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A whistling wheezing hamlet, whispering and emanating, tunes euphonic,
In a remote isolated valley, far-flung from the abode of the temporal,
Warbling quietly to whistle scads of tranquil cryptic songs;
Lying spasmodic, a sparsely inhabited mellifluous hamlet, Kongthong!
Not to hyperbole, a singing utopia, uncustomary to the core!
Where innate and mellow are the naive dwellers' rustic tinkling timbres!
A rover's riddle, the natives' pride, a unique heritage, their blissful strains!
Ringing with an ancient tradition of tune-giving in honour of the root ancestress,
Customary to the matrilineal surviving unknown folk of the thorp!
The chirping region's dispositions and practices outlandish, vague and obscure,
Primitive and bizarre, mere to merge with nature's absolute accord!
Voices buzzing in whistles, murmuring and chattering, lilting,
Arcane, pervading the virgin thicket of the sacred thorpe!
To entangle, passerby and wanderers in dream like metaphors!
Those magical murmurs in quirky tunes, mingling the breeze of the secluded hamlet, intoning own tinkles!
Blessed are the tuning terrain's offsprings, nameless!
Rared by ditties, hailed sacred by the clan's conviction!
Outlying, by the uninhabited enchanting wilderness of East Khasi Hills,
Sleeping quietly the untrodden, nature's lulling lullaby, the whistling Kongthong!
Yell! Immaculate and serene, the saga of their undeciphered airs, mumbling in exquisite ethos!
Inimitable and gripping to eye, how the denizens of the tribe,
Are crooning to dub and call each other by indigenous intonations!
Pitching and whooshing, to tune their melodic identities unique!
Whew! The picturesque terrain is tweeting, whooping, and whizzing!
Heaven! Bless anomalous nature's absolute pamphlet,
The ringing Kongthong, God's own whistling hamlet!
The tale now starts to fling enchant,
Let mind and heart surge piquant pun.
Seer of Greek lore strides in time lost,
Reminds of yore what foresight costs.
My eyes have seen the goddess bathe,
Spy the unseen this foolish knave.
Yet Zeus gave me sight in insight
To live more free than in the light.
Once I could see, now I am blind;
How could it be? this strange design.
I am a male cursed as female;
The telling tale forged and unveiled.
I Tiresias, blind seer and sage
Glimpsed all but fear till ripe old age.
I counseled kings who sought my gift
In sorrow's fling to tend uplift.
Wisdom can cure the ills of pain,
Yet it's allure fails my constraints.
I can give aid to those who find
Me to lift dread yet I am blind.
For seven years I was woman,
Changed to appear for offense panned;
Penance did bring a sensuous mind,
Yet bore offsprings for kin and kind.
Oedipus sought my advice then,
To ease vain naught to right attend.
Odysseus asked for a path home,
To bear the tasks, no more to roam.
Tiresias walks with blindness yet,
For poison talks in waters set.
Now in Hades, this seer of old
Strides still ready to speak so bold.
Mister Eliot did consult this gaze,
In Wasteland midst as chaos filled maze.
So you and I see spectacle
In weary sighs sans oracle.
Now tale is bought as fancy frees
That simple plot that helps us see.
Such modern times seem squalid pale
With awkward rhymes in frigid tale.
Tiresias gropes the underworld
Waiting to scope insights that swirl.
Sense new affairs that attend here,
Dense breathe of air can cloud our fears.
Leon Enriquez
17 December 2014
Singapore
PARROT PAIR
Parrot pair perching on branch,
thinking deep, also taking rest,
where to build a cosy nest,
both being devoted and stanched.
Parrot couple yearn for nestling.
In mating season coming close.
Natural ! Love with lust arose,
through hidden parental feeling.
Twigs, leaves, hay, feral grass to pick
as building blocks, materials ,
collecting all essentials.
Skilful birds to use curvy beaks.
Natural instinct of all species :
To survive through evolution,
caring, nurturing the young ones.
But birds do care for too short sprees.
Not guaranteed in coming year
will meet or mate same parrot pair.
Mating period: Season spring
is sure to greet lovely offsprings.
Is friendship like a funeral
Where cold frenzies are played out
Among friends of the darling years?
Neighbours protect themselves
In solid caves of ancient discord
Where offsprings are bred & armed
With deadly weapons of hatred!
Men linger here sad & tired
As in a land of the living-dead –
The drummers are like the dancers:
A shadow of their ancestors!
War-eyed fake & drudged intellectuals
Litter our paths of native mind
Bearing giant luggage of rumours
More fearful than real battles
Of castled Chauceric knights!
O in those far-away tenements
And squalors which house students
Many an empty ruse germinate
In a soil rich in abuses!
Two inmates fled from the night
To those hut-like structures
Where secret readings are enacted –
Then two lads for long cursed!
Men & women & kids linger here
In a small society born for love
Sensibility & contemplation & inquiry
Forsaken in cold rumours of wars
While sanity & love dwell in the grave!
Does hatred breed love & health & life?
The Oxford days are gone?
Form:
DEVINE PARENTAGE:
Praise be unto JEHOVAH!
The GOD who has no rootage,
And no one knows his lineage.
His holiness is basically not a heritage,
And His divinity spiritually holds a mileage,
Which is affirmed with a homage.
Praise be unto JEHOVAH!
The GOD who is a perpetual Mother...
A good Mother full of honour,
Whose breastmilk carries power,
Nourishing Her offsprings with brainpower.
Her eternal nurturing for them is without a cessation.
Her intellectuality is with perfection.
Her heart beats with compassion,
Forgiving them of their transgressions.
And saving them from destructions.
Praise be unto JEHOVAH!
The GOD who is an everlasting father...
A Father who really loves his children.
His heart is a fine accommodation,
Providing them food and protection.
He advices and motivates them with affection,
Making His fatherhood based on confection,
So that He chooses no to consign.
And in Him do the children confine,
As He makes their life so fine.
Yes,JEHOVAH is a Mother...,
Yes,JEHOVAH is a Father...,
His parenthood overwhelms.
And He rules in all realms,
Because,the universe dwells in his hands.
And with His rulership,no one can withstand.
simple statement of truth that Mothers do not age,
boundless love for offsprings one of God’s gifts,
tears they endure they never show,
hide hurt with hurried smile,
day or night, year on end, their service never ends,
next time when with mum do say something nice!
try but you cannot buy mother at any price,
Mum’s love doesn’t change with new fashion trends,
loves you same even you be vile,
do good, make her pride glow,
grey heir, furrowed brow as life creases and time drifts,
her love remains young let life flip its page!
For counsel and wisdom there is no one more sage,
will hold your hand, risk her life, when earth shifts,
will perk you up when you feel low,
her love like river Nile,
flows with joy inundating every nook and bend,
no love like mum’s that can a heart entice!!
3rd placement
Constance La France sponsored
A Little memory poetry contest
Written 01/01/2021
Rhyme Pattern ABCDEF FEDCBA ABCDEF
Note: the rhyming in first stanza ABCDEF, rhymes with second stanza rhymes, and third stanza rhymes. They are new rhyming words but not new rhymns (see my example poem, or contact me).
Syllables are 12/10/8/6/12/10 12/10/8/6/12/10 12/10/8/6/12/10
Over fury,over fright did she dwell.
Under strife,under shame: who can she tell?
Road thorned with scorn and mockery.
She was birthed as others were,
In honour,was she celebrated.
Stars of beuty twinkling in her eyes,
Tiled with radiance was her smile.
Ears set consciously like the brick,
Round waist, punched back,rolling like a steel.
Wealth was to her no problem,
Health,yet,was no problem.
Odds of nature in her found no delight,
Hacking her beautous qualities was this plight.
Animals have with what to feed their offsprings,
Diana had none,not even little and hollowed like a ring.
Night and day did she of this weep:
'Holy Lord,Let joy to me clip'.
Busty suitors had approached her frequently,
Roped in by the intensity of her beauty.
Elation had had her when they came:
'Ah! you have no breast?',all would say the same.
She has been living without a maiden's value,
Tell us please,what can we do?.
18:01:29:07:43
Modest woman moderate woman
Your inner beauty strikes me
Like the tongue of noble eloquence
More than gold even refined gold
Or our purged fulgent silver.
Black woman proud woman
Your pride is not haughty
But a humble pride of eaglets;
Your black eyes are so glittering
As the eyes of our dark rivers
Filled with messages of peace
That banish the broody turmoil
From those panting hearts
Of your foreigned offsprings.
Gentle mother diligent mother
Your kindness kindles the fires
Of my heart –
Your dexterity dresses
The table of our ageless history
And the thought of your being
– Oh kind mother! –
Makes the most delicious menu
For my heart.
I remember your naked feet
Fast and fair as a pigeon’s limbs
Treading the invisible paths
Almost covered by shrubs
Small shrubs misted by the prime mist.
I remember the wood from the wood
The water from the water
And manifold items from jungle alleys
Borne by your delicate hands
And upon your soft black-haired head.
I remember the constant match
To markets and to farms
And your bright face smeared with
The ash dust
Making you more beautiful
Than any woman whose feet
Ever touched the naked earth.
I remember those burdens
Upon your cheerful kin-souls
And babies strapped to your backs
Babes full of unspoken words
To unborn others in patient wombs
Waiting in an endless turn –
Indeed, mother is dove!
A black dove and a dark huntress
A hunter’s gift from the maker?
Mother is like a weaver-bird
Building a big foot-like nest
Filled with corn and warmth
A bundle of eagle-flight
Mother is dove
And the hunter calls her
The clan’s eternal dove.
Oh, mother loving woman
Gentle as our black horizon
To you we humbly come
From these far and lonely lands
Hoping to grace our love and beauty
Before that jealous grave
Makes her temporary feast.
Eat your veggies you'll grow up big and strong
That's what parents used to tell little boys
I'm wondering what they told dainty little girls
Must have used some other devious ploy
Like eat your veggies you sweet young thing
Boys will come knocking at your door
This underhanded method of cajoling offsprings
Was quite normal in the days of yore
The kiddies of today are much more aware
The Internet's where they get their facts
If you try to bombard them with the stuff we got
They'll look at you as if you're cracked
Time marches on in a time honoured fashion
Yesterday's technology is old hat
You no sooner buy the latest up to date gadget
When a newer version comes out topping that
When will this joy ride ever come to an end
Probably never so best get used to it
Keep eating your veggies it's still a good plan
Eating healthy will help you stay fit
I don't know what I am going to write
But I will write about synapsis
I have no idea what that is
But that is the word that comes to my mind
Do you ever write about something that you don't even know
But just let the Holy Spirit guide you?
I heard about this word when I was in school
It has something to do with mechanism for the genetic crossing over
That is when your gene is multiplied my friend
But what does that had to do with me?
A lot
If it wasn't for that you wouldn't be here
Save the multiplying for God, right?
Does God ever tell you to multiply?
Yeah in Genesis 1:28
"Be fruitful and multiply...."
And in Genesis 26:24
"Fear not, for I am with you and will bless you
and multiply your offspring for my servant Abraham's sake."
So how are you going to multiply if you are a homosexual?
I am not saying that you go and hate all the homosexuals
as God does not indoctrinate hate
God teaches us compassion and understanding
We have to educate them
Not to change their life styles
But to inhabit the earth
with their offsprings
Does God ever call them to do that?
God called everyone
And they are no different
Let's cultivate the earth
"Multiply and be fruitful"
Be a part of someone
Be a part of anyone
That is no
Lol
But just be a part, will ya?