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DAWN LIGHT
Dawn light sparkles with crimson rays,
My eyes marvel at brand new day;
Look to the East where all things start,
Confront new feast with cheery heart.
Dawn light sets free new pulse and zest,
My soul finds me on a bold quest;
Look deeper still to find my way,
Seek to keep will ready for play.
Dawn light speaks clear of harvest boom,
My heart now cheers blossoms and blooms;
Look deep within to sense a fount,
Plot win unseen as style now mounts.
Dawn light spurs moves in cast of light,
My mind lines grooves in-sync with flight;
Look beyond things to journey quest,
Prime playful swing to rapture zest.
Dawn light hurls joy with time to dance,
My words employ a glimpse of chance;
Look to this day to spin and weave,
Play funds grand pay to front fond gifts.
Dawn light flings time to take my time,
My life hurls rhymes to echo chimes;
Look to the East to these firm shores,
Strange Merlion beast for spice and more.
Leon Enriquez
23 Mar 2014
Singapore
a shipmaster in love
The boat that left at sunset didn't have red sails
but fading sunlight painted grey sail red
even though the vessel was not going to China
not this year or any other year, the Oriental
wanted to know why he lost two wives
in, the short span of seven years
His third wife sees the boat disappear from
the safety of her verandah she doesn't like
a vessel moves and stays at home
She is secure, and pregnant, a feat his other wives
managed, hence that's why he sold them to
a bordello in Tashkent
the boat is a brigantine made of Canadian wood
the timber has the habit of groaning when
sails have no wind and days appear longer than
when a storm is brewing
The captain has a shopping list for his third wife
gave him, about buying figs in Sumatra and
coconuts in Congo, the captain smiles, his wife
she has never seen a map
One
There was only one,
worm in the can.
He was all alone
but knew his fate
was sealed.
Born and bred to catch fish.
Alive for a reason,
and a purpose.
Fate, to dance at the end of a line,
and end his time
on this earth.
How?
As breakfast, lunch,
or even dinner.
Sadly too small for any
of the above,
more than likely just
a snack.
Fate is fickle
the man drops the can.
The worm has been given
a reprieve.
Wiggle and giggle,
he moves toward freedom,
and a chance
at living another day.
The fisherman cheated
out of his catch,
by an accident.
The worm,
happy to have been
given one final opportunity,
out of a thousand...
and joyous at his success
in the end.
“And the proud dreaming king who flung the crown
And sorrow away, and calling bard and clown”
—W. B. Yeats (The Secret Rose)
Yeats rambles on; and I say rambles;
I can’t make heads nor tails of much;
But imagery invites me to lie down
On a Celtic blanket, close my eyes
And listen
For the lips to alliterate, make love.
“And the proud dreaming king…”
My ears navigate the waters…he’s proud;
He’s dreaming; he’s king. I float
On my back; danger’s near, I might sink;
How so? I lose my bearing…proud…
Dreaming…king. I’m lost in the middle;
It is my beginning. I lose my mind:
“…who flung the crown” I’m pulled
Into the dream…the jewels of the whirlpool;
Big glowing diamonds, rubies and gold;
Only the rich long to drown in such. Cease;
Be silent, until I prepare myself for more.
I tender my glass of red,
Watch it sparkle,
Circle,
Slide into the sea,
Then I slowly sip,
Sip, sip…Yeats moves his lips…He commands;
He’s the conductor. He reads the last line
One more time, for effect. I sigh,
Lean in for more. The blanket of
His arm around my shoulders.
“…who flung the crown and sorrow away”
I could meditate on this all the long day.
…and calling bard
And clown.
The mind goes wild like a frenzied crowd.
The song reflects like a deep pool.
The sunset's a floating gemstone.
Melody moves me then oh so slow.
The fresh playing of instruments.
Strong voices sing the inspired songs.
Young women dance on the sidelines.
And the young men watch them closely.
A solo guitar plays the lead.
Other instruments soon join in.
The energy is powerful.
Then they all end at the same time.
A lone saxophone starts a sweet sound.
Then the music fades and people leave.
All in a single mind they move.
Eyes meeting and smiles matching.
The moment's somehow expanded.
There is momentary fanfare.
Every Eye a body camera.
To lend to future descendants.
To honor times when love ruled.
When love is what was important.
For it's what would open the door...
The door to our forgotten dreams!
7/20/21
I thought I knew this world of ours
A rolling ball in blue
Of beauty rare yet a place where hearts
Can break.
To view one instant of spring or fall
Or winter days and nights
or bask in summer’s evening light
is to touch illusive time
Clothed in green and awesome colors
Of streams and mountains high
Treacherous cliffs and winding roads
An abstract art in time.
Yet when the shell is shattered
One views between the cracks
A startling side of this world
Emerges in grand old style.
In between the cracks I spy
another place and time
Still on this earth yet in between
A place of endless time.
Where mountains float and oceans hum
Birds squeal with sheer delight
Trees perpetually evergreen sway in eternal light
Mesmeriziing those with eyes to see
while hearts quiver at the sight.
Silent Beings of color and light
Glide gracefully on high
Immersing one and all in tender light
And love’s unending bliss.
Vivid colors, timid hues of translucent flowers
Fuse in awesome splendor against a backdrop of dazzling light
a powerful energy and force that mold to oneness
All that moves.
Where is this place I wonder,
This wondrous world apart
Where pain and tears are strangers,
though the heart wonders the spirit knows
that this indeed, must be Heaven.
Boys carry their snow sleds
up, up
to the highest peak
scaling risk
their voices pitched
chattering noise of expectation
frozen giddiness on snow packed hills
boys belly flop onto plastic sleighs
bubble-headed jauntiness launches them
lunging down, down
bewildering "swish" of speed
smashing white drifts
projectiles scattered
boys tossed in snowbanks like pizza dough spinning
baked together in joy
pushing the balance of extreme
runs repeated
brash, blunt, bold
epic span of freedom
ignoring downfalls from ill timed moves
in a lost sense of direction
gleefully tired
snow flecked
boys wheeze the icy air
make their way home
their talk clotted with bravado
beneath it, the unspoken promise to never tire
of boyhood
in twilight, the slopes gleam
gouged by sled marks
that clear a path for growth
targeted direction
and if boys fall from the path
are there souls
who'll notice?
when ruts threaten
when sleds teeter
in unruly spaces
Poem composed February 2, 2022
*NO LOVE FOR LAZY MAN*
If no food for lazy man
Should he still be loved
The night covers his nakedness
But daybreak is his worst enemy
The sun is never good on his skin
The rain makes him shiver
He's got a tender palms not good for hoes
The work skipped by his hands
Right in his heart he makes up for
He may not lift a stone with his fingers
But his heart moves stretch of mountains
Good things of the world he desires
Names of oldies and newbies found on his tongue tip
He speaks in fables of wealth
Wealth that holds no sweat
He plans on spending fortune he's never earned
A palace he is going to build
He wants maids for his queen which he has not wooed
He speaks of love like a moon tales
The riches brought by the desert whirlwinds
He speaks of a castle to build
Though he's yet a land owner
Choices and traits of his woman
He brags about a lot
Women he wants to love
I guess with mere words of his mouth
The teens are leaving in numbers
Our friend is yet to choose
The virgins are opening the seal and shedding the pure blood
Our friend still dreams of his wishes
No love for lazy man someone please tell our friend
You cast no grains nor plant any seed
You set no trap nor cast a fish net
You sell no tuber nor plough the land
The rain is gone no basket is filled with fruits
The merchant are here
No exchange have you made
The grayhair have doubled
The youths seem to bow for you
When the kids call you father
You know you made no zygote
The sunrise is about to set
Another season gone with no harvest
Still the same stainless palm
If no food for lazy man
Just you know, no love for lazy man
*Conceptual FM ???*
O Death, Thou Art Mild
(sustaining light of invisible sparks)
A candle leans
where shadows softly creep,
Its flame whispers secrets
the dark must keep;
It shivers at
the brush of lightest air,
Like laughter caught
in corners, unaware.
I rest my fingertip
against the glass,
Warm—yielding—pulsing
with what I cannot grasp;
Within the veins,
neurons flare and gleam,
A choir of sparks
that move like a dream.
Across the table,
a glance is lightly thrown,
A cat stretches, yawns,
and claims its own;
Even the small,
the fleeting, speaks the truth:
Energy endures
beyond the bloom of youth.
The flame leans forward,
flickers, bends, then stills,
No taller than a thought,
yet vast as hills;
Its trembling light
pervades the quiet air,
And something in me
stands aware, laid bare.
O foolish Death—
though thou barest sharpest tooth,
And rend’st the flesh
as though all being lay uncouth;
Still I stand amazed,
not defiant, but made mild,
Knowing myself an airy thing,
ethereal—unbitten, undefiled;
No canine of oblivion
may bruise what has no bone,
Nor tear the breath
that was never alone.
Each heartbeat, neuron, breath,
and whispered sound
Moves onward, folded
in the world profound;
A brush of sleeve,
a glance, a laugh half-shared—
These tiny sparks
reveal the life we dared;
The vast is mirrored
in such human ways,
Where eternity resides
in ordinary days.
Folded, folded—
currents thread unseen,
Through fingertip, through gaze,
through morning green;
All that flickers,
all that lives, flows on and through,
And life persists
in subtle acts we do.
So here I stand,
while candlelight persists,
Its tiny flame
a witness to the tryst—
Of mortal fear
and endless energy—
And in that quiet, fleeting moment…
I am free.
1.19
“Just as a mirror exists
both within and without
the image reflected,
the Supreme Self exists
both within and without the body”
1.20
“Just as the same space exists
both within and without a jar,
the timeless, all-pervasive One
exists as Totality”
Our mandate
In stillness sedate
Is not knowledge vicarious
But direct knowing sagacious
It may be affirmed
As of our knowing confirmed
That He Himself in our heart resides
As well as in all space outside & inside
The knowing thus not by any doing
But by Divine grace the vision so bestowing
By a boundless loving osmotic percolation
Within & without form in our meditation
Our form has grid lines along which energy moves
No doubt wondrous as it pulsates through these grooves
Yet the heart centre alone is unfettered & free
For from therein God Himself graces us in continuity
(19-August-2019)
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Verse revisited on 23-October-2021
The starting point is to rest mind
Ego recedes, leaving thoughts behind
That that remains is a stillness continuum
Consciousness aglow at mind-body sensorium
Whereupon we meld with the bliss current
God’s boundless energy omnipresent
At the optimal time, touched by His hand
We become the oneness itself to understand
That God alone is, in-dwelling each form
He is the life as magnetic heat warm
Both void and manifestation, His essence
Our innate aliveness, in truth is but God’s presence
Clear truth known if we become a rippleless lake
When head-heart align with love, we awake
Our earth life purpose is then fulfilled
Bliss and wisdom within instilled