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I hear grand piano music floating in from afar
It is poetry so crisp, It's crystal clear
Poetry is chandeliers on high ceiling of white
It is polished parquet in spaces with soft light
Poetry is grand plies performed with perfect poise
Like choreographed parts you'll enjoy
Poetry is rainbow-arched windows, wide as love for you
Such language conveys heart's pulsation, soft as dew
But there's more!
Poetry is precious sound of deep unending peace
It tugs at our heartstring, new heights of joy we reach
Poetry awakens my soul to the good in you
Though caution comes in, love isn't the blues
Poetry is slow caress of each and every word
Like perfect pastels of my smiles, haven't you heard?
Poetry is alive like our rhythm without blues
It is vibrant, yet so profoundly smooth
Poetry is sun and moon in fullness of soft glow
Such friend favors everyone, wishing to grow
Poetry is starlight of joy in your eyes I see
It is spark I adore, when you're with me
Poetry is our stream of dreams flowing endlessly
It goes where divine might mingles with light, you'll see
Poetry is you and I in our silent orbs
Inspiring song, dance, and serenity.
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Sweet butterscotch dew dimples on the lips of daffodils
In flourishing fields fondled by four leaf clover
Each scant spikelet of small white blooms playfully pleasure
Rejoicing with fragrance within this meadow of elation
Full throated birdsongs from summer clad throngs
On painted wings twittering mimics to the joyful muse
Singing...I belong, I belong, I belong
Basking in the beams that blanket with golden warmth
Flittering, fluttering, tittering, shimmering butterfly wings
Catch the amicable air stream gliding to each flush of flowers
While the bustling boom of buzzing bees flaunt and flirt
With tiny tendrils and pistils laden with summer succulence
Marigold marshes pop aloud with a scented stinky snout
While the honeysuckle mingles and clings to save the day
Dragonfly wings scour the sky above the tadpole's glug and splosh
As caterpillars lazily race for the next bite on half-eaten leaves
The standing creek lies bogged with meditative stillness
As it ever recedes ritually to the shallows in the vaporous heat
Filching foamy froth for snapping turtles, water striders and snails
As it belches its murky gases from soggy bottom sludge
This serendipitous splendor of sensuous sparkling soulfulness
This symbiotic symphony of nature's stirring recital repeats
In the eyes that behold, the nose that savors, the ears that revel
The touch that embraces and the heart that remembers...
This Heaven on Earth - This Heartsong!
July 6, 2020
butter flies and marshes mellow Poetry Contest
sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann
An aromatic breeze
mingles fragrances of lilac and rose
with the spicy scent of your auburn hair
releasing whiffs of Balsama,
an ancient perfume Caesar gifted to Cleopatra.
My hand finds yours, and we laugh in unison,
our lips yearning to touch.
Time pauses in our bubble of happiness,
where love insulates us from reality.
And we absorb the moment,
drinking in the essence of our souls.
Feeling feelings freely shared,
we step through the looking glass together!
Your heart melds with mine
as we melt into each other's arms,
our lips locking
into a passionate, arousing, intimate kiss!
Our pulses start to race, and our hearts pound,
for we are physically and emotionally in sync.
But as love reaches beyond the moment, time resumes,
and we hold hands happily enjoying the gift of each other,
satisfied, enamored, and content, all the side effects of love!
(Free Verse)
May 1, 2018
this night
i sit immersed
in my thoughts
harrowed
and alone
the moon rises
full-bellied
across the sky
the stars glisten
then tuck themselves in
darkened clouds
i recall
hands that tucked me in
beneath covers
that seemed to shield
my childhood fears
i was afraid of the dark
and death alike
but sought comfort
in your arms
no longer afraid
of dark or death
as i became to realize
both are real
and there is
no escape
i feel the wind
brush against me
as the sky
lets out a tear
and it mingles
with my own
upon my cheek
i look towards the sky
see your hands
as they blow kisses
from heaven
towards me
and i find comfort
one more time
Nestled quietly down a dappled, tree-lined street lies the quintessential country porch—a rustic wooden haven holding court over the neighborhood.
Its creaking boards and cushioned rocking chairs offer the perfect front-row seat to the timeless, chalk-drawn squares of a lively, chaotic game of hopscotch.
The porch itself feels like a living, breathing part of the neighborhood. Wrapped in faded white railings and framed by climbing ivy, it is anchored by a pair of well-worn rocking chairs that have witnessed decades of lazy summer afternoons.
A pitcher of iced tea sits catching the amber light, while the scent of freshly cut grass mingles with the faint, sweet aroma of honeysuckle.
Down on the sun-baked asphalt, an enthusiastic crowd of kids is entirely absorbed in their game. The bright boxes are sketched out in neon blues, pinks, and yellows, providing a vibrant contrast to the soft, shifting shadows of the oak leaves above.
Cries of "One, two, skip!" echo up to the porch, alongside the rhythmic clack-hop-thump of a smooth quartz rock landing perfectly on square seven.
The porch serves as a quiet, protective audience to this joyful spectacle.
Neighbors might wave from the bottom of the steps, or perhaps an older grandfather leans against the rail, smiling as he watches the little ones spin and leap with untamed energy.
Every laugh and every stumble becomes a small, cherished memory for the house, turning the quiet street into a vibrant stage of childhood.
it is another day and I’m in it
seizing it or not is a choice
when emotions battle with reason
and the heart mingles with my mind
trespasses on the dark soul of ambivalence
motivated by apathy and restlessness
as I pull more weeds in my virtual garden
a couple of bees skirt around
the lemon-tree
suck what is on offer
and spread the good news
that life is what you make of it
my glance falls upon a single rose
lush red thorny
of impassable beauty
which reminds me
that nature has its way
of sustaining itself
and healing sorrow thoughts
as the petals unfold
their unique message
I take in the scent
and know that the aroma
is there for the taking
free at source and given
with unconditional love
Steep, sharp, split, and, as an abandoned architecture, weak
How I managed to get to its top, I truly don't know.
Fear, frustration, angst, awe, and helplessness were at their peak.
Over the sea beneath the cliffs, worn-out yachts slowly row.
On whom should I put my faith at this hour of nullity?
What a fool am I who could go up and couldn't come down?
Amidst tensions and terrors, thrills find no utility.
In the circus of existence, have I become a clown?
A tinge of pain and despair mingles with my loneliness.
Avalanches of aches fill and drill my physique and psyche.
I pray to Neptune, Najm, and Xama; crawl down in coolness.
Though well-drowned and dead in dread, I touch the fringes of Nike.
Each precipice venture is one's inner soul's exploration.
Midst the loss of self, there's divine identification.
Lagniappe
Wide plantation shutters open
With the laziness of
Summered streams
To blink against the shimmering reflections
Of brilliant midday
Dancing on the cobblestones,
Mingling
With the scent of summer lilacs,
Rising
With its bon ami
At the wedding of the dawn
and dusk,
When live oaks
stretch
across broad avenues
To join their hands in shady arches -
Stately guardians
Holding off the power
Of the sun -
Weaving lacy shadows
On the sidewalks
and wide boulevards
Where two sisters meet –
One light as morning
Amber eyes of fiery gold,
One with hair touched by the autumn
Dark eyes deep as midnight shadows -
Gifting lagniappes of affection in
Sweet bouquets of southern honeysuckle
And
Nosegays filled with satin daphne -
Shared in greeting,
Cherished in receiving
As summer's sweet perfume
Entwined about the roses,
Saved
In bands of yellowing lace,
To walk now arm in arm
Under eyelet parasols
Exchanging letters,
Wrapped in satin ribbons,
Strolling through
The winding lanes of secret byways
Sharing sweet beignets
In quiet cafes
In the ete afternoon
While a playful
Huckleberry breeze
Catches emerald ribbons
Floating
From the brims of summer straw hats,
Ruffling petticoats,
Lacy as the Spanish moss
Swaying in the eddies of the air,
Until the jasmined sigh of evening
Mingles with the rising dews
Of the deeply running river
To call them back into the twilight mists,
In reveries for yet another day.
In appraisal of Eunoia
O’
Eunoia—
The applause—
her intellect, her brilliance, her entire dialect magnifies, mingles, and her chosen magnetic select
Artistically echoes—the truth, the beauty, and her tranquil innocence
Ineffable—her devotion, unbelievable-her ideation
Admirably cherished and cheered by great intercontinentals—laudably chosen attention,
O’Attained affection: long through her enigmatic expressions
The Togetherness—
in unheard divinity and blessed brilliance—of beloved Muhammad Adnan
as profoundly pure since she stepped in art”—he, a divine lawn
through thick and thin, the affection whispers high at every dawn
“The Wordsmith”, “The Literary Lounge” and “The Journal of Transnational Literature”—emblem of Maan
The appraisals—
praise her laurels, whispers her in divine arena
brightly across cultures, fences, and languages
as the Doctrine—Ma’ Yongbo, Zhang Zhi into Chinese
and the enjoyable verses of Guan Garriodo in Spanish
Blink through the wonders of Dr. Miguel Leonardo’s FEMALPC
The lauds—
weaving through poetry, breaking up the barriers, letting it free
Dan Muwangi’s presence as editor, rushes all into a grandiose tree
living like Byeong Kang’s translation, Geum-Hee’s celestial recitation
With Vo Thi Mai’s precious— Vietnam translation
The Regards—
glitter and glint at Kujim Hajdari’s “All Together”,
roars and relish at Bhagirath’s “Global Change Maker”
and softly speaks at Nasir Ajaiz’s “Sindh Courier”
Blinks at Noora Salam’s “The Quill”— little brighter
The esteem—
mirrors and mutters at Jerry Langdon’s “Raven Cage”
in the Arabic echos by Tagrid Boumerhi in Al jihad-an amazing stage
and too in Ukrainian tales by Tetiyana, Bengali blooms by Md Ejaz—speak heavy range.
Over and overly trumpeting for the eunoia she possesses in her character by greatly glints.
Feel fond feelings
Words weave willing
Bless bright billing
Love looks lovely
Glimpse gains groovy
Claim charms curvy
Profound play primes
Touch treasures time
Rapture reaps rhymes
Trust truth timely
Deed drills deeply
Feel fine fancy
Drool dreamy day
Peace placates play
Speak solemn say
Heal hurting heart
Spread succinct start
Craft charming cart
Begin bold brief
Groans grabbing grief
Bless bright belief
Word wealthy wit
Hurl healthy hits
Frame flashy fit
Wear wild wonder
Touch truth tender
Please prompt plunder
Meet mingles more
Sweet stirrings store
Pride pleasures pour
Move mighty minds
Keep kitchen kind
Such savvy signs
Bear blessings bright
See sacred sights
Live limpid light
Dream dreamy days
Spread simple say
Choice creams cliche
Play precious poise
Create calm choice
Vibrant verse voice
Leon Enriquez
24 February 2015
Singapore