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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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Leon Enriquez
27 January 2024
Singapore
I thought I had grasped it once, like the Arabian myrrh.
Then it started fading like dew before the morning sun.
Legends say that the musk of a deer dwells within its fur.
Ignorant knowing or knowing ignorance is soul-spun.
A tinge of infidelity is pleasantly blended.
Though it provokes the spirit, its toxin brings dizziness.
Our inquisitive questions, like childhood tales, ended
Our feeble thoughts, words, and deeds have been filmed with flimsiness.
Those little surprises with which we won each other's hearts
Those syllables of sensitivity that we uttered
Those thrill-filled waits to share our meals with flavours of all sorts
Have quietly demised as in slow death, mind gets fluttered.
Come, love. It's not late yet. Let's leave those nightmare memories.
Let's set new goals. Share. Care. Let's fill our hearts with mysteries.
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
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
Here by these gates,
I wait not late;
Love ushers fate,
A fresh clean slate.
Stillness funds ease,
Deep silence wakes;
A certain peace,
A lovely stake.
Time takes deep strides,
I sync with chimes;
Truth moves my rides,
In oozing rhymes.
Silence wears poise,
In profound choice;
Love bears all noise,
Truth brings calm voice.
Sometimes I hear,
A voice that hints;
Silence endears,
A poignant mint.
It’s strange to say,
Silence speaks well;
Journey each day,
Feel stillness tell.
I set my sights,
Feel beauty bright;
Seek that sure light,
Know my soul flight.
Leon Enriquez
20 December 2017
Singapore
*Image of Night Images by Pixabay.
The Challenge of the Night,
'O Challenge of
the night spilt love,
thy fruits consumed me whole,
You wet my lip,
my heart did sip,
and bore from this my soul,
an aimless spry,
dare naught I die,
to get, ere this, my goal,
yet wraiths fingers,
clutched and lingers,
from my life why they stole,
'twas this here bottle,
caused unsubtle,
but it's only Sheol,
it's the effect,
mimics affect,
constructs a pricey toll,
varmints festered,
losers pestered,
Banshees are allowed to troll,
let's also talk,
and drink and walk,
way down the rabbit's hole,
(Hm?) seemed awake,
mayhaps not late,
back up, let's take a stroll,
(Ah!) that you miss,
but you're amiss,
all night, you're on parole,
here, I ne'er was,
you and your cause,
you were just sole on sole,
opt for reprieve,
lest you deceive,
reprise the Chalice role,
so sober up,
my bitter cup,
take a rest up that knoll,
beds of clovers,
best makeovers,
back to life makes the poll,
an o'er worked man,
loose tie, demand!
home fighting on the roll,
"Play it again,
Sam, entertain!
A challenge, my bankroll,
into the night,
savor delight,
now let angels console,
while Bacchus fruit,
makes repeat mute,
Challenge joins a black hole!"
2022 January 20
I have my ticket for the train that's to come.
I packed my bags just before dawn.
I hear the train as it's whistle blows
lots of people here with places to go.
I stood on the deck of the station's gate
smiling because for this trip, I'm not late.
I haven't seen mother, since I don't know when
and Dad's rosy cheeks and dimpled chin.
The train pulled in and the ticket master calls
Line up everyone, luggage and all.
I hurried my way to the front of the line
for I wanted a window seat for the view of
the next 100 miles.
Once I was seated and the journey began
I realized how much I had missed the country
side and all I could do was grin.
The sound of the engine and the way the steam
rolled, made me feel I was getting closer to home.
The smell of fresh bread from the diner car did
my nose greet, so I went to the diner car for a bite
to eat.
The colors of the trees and barns, painted lovely
pictures full of charm. A long journey it sure was
but seeing my family again filled my heart with so
much love.
Hours of travel finally did pass and the Conductor
called out to the passengers at last.
"Old Grove Landing just up ahead, make sure you have
your luggage as your journey has come to an end".
As the train pulled in, Oh! what a site, three smiling faces
waiting for me that special night. 1/16/2015
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
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
(Dedication: For the people that
I went to school with, Class of 1971,
SJI, Singapore.)
This Acrostic poem reads:
"SJI Our Class of SeventyOne"
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So many years have flown away,
Joy streams right here as dawn flings play,
Ink stains once clear hark to old days.
Once way back when school days did tell,
Urge of bright dreams forged pursuits grand;
Rich moments then brought fond ground swell.
Choice in swift streams each did attend,
Life spoke to each a purpose sure,
Apt voice did give to matters bright;
Sights within reach in impulse pure,
Such poise to live vocation right.
Opt thus to be your poignant fate,
Free will to fund the flight of flair.
Sought just to see early not late,
Each to greet fun in vital air;
Vet now the years of toils and cares,
Enlist and stay the course and path;
Notes that endear our crucial fares,
Touch well and pray with work enough;
Yield to love's call as hope works maze.
One by one fit to mellow cheer,
Now sweet and gall bring happy craze;
Embrace fond wit with fest right here.
Leon Enriquez
29 July 2017
Singapore