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Glimpse vivid show
Beyond word flow
Scent fragrance here
Joy ushers cheer
A deeper touch
Reveals so much
Trust truth to speak
Of sublime peaks
Yes you can know
Visuals that grow
Words break in jest
Soul flavours fest
As stillness comes
Let silence sum
Go through calm gates
To greet fond fate
Late is not late
To gracious fate
Be still to know
That endless flow
All that you know
Is just for show
Writes tell not much
Wise love floods touch
Charm wears a style
Watch joy flash smiles
Leon Enriquez
24 January 2018
Singapore
A lot can change in 10 years,
Especially in the reliability of your plumbing,
When it comes to flushing out your system,
In preparation for a Colonoscopy.
My first while a bit of a mission,
The pipes were soon running clear,
To the satisfaction of both doctor and colour chart
As instructions followed to the letter,
Liquid intake measured to the last millilitre,
All introduced to the pipes at the specified times,
Result, smiles all round,
The Doctor not late for golf,
The nurse not needing to check the colour first hand,
And the patient not suffering too much, for want of,
First coffee of the day.
Fast forward 10 years,
Pipes getting a bit rusty,
Flushing more of a chore,
Instructions still followed to letter,
But on arrival,
Doctors and Nurses faces sympathetic,
As more flushing required,
Colonoscopy on hold til colour of outflow,
Matching that on chart,
Now it was Drink,
Walk,
Go, but don't flush,
Ring the bell,
Wait for the nurse,
Repeat until colour match found.
After 4 repeat performances,
Success,
A matching colour found,
With five minutes to spare.
My first coffee of the day now in sight,
I say goodbye to those who, shared my plight,
Of drinking,
Walking,
Going but not flushing,
Ringing the bell,
And waiting for the nurse.
As I await my biopsy results,
I can't help but smile,
As I think about all the laughter,
And corny jokes that kept flowing,
Between flushes,
But then I guess you needed to be there,
Or have watched the Carry on Doctor Movies.
A good life is a life filled with friends
a life without bends
a life with God in it
a life with enough to eat
a life without hate
a life with an open gate
for good things and with good fate
a life where love is not late
a good life gives you a glimpse of heaven
it gives you joy and fulfilment
it changes your losses to profits
removing anger and resentments
a good life starts by learning
learning to persevere ,to strive and to be endearing
learning to love and respect both the young and the elderly
in others words, a good life starts with " family"
hold tight to your family, make sure you do
hold tight to the first key to a good life
hold tight to God ,the creator of a good life
and you shall experience how good life can be too
Feel fate
Stir a wild breeze
In a crisp squeeze
Not late
Feel light
Fling a bright shaft
More than mere stuff
Can sight
Feel wit
Race ever wild
From a mere child
Play fits
Feel touch
In cheeky face
Here in fond trace
As much
Feel smiles
Sneak upon gaze
As grin hurls maze
With style
Feel jest
Echo word play
In a brisk way
Of fest
Feel mood
Perplex odd fire
As will now sires
Fond good
Feel now
Child antics speed
Time in blunt feed
Yet how
Feel flow
Buzz weary time
In awkward chimes
That show
Feel grip
Of child-like needs
That demands speed
To sip
Leon Enriquez
08 December 2018
Singapore
In Solar Eclipse
By Franklin Price
8/21/2017
In Solar eclipse, the moon will block out the sun
Don't look without glasses, good solar ones
Will damage your eyes and the retina there
Make you go blind, if you continue to stare
Will be very dim when solar glass worn
Don't remove them when bright, or your eyes will be torn
When eclipse becomes total, so you only see moon
You make look with bare eyes, but don't look too soon
As soon as the sun sneaks a peek 'round the moon
Put the glasses back on, better not late than soon
Don't be a fool and think your eyes won't be hurt
I've written this poem so you'll be on alert
Each year I get a letter
To make sure that I’m not dead.
There must be other ways
To check that info out, instead.
It’s from the T.R.S.*, which holds
Retirement accounts,
Keeping track of teachers’ monies
In their varying amounts.
I guess that sometimes people die
And relatives or friends
Pretend that person’s still alive
To claim those dividends.
So I have to take a picture
Of my government I.D.,
Plus a photo of a newspaper
That’s being held by me.
The headline must be visible
To ascertain the date
And I have to sign a form that says
I’m living and not late.
With A.I. and technology,
It seems that such a shot
Must be easy for someone to fake,
But maybe it is not.
At any rate, I sent the forms
And hope when they arrive,
Whoever checks them out will see
That I am still alive.
*Teachers’ Retirement System
Journey Journal Page
ON A BAD DAY
By Leon Enriquez
To know the way
True purpose seek
As truth now plays
When vision peaks
Pique your own think
In fruitage ripe
The right verge brink
Hides in sad gripe
~~~~~~~~~
When people see you
In a bad light
Unleash and do
What creates right
In tint and hue
Your true colours
Paint and mint cues
In pure flavours
~~~~~~~~~
Your hue and cry
Creates new sights
For as you try
You find the light
When abuse surge
Upon your way
Glimpse your fond urge
Within fair play
~~~~~~~~~
Your wounds you hide
As you bear hate
Bury vain pride
Dare live your fate
They now conspire
To bring you down
To curb your fire
To cluster frowns
~~~~~~~~~
They say bad things
And point fingers
With words stifling
In harsh plunder
They smear your name
With plain malice
Put you to blame
In vile short list
~~~~~~~~~
They take you out
As vain pride cuts
With petty shouts
In messy rut
Here and there feel
Your fear ooze tears
To crush goodwill
As gall draws near
~~~~~~~~~
Here lies odd fate
As people hurt
Your placid state
With heaps of dirt
In caustic haste
They sculpt in blood
To render waste
As anguish floods
~~~~~~~~~
Look deep within
To your soul stage
To see unseen
Divine image
As you create
Your inner life
Sculpt your own fate
Beyond mad strife
~~~~~~~~~
Know then your peace
Lies in purpose
As poise knows lease
That you immerse
In the lost age
Fun-mirrors trace
Loss and vain rage
In time and space
~~~~~~~~~
Carry your heart
With faith and hope
For end and start
Live vibrant scope
Go deep within
To your soul core
To touch unseen
For love and more
~~~~~~~~~
Be at peace now
For faith knows hope
True love endows
To help you cope
The middle way
Offers pure choice
To live your stay
With vibrant voice
~~~~~~~~~
So style worthwhile
You focus here
Now frame fond smiles
As joy keeps cheer
The pain you feel
Tells of your fate
Put on goodwill
For love’s not late
~~~~~~~~~
On a bad day
Look deeper still
For dark times play
As light moves will
Do live your best
When times feel hard
Anchor your quest
Word verse dear bard
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
27 January 2024
Singapore
On this fond day
Love funds warm play
Heart to heart here
As touch endears
On this life quest
Love works the best
Joy in fine cheer
Tells of times dear
Here plain truth styles
Watch calm wit smile
Soul to soul shows
A precious glow
Look as fine grace
Holds time and space
Such is the way
Our journey pays
Now hand in hand
Hope and faith can
Feel touch lovely
Tell of beauty
Joy wears cheer well
As happy tells
Cherish not late
The cast of fate
And in the end
Glimpse round the bend
Rainbow dreams here
In lavish spheres
Leon Enriquez
14 February 2019
Singapore
Thou Shalt Love the Children:
A request from Panagiota,,,please?
You remember that time when
you were twelve?
How the world was blossoming
like a flower to you!
People loved you, just for for you.
Perhaps your dad was a physician,
Perhaps Mom was a musician.
Or maybe both were addicts?
Was that your fault?
Whatever they were?
What kind of age are we living in?
When we poets down 12 year olds
Of being born to certain men?
Or women, for that matter.
I guess being a grandmother of a
terrific grandson, age 12,
I am heartbroken when poets here
Use 12 year olds as the butt of
jokes.
Poets are not late night host comedians,
who will do anything for ratings.
I see poets here groveling for fame,
By destroying a 12 year old,
Whose done no harm.
Loathe the parents if you must.
Children? Never harm them with your
words.
Many of you have or had 12 year olds.
Please remember they are kids.
You don't need to love them,but of
Disrespectful words, please stop.
Panagiota Romios
4/23/2019
2:15 pm PST
Someone is such as stubborn
It's hard as a granite wall
One such hard pushing to it
Good luck, push hard enough.
What drive you to the steep
When no one else climb to it
Too hard to go against your will
When no one else does.
The mountain enthrall the heart
Adventurer interests to subdue it
Here comes the neophyte lover
Who only wants to satisfy curiosity.
Love is a measure to go beyond
When everyone fails to do so
Life is a perseverance you ought to make
To catch a firefly at night.
You're not late to have company
People take courage in a relationship
Make some noise to make you happy
Hear the Captain calling aboard a ship.
The sea is only for the brave
Who take courage not by chance
The horizon is endless but hopeful
For those who seize for their dream.