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Premium Member Panorama

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


Premium Member Tropic Fantasy

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
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Poignant Echoes

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.)
Form: Verse

Civil War Battlefield: Cry of the Fallen

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
war
Form: Monorhyme

Bleary Autumn Day At Cape Hatteras

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
Form: Rhyme


Malingering Love

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
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Beautiful Eyes

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

Relinquishing Emotional Fixations

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!

Premium Member It's Open Season

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.

Premium Member Dolce Far Niente

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.
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

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