Long Mulls Poems
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Wit words well
Truth thrills tell
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Just joy juice
Niche nice noose
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Work words wise
Spread sure spice
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Here heap health
Wake warm wealth
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Live long lull
Cast cool cull
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Lift last light
Bless buzz bright
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Cheer charms chase
Proof primes pace
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Yes yields yoke
Plot prompts poke
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Note nice nook
Bright beams book
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Dance deep dream
Sense swift streams
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Meek moon mulls
Daze drifts dull
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Leon Enriquez
05 March 2019
Singapore
.
i
yesss i
whom you know
am not lustful
i
yesss he
who you know
i am decorous
yet
not so genteel whilst
mine mind mulls
beauty
i
yesss i
whom you know
titillates
for
your
please
and yesss
oh how please'd i become
when heavy
yourn breathe
tap
Life walks with death till final theme,
From that first breath to the last glimpse.
Just know that thief that steals to be,
Death holds a brief for all to see.
A face we know will be no more,
Death frames a show that hurts the core.
We gather here with grief set free,
Sadness mulls near for all to see.
Weary and worn the tired old soul,
By death is borne to estate whole.
Speak softly now fond eulogy,
Kind words tell how love came to be.
Say words of cheer to inspire all,
Love keeps life near where sorrow falls.
The finale is but a start:
Thus come what may, life lives sure art.
Leon Enriquez
04 April 2016
Singapore
Urge uplifts use
Live lasting love
Free frenzy's fuse
Align above
Go glimpse grandeur
Seek sure substance
Seek soul splendour
Discern distance
Do dig deep deed
Sing self-styled songs
Signs shelter seed
Life lingers long
Grab grumpy groove
Sense special store
Mind mulls mood moves
Grace grants galore
Brave bold belief
Do daring dream
Reap real relief
Thrust tender theme
Blossoms burst bloom
Cream curvy chimes
Real roaring room
Taste touching times
Dream dreamy daze
Love leapfrogs looks
Mingle moist maze
Browse bulging book
Weeping willows
Sweet scent swallows
Highs heap hollow
Taste tomorrow
Crisp contours course
Endings express
Clear charming cause
Charms claim compress
Leon Enriquez
20 Mar 2014
Singapore
Ink fuel in my pen
Set word fire at hand
Verse play mulls clear trend
Feel ignites mere words
Forge meaning now heard
Muse moves that swift bird
Indulge how thoughts dwell
Feelings surge to tell
Yes ignite words well
Word by word can stitch
Lines that fit new itch
Watch etchings flip switch
Sift bits that fit germ
As feel and thought firm
Splash a curling term
Spread a lyric trace
Jazzy feelings space
Riddle face in place
Heed the pulse of sounds
As feel and glimpse grounds
Swirl here round and round
Write then how you feel
Stretch words as charm thrills
Mix, mingle new will
Leon Enriquez
08 April 2017
Singapore
Ponded and becalmed after the downpour, lying in shining stillness, I reflect an earthly existence; above me newly leafed limbs, and beyond, the wild beauty of motley skies in the afternoon’s brightening quietude. On the side of a country back road, I daydream. As leftover clouds drift in light and dark moods across my mirrored face, I ponder the possibilities of ‘what ifs’. What if life had taken me elsewhere - to a different time and place, filling another space, in another form and shape? What if I had fallen soft as a summer drizzle instead, dressing spider webs in misty strings of mini crystal beads.. or had filled a rusty-relic watering can, left behind ages ago beside an ivy-smothered stump.. or maybe had been wind-whipped with a vengeance into a swollen river rough and ready to ride the rapids.. What if, I had fallen as snow eons ago and now was found deep in an ice core in Antarctica.. how exotic! Straying cumulus find themselves captured in my imagination as well as in my liquid looking-glass oval, and my thoughts stray back to the soothing smoothness of my present reality. I know my time here, though sweet, is short-lived; and so I set my pondering aside and decide to seize upon the moment with contentment in my tranquil state of repose.
placid puddle mulls
lost in reflections of clouds -
spring rains laid to rest
Susan Ashley
May 1, 2019
~Third Place~
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Wednesdays At Six
It’s my night to meet with Liz
To tell her “bout my private biz"
She mulls it over then tells me how it really is
You see it’s her job
To listen to me cry and sob
Imagine that…
She gets paid the listen to me
Most therapists say:
“Having a little anxiety attack?
How about some nice Prozac”
Or
Can’t sleep, feeling lost and alone?
“How about some nice Trazadone”
Or
“Manic Depressive? Feel like a Bum?
How about some nice Lithium”
Not Liz…
She gives appropriate drugs
Better yet she gives big hugs
Encourages me my thoughts to share
Teaches me to live again if I dare
To break free from loss and pain
Knowing from the truth I might gain
MORE FREE TIME
FOR BOTH OF US!
On
Wednesdays at six
Pat LeDuc
3/7/18
For Liz
I'd give everything to see her again on Wednesdays..miss her so much
Mind moves
Motives mingle;
Meaning mulls
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Primal play
Puzzles poise;
Pretty pace
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Notice noise
Nimble near;
Nurture noose
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Sell story
Sanguine stuff;
Stray streak
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Laughing loud
Lofty leaks;
Latitude
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Crazy cruise
Careless crooks;
Comforts calm
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Little logic
Lifting laze;
Looking loud
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Mystic moment
Meekly mild;
Massage motive
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Pregnant program
Pretty puzzle;
Poignant poise
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Ample apps
Asking apt;
Active ageing
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Lovely lines
Lust lingers;
Living lewd
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Tumble tells
True taste;
Tilting thoughts
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Effect earns
Embrace exit;
Etching entrance
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Corner cafe
Coffee cuppa;
Creamy choice
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Noisy news
Nasty notions;
Niche new noose
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Passion points
Postures proof;
Pleasant play
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Vivid voice
Value verses;
Volume vague
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Dying dream
Drizzle dilutes;
Death displays
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Nerves note
Nasty noose;
Naked noise
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Caress comfort
Cool charm cheers;
Crazy change charms
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Leon Enriquez
16 September 2015
Singapore
*Image of Loving One More by NS.
A Second Please
Aesthete equip upkeep spade, trowel, and watering pail,
Balters out freely, gagging unwantable, grit travail,
Chrysalism advents the righteous eyes and elaborates,
Dulcet forgivings a moment's lapse and recuperates,
Euphoria occasions the receptive hearts embrace,
Felicity's steadies champion the winner's showcase,
Gossamer delicate filter fuses genteel gazes,
Harmonize the Gospel's prophetic parallel phrases,
Iridescence spellbinds above looks and lost impressions,
Justifiable step courses the upright's discretions,
Kindheartedness inherently effectuates the blest,
Lissomeness affects the civilized privileged expressed,
Mellifluous genteel everflowing enterprises,
Nascent origins destined promise epitomizes,
Opportunity avails the well-intent fruition,
Pristine presents its presence post sadden sky emission,
Quintessential innates encryption of a paragon,
Resplendence fashionably enriches the noumenon,
Serendipity ventures impulsive ones they're future,
Tendril's tenacious virility thriving to assure,
Ubiquitously an omnipresence or internet,
Vagary ideals grant causality silhouette,
Woolgathering mulls the lowly, awakes the enlightened,
Xenodochy's hotel's hospitality meets heightened,
Yesteryear traces memories, remembrance reverses,
Zenith's a second, in Abecedarian verses.
2022 August 28
*HMS; 14 syllables per 26 lines.
Created are ears to hear,
Words for thought, wisdom to rear.
He that mulls not on what’s heard,
How will he wind way in world?
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Sanskrit Translation | 16.01.2026 | ear, hear, ponder, wisdom, world, quatrain
Note: Some quatrains called shlokas in Sanskrit are known as Subhaashhitams, words well-said. This one dwells on hearing/reading (hearing, because of the oral tradition in ancient India). One has to dwell or ponder on what is heard, think it through, understand it thoroughly, put it to practice and turn it into wisdom. If not, the bookish knowledge is not of much use. Transliteration follows:
Shrotavye cha krtau karnau,
Vaak buddhe cha vichaarane |
Yah shrutam na vichaareta,
Sah kaaryam vindate katham || Subhaashhitam ||