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A Garden rejoices when it envisions colourful exquisite blooms everywhere filling the empty spaces.
Lush green grasses are the attire it adorns and flowers become the embellishers.
Even a sad heart would feel enlightened & placid by visiting flowery garden.
In my heavenly serene garden.. once I sat and admired myriad flowers widely seducing the butterflies and bees through its aromatic succulent nectar and pollens..
They were all enjoying their appetizing feast.
At the same time..
I also noticed a pink hibiscus bud curled like a baby not wanting to bloom,preferring to remain a virgin..!!
I keenly observed as the butterflies were trying to kiss the petals and black bees constantly humming tunes to arouse it.
The mother hibiscus did not bother
Instead kept preparing herself to wither as her time was over.
The tiny bud wrapped the petals tight, covered her face and thoroughly weeped cogitating about losing her mom shortly and simultaneously scared by her predators who were competing around to conquer her heart.
Witnessing the struggle there climbs a saviour ant with his warrior team to save her from the trouble.He reaches to stimulate the tip & guarantee her that she will be safe and consoled her to stop worrying unnecessarily.
In few minutes competitors flew away and the bud was free from fear.
Visitor ants said "cheers" and left .
Mother flower bid good "bye" and shrivelled..
As the little one slowly unwrapped her petals to look at her world ..
A tear drop, up from the sky fell upon finally to deflower her.
She being fragile, now bloomed to be the most attractive flower in the garden.
I stood up went closer ,smiled at the blossom captured a picture and conveyed my first good "Hi."
28-7-2020
Second place in the contest.
Note:Petal, buds, blossoms, bees, birds, butterflies!
Poetry Contest.
Sponsored by Silent One.
Metaphorically speaking, we all lost our virginity at birth
Born free, infused with ego poison, stifling innate mirth
Reality of pristine dreams replaced by myriad illusions
Conscience deadened, conditioned to trust delusion
We became akin to a dead man walking in stupor
Past regrets, fears of morrow, no childlike caper
Fierce winds of duality reinforcing false belief
Chasing desires fleeting offering no relief
Being thus transfixed in deep hypnosis
Became victim of our own prognosis
Habit patterns our mental prison
With head-heart disconnection
Feral animal in human form
Our soul began to deform
Limited by mind body
Labelled somebody
Shortened stride
Our false pride
Having fallen
We now awaken
Upon so choosing
By mind discerning
That the joy we seek
A fleeting sneak peek
Pleasure yields to pain
Self-serving desires slain
Body over time withers away
Brain cells too, dementia slays
This contemplation ushers silence
Wherein rekindles love of innocence
Aflame within heart, veiled from sight
Thought rested awareness feels delight
As nodes within, throb with bliss magnetism
Each cell of our form an electrified joy sensorium
Essence of our presence thus beholding in surprise
The dance of magic divine enabling the Phoenix to rise
22-March-2021
The bright lights of Paris have lost their sway.
The old ruins of Rome have crumbled away.
I’ve wandered through cities far and wide—
But, it's Venice where my heart yearns to abide.
My heart lies on in a Venice maze
floating among its waterways
where gondolas glide in salty air,
and it's romance that drifts everywhere.
I stroll over bridges that arch over canals,
laughing with friends and lovely old pals.
Where lights flicker their secrets sighs,
shedding blues wide aside in wavering eyes.
I love the bustle of St. Mark’s square.
The swirl of crowds, so free from care,
jostling along winding narrow streets,
savoring all kinds of on-key treats.
Every night is ablaze in a carnival gaze
Cafes alive with music, in a candlelit haze.
The art and the culture in myriad displays,
enchanting the heart in so, so many ways.
My heart lies on in a Venice maze
floating among its waterways
where gondolas glide in salty air,
and it's romance, that drifts everywhere.
At dawn, the locals are the first to arise,
gathering in bakeries under pale skies.
Sharing a coffee, warm croissant, and a chat
before drifting off to work, at this and that.
Ferries slip through the lightening hue,
whispering to rhythms we all once knew,
past the leaning palazzi in faded golden blue,
where time spins old tales in shadows all askew.
The living craft of blown Murano glass.
The art at a Venice Biennale's night class.
The iconic Venetian masks all on display
in the lovely culture woven into every day.
My heart lies on in a Venice maze
floating among its waterways
where gondolas glide in salty air,
and it's romance that drifts everywhere.
OLD AND NEW 3 : COURTROOM
On a throne sat a vulture
feathers preened in paisley silk
eyes red and drawn
heart tightened by trauma
skin thirstily drank almond oil
Ghosts in black gowns stood
around remembering privileges
past the ruffles, insulated by
a myriad rules crying ink
spilling verbs on cold
corridor benches
White rhino horned a metre
eyes flecked hazel fear
buttocks rippled castrated power
in Versace pants pressed by
servants underpaid, yet dancing
Blood numbered endless doors
coffee machine broken, judge
pasted a smile borrowed
from law school decades ago
onto a hand-painted t-shirt
Another drama of new estates
I wondered where the freedom
fairies were ?
©GhairoDanielsPoetry1997
While my thoughts roamed in mindless slumber
Caught in dream like shrouds
I saw what looked like a myriad colors
Floating seraphic enchanted spells
Chained on sweet invisible melodies
Stealthy shadows in the sooty dawn
Charm and beauty in collision
Frolicking sentiment
The trove that the eye could claim but never have
Yet I lingered through the labyrinth of mystery
Drank the moment like favorite ale
Snorting a laugh
Trying to mimic the creatures
While my movements lumbered into awkward desire
Had I wings I would have joined the hypnotic congregation
In affectionate song and dance
That only butterflies can render in their silent flight
A wreath of melancholy clouds sigh
Sigh beneath the boundless sky
The mavis sings upon my heavy head
Of delusion love and memories embed
Ah' distinctly now I remember-
Your cold arms of dure November
Caressed the veins of crocus flower
And the mavis sang upon an odd hour
We forgot an agony in somnolent days
And the coldness in ember blaze
We loitered down the moonlit shadow
Till the edges of brazen meadow
These two hearts throbbed in coyness
In a myriad stars with such loveliness
With such loveliness you adore
But who have known its not evermore-
Whispers the naiad closer the rush of stream
To let go of her who wanders within a dream
But how with such loveliness I adore
Who I have known her forgotten lore
And I have seen her burning blush
With quite cooing of dove in gentle rush
While my breath lure in her hearts within
My dream carols and smelt her jasmine
This weary beats and my dreamy eyes
Remembers the melancholy cloud that sighs
Music, Oh mysterious sprite!
Lift us to the seamless realms of delight
Your ubiquitous presence we feel;
In the hum of crickets
In the silence of the stars
In the falling cataracts
In the running streams
You are there in the roaring sea breakers
And under the swift wings of the wind
Come as subtle vibes to saturate our being,
Winding your way through every sinew
Enfold us in your rapturous hold,
Raising our souls to the magic of rhapsody
Paint intangible pictures in silence,
Creating a sensation beyond the reach of words
Let our souls savor the taste of ecstasy,
Daubing myriad hues on all ugly stains
Land us in the sequestered pools of oases,
As the blistering sands leave burns on our souls
Oh Music! Come and fill me
Soak me from foot to crown
Like a falling drizzle
Like a caressing soft wind
Like a marauding sensation
Drown me
In the subaqueous quietude of the sea
Levitate me through ether
And lift me up onto the borders of heaven
As you wander, my dear child grow,
Live fond wonder as warm chimes cheer;
Be brave, be bold as love meets flow,
Choice now unfolds true charm right here.
Forge mind and heart, my curious child,
Live peace that starts with happy play;
Be of good cheer with stern and mild,
Let bold thoughts steer your voice each day.
Seek silence where your soul knows peace,
Learn stillness there to groom your way;
Watch hope show how to dance warm lease,
Prize faith right now in gentle sway.
Keep a warm touch that anchors joy,
Be true as such with curious stance;
Learn to be calm as conflict toys,
Spread healthy balm in glimpse and chance.
Love keeps you strong to live finesse,
Dare to live long with purpose bold;
Walk your own path with genuine zest,
Learn your own stuff and bear the cold.
Your passion knows a succinct style,
Each action grows a lavish verge;
Love stays to ground each lovely smile,
Dare to go round with vibrant urge.
Life is a place where time meets space,
Here and now grace moves health and soul;
Discern and earn the face you trace,
Know as you learn to live one whole.
May blessings seed your goal and plot,
Dear child you need to be in-sync;
Be aware then of conscious thought,
Live now not when to cast fine links.
Watch life unfold in myriad ways,
Dare to feel bold to live with cheer;
Each step you take can fashion stay,
Love helps you make your now and here.
Honour truth well as grace shows how,
Integrity dwells with soul at peace;
Purpose shows you true pleasure now,
Action pays due to grand life lease.
Speed on your way in the clear light,
Frame your brave stay with ample fest;
Face to face greet such sparkling sights,
Live what you meet with bubbly jazz.
Leon Enriquez
21 February 2019
Singapore
long in the attic,
now unboxed,
treasure trove of
old Polaroid photographs;
priceless!
pulled from
the gaping mouth of oblivion.
one family album,
in particular,
sucks me into the vortex
of nostalgic memories.
instantaneously,
I'm spirited back
to my salad days.
ah, my youth...
an opulence of memories;
fun times with Dad,
and Mom, too.
oh, wow, a family portrait...
look at how young we all look!
questions, questions, questions...
so many rhetorical questions
flood my mind...
"who took this one?"
"where was this?"
"what became of some of these folks?"
"how many are still living?"
bringing a smile...
baby photos of mine,
a kindergarten photo.
bringing a tear...
photos of long deceased relatives;
I miss them so!
precious moments in time
I wish I could relive.
photos I haven't seen
since childhood;
many taken before I was born
hit me like a jolt of electricity!
some, faded
some, still vividly clear
i smile at so many young frozen faces
- familiar and strange -
smiling back at me.
myriad of emotions
on my face
as I rummage through
a dusty box of memories.
Lost verses here
Choke a brief cheer
Here as I sit
Watch iPad wit
Lines in verse strokes
Mix myriad pokes
Here for a while
Watch wind blown smiles
Words in brief dress
Hook thoughts from mess
Here in a daze
Words ponder maze
Ideas now breeze
Provoke to squeeze
Here by the gap
Wait on word map
Rhymes in stray chimes
Stretch juice in time
Here flash most brief
Prompt poignant grief
A stray intent
Brings odd content
Here words now trip
As fancy grips
Lost verses float
Away to gloat
Here I find me
Lost yet happy
Lost verses fit
Such hollow wit
Leon Enriquez
21 April 2018
Singapore