Long Merge Poems
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Even though my lips sing the lyrics of a song, my voice yearns for another name. It is a constant calling for you, discreetly hiding under every word I release in melody. Pay heed — listen closely — and somewhere between the lines, in the silence wrapped by the tune, it is heard the loudest.
I merge you with my art so it feels like my own. A pair of sharp ears and the slightest urge to search is all it takes. Sometimes I have broken my thoughts of you into fragments and scattered them through my dance, sometimes I have woven your silhouette as the muse of my drawings.
Even when we are apart, you exist within me. And through my art, I present our love to the world.
That is where we are one.
They say youth is but momentary,
An emotional journey, a fleeting mirage,
Where uncharted waters are a treat not a foil
Tempered only by fates willful barrage.
But as time marches on and life settles in
with a rhythm well known and rehearsed,
A mixture of joy, tedium and tears
To the beat of our life we're soon versed.
The rest is a blur of dates and events
Where memories bloom and then fade,
Countless seasons merge into one
As the years rush by on parade.
Then one day we awake from the stupor that was,
Look in the mirror intrigued yet resigned,
Gazing intently at the reflection so stark
Bewildered at lines so defined.
Yet there's a glimmer of light in our eyes,
A developing smile on lips pursed so long,
Older and weathered well may we be,
But we're finally free if a little less strong.
To those that say youth is an absolute
Once lost never regained,
That notion insidious and barely skin deep,
For we know it’s the mind where youth is ordained.
So let this new chapter blossom and thrive
As we commence our journey anew,
Untethered from work and most burdens of life
We embrace simple joys to our spirit renew.
In case you haven't noticed I'm a poet verbal usage explosive,
Wrote it to show I'm potent while showing I'm still unfolding,
With words I manage verbs the action within observed,
Then swerves I'm pitching curves a gentleman well reserved,
I'm classic because I practice my passion bring satisfaction,
Imagine the acrobatics of circumstances enacted,
On paper with just a pen meditate then begin,
Fusing my thoughts within with music inhaling scents,
Of candle lit cinnamon my ritual so intimate,
With cleverness I invent miraculous I'm convinced,
My poetry heaven-sent please pardon my arrogance,
Cause I was afraid to win but mentally made amends,
To never be scared again and grow from the commentary,
Some cats will always hate a lesson from Tom and Jerry,
My poetry animated a visualized brand I made it,
Never contaminated passing examinations,
With all honor and glory unto the Lord that's before me,
And all poets with stories I pray you make it cause surely,
It's hard to write a verse that quenches the people's thirst,
Hoping your equals nurse the love you reimbursed,
From being a fan first to writing your best-worse,
Creation is adverse with patience the craft works,
So please acknowledge this in the presence of politics,
Engaging your common sense to a poet this dominant,
With word play in rhythm observe Hey I'm winning!,
Concur they beginning to merge grace within him.
Thanks.
A Sultry Summer Night
Moments merge, desires surrender
on a sultry summer night,
kisses shared with touches tender
melting mores with pure delight.
Lips meet lips as two hearts flutter
with a wanton steamy kiss,
causing minds to moan and mutter
with a sense of utter bliss.
In the darkness bodies mingle
tween the damp and tangled sheets;
deep within they feel the tingle,
hearts are racing, rapid beats.
Time stands still with carnal splendor,
passions reach that peerless peak;
breathless beings, moments render,
reaching heights their bodies seek.
In the halo of their yearning,
moments shared in love’s delight;
afterglow with calm returning
on a sultry summer night.
June 25, 2024
Love, a treasure we often chase,
But true love is patient and full of grace.
It's not about the fleeting fire's blaze,
But the everlasting flame that stays.
For real love stands the test of time,
A bond that grows, sublime and prime.
It's in the moments, big and small,
That true love blossoms, embracing all.
Through stormy days and darkest nights,
Real love remains, shining bright.
It's a gentle touch, a tender gaze,
A love that lasts through changing days.
In real love, we learn to trust,
Built on foundations, strong and just.
It's not about perfection, you see,
But accepting flaws, and setting hearts free.
With each passing day, love deepens still,
As two souls merge, a union to fulfill.
It's a dance of compromise and care,
A love that flourishes, beyond compare.
So let us seek, this love that's real,
A commitment, true and ideal.
For in the arms of love that last,
We find a home, where happiness is cast.
Real love endures, through joyful tears,
A love that lasts, throughout the years.
In its embrace, we find comfort and peace,
A love that's everlasting, never to cease.
Her favorite dress is gathering dust,
while in my mind, I see her wearing it.
My tinder-heart was set afire by love's
inextinguishable, eternal flame.
She lingers in the shadows of the night;
and oft visits me, in my tear-filled dreams.
We had faced life's obstacles together
before she died, and I was left alone.
The sands of time cannot lessen my grief,
for her passing breaks my heart every day.
And I feel like a forgotten relic;
buried under memories of our past.
In time, I'll welcome the Angel of Death,
and once more, embrace the love of my life.
For the instant that life's flame sputters out,
our souls will once again merge into one.
a cool, refreshing summer breeze you are
your smile is like the fresh breath of nature
quiets thoughts of you so near even when you are so far
alleviates the feelings of my wanting to meet the maker
your skin against mine is like a smooth motion massage
the warm rhythms of your touch relaxes my mental
totally eliminated is my self serving mirage
the sweet kiss of the reality of you makes life itself feel so gentle
the moonlight and the sunlight merge to construct the perfect election
all memories of you are so happy, peaceful, and whole
joyfully and gratefully resurrected is my long since hibernated ********
oh, how your unique creativity soothes my rejuvenated soul
my love for you is as natural as the perfect rain
how i so give God Thanks each and every night for your love and guidance taking away the strain
A fond glimpse
Beyond the veil
In wholesome feel
Rare harmony
A pure sight
For lovely pair
In secret tryst
Warm embracing
A touching
For warm bodies
In private fling
Fiery rapture
A being
For kind esteem
In ecstasy
Lovely feelings
A becoming
For flame that glows
In feisty flow
Surge in free merge
A sparkling
Dance of union
In a grand meet
Emergent souls
A miracle
Flowering fruit
In joyous ******
Sacred zest aligned
A precious play
Upon the tides
In devotion's fiesta
Body-heart-soul-mind
A veil for two
To live one union
In mortal touch
Pure erotica
A merging
That bears fine fruits
In sensory swirling
Lovely constellations
A splendour
That springs grandeur
In rapture's touching
Profound sculpting wonder
Leon Enriquez
23 September 2014
Singapore
Outside the takeaway,
long shadows
mix and merge then part
in a constant stir of shapes
on a hot late afternoon
somewhere in a city
where half a million
will be lonely tonight
and a tenth of those
not have enough to eat
and perhaps a fifth
of the hungry
will have no home,
a million or more
will make love and maybe
a few thousand
will break up,
one person could be murdered
and a hundred mugged
or robbed,
whilst in dimly lit cubicles
across the town
about eighty souls
will die of natural causes
hardly making a sound.
Number 32, your order
is ready !,
have a good evening - thanks,
that didn't take long.
You realize your wild side
lies somewhere within the past.
And fantasy dreams soon fade,
even though you wish they'd last.
Your most precious memories
are but shadows, nonetheless.
And when reviewed countless times,
they tend to merge and digress.
Presumptions of who you are
and how you feel get explored.
And yet, doubts and misgivings
are oft discreetly ignored.
Cynical hearts question love—
despite its fragility.
And attempt to control it,
with rules of fidelity.
But hope allows lonely souls
to enter a bond of trust.
And encourages closeness,
outside the pleasures of lust.