Long Mellow Poems
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Love lights
Blooms bright
Hope hues
Craft cues
Faith frees
Soul sees
Set stage
Red rage
Briskly booze
Orange ooze
Bullish bet
Yellow yet
Mull maze
Green gaze
Still sight
Blue bright
Tasty tribe
Violet vibes
Bloom brave
White waves
Nude noise
Pink poise
Mellow make
Turquoise take
Thrill thirst
Brown burst
Sublime say
Purple play
Tough think
Beige brink
Strong shout
Black bout
Mind mints
Taste tints
Heart heals
Spice spills
Taste thrills
Wit wills
Zest zooms
Rich rooms
Leon Enriquez
28 July 2018
Singapore
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"The Non-Competitive Kind"#
Journey Journal
KNOWING
By Leon Enriquez
You know the feeling
A deep kind of knowing
A true feel of being
A certain kind showing
Knowing can now tease
A flamboyant life lease
A panache of taut ease
A flavour of plush peace
~~~~~~~~~
Heed if you can bind
A primal peace of mind
A sensuous poise that grinds
A profound touch you find
Seed the idea well
A piquant precious tell
A sanguine rustic spell
A mellow thought that dwells
~~~~~~~~~
Knowing that you know
A vibrant voice vets flow
A steady surplus show
A lavish love lifts glow
Sense a sight of proof
A deeper surreal truth
A fancy frame that roofs
A still dance in a groove
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Feel that mystic cheer
A zest that clusters near
A zeal that fields good cheer
A rainbow that draws near
Glimpse in moments still
A blessing of goodwill
A gentle touch that heals
A pulse of deeper feel
~~~~~~~~~
Here the still point turns
A dance that swirls and churns
A feisty soul that burns
A fleeting feel returns
Poise of simple things
A charming voice that sings
A hundred complex flings
A posture of lost springs
~~~~~~~~~
Whiskey for the road
A toast beyond life loads
A tryst with choice that goads
A prince in guise of toad
Wonder wears a face
A splendour of good grace
A wandering in space
A grandeur of fine trace
~~~~~~~~~
To see in that look
A sensuous breath that hooks
A blessing in a book
A tryst by that old brook
Here with austere feel
A loving-kindness heals
A sparkling touch that thrills
A guiding of goodwill
~~~~~~~~~
Here in passage fine
A message in the wine
A saline stock of brine
A wellness in a mine
Now here with good cheer
A meeting that seeds clear
A voice that thus endears
A sacred space right here
~~~~~~~~~
Watch that movie show
A feisty fleeting flow
A journey quest you know
A feeling impulse grow
Trust true love right here
A poignant pleasure cheers
A profound treasure dear
A primal passion steers
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
27 December 2024
Singapore
Somebody help me, I don't understand
Why people are so damn up tight
Not like we're gonna be around forever
To age ninety or a hundred we might
Our society needs to mellow out
Our tickers weren't meant for this stress
The average lifespan of a healthy male
Could be quite a bit longer, my guess
Times we're living in is surely a factor
The pace of life is astounding
We no sooner marry and raise a family
When into old age we go bounding
Guess I kinda rushed you through life
Didn't mean to dampen your dreams
But oh for the laid back days of the past
Or at least that's how they seemed
© Jack Ellison 2013
Panting, running, paying, fuming,
Bumping, swearing, hurrying, driving,
All because today is the thirty first
Of the month, why are we all nigh to burst!
Got to buy groceries, go the butcher
The dry cleaners, the florist, the baker,
Did i turn on the slow cooker?
Have guests coming at 8.00p.m still
On the road, home in 15 minutes – phone Will,
Darling, Did you collect the birthday cake,
There is a big accident, traffic hectic won’t make
It to pick it up – Yes sweetheart I have
Drive carefully the roads are crazy,
Looks like a storm brewing, weather drizzly and hazy.
As I arrive in our driveway it pours with rain,
And I drop a packet, which had the red wine, I stain
My clothes and the car seat, go have your shower,
Hubby says, relax, everything is under control,
Turned shower taps to their full strength and power
Exhausted, let the water run over my naked body
Till I feel refreshed, get dressed in my
Sexy black number,
And come downstairs, hubby gives me a wolf whistle,
Just wait till the guests leave he says, look at him
From under my lashes!
The aroma wafting from the stove is
Provocatively divine!
And next to the sofa is a glass of room
Temperature red wine.
Table is set, arrange flowers I brought in a vase,
Immediately, the bell goes ding dong,
It’s Cherry and Tim,
She couldn’t wait to show me her engagement ring,
Hot on their heels are Susan and Barry,
He has just asked Susan to him marry,
And last of all my twin sister Rina, arrives she’s wise,
With her new boyfriend in tow she bellows, Hi guys!
Fun was had and wine was drunk
Laughter abounded in the lounge and dining room,
We all forgot how tired we were and
It was end of the month, and all the media forecasted,
Was doom and gloom!
It was my birthday, turning forty, no turning back now,
Don’t regret a day of my life, bless the day I took my vow,
Happy birthday dear Mary, happy Birthday to you,
I felt blest had my hubby and sister present and select
Friends but few,
Mellow and happy and with certainly no one drunk,
Just four happy couples full of zest and funk!
Our guests began departing, in twos they left,
I slipped of my shoes and gave a big yawn,
Will picked me up, and must have undressed
Me – for all I remember is waking up to a peck
On my cheek,
And a scrumptious breakfast in bed,
I always knew I had picked the right guy to wed!
If I could live in a perfect world
where nothing would be strange
and nothing would be spoiled,
Could that be easy to arrange?
If my house were built upside down
and I entered from the roof,
I would be a perfectly happy clown
but you would think I'm a goof.
The eye of perfection to me
may not be what you condone,
but I would find happiness
if ice cream came in a larger cone.
I think it would be 'toadly' riveting
if frogs hunted us for our legs
and humans would start ribbitting
when in our coffee we found dregs.
My perfect world would be mellow
if I painted it with my brush
I could make the oceans yellow
and on me all guys would have a crush.
Perfection! It's like beauty to the eye
of anyone who wants to behold.
All you need to do to give it a try
is allow your imagination to be bold.
2/12/16
Your voice is a traditional broken flute,
Music from a time gone by,
And the music your voice sings to me,
Leaves me asking why,
Is your beauty a thing that’s broken down,
A painted on tear drop,
Why is your life a complete story,
With a tear as its full stop,
When all I see, feel, taste and hear,
Is magic from your song,
From the dark to gentle to mellow and soft,
Your music makes me strong,
I love the beauty that’s in your broken,
I love your tender torn apart,
I love your beautiful broken flute,
You’re music to my heart.
Written February 1st, 2018, not for a contest, but feel this may fit Silent One's "Romantic" Contest
Placed in first position
Mary was the poetess
who loved handsome Franco,
the tall Neapolitan orchestra leader;
and in Naples they met:
at The Galleria Umberto,
under the surveillance of my father...
Mary was barely eigtheen,
and writing was her only passion;
even her big, hazel eyes were
as light as the Tyrannean Sea in summer,
somehow too melanchonic as a fading moon,
which longed more for a friend than a lover!
Her first song was recorded in Milan, with a brilliant
production of composer Angelo Camis;
that song became quite popular in Capo D'Istria,
and in all the booth-shaped Italian Peninsula!
Ermanna Melli from the city of Forli was the artist
with that mellow, sensual and expressive voice!
" What's this desire? " a delicate and spontaneous love song,
captured a large audience, both young and old...
it was a song telling of the emotions of a young heart too naive,
falling in love with someone much older that she was, indeed;
and it made many people cry, perhaps recalling the time
they fell for someone as special and gorgeous as Mary's dream guy!
Mary, your song still plays on the airwaves of that radio station and although
you no longer sing it in the manner of a famous virtuoso: the visions
of your past life become too real as you performed it by surprise;
it is the jewel you left on earth for us to remember you by,
and it immesely dazzles like every rainbow in the Capri's sky...
when an unknown tenor improvises his impassioned aria with an absolute sorrow!
Mary was the poetess who dedicted her time
writing about love, but never found it in reality;
she was my oldest sister inspiring me with her creativity!
Mary had the potential of becoming great and shine,
but the tides turned abruptly and fate wasn't kind:
even today, her fearless voice comes alive through her poetry!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
I believe the things I feel, and
not what is seen nor heard.
Those funny little tickles that buzz
around the ears, while making one feel mellow.
What is it that makes one doubt; what is seen, as if
by magic it flys about, disappearing like day from night.
And, what you hear, is it really true? Or just some melody
made up for you.
Believe in your heart and hope with your head, that all will be
right, by the time it turns night.
For things are far from what is,
and you be the judge as to what is not.
So, believe in the things you feel and not what is seen and heard that's real.
Burnley had a conjugal date after getting a vision
Was warned you may want to listen
To the canary finishing his mission
Relocating to a lower level
Feeling a wee bit better not needing a shovel
Getting experience from the higher league
Canary play should increase and be at a winning degree
Venturing to the dungeon
After buying snacks for the munching
Seeing it in sight
Wanting diplomacy not a fight
Pouring some Claret wine
Two sat down for a dine
While each other picked each other’s mind
Everything proceeded in calm fashion
No scoring just a lot of passing
Until plenty of ticks were put on the clock
When wood was a chip off the old block
Spirits were high
A break they did try
Canary pondered “‘A’ rated exposure could be a lie”
Come back more refreshed
Burnley waited watched wanting a drunken confess
Near the conclusion
Canary made a goal that added to the losing
It was the knockout punch
Closing the weekend late late lunch
Parting their ways
Canary had nothing to say
Green and yellow
Quietly mellow
Letting go
Moving on to another show
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