Long Messages Poems
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Green grass verge
Hidden florals;
Purple and yellow
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Seize your time
Know true love;
Dream profound
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Style moves brisk
Change comes;
Late evening settles
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Pathway collision
Traffic accident;
Random truth
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Hidden agendas
Sly smiles steer;
Pungent deceit
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Fickle fancy
Too many lies;
Calm truth shows
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Background music
Cafe and banana cake;
Monkeys chatter
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Gloomy light
Misty moon glow;
Wet air prelude
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Sit and watch
Walkway messages;
Hurry confronts
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Words let loose
Crooked cracks show;
Dementia succumbs
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Fear procreates
Deceit sprinkles spice;
Cheesy vice talks
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Modern day
Battle arena;
Bloody hope scars
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Morning light
Coffee aroma;
Elusive sleep
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Leon Enriquez
12 February 2017
Singapore
Once envoys carried messages, betwixt those Royal thrones of Kings.
Scrolls of vellum parchments, all bearing wax insignia, impressed with signet rings.
These symbols of authenticity, made safe passage, through far flung foreign fields.
Where chivalry of gallant knights gave sanctuary, armed with swords and shields.
While Kings and Queens spoke of those deeds, by proclamation, made them law.
Preventing bloodshed needlessly, upon battlefields of war.
Once, candle flames on red wax, and signet rings, were used in days gone by.
Now those documents of state are stamped, by die and counter die.
Where independance from the past, the President holds sway.
This National Symbol of the United States, hangs proudly on display.
O, Mama and Maybelle,
Two of a kind with an important story to tell.
Hailing from the South with so much to say,
You stood on stages, both near and far, delivering your messages with great interplay.
Amidst much darkness, pain, and inequality,
You allowed your light to shine radiantly.
Nothing you did was ever small; everything was beautiful and big.
Big energy, big stages, big lights, and big voices—yah dig?
Soulful melodies erupted from you two like lava from volcanoes.
Every time you took the mic, you left behind rumbling harmonic echoes.
O, Mama and Maybelle,
Two of a kind that did it so well.
“Experiences shape us and colour our imagination. Unlike as in the West, Christmas was quite different in our region with simpler celebrations, humble life styles and minimum embellishments, before globalisation came into vogue”~ By Poet.
As Christmas is nearing, my mind
flies back to those sweet days of old.
For us, making a crib was the prime task.
We children would go to the length and breadth
of the vast woody compound of our house,
where a kind of needle like flimsy grass
grew on rocky hedges and along hillside.
Through narrow paths strewn with tangling shrubs,
we would go on tip- toe to protect our feet
from prickly thorns and biting ants,
gather as much grass as needed to couch the crib
where infant Jesus would lie, as he lay
on the bed of hay inside the humble manger.
I still remember picking wild berries
that grew on hilltops, collecting sticks
and dry leaves needed for the crib.
On our triumphant return back home,
each of us was full of cheer with the zest
of a builder gathering raw materials,
for the construction of a dream mansion.
How I long for those simple pleasures!
During those days, there were no Christmas presents,
decorated trees or glistening Christmas lights.
But in my heart, I hold a longing to sail back
to those days of modest fare and simpler joys.
The naïve excitement of getting Christmas cards,
listening to Christmas carols and making cribs
remain a memory that I wish to relive.
But with sadness, I know, they won't come again.
Grown older, Christmas has become so busy,
responding to heartless wishes and wrestling
with the tide of forwarded messages.
In place of live branches, a synthetic pine tree
is placed at centre with umpteen decorations
and all around is synthetic as life itself.
Christmas brings thoughts of dear ones living far away
and those exited out of life with no return.
Oh, I find this season tinted with sadness,
lacking cheer and the true joy of Christmas!
is hard to keep going
can't you hear my songs
it written all over me
my soul bleed the rhythm
the sound never seize
to exist on my head
my heart keep beating
the drum of reality
is hard to keep going
can't you hear my songs
it written on the walls
of our reality
it is a song of the soul
it never bitter the poor
it was a with words of truth
bold and brave
it bear no illusion
it is a song for life
so lets stick with
the voice of truth
cos despite we are good still
is hard to keep going
is hard to keep going
can't you hear my songs
if you can't then listen
to life
it keep calling you
telling you that human
can't fight God
that is an abomination
proven by nature
so now my songs
are with the messages
of love
a calling for
a true redemption
cos is hard to live
through this modern pipe
of civilization
is hard to keep going
can't you hear my songs
it is for the sufferer's
those in trust to love
those trapped brutalized
and forgotten
before and now
in the hands of hates
those who suffer what
they did not curse
they who want help
yet bleeds in bitterness
be strong be brave
I know is not easy
is obvious in this
mad mans world that
is hard to keep going
A ship departs a harbor primed with passionate passengers
as she gushes an escape of a portal while it traverses the seas
beyond. It navigate waters while charting a course via skies
revelation of pictorial drafts. Intrigue besets the ships able
-bodied seafarers that patronize these waters, enabling its
travelers of continuous, tangible liaison trading kisses. She
steams to the allure of dance and music, dancers in others
arms interlocked amidst the spontaneous gaze e'er so oft,
of messages from the heart to tender sweet lips to favor. A
fixation develops midst the ship and its patrons being as
one in amour.
2020 January 17
Eight word challenge 1 2020 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Quote from Hugh Prather: "Most of the conversations I hear
are carried on as if there really were such a thing as an answer
and as if the people present were actually in possession of it."
Shouldn't we all adopt
some sort of "busy" pretext,
display fake fronts intended
to suggest determined aims
are being seriously pursued?
Wouldn't everyone believe
that we are "busy" people --
intent upon accomplishment
important to ourselves and others?
Isn't there some conflict between concepts
of "empowerment" and of "involvement" --
of "delegation" and of "taking ownership"
(directing, guiding -- dictating, really)?
Consider whether these are not
confusing opposites -- messages
easily regurgitated: mere facile
managerial sloganeering....
(Uncertainty, easily detected,
is usually condemned.)
Doesn't everyone read Dilbert?
And who remembers
"Ready....fire....aim!"
come take me home
angels I see
I dont mean the ones
above the sky
like the holy book say
I dont mean the ones
with wings
no not the ones
on those expensive picture arts
placed on the wall
this angels I see
is visible
come take me home
angels I see
legacy is eternity
cos memories are inherited
if not what else is better
to pass to the next generation
when we are gone
so let the angels of God
pass on the messages of life
over this evil angels of lies
angels I see
this angels are visible
come take me home
angels I see
this angels are visible
they are in my realities
I deal with them everyday
I eat with them
I live among them
they live with me
they got blood
they can breath
they are you
they are every human
angels I see
I can't reach home
with out their support
and love
come take me home
angels I see
in a wild world
they live
they suffer from
alot calamities
the good angels
are always abused
now fear keeps alot
innocent good angels to captive
yet some angels are unstoppable
and brave
they wake up alot other sleeping
angels to wake up
as I wish my angels
come take me home
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Quotes relating to Hepatitis Day
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2. People are reticent to give a newborn the hepatitis B vaccine and often delay it- Paul A. Offit
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5. There is a growing need to make people aware of the severity of the disease in the region. People need to be extra careful, as it is one of the regions where infection with hepatitis B virus (HBV) is common- Dr. RS Verma
World Hepatitis Day: Messages
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From my perch with a mountain view I try to understand
what this site was like when only the Cherokee roamed the land.
I have an affinity for indigenous people…their culture…
the way they looked at life…and living…
How they understood we are all a part of the land
and the value they put on sharing, community and giving.
They understood everything on this Earth is equal…no one portion is greater…
and how the entire universe shares in the immortal perfection of its Creator.
The way they lived, the way they worshiped, the unique way they thought
If only we had let them be our guide…
They had so much to teach us…
instead…we callously brushed them all aside.
We threw them off the only land they ever knew….
We were barbarous, merciless and cruel…
We tried to change the essence of who they were….
We took their children and sent them off to boarding school.
Where to their parent’s and these innocent children’s sorrow and surprise,
they were forever changed by they way they were mistreated, abused, and brutalized.
But as I sit in a cabin that sits on what once was Cherokee land….
and rue the way those before us have sinned…
I can still feel the Cherokee presence in the trees….
still hear their messages floating on the wind.
To those who have forgotten, disregard or never listened to their message…
It’s not too late to start…
There is still time to walk tall as the trees
live as strong as the mountains
and keep the warmth of the Sumer sun in our hearts.
We cannot go back and change the mistakes we made in the past
that course of history has run…
but if we heed the messages still clinging to the trees
still floating on the wind…
we can begin make the future …a better place for everyone.