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Mid-Day Break-In
Was just about noon
Normal sort a day
Told someone new
To come our way
Suspected not a thing
Blind to the more
Had a good dead-bolt
Lock'n my door
I don't sparkle much
Nothing to draw near
I ain't real fancy
So it would appear
I had nothing to fear
I try not to attract
Nobody noticed before
Besides, I had a good deadbolt
Lock'n my door
In some strange twist
You couldn't resist
You dared travel my way
Staked me out
Broke-in mid-day
Now you just hold on a sec
I say that it ain't fair
My door was secure
You, you broke into here
Didn't even care
I had nothing to impart
Just broke-in anyway
And ran off with my heart
Yes, it was you
No one else would dare
The evidence clear
Your prints left there
I said hold on, it ain't right
All those years I been fine
You had to pick a door
You had to choose mine
Was just around noon
Knew I fallen in deep
When I desired not food
Cared not for sleep
Just standing here staring
At my broken door
Lock and heart alike
Throbbing on the floor
Was a good dead-bolt
Kept me safe for years
Then you broke in mid-day
And left me in tears
What I once knew
I don't know anymore
Mid-day break-in
How'd you get in my door?
Flowers of Midnight
I am not a morning glory
I am damsel of the midnight
When misery struck my family,
wrath of God, classy people cite
To appease the Almighty,
pubescent girl at home be left...
as a "Devadasi" which meant
literally, " Servant of the Deity"
This immoral exploitation
veiled under wraps of religion
Ignorant, illiterate with superstition
my family lets me into this with celebration
A ritual follows during my initiation
into this system of south Indian society
and 'am declared deity's wife...
My new home the temple premise
All my life dreams in air collapse
At this point, am made a midnight flower
to the classy patrons and priests
My duty is to dance and sing
and cater to their insatiable carnal needs
I am craved for at nights
and like trash rejected as dawn heralds
for I am their queen of the nights
I am a withered midnight flower
My fragrance lingers only at night
My voice subdued beneath my
footsteps as I dance to their dirty desires
My soul weeps in deep hiding suppressed
while outside emanate my forced joyful songs!
© Anulaxmi Nayak, 2015
P.S: Devadasi system refers to immoral exploitation of girls who were dragged into prostitution in the name of religion which was deeply rooted in south-Indian states. Awareness and social reforms has removed this from society this centuries old deeply etched socio-religious malefic practice.My attempt just to throw light on this system and not to deal with several details and controversies associated with this.
Stray wind
Carries our laugher;
Harvest moon
~~~~~~~~~
Cheer presides
Tranquil lake tonight;
Stray whispers
~~~~~~~~~
Lantern procession
Small people frolic;
Happy faces
~~~~~~~~~
Sip tasty tea
New zest abides;
Evening meditation
~~~~~~~~~
Moon floats
Kiss on the lake;
Shimmering touch
~~~~~~~~~
Magic moments
Rapture on the breeze;
Fragrant melody
~~~~~~~~~
Midnight blooms
Dragon fruit plant;
Auspicious aura
~~~~~~~~~
Touching picture
Images of home;
Harvest store full
~~~~~~~~~
Family reunion
Moonlight feast;
Moon cakes delight
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Small talk
Simple stuff;
More than enough
~~~~~~~~~
Endearing smiles
Plans for next crop;
Wishing on the moon
~~~~~~~~~
Blessings abide
Nature and nurture;
Profound thanksgiving
~~~~~~~~~
Pray upon
Blessings of toil;
Restful sleep
~~~~~~~~~
Forest fireflies
Electric encounters;
Eclectic swirl
~~~~~~~~~
Muddy fish pond
Frog on lotus leaf;
Night watcher
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Leon Enriquez
07 September 2014
Singapore
Misty moon beams, misty blue sights;
Insight and dream, insight feels right;
Distant fine theme, distant flood light.
Align and see, align and be;
Urge prompts a feel, urge primes a surge;
Touch warm beauty, touch fond fancy;
Unfurl appeal, unfurl bold verge;
Meet fine bounty, meet grand plenty ;
Note wise goodwill, note trends converge.
Think upon joy, think upon ploy;
Hurl a sure plan, hurl a calm vote;
Opt to employ, opt to enjoy;
Use what you can, use what you mote;
Glimpse a new way, glimpse a clear draft;
Hope helps to heal, hope heaps to reach;
Trust prospers say, trust blesses craft;
See happy fill, see cheery teach.
Leon Enriquez
11 September2014
Singapore
Flung The monsoon midnight thunderings
When I thought of the thunder snow
Deep into the darkness chattering
Taking the summer sandstorm from out of my heart cold
Suddenly I heard some waiting
Only this and a thundercloud I crave
This the silent stormless star burstings
Alas that poacherous lightning I discovered waves
Those of the whirlwinds
I can't see, nor can I move go
I am deaf and blinded by thunder snow
Instead I uncovered the mess of spears skins
I craved the splendid sorrowful snow blizzard
Rising Sun dimly shining
The dust falls from the sky
Sounds of thunder went to's cry I crave
The splendid storm full qual
I felt compelled to sniff the air
To warn me about the chromosphere
The trees I could not awaken here
My ears popped my knees are shaking
I can't see nor can I move go
I am deaf and blinded by thunder snowing
That moment my soul grew stormless through the cries blow
And wonders has clouds collide
Making rumbles midnight thundering thunder
My eyes sighting clouds floating like a pillow ride
As the sun shines wondering crack boom kaboom-pow
I can't see nor can I move go
I am deaf and blinded by thunder snow/em>
2/21/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Here by this lake
Cotton clouds quest,
Colours now take
A festive zest.
Misty moods float
As kin and kind
Gather to gloat
Fond peace of mind.
On earthly grounds
Mid-autumn comes,
Moon glow floods round
As laughter sums.
Rapture and feast
Grand harvest reaps,
Love floods the gist
Of feelings deep.
Culture floods more
To anchor will,
Mid-autumn shores
As moon glow thrills.
Old folk lore shows
An esteemed way,
Hearts seem to know
How purpose pays.
Moon cakes and food
Move fond delight,
Meet gracious good
With warm hearts bright.
Watch children play
Prized lanterns here,
Old chorus sways
Such happy cheer.
Bright sparkles show
A profound touch,
Love as we know
Blooms joy so much.
Falling leaves tell
Of changing times,
Mid-autumn gels
Such lovely chimes.
Moonlit lake bright
Enchants that heart,
A spellbound night
Love arrows dart.
Mystic moods glow
In tale and myth,
Autumn now shows
The moon gate drift.
Now here we sit
With hearts at ease,
Share pun and wit
Sip teacup bliss.
Leon Enriquez
26 September 2017
Singapore
Skyline shadows
Moody clouds stain;
Tempest confronts
Broken winged bird
Life pulse oozing;
Death comes around
Umbrellas clutter
Colours now drenched;
Rain and wind dance
Wind-blown message
Beyond weather forecast;
Aqueous revelations
Dreary moods linger
Suburban contours;
Torrential downpour
Wet day forfeits
Dry sanity;
Misty mad coldness
Freezing cold
Hurls shivers;
Teeth-rattling commute
See that mad man
Crazy and insane;
Thinks we are all mad
Happy charades
In a mad town;
Mourn with regret
Tea at the circus
Clowns tell you how;
Manage madness well
Go with the flow
Just let me know;
Confront vain ego
Leon Enriquez
11 August 2014
Singapore
Mid-autumn lights with silver glow;
A sacred night to feel life's flow.
The placid lake seems so forlorn;
Love breaks or makes sad songs, sad dawns.
Here, I sit still -- I gaze, I look
Far beyond chill... a faded book.
Here, vastness fills the deep, dark night
With ancient will: gaze of moonlight.
Chance has conspired to take me here;
Yet, uninspired this moonlit sphere.
The moment sums our present glow;
Fate dams outcome in page that shows.
Mid-autumn moods flavour tea song;
In simple good that loiters strong.
With poets of old, I sit and stare:
Watch moon unfold wise ancient wares.
Moonlight magic inspires my lines;
Surge dynamic feelings sublime.
Leon Enriquez
11 September 2014
Singapore
Bites of frost fierce;
iced words did pierce
flushed flesh, soft soul
chilled as you stole
youth of my life,
long lived your wife.
We wed; blissed days
blest till your craze.
Mid-age, your mess
lust for me less,
as thrills I gave
you now don’t crave.
My angst for naught
in knots of fraught
tight twist my mind,
your grit does grind
strewn tears from eyes
pain’s gems your prize
plash at your feet
my dirge does beat.
Our love I mourn
my rose your thorn,
once in sweet bloom
lies’ stench does doom.
Sprung from spouse cage
red town's your stage
to soothe your doubts
raise hell, nude bouts...
go chase young things
can’t stop your flings
we’re done, I know ~
snowed neath cold woe.
Are you having a Mid-Life Awakening?
So many versions of you over time...
Who do you take with you...
Who do you leave behind?
Some who lived, all who survived.
Someone's emerging but they're timid.
Someone old, but new?
It's confusing isn't it... Emerging as the combined and full you.
The one who also made choices that affected others.
The one who's life was often other's collateral damage.
Overlapping realities, do we keep blaming...? Hiding under the covers.
Can we focus our lense, onto ourselves now?
It's okay to be more than you ever could've perceived...
Comprehended even... And to still be a person who has Human needs.
While we awaken to our strengths, let's awaken to our weaknesses...
Let's welcome and make home to being born again without any external forces,
validation or social media butt kisses.
Welcome home, Dear Friend... A young you is proud.
Time to remove yourself from the crowd.
Just briefly, to understand there is a crowd of you within...
Let's sit with them, make home with them and work out who's to walk with you from
now on... And who's to be here with you, to live.