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Wildflowers sleeping late on dewy days
Rather than traveling on mountaintops
Two flowers embrace in harmony
Cognizant of nature's patrimony
Thankful for the few good years that remain
Their love gracefully grows time and again
Their patience now merrily thrives again
Wildflowers could choose to question each day
Whether they're pleased with love's years that remain
Times that they picnic on blue mountaintops
Mindful of scenery's patrimony
In a world rejoicing harmony
All nature embraces harmony
Its beauty will gainfully grow again
Flowing through wild nature's patrimony
And rising with the new sun every day
Traveling across ancient, rugged cliffs
Primordial with thousands of years that remain
Here, they seek to triumphantly remain
With emergent nature's harmony
The journeys across grassland mountaintops
With love infinitely growing again
Nature knows to embrace the sunny day
Aware of life's unique patrimony
What breed's nature's carefree patrimony?
What will wildflowers evoke that remains?
Will they take time to value emergent days,
Basking in life's vast harmony?
The cliffside climbers all ascend again
And there emerge challenging green clifftops.
Rather than travel upon mountaintops
Consious of primeval patrimony
Wildflower's bright love gently grows again
Thankful for the modest moments that remain
Wildflowers embracing in harmony
In flower beds, sleeping late, lazy days.
Spring equinox arrived March 20th, 2021 at 5:37 AM
No burlesque across the globe
upstages mother nature's emergent style
soundlessly donning and trumpeting
resplendent metaphorical pregnant Gaia,
whose all encompassing bulging robe
magnificently, albeit modestly evinces
matronly dame parading and sauntering,
she intimates readiness to give birth
regarding multitudinous flora and fauna,
whereby swath groundswell of color
and panoply of sound bursts forth.
A symphony with terrestrial
ecological community, which life forms abound
via natural laboratory qua nature,
especially at seasonal dawn of spring tide,
where multifarious existence can be found
carving out a figurative zoological niche
in a kaleidoscope of colors and sounds galore
idyllic melodic musical sound
artist palette of rainbow blended sights
assuage auditory and
visual sense pleasures respectively.
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incorporating titanic and tectonic processes,
(albeit all natural wonders)
constituting eight ways
to build strong bodies
bred courtesy punctuated equilibrium
nudging advantages to outvie
one living thing
versus another organism.
Winter of our (collective) discontent
alleviated courtesy pagan earth goddesses
prestidigitation delivering cathartic holistic
and poetic botanical balms,
which salve (age long in the tooth)
psychological wounds.
Show stopping stunning performance
stills lovers embrace
long anticipating nonpareil experience,
nevertheless straining credulity
of visual and aural senses,
where collective awed pinterests
silences onlookers evoking
masterpiece rendered still life
among webbed plant and animal species.
When writing love poems to a poet
spray them with your scent;
When writing love poems to a poet
every word should linger;
A whisper that you can’t forget;
When writing love poems to a poet
dig deep inside your soul;
When writing love poems to a poet
know they see every empty space
of every phrase of your feather quill;
When writing love poems to a poet
be mindful of your energy;
When writing love poems to a poet
understand they feel the art of font;
Details are what they notice instantly;
Show that you look under the surface
translating metaphors and riddles;
Explore their depth enjoy drowning;
Turn them on with complex puzzles,
when writing love poems to a poet.
A bond that is hard to define,
feeling that is unknown,
don't know if it is something sweet or saline
some feelings really have no true sign..
A feeling that is so intense,
Still makes to me no absolute sense,
Comfort of someone's presence or uneasiness of absence.
A feeling that is a question about it's mere existence.
There's absolutely nothing right or wrong,
Do I pen it down or give it the life of a song.
There's nothing good or bad,
But there's a definite feeling of me being sad,
Thinking if this feeling that I've,
Would I be better if this feeling is something I never had.
You get only one life but a pool of emotion.
Many come with their own answer, others with no real solution.
Trying to find some temporary substitution,
I close here with a mindful of hustle-bustle and weird confusion.....
Glimpses of light in garden dark,
Embrace soul grief in doubt and fear;
Truth in full sight as turmoil sparks,
Heaven seems brief as hate draws near;
Son of Man prays that love draws close,
Entrust soul frame to death's domain;
Mind that hard way where pride plays host,
Attest meek name to message plain;
Now evil comes to slay the flesh,
Echoes of Hell keep matters harsh.
Gain welcomes sum in silver trash,
Alive to tell vile slander's brush;
Rush of blood drops in painful sweat,
Deep prayer grips this sacred heart;
Etch without stop true sorrow's threat,
Now forlorn trip in mindful part.
Christ knows sad truth in garden scene,
Horde now invades with rowdy fuss;
Rouse sleep with proof rough soldiers seen.
In certain trade a kiss prompts buzz;
See Jesus bound and led away,
Tell twisted lies to keep your face.
Pride lays the ground for makeshift play,
Rest betrayed ties for hollow pace;
Apt Judas feels his shameful sin,
Yields guilty heart to put things right;
Ends with a kill as suicide wins,
Ripe windy start to horror's plight.
Leon Enriquez
01 April 2018
Singapore
This LeftMind dominant
viral virtue
of practicing RightBody patience
Is a coverup
for feeling deep impatience.
Feeling impatient is not as hopeful
as exploring active curiosity.
Curiosity
about why someone,
including my own anthro-privileged self,
would default to live win/lose
competitively
When our healthiest,
and safest
economically enlightened
and politically empowering experiences
have always grown choices to live
liberally
radically
integrally
EarthTribally
sacredly
neurosystemically
ecologically
more fully win/win,
cooperatively co-invested.
Passionate curiosity might kill the occasional cat;
but probably not more deadly
than dispassionate lack of curiosity.
Besides,
passionate curiosity can also be more fun
than boring impatience
More joyful,
than sad
mad
bad
More curiously glad
even appropriately win/win consenting adult/adult lusty
More sad/glad soulful
preferring mindful disciplines
like healthy therapeutic dances
and well-sung
resiliently brilliant love songs.
Start with your heart
Live loving art
Be mindful then
Live now not when
Mind games distract
Let love attract
Purpose funds tact
Passion feeds act
Work on your quest
Make zest greet test
Word what you start
Work your best heart
Look beyond books
String a wise hook
Dare to live right
Be a sure light
There is a way
Life always pays
Just what you see
Focus sets free
Be positive
Void negative
Easy to talk
Yet hard to walk
Joy awaits each
Just stretch and reach
All in good time
Your seasons rhyme
Seek then sure proof
Live well your truth
Leon Enriquez
07 February 2015
Singapore
With a middle name as "Flag this Scapegoat,"
I best not be surprised bullied from cutthroat
villains (supposedly kind hearted facilitators/
moderators, sans Facebook administrators, but
woe whiz me hyperbole 4 lite dramatic affect),
mine psyche stung, when months after months
no incidents of lamentable discrimination did
I experience until...early this last week in Feb.
rue weary - BAM, many poems dispatched to
various and sundry Facebook poetry groups in
das scrim min hit lee suddenly generated host
till lit tee (within me every fiber and sinew) re-
guarding justifiable explanation necessitating
why (albeit vaguely worded electronic message),
yours truly did not comply with stipulations,
when no objectionable outburst could be linked
in with contents mainly implicating myself as
this doubting Thomas (foolhardy fella) rarely
loosed, lobbed, launched brickbats against no
one within madding crowd, hence exert at tent
heaven esse, when choosing my words, a shock
sparked anger upon a deluge of unexpected (the
equivalent of slap on the face) without warning
to address any unacceptable issue, which ready
corrections this mindful scribe would attend, no
questions asked, then methought an opportunity
presented itself to express displeasure, whether
warm reception ala royal carpet treatment took
place even if I brought a ratty old Scottish mat),
thus the mere exercise to expunge pent up anger
(electronically) automatically, excellently, and
immediately reduced agitation, an opportunity
to modify my behavior since pathetic unhealthy
modus operandi earlier during mein kampf, the
necessity to free emotions as a youngster beak
came internalized, whereat cumulative instances
when browbeaten, effectively - indiscriminately
needled, taunted, et cetera found me to swallow
indignities against mine person to communicate
without resorting to violent threat, which would
ratchet up a minor fracas into a major altercation.
Owing to a pact we made long ago,
God’s angel appeared to us in disguise,
offering to restore light we’d let go,
arising from our life choices unwise
but the promise came with a proviso,
that if our soul seeks to climb to new highs,
we must first agree to make our heart pure,
with eye mindful, touch gentle and demure.
God’s light, the angel said, is in our heart,
so given this clue, known to very few,
we deemed silence as the best way to start,
for sans thought, our heart’s pure, like morning dew
and thus simply by adding love to cart,
we resurrected our soul’s light anew.
Ego disappeared, God Himself appeared;
we became the light, by sages revered.
So Often Ignored
Nannies know little of color
White holding favor by 5th Ave employers
Barons and Baronesses of means
Gazing from insulated windows on high
As infant guardian merges blanketed carriage and job
Into daily Central Park realities
Inquisitive bundled baby stares
Starched guardian
Folded like a napkin atop the park bench
Idles her time with smartphone pressed to ear
Caressing air-born voices
To soften dreams
Rigid as the armor-hardened uniform
She wears
Mittened hands strain with curiosity
As sweatered pit bull puppy
Strains at leash
Infant eyes tear of confinement
Duty and resolve tethers canine away
Both wondering in infantile language
Must naïve curiosity always remain separated
Why so much fearful exposure
Engendering further fear
Made to keep separate
Connections intended
From eight stories up on the avenue
Binoculared eyes and iphoned voice
Remind Nanny to place baby's reaching hands
Beneath angora blanket
Protect
Protect
The puppy sniffs another moment
Nannie pockets smart phone
Gathers responsibility
Wheels away doleful innocence
Master jerks leash
Ever mindful of misunderstanding
Suddenly...
The simple language
Pant
Lick
Smile
Giggle
Contact
Becomes one's early experience
Cautioning of query's risk
Onlookers duck heads
Perhaps conscious
Acknowledgment might create fatal pause
Thus
Retreating ignorance by observers
Becomes a "through a glass darkly" for innocents
Risking perhaps forever embedded distrust
As the child with smiles
A puppy with out-of-control-tail swag
Separate
Unrequited love
Becomes just another vanishing moment
For disquieted hearts
Simple lessons of oneness
So often ignored