Long Manoeuvres Poems
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Newly cut grass
Fresh fragrance;
A scented dawn
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Plumeria sunrise
Yellow and red;
Abundance flowers
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Daylight springs
Sharp streams blazing;
No more darkness
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Strange winding path
Etchings of patient feet;
Lost round the bend
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Daybreak
Blurry eyes dart;
Suddenly aware
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Time and space greet
The morning sunrise;
Promising agenda
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Joy calls my name
In birdsong whispers;
A smile glides
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Coffee brew signals
Day time manoeuvres;
Awareness ingests
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Talk of weather
Dark clouds hover;
Umbrella panorama
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Morning deluge
Work day commotions;
Another day screams
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Zen garden stroll
Anchor mindful feelings;
Icy air draught
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Frangipani tree
Old and autumnal;
Mellow motions
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Traffic congestion
City bound people;
Precise distractions
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Somnolence lingers
Awareness seeps slowly;
Awakening blots
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Leon Enriquez
09 May 2015
Singapore
I was born into a war
I was born into a war
I Was born into this war
And I couldn’t even talk
I didn’t know how to walk
I hit the ground surviving
Heavy fire, Heavy losses
Broken will broken compass
On death ground
Death behind me
Death ahead of me
Surrounded No space to retreat
No way home
This is no way to live
Its no way to go
The enemy was within
No secrets no strategy
No manoeuvres No being clever
This is not go This is not chess
I am no Hannibal I am no Scipio
I am no Ceaser I no Napoleon
I am no general I am no emperor
I am no conqueror
I don’t make the decisions
Just obedience to violence
Mano a mano
Running low on ammo
Not a moment to breathe
Blood all over the camo
Screams and limbs flying
Bodies piling, blood is flowing
The flies are multiplying
The maggots are feasting
And its only just starting
what is certain
I will die here
I will die at the end
I don’t get to make it out ahead
I will be dead
I have not given up but I know the reaper
He’s a friend
I have seen him hugging my brothers
I have seen him show spite
I have seen him show mercy
he is the angel of destiny
Ordaining us to be saints
Or giving swords to be martyr’s
The pain is mounting
And I am out of cocaine
The medics are out of morphine
And its already too late for me
I am bleeding , badly wounded
Intestines are hanging
One arm is missing
I am being brave
But heart can only take me so far
Fighting to the end feeling woozy
I can’t hear a thing I think I am dying
I can’t just lay down and die
I can’t just lay down to die
I-can’t let them just win
I can’t just stop.
(Dedication: For my darling Ann)
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Plain looks simple
Subtle feels nice;
Ecstasy knows
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Touch of wonder
Curiosity sums;
Beauty illuminates
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Day unfurls
Simple grandeur;
Familiar feel
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Eyes dazzle
Kindness floods;
All is well
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Travels greet
Here at home;
Thousand journeys
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In haste and heat
Haze or clear skies;
Joy knows wonder
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Day zooms into night
Plumeria evenings;
Colourful hues delight
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After dinner September:
Just for two --
Duku fruit party
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Silver hairlines
Golden moments;
Picture portrait
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Here we sit
Side by side;
Joy enlightens
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Bedside chit-chat
Sleepy eyes sink;
Sweet dreams manoeuvres
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Eye to eye
Cheek to cheek;
Splendour sums
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How the years
Have brought us here;
Simply subtle
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Joy streams
Fullness of love;
Peace simmers well
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Ups and downs and ups
Cache of sweet dreams;
Prompting finesse
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Mystic magic
Mindful moments;
Merry moods
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Who knows heaven
In earthly form?
Hearts sculpts joy
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Leon Enriquez
17 September 2015
Singapore
Like sunshine on a cold Spring morning
deceiving our judgment and senses,
the rat manoeuvres through honest lives,
a Machiavellian villain before our eyes.
Sharp pain in our back can not be felt,
slowly we bleed unknowingly from
malicious acts assumed as mistakes
and poisonous words on metaphorical plates.
The gullible gobbling every last morsel
coaxed by the rodent kings charm,
others now treat us with utter contempt.
Realisation dawns slowly, this was all meant.
A great planner and chess game player
- a master manipulator,
this rat's moves to the winning check mate
eminate from the deepest bowels of dark hate.
Rubbishing others to his own gain,
convincing the blind he is the best,
while deadly charisma gnaws his path,
My fellow man I plead, watch out for this rats wrath.
Awakening the country from stupor,
we stop all military manoeuvres,
erasing racial hatred from our home,
that all human beings, fearlessly roam,
greening the earth, leading by example,
love of humanity, be our mantle,
focus on education and healthcare,
home for each soul, free from poverty snare,
whilst encouraging entrepreneurship,
finer soul uplifting arts, our flagship,
space and solar energy, our focus,
love our religion, along Gods locus
judicial reforms for trials made speedy,
food for the needy, jail for the greedy,
guns, drugs and prostitution all must go,
with our ethics built on love throb mellow,
mooting single world governance in peace,
weaponised such, that no foe we appease,
disaster management a focus zone
friendly with neighbours, faults quick to atone,
thus an iron fist in a velvet glove,
strong as lion, yet gentle like a dove.
09-February-2021
Written for ‘If I was president’ poetry contest
Sponsor: Matt Caliri
(22 lines, Syllabic rhyme)
I got myself into quite a pickle
when sitting my driving test,
My nerves were making me jumpy
but my instructor said just try your best
The examiner looked like Godzilla -
he didn’t try to put me at ease,
My mouth was as dry as the desert
and you could hear the knock of my knees
I proceed to perform some manoeuvres
my three point turn’s timed to perfection,
The examiner tells me to take the next left
I turn right - I’ve got no sense of direction!
He thuds his hand on the dashboard,
says I must execute an emergency stop,
So I hit the brakes when he tells me
and I just avoid hitting a cop!
I begin to drive along the highway
when a cyclist weaves and cuts me up,
I step on the gas and fly past him
quite determined to pass the young pup!
The examiner yells at me to slow down ...
I quickly sense that something’s not right,
There’s a stench drifting up from his trousers
perhaps he had a duff curry last night!
He says he passes wind when he’s stressed out
I open the windows before we get gassed,
He abandons me at the test centre -
for many reasons I don’t think I’ve passed!
2/19/20
salt drops upon green ashes when we lullaby for lives of grandma’s, mothers
grass still growing in thunder
where bending we plant some mint
breaking free from cage of conditioning
a sea of blue grass appears
verses, emotions, lamentations, directions
buildings in flames, people are marching
the ALL arching — unwinding
blue-green grass grows, waving
fevers of life washing away
hopes fly in spaces, meaning unknown
manœuvres, thanksgiving, we observe
create, leap as sun appears smiling
we unfill ourselves, unfill ourselves
grass still growing in thunder, waving
I sit in a mist
how is this to be, chlorophyll filling lungs ?
news tramping a quiet garden
pause, unfill, catch a chirp
grass just grows, waving ~
breaking free from cage of conditioning
unwinding ______
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Honorable Winner : Allpoetry: Rapid-Fire Free Verse : Theme ‘Grass’
April ‘26
[ Poet’s Note : Rapid-Fire Verse is a verse written on a particular theme, without left brain intervention, as much as possible. It is written within a few minutes, as right brain & nervous system interprets theme. This type of automatic writing allows a Poet to see how effectively the right brain has absorbed poetic technique. It moves one into whole brain functioning which is how the Ecstatics like Rumi & Kabir wrote. In my view, Rapid Verse is different to channelling, as it comes from inner direct experience, whereas channelling a poem often comes from another energy in another dimension. ]
A folktale
There is a small country sharing part of its border
to a giant country, both have been friends for
over 300 years during world war two they came
helped the small country to get rid of the enemy.
Then propaganda articles appeared in many papers
how bad the government in the big country was,
(Let us make it easy the small country we can call
Norway and big the country Russia) the Norwegian
took no notice, they visited Russia often to buy
vodka, cigarettes and other items that are expensive
in their little country; and some travelled to Moskva
which has a rich cultural heritage.
Then the Americans/NATO held a proxy war and
the American soldiers and tanks got in the way
of tour buses, needless to say, the soldiers were
confused that the people from the tiny country
we’re not afraid of the big bear this because of the
US combatants were victims of lying propaganda.
Well, the military nonsense ended their proxy war
the Norwegian continued to travel to Russia to do
their shopping and as always they were welcomed
and no one mentioned the silly manoeuvres by
the misguided military personnel were playing in the snow.
Masters of flight,
Marvel of sights
Flying in from all over Europe,
Asia, Africa and America
Hovering and performing sharp manoeuvres
With successful acrobatic flights
And their wings constantly changing shape
The flap of their wings,
The envy of aviators
Believe it! The airplane is no match for them
As they stay airborne through wind gusts, rain and snow
Flying without a map
Following no prescribed path
They come in their thousands
Beautifully dressed for dinner
Very distinguished with their white heads
And showy white tails
Feathers fanned out for braking as they land
Masters of flight
Marvel of sight
Majestic soaring eagles
Your memories, a perpetual stream of visitors.
Memories bursting with daring adventures.
Conquering the Kilimanjaro with an intimate artistic alliance.
Madness in the sky, a utter nutty experience of you flying a plane over the shore of Indian ocean,
extreme manoeuvres, you called it 'Top Gun Style'
with that, I said “shoot me down, I'm already dead”.
Traversing across a deserted island, detached from the world.
Stranded in the vast plains of Serengeti with a broken car and the unseen wild animals.
A taste of mystical wilderness of Africa, an insight to fragile life in a dangerous zone.
You drinking my share of Masai's ritual cattle blood drink,
vegetarianism was my lame excuse,
but you remained unconvinced
Exploring a volcanic mountain, never again toxic fumes fill my lungs.
Creation of life through our spiritual consortium,
where two lives emerged from me, carrying parts of you.
Climbing mountains with our offsprings with all the craziness of crying and yelling.
These eternal moments, I re-live on a quotidian in the sweet realm of my memories.
My soul honours our timeless connection, yet a temporary union of our presence.
Today in my heart, I carry your bestowed legacy of thrill seeking, adventurous, exciting, epic 'live in the moment.
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