wandering eye doth embrace
Nature's rhythms around beating heart do drape
Cluttered ridges enveloped by Crape Myrtle's sallowing
serape
Dark clouds swoon over the ridges, panoramic view
efface
Malingering light house hovers o'er the shadowy terrace
An angry ocean rises and then tumbles at rocky base
Cool, frothy ocean mist curdles my exposed nape
Cresting waves pound shoals; weary feet do chase
Swirling wind hurdles stinging needles at weathered face
Screaming sea gulls serenade, then with strafing swoops
menace
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
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
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!
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.
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.