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In the noise of the perpetual commotion
Voice of hysteria feels touch of calmness
Serene sentiments sink slow unexpressed
In unreachable depth of the mute mind.
When the cacophony outside finally stops
The unsaid becomes the sound of silence
That goes where it finds the desired niche
Strikes softly the known chord of harmony
The voice rises to say what wasn’t yet said
From the depth of silence.
In chaotic space of crumbled relationships
Sentiments spiraled where they once grew
Many feelings act in the kaleidoscope show
In frozen depth of unfeeling heart hollow.
When the storm stops on the apocalypse
It becomes the sheath of stalled silence
That spreads where it finds wanted place
Invites there the simmering summer winds
Warm emotions well up the dormant feelings
From the depth of silence.
September 7, 2017.
A hornet’s nest buzzes within her head,
nails her down with stings of poison,
head reels, gyrates and spins.
Hated, reviled and bitterly denounced,
cruelly slandered and abused,
at the scaffold, she stands!
A vast sea of people before her;
flooding out into places
farther from the centre
stretching as far as the eyes could see.
The milling crowd hoots.....!
The blazing sun darts down arrows of splint.
Her sky has shrunk into the size of an umbrella,
but giving no shade
Even the elements bellow her annihilation
She wants to cry out for help,
but her mouth, stitched shut like a wound
She feels the nightmare of a helpless fly,
caught in the web of a spider
Within her, swelled grief like a river
What wrong did she do....?
On being washed down
through the stinking gutters of poverty
like a worm she tried to crawl up!
While all other doors lay shut,
saw one with open hinges giving her easy access
She found a niche,
painted her figurine everyday
in colours of others’ choice,
and danced to the pull of the puppet master.
The siren sounds announcing her death!
* * * *
She closed her eyes
Sudden was the transmutation-
Heaven’s fire was lit in her breast
God has heard her silent screaming
The angels of heaven shall soon escort her
to a heavenly hall with aureate roof and glazed floors
and the celestial choir shall ever resonate in her ears!
Nov.18.2022
~ Placed Second~
Pick A Title. Vol.33. Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Edward Ibeh
How fast time has flown past me I don’t know,
it has taken away my youthful glow.
I’m lonely in the old niche, dispossessed,
for the chick grew its wings and left the nest.
The sense of longing in my heart lives on
for my daughter, Dora, the only one.
She’s coming in Christmas time to see me,
I can’t express how much I feel happy.
My heart says, “a Christmas gift you give her,
something for the winter she will prefer.”
Sitting by window I knit a sweater,
I hear my mind say, “will she ever wear?”
My heart says, “I pour love in what you knit,
your warm embrace Dora will feel in it.”
As I knit my heart tells mind, “don’t worry,”
she’s still my little girl, she’ll be merry”.
When sad eyes sink at darkness depth to see
how and where tear drops you shed go to lie
in the niche of soul, still like the deep sea,
at the edge of scorched mind till they are dry.
Feeling of bliss comes out of smoke to dance
like rhapsodic cloud floating in a trance
in the silk blue of seamless sky’s expanse
where thrilled life spreads the wings of joy to zoom.
Tinged rays of new sun flash the face of doom,
in plants of wasteland rose buds once more bloom.
The scent wafts to your heart beating with glee,
fused with floral beauty it soars to sky.
From the heart sad stream flows beyond your glance,
rapture lights up the dark cauldron of gloom.
_________________
February 5, 2023
Syllable count : 10 per line (HMS)
Rhyme checked with RhymeZone.com
Contest : Fragmented Rhyme
Sponsored by : Emile Pinet
Alberta “Jean,” the different one was she
since her birth and among her family.
This redhead born of parents with dark hair
had felt herself an odd plain duck; in prayer
she’d kneel and on her father’s farm was awed
by nature. In the fields, she’d pray to God.
With fervent adoration for her God,
she searched for truth. A maverick was she.
She left her parents’ church, for she was awed
by teachings not those of her family.
The Gospel she discovered through deep prayer
dismayed her folks, as had her bright red hair!
Upon her birth, because of her red hair,
her folks had joked she wasn’t theirs, but God
would lead her to a new life. On a prayer,
she traveled west. A restless soul was she -
the one to leave her home and family
to find her niche; by her bold move I’m awed.
By all the things she did back then, I’m awed.
She joined the Navy. Jean, with bobbed red hair,
would meet my dad and start a family.
Great trials came to her. She called on God.
To go back home then was the answer she
was given after long and pleading prayer.
She had to leave my dad. I know through prayer
this answer came to her. Again I’m awed
because with us, her four small daughters, she
became a single mom. She wore long hair
up in a bun, worked hard, had faith in God,
and married someone else with family.
Eight children then were in our family.
My mother taught her stepkids about prayer,
affecting all our lives. Her trust in God
is never-ending, and we all are awed. . . .
She’s 80, widowed, and still has red hair
and goes out dancing!! Rare indeed is she!
With faith in God, Jean raised a family.
No need of fame has she, for she has prayer
and grandkids awed now by her still red hair!
* see about poem for more info on Jean
*I tried to make this one like a rhyming Sestina. Instead
of choosing just any six words to repeat at the end of
each line, I decided to use three pairs of words that
rhymed with each other. The position of the words
changes from stanza to stanza, but I think the rhyming
aspect still holds strong.
Written 2/13/12
Today her hair is salt and pepper and she just turned 89!
For the 'Mother -' Contest of Constance La France
Be beyond blame
Niche naughty name
Free feisty flame
Speak sensuous spice
Nurture notes nice
Pay pretty price
Rest rustic rote
Notice new notes
Voice vibrant vote
Surprise streams space
Glimpse glowing grace
Touch tensile trace
Muse makes music
Toil treats tactic
Mind moves magic
Worth words wise will
Style savours still
Feel fancy fill
Ply playing pun
Free floating fun
Rich river runs
Private plot plays
Speak sanguine say
Word wholesome way
Bright blessings bloom
Gracious grip grooms
Better buzz booms
Live lovely laze
Don dreamy daze
Cheer clever craze
Ask apt achieve
Brave bold believe
Court clear conceive
Touch trendy takes
Maze minding makes
Such shifting stakes
Leon Enriquez
28 January 2015
Singapore
in cacophony continuum
incongruent noise draft navigates
the decibel waves
beyond the fringe of discernment
n u m b e d
while the sense of frenzy
feels the quieting caress
f o r l o r n
of still calmness
as the halcyon emotive sagacity
sinks slow in hermit serenity
u n e x p r e s s e d
in the remote impulsive recess
of the mute mind
i n s e n s a t e
disparaging dissonance
finally fades away
in the twilight zone
as the vibrato of the last spectrum
echoes in the sonata of solitude
finds nascent niche
t r a n q u i l
strikes reticent concord
s e n s u o us
in the concerto cord
of the harmonic harp
as the taciturn voice of essence
serenades the lilting lyric of the last mile
in the sanctum of silence
s e r e n e
(Dedication: For Clara and Michael)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Wear wisdom well in time and space,
Embrace and dwell love's happy face,
Dream that fond spell with charming grace;
Dance in the light where joy sets free,
Ink stains prompt sight of ample spree,
Now set thoughts right to simply be;
Glimpse happy here that knows the way.
Ask for good cheer to live each day,
Note plain and clear fine worth that plays;
Nurture grand style in affluent reach,
Instruct fine smiles from each to each,
Value worthwhile moves love's sweet niche;
Endow your time as grandeur mints,
Rich moments rhyme as echoes hint,
Sense vibrant chimes spread sparkling tints;
Abide your face with precious more,
Reap warm embrace in poignant core,
Yield lovely grace as journey spores.
Leon Enriquez
19 July 2017
Singapore
While outside nor'easter
howls like banshees
vents temperature dips
into low double digits
fire breathing friendly
dragon (cue Barney
purple dinosaur)
crackling hearth,
yours truly snuggling
close proximity warming,
thawing, quelling...
cockles and muscles
atavistic visitations hover
brushes within subconscious
purring, mew zing catacombs
kickstarting, harkening,
dawning... *****sapiens
lion eye zing forebears
dormant memories thaw
predators vastly outnumbered
scattered goo goo dolls,
and beastie boy bands
recherché representatives
toehold barely latched
precarious niche easily
activated evolutionary quirk
imperceptibly bumped uglies
begot robust progeny
offspring expanding comfort zones
penumbra expanding edge of night
dark shadows receding further
outer limits of twilight zone
phantasmagoric shifting shapes (hint...
think Plato's One Republic)
phantasmagoric shifting shapes
alluring, beckoning, daring...
establishing, foraging, growing...
harvesting, invoking, jabbering
kowtowing, livingsocial,
matchmaking (ha)...
now lemme zip forward
bajillion years circa 1970's
British comedy troupe
nudge nudge wink wink,
know what I mean courtesy
Monty Python's Flying Circus
rollicking humorous sketches
oft times tackling primal urges
proto humans initially verbally grunted,
where guffawing laughter
rewarded survivalist basic instinct
temporarily staving rabid
quivering premonitions outside
creature comfort boundaries,
whereby Geico Caveman
will remain till... dis ember
by George thoroughly appetizer,
viz good chilled wren plus
pheasant under glass
burns away hunger pangs.
The moment comes for sad farewell;
A brief song sums goodbye that tells;
Feelings go numb with parting spell.
So much of art in lines that speak;
Words from the heart with ebbs and peaks;
Space and time part in groans and tweaks.
Days in the sun where time unfolds;
Nights on the run in dreams untold;
Jest and wit pun in hot and cold.
Words tell a tale of fond fine verse;
Hope sparks a sale in faith once terse;
Love now avails what kind peace serves.
This journey here is but a flash;
A certain cheer marks a bright dash;
Pulse now must steer a lovely bash.
Verse weaves a glow in simple zest;
We come and go much like the rest;
A sanguine flow in gainful quest.
Here at the gate the weary pass;
Each to a fate in looking glass;
Set on a date in sacred trust.
Our ample daze is but a test;
Our problem craze brings out the best;
Our hidden maze forks out the rest.
Go now in peace as journey trends;
Go bring new ease to dare attend;
Go find increase in moments grand.
Farewell my friends from way back when;
Farewell to spends of now and then;
Farewell to blends of wordplay stand.
Here words can niche a sacred shore;
Find moments rich to word some more;
Write to dare reach with verse galore.
Press on and write to dare now share;
Ply witty cite to show you care;
Prime each new bite with more to spare.
Thank you so much for this sure stage;
Poise frees as such a poetry page;
Voice must indulge soul from life's cage.
The moment starts and ends too soon;
Watch cryptic art word pain's high noon;
Now mind and heart hurl a fond boon.
Leon Enriquez
29 December 2014
Singapore