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Just imagine with a clear sight:
A certain mint you picture right.
Just see with mind that show you how:
Form firms in kind right here and now.
Just visualise with picture thought:
Watch form arise in factual lot.
Just know the truth that what mind sees:
Firm poise shows proof in form set free.
Just look to choice to make things come:
Style then clear poise to frame and sum.
Just look within your mind spheres right:
From thoughts unseen new form thrills sight.
Just for today, seek your clear truth:
Create your play to form wise proof.
Leon Enriquez
19 July 2017
Singapore
Tying the knot,
I thought sowed my soul.
Making me a better man,
But I discovered the lack.
Learning how to respect one another.
Loving another at the cost of loving myself.
Unrequited pain, a new form of loneliness.
The body exposing it through night terrors.
Ending with a big bang.
I rebirthed being alone.
In darkness He did his magic.
Cementing my non-negotiables.
Yet again I stand with another.
Uncomfortable comfortable.
Both of us with a checkered past.
Trepidation with hands on the wheel.
Wiser with a touch of grayscale.
A new kind of love we embark.
Both of us have probed for faults.
Scared of what seems perfection.
I stand with her having shaking hands.
And a fearful smile from my past.
I look over to see her response.
For once trepidation turns to tranquil.
She reads me like a book.
Caring where no one has before.
Nurturing my every wince.
The chips are landing perfectly.
It may take a lifetime of travel
but eventually you will
reach the undiscovered.
When you do
you will wonder
why it took you so long
to find this place
that was always so near.
You will see
that this great development
is expanding still
the way a construction site expands
both up and outward.
You will realize that you have been
building this place secretly
while you moved toward it.
For you are not just one worker
but One Creator, and you have
all the skills of the many.
It is even now taking shape.
Mansions and palaces abounding
some only half finished
some complete and astounding.
You will be amazed at how
amazing you are and always
have been.
Each time you close
your earthly eyes now
and rest at peace within yourself.
another shining city
complete with delightful gardens
takes new form in that place,
and that place
is where you are now
waiting to be discovered.
What are we?
Travellers caught in a life space -
souls through eternity?
Who are we?
People? Beings? Animals?
Our true nature is hidden deep.
Would we recognise our true self
in the hour of need?
Why are we?
Coexisting with each other.
Conversations, friends, a civilised
cup of tea?
Caged to the rule of law to maintain
society?
What will happen?
When nature reveals a new form of
human anarchy?
Do we seriously think that nature
has no power over the human races
longevity
Do we seriously think our future
grass will get greener when history
spells out humankind is built on
sinister yet tailored savagery?
Do we feel?
Do we feel a cold wind gathering?
Do we trap the beast of nature for
our selfish pitiful greed?
As natural as the water in the
deepest sea, we are as natural as
can be.
But this earth as seen it all before so,
so many times indeed.
Do we see?
Do we see that in the big picture the
life and history of humanity is nothing
but a tear drop in nature’s ocean of
ferocity?
Athwart swayed a raven 'cross land,
yon cliffs 'n' moist mountains anon 't danced
'til a callous Centuar caught her
'n' made mess ''f graces nature barters.
Ergo did sh' rhino's allure snatch,
'n' 'to confetti crushed sanity's hatch;
her new form "f rhin'cerous raven -
cloned contractions "f pain, wiles 'n' shudders.
Callous Centuar ergo tottered
'wards hankering hemisphere -
rusty raven ñ longer jocund;
jolting joy cramped b' pizzazz' dagger.
Felon fate caught rusty raven;
yore, she'd had nosy Nymphs cloven.
'20:08:01:10:29
Note:
a) of callous comeback.
b) Written apace with the Middle English lexis:
i) athwart - from side to side
ii) yon - beyond
iii) anon - at once
iv) ergo - then
v) yore - long ago
c) The following are used with no syllabic consequences:
i) 'cross - across
ii) yon - beyond
iii) 'n' - and
iv) 't - it
v) 'til - until
vi) "f - of
vii) sh' - she
viii) 'to - into
ix) 'wards - towards
x) ñ - on
xi) b' - by
First day on the job, co-worker confides
“Bullies here get rough.
When they call your bluff
you can count on me to stand by your side.”
Conversation thrives;
Contemplation drives
my curiosity to hear out Ben’s mind.
Many issues find our positions aligned.
Can I depend on Ben?
Long story he told, how his parents died.
The story towered,
pity he devoured.
Neighbors had raised him, neglect bona fide.
Imagination
defied foundation.
One colleague verified, “Ben invents the truth;
He lives with his parents still, well past his youth. “
Can I depend on Ben?
Last week, he boasted he’d gotten a raise;
deceit’s his onus.
“Twas just a bonus,
which we all got in a matter of days.
As auditor-clerk
he does top-notch work;
his skill in mathematics amazes me.
Yet how (and why) can he lie so blatantly?
Can I depend on Ben?
I will admit unfair apprehension
which causes me grief.
Could he be a thief?
Don’t want to be a source of contention.
Is lying a crime?
Truth will out in time.
I'm considering his vested point of view;
but cannot count any guarantee as true.
We talk, then I walk away from this yahoo.
Can I depend on Ben?
Fraud makes a fearful friend.
written May 17, 2018
contest: Gregory Barden's Qarinage, Any Topic (new form)
Flat pack Wobbler
Procured from mega shop, a straight-lined box amid a cardboard wall
Where jig saw chattels rise above the queues of flatbed wheelies
And underarm catalogues patterned with an iconic list of what they are
When the blocks are sequenced and affixed with laborious strife
A transformation takes place that gives the pack new form herewith
Long live the flat pack table and its tedious sway in frail chipboard
Seated upon upon a quartet of nailed on props that creak objection
It takes its varnished place in harmony with four bolted chairs that match
And for a while it serves to hold the plates and cutlery just grand
Until the careless etch of scratches weave marring patterns on its top
Forever to remain as though a work of scribbled art and wrinkled mess
No longer wavelets in the soup, a tidal wave is now the norm when the legs teeter
Today the food’s aslant and the drinks decide to slide and slither to the floor
The props have given way, they’re tired and now submit to glory
And the table returns again to flat pack with eternal gratitude
quartet of props
MARRIAGE
Marriage!
Who tasted,
repents
or laments,
regrets.
Who has not,
repents
or laments,
regrets.
Ultimate
Loser!
So, pity.
Partner
to choose
Just accept.
05/23/19
Second Place
'Charlieku New Form' Contest by charles messina
My muse is animated anytime I sit silently
Awaiting sleep stoically sliding into
A sacred onyx veil of poignant peace
as if it is my personal death angel
For we all yearn for eternal rest
Never knowing what we will find
Within the final moments of slumber
To wake again perhaps a curse
If you journey beyond this existence
Shedding earthly body gaining growth
Becoming light pouring into the universe
As I slip into the void of this endless black
I feel relaxed and soothed by a higher
Consciousness as a piece of a puzzle I fit
My rebirth from this body is like awakening
Silver stars guide me through a tunnel
Where my next journey awaits
I hear and feel ancestral heartbeats
My anxiety is peeled like an orange
The fruit of my spirit blends with light
I have only to submit to my calling
If I am ready for the next level
I gain a golden insight as I
Open the third eye and find
A rainbow of souls welcoming
Like neon ornaments on a tree of life
I feel love and fulfillment
I know it is only a matter of maturity
I feel the old world like sand on my feet
Feet that no longer have a purpose
As a new form I can submit to the
New existing light or I can wake up
And continue in the classroom called life
The gift of quietness, sometimes ignored,
may go unclaimed throughout our busy day.
Unless that time of stillness is embraced,
we'll miss our joy to share in the reward.
The gift of quietness- its silent song-
can play to calm our weary hearts and minds.
The empty silence spreads tranquility
to balance yin and yang where they belong.
The gift of quietness- its emptiness,
grants fullness of an aura without sound
that soon uplifts the spirit once again
to face our busy lives with happiness.
May 17, 2019
Form: (Only 1st and 4th lines of each stanza rhyme).
This may be a new form invented by Timothy McGuire and
given the name BOOKEND RHYMES by Andrea Dietrich.