Long Memory Poems
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Outside my window the glimpse of a twinkling muse
sprinkling little bits of imagination into my soul.
I espy a little Reindeer prancing in the deep, deep woods. Slanting my eyes just so I try to take a better look. Before I get to sing
the first refrain of Jingle Bells, he has gone away. Hidden behind a white spruce filled with gold and silver pixie dust. The train keeps moving on, secured by fast moving rails that seem to have a destination of their own.
Planting a cold kiss on the glass my voice turns to a whisper, and I feel miles away from my home. The sun is beginning to rise in the North and the dawning sun is infusing me with warmth. I can feel it dance on my cheek, rousing me slowly from a dreamless long night's sleep. No sun kinks on the rails, just the invisible passengers, the Conductor, and a Pullman porter who is fast asleep in his folding seat. My spirit roams free on this blessed morning. The wagon has an almost feel of religiosity attached to it.
I sense the Conductor long before his shiny black shoes kiss the ground. " Missy, would you like a cup of warm milk?" But all I see in his toasted big brown hands is a bowl of hot steaming soup with a couple of dumplings.
We exchange a puzzled look then I take it in my hands and bring it to my hungry mouth. I sip it slowly. As the liquid pours down my parched throat, an inkling of memory returns to me.
I smile for the first time, in my fifteen long years.
To be continued...
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2023
How distant now those tender hours seem,
When life was but a half-wrought dream...
When youth, with all its golden art,
Unfolded petals round the heart.
Ah, memory, thou cruel friend,
That bids me walk where summers end;
Thou lead’st me back through mists of years,
To find my joy dissolved in tears.
I see once more that shadowed lane,
Where first we sat amidst the rain;
The earth was soft, the sky was gray,
And yet the world was ours that day.
Beneath one trembling parasol,
Two souls forgot the world and all;
The rain made music, sweet and low,
Upon the leaves that bent below.
With clumsy hands, yet full of grace,
I shaped thee roses...paper lace...
Their whiteness pale, their scent but air,
Yet thou didst take them, unaware
That all my heart was folded there.
Thy laughter rang...a silver chime...
That stilled the restless march of time;
And when thy lips, in shy delight,
Pressed soft my cheek, the world grew bright.
We wandered where the birches lean,
Through woodland paths of tender green;
The brook would chatter at our feet,
The air itself seemed warm and sweet.
O innocence! O fleeting fire!
What mortal hand can long aspire
To keep thee fast, when years conspire
To dim thy bloom, to hush thy lyre?
The days rolled on; as seasons must,
They turned our silver dreams to dust.
The woods grew silent, overgrown,
Each path reclaimed, each echo flown.
We parted...not with rage or blame,
But with the hush no words could name.
She left, and with her went the spring;
No lark again would dare to sing.
Yet oft, when twilight veils the plain,
And soft descends the gentle rain,
I walk once more that lonely lane.
The air is cold, the hour is late...
Still, in my hand, I feel the weight
Of fragile blooms that time hath slain...
My paper roses in the rain.
All paths lead back to this place
Where you rest in eternal peace
Today a white blanket of nature
Keeps you in God’s warm embrace
Snowflakes fall around me in silence
Each one bringing a treasured memory
I look expectantly toward heaven
And feel them on my upturned face
They cover my tears of grief
Cleansing my heart with hope
A renewal of lost faith
Is found in their pure essence
As I toil to clear your bed
I find a message from your friends
The red crimson of love
Tells me you are remembered
Your life had meaning and purpose
To make me a better man
You still walk side by side with me
With that ever-present smile lighting my way
Leaving you here is always hard
But I can hear you whisper to me
That this is not your place
And you are truly home
Something about loose lips and loose women,
old young recollections
some too dark for conversation,
some too light for
a poetry reading.
Your face is disfigured;
when I open your page,
greying origami birds
fly out of your story
beaks carrying
lint and gilings, but something else,
a partial picture of what we left in each other.
We will cry about this one day,
after the last day perhaps.
I am modulated by memory,
by the lingering smell
of your lusts.
The slow simmer of times
throes and pangs.
Maybe by then we will
catch each other’s breaths
inhale long last drops,
bundled together
as close as new bled lambs.
I am but a stranger
Pen to paper ,
Words from the heart
Trying to describe an icon.
Who are you?
Like Michael Jackson the king of pop
You are a legend,
You are unique,
Bless, gifted and talented.
Yet in the darkest of places
Secluded and alone,
You are weak,
Scared and confused.
You once said, you are your own worst enemy,
Yet a friend,
Laid to rest ,
Put to sleep
Your fears
Your plead
Your sorrows are at its end.
Now asleep the world mourns,
Heaven rejoices ,
Angels sings.
The child once lost has found her way home
Born into a family,
Enriched by love,
Sanctified by God’s grace.
Who were you?
You were a child of God
Lent to the world
To unite music and love
And now that your time has end
How shall we remember you?
Remember the queen of R/B
The voice she possessed,
The songs she sang,
The records she sold,
The hearts she touched.
Journey Journal Page
MISSING YOU
(For my parents, and parents-in-law)
By Leon Enriquez
The Angel of Death has come today
To take your beautiful soul away
Our mortal hearts are broken with tears
For you ascended from us my dear
We feel our loss this moment in time
As we reflect on past happy chimes
When laughter and good cheer cast spells
Your wit and kindness and humour tells
~~~~~~~~~
A simple soul with a lovely heart
We will miss your empathy and art
Lavish grace and show of timely care
The kind thoughtful fare beyond compare
Your legacy and blessings remain
On this we lean and our loss contain
You are the reason for our good health
A story beyond our timeless wealth
~~~~~~~~~
In you our special friend we miss most
Sadly, you have given up your ghost
Your earthly days are over right now
Still, your fond memory does endow
Winging on your safe homebound journey
Bless us all with a token lovely
Inspire in our hearts devotion deep
To pray in the heart’s temple for keeps
~~~~~~~~~
Gone too soon as footfalls slip away
Dearly departed from us today
We pray your soul enters paradise
To be with those who gain love’s grand prize
By the columbarium garden wall
Your earthly ashes here we install
Your picture portrait stares at our world
Even as our loss flings tears that swirl
~~~~~~~~~
Our humble mortality a gift
As heart and soul and mind thus uplift
To walk the path to eternity
When we meet love again most truly
With your departure from time and space
We miss your countenance and embrace
Pray for us from the other shore, to be
To live full zest our daily journey
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
09 January 2024
Singapore
"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces"
John Ruskin, 1853
I am riding a galloping horse,
On a far away lonely beach,
racing along the wet sands,
as sea reaches to accost my feet,
the blowing breeze jolts memories,
of a cradle song I have heard,
rocking slowly in the moonbeams,
as mum sings her lullabies,
every breath a lifetime,
every moment a memory,
all that is gained in life through love,
comes rushing back to me!
silent creeps the winter snow,
hustling in more past imagery,
the warmth of fire,
childhood desires,
amidst a loving family.
a sea gull calls like years before,
when the evening was for you and me,
meanwhile on my galloping horse,
there is no where else to flee,
broken, shattered, our love a remorse,
but your eyes still follow me!
Ist placement
‘All the little pieces‘ poetry contest
Sponsor Constance La France
Written 29/08/2020
salad poetry & salsa-dance
…thus riding on a memory-bicycle those people who used to go to pick up dry straws grasses
twigs from the daily-payment of the squirrels are neither the husband of any wood nor the
wife of any wood-apple...at the best ...they may be one page full of must-dos regarding keep-
fit practice of one’s health…
around the grazing field of the night-gowns
in course of a long-journey by train one has to cross
many grass-hopper-points
one-piece of life is this
in its daily walking to pick up the pebbles of
which is the amplification of what
the bodies of all prose and poems are touched with
by the sunshine by the wind by the rain by the water
it-may-be-for-you afternoon is running
running
is the people after the office-break
running are the broken people
the sullen public
due to late-running of train
before the darkness sets in
on bare branches of the tree
clusters of crows
are running
forward steps of the return-home people
are running
many invitations has been remained
unattended … accumulating…
accumulating…
so much anger…
many secret pains…
tears…
the life is running
in the rows of the flying birds
the life is running
in the meat-houses…
in the shopping-malls…
in the churches…
in the wheat-fields…
running … running … running…
salad poetry and salsa-dance are also
running…
in the letters of the alphabet…
in the swarm of mosquitoes…
from William Shakespeare
to Rabindranath Thakur
the sky is running …
the air…
the sunlight…
The loss of memory is forgotten in the wind
The moment we die before our breathe falter,
We are a fading Spectator struggling to the end,
And life flushes out the things we cannot alter.
Stand to surrender and wave the battered flag,
On chosen fields of love serenade career misery,
Some battles we win, but in others wearily drag,
Our soul from the ground to win unlikely victory.
Taste the peace in whose arms we are thrown,
The lifeline we find a sonnet of solace to climb,
Happier days of virtue spent recovering at home,
Leave the cares and thoughts for others to find.
Adventurous world resign from gaining riches,
Embrace serene sense of peace and happiness.
Unfinished here
Business draws near
Rely on fear
To fashion cheer
Damp is the air
With loads of care
Rain wets full flair
Of dreary wares
Dance if you feel
The urgent thrill
To sway odd chill
With a bold kill
So much to know
In simple flow
But nothing shows
Just what life grows
Sit still and see
What yet may be
Not certainty
But chemistry
Memory barks
Odd orders park
In fiery sparks
Of lost skylark
Beauty seeds well
An abrupt tell
As cast moves spell
In prison cell.
Soon space forgets
How time placed bets
In abstract fret
Such anxious threats
Gone with the pain
That lingers vain
Now all looks plain
Where loss cuts grain
Leon Enriquez
16 September 2018
Singapore