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Here
in the yuletide
season,
today’s
peace on earth
and good will…
lay hidden somewhere
in the attic of bygone days:
wrapped in cobwebs of time.
Once considered obsolete—
hopefully benign—
malignant war
has become
the trend today;
Our war sick world,
drunk on inebriating
negative wisdom,
has evolved into an oxy-
moronic society—hailing
war as a negative good.
Indeed the winter season
of peace on earth…
has become a warring
sales season
rather than the season
of giving peace.
The red, white
and green arrays
no longer signal
joyous of times
but have become
grievous reminders
of the bombings
of peaceful children
whose blood coagulates
in war’s putrid flotsam.
Pregnant mothers
in silence of death
beseech forgiveness—
aborting babes; wretched
deaths of brutal conflict:
In psalms of grief
mercy contemplates
the choices.
Despite it all,
as we struggle in faith
let us be ever mindful
that above us
is the attic of God—
where warmly wrapped
in swaddling love,
abides audacious hope:
the creative good will
towards all
echoing on the horizon—
Come, let us welcome
the new dawning
bringing the vitality
of God’s abiding peace—
moving us forever forward
to the day when evil war weapons
shall be mould into plowshares
and pruning hooks of grace.
The dream lives; the vision is;
the reality comes.
The walls lean in, murmuring secrets of weary days,
while chairs sigh beneath tired bodies.
Words from hollow lips strike like stones—
they refuse to soften, echoing in empty corners.
My lessons pulse with purpose, glowing faintly in the dust,
each one breathes life into silent desks.
They wait, expectant—hungry for curious eyes.
Even the blackboard leans forward,
eager to share every truth I’ve etched across its surface.
Though some voices build barriers—cold, unyielding,
my teaching-self stands firm,
a steady heartbeat among shifting shadows.
I may not linger here forever,
but as long as education breathes,
my footsteps leave a soft rhythm—
a promise echoing beyond my departure.
Until my final exhale,
I become the silent sentinel:
each wall, each chair, each lesson
alive with all that is just and right.
Notes in light tune bloom floral chimes,
Ink stains well aged in tome now tells;
Glimpse strange old runes from ancient times,
Hurl of song page where odd tale dwells;
Touch of odd hint as muse comes close,
Imprint sweet poise within the gap;
Niche voice that mints a fragrant dose,
Grasp mindful choice in joy's mind map;
Abide pure grace where beauty styles,
Love in fine notes flings fond surprise;
Etch music trace to pleasure smiles.
Sexy shrill vote frames mystic spice,
Opt happy cheer to purge thoughts sad,
Urge zest to steer the touch of mad,
Live joy that clears odd moments bad.
Leon Enriquez
13 April 2018
Singapore
It began simply with a chance encounter
When you pointed to a white cactus flower,
The one you loved amid bounty of colors
When eye-contact held us frozen together.
Soon after, you left with your aromatic air
Leaving behind coyly your heart in my care,
Like a treasure quite rare, I held it close
Till I returned it to you with newfound love.
As we continued to see sites on our tour
You took my sight and held my pleasure,
Accepting shyly when I offered my shoulder
Greeting with a look of fascinating glamour,
Giving me a hug without a physical touch
Stealing my eager mind, claiming it's yours,
Enlisting my gestures to say words of cheer
Delighted by acclaim you wanted to hear.
Exchanging hearts we parted each other,
That's when you gave me your cactus flower.
I hold it in your stead when memories tear up
Mindful, you faded as the flower curled.
March 6, 2018
Is my notepad a blank space,
canvass or image-ridden spot,
thoughts of aqua bead elation,
mesmerise beyond the fence,
they jump gaudy traffic lights,
but runaway relish cuts wild shape,
when fantasy and environment,
a seamless transit might appear,
notions spiral in frothy oceans,
as time a spring time winger,
unfolds, unveils, unfurls,
its unique ruby nugget chain,
a doorway widens wondrous wares,
I am wide awake to treasures,
set on blaze by rapid prompt,
pencils, crayons, brushes lie down,
to attention writer’s tools,
and a dab of paint on rim,
I’m this usher pulsing conduit,
verily at the cusp of opus,
that has a charging current,
to be found heartily exuded,
must this inbred dalliance,
count for that mint broadside,
as I dwell behind an urban hedge,
the water of wafer thin wetness,
I peer at whilst straying lazily,
to pick up the city rumble,
to avoid that red blush tumble,
into pop up pool endowed,
with variegated plant life enshroud,
frangipani, star jasmine, golden cane palm,
exotic edge encircled feast,
schools of fish in wagtail swarm,
aquarium exhibit for marine throng,
fascinated by the plethora of genus,
and mindful of early dawn tread,,
figment is that candle to nourish,
in saliva swirl anticipation ahead,
that bright mark one might conjure,
as the verse weaver weighing contour,
synonym, wordplay, idiom equivalent,
sudden splash of ink,
indignant worst hand scribble,
gathering, assembling, unifying,
morning hours a speedy sequence,
noonday intermission, afternoon stretch,
evening getting close,
one on a journey might amass,
inspired phrases for posterity,
I wonder has my time come or gone
Meet surprise here as ambience greets,
Indulge the gaze on ample peace;
Dream fond good cheer with joy most sweet,
Trust in sure craze of profound ease;
Observe the lot in space discrete,
Work mindful grace where touch sees more;
Note how grand thoughts can move sure feat.
Word frames the trace from inner core,
Opt savvy style to face the day;
Nurture good times with laughter's surge,
Dance with fine smiles your vivid play;
Employ dear rhymes with poise and urge,
Rouse cheery fate to sparkle bright,
Stretch a grand date where grandeur lights.
Leon Enriquez
30 July 2016
Singapore
Spring Time Sniffles
I feel a tickle in my nose and then,
my eyes begin to itch and so I know.
A bout of my hay fever will begin,
Not long before my nose I’ll have to blow.
Spring for me most times will bring no joy,
For weeks with windows closed I’ll spend my days.
To keep the pollen out, this quest employ
And sniff and snort all kinds of nasal sprays.
And yet, I’ll watch the new buds on the trees,
And marvel at the coloured changing Spring.
And if I venture out, and hear the bees
Be mindful if disturbed that they may sting.
However, Spring will end the Winter’s cold,
And warm the earth so Summer can take hold.
23/2/2023
Scarce thought held I for angel's hearts, though oft touched by their wings.
Sure the mind stays fixed from mortal parts, while to you an angel sings.
Then light pours down from heaven above, through virgin forest crown.
And long last seen through haloed love, the weary heart lays down.
And long last seen through haloed love, the weary heart lays down.
Chorus:
I'll never break your heart.
I'll hold it as the fragile rose, whose petals ne'er shall part.
I'll never break my vow.
I'll hold fast 'gainst the ebb and flow, as strong then e'en as now.
I never will break down.
While crimson'd cataract course these veins, I'll stand upon my ground.
While crimson'd cataract course these veins, I'll stand upon my ground.
Red lips told me, "'Twill break my heart, if ever you take your leave.
Should worldly 'fairs tear us apart, fair Heaven forever would grieve."
Then place your trust alone in God, ne'er mindful of the rest.
While angels tread that hallowed sod, to you my love is blest.
While angels tread that hallowed sod, to you my love is blest.
CHORUS
And I never will break your heart.
A week before the Armistice, you died.
They did not keep your heart like Livingstone’s,
then plant your bones near Shakespeare’s. So you lie
between two privates, sacrificed like Christ
to politics, your poetry unknown
except for that brief flurry’s: thirteen months
with Gaukroger beside you in the trench,
dismembered, as you babbled, as the stench
of gangrene filled your nostrils, till you clenched
your broken heart together and the fist
began to pulse with life, so close to death.
Or was it at Craiglockhart, in the care
of “ergotherapists” that you sensed life
is only in the work, and made despair
a thing that Yeats despised, but also breath,
a mouthful’s merest air, inspired less
than wrested from you, and which we confess
we only vaguely breathe: the troubled air
that even Sassoon failed to share, because
a man in pieces is not healed by gauze,
and breath’s transparent, unless we believe
the words are true despite their lack of weight
and float to us like chlorine—scalding eyes,
and lungs, and hearts. Your words revealed the fate
of boys who retched up life here, gagged on lies.
Published by The Chariton Review, The Neovictorian/Cochlea, Rogue Scholars, Romantics Quarterly, Mindful of Poetry, Famous Poets and Poems, Poetry Life & Times, Other Voices International
We look outward, here upon earth
Ego anchored, devoid of mirth
Fleeting joy that’s mirrored by pain
Bound head to foot by desire’s chain
Caught in a web, our heart did weave
Time’s now that we cease to so grieve
Conscience showing us path correct
That love aligned, we stand erect
Before each act, let’s take a pause
Discern if lower mind the cause
Mindful eye, thus always aware
Adroitly sidesteps ego snare
In timeless time, heart becomes pure
Resolve firm, each test we endure
Our consciousness, witness presence
Aligned with God’s omnipresence
Attention posed in cessation
Tranquil calm, our meditation
Magnetic currents pervade form
Invaded by benign bliss storm
Captivated by a love mist
We surrender; do not resist
Ceasing to size, we vaporise
In as ordained, God realise
13-January-2022
C Form - Couplet Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
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