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It's a voice from inside, that hopefully will let you know
Telling you its side, as its weight begins to grow
Over and over its case it keeps debating reminding you of when
And even after finally abating still reminds you now and then
Some have voices that are loud, and some voices are no longer there
Some are tedious and proud and yet others don't really care
But this voice is truly you saying what in reality is fair
And so this voice is true as it is your own essence bare
Advice you should heed or maybe it too will leave
Forget avarice and greed oh how easily they can deceive
So now you face this choice of who you really are
Knowing listening to this voice has always keep you on par
And even now it is speaking to you reminding you of your past
Saying what was really true in a life that has moved so fast
Only having your interest at heart and telling you from day one
Be careful in all that you do for from me you can not run
Walk your own talk
Live as you walk
Dare to be you
In all you do
Bear with each risk
Live each day brisk
Dare to live free
Bear your own spree
Cast your own spell
Word your own tell
Quest for deep sights
Do what feels right
Each day live poise
Dare live your choice
Face thus each fear
Feel your heart cheer
Live good and plain
Love beyond gain
Joy is but grace
That lights your face
Here space and time
Wait your own rhymes
Dare live on par
As you go far
Breathe stillness grand
Be a true friend
Leon Enriquez
30 September 2018
Singapore
Somehow... the world can seem so small at a time
Sometimes... how time can seem so long and slow
Someways... the road can seem so distant and behind
Somedays... a past can seem to keep the future cold
I need to find a way out or do I?
Yet...need I that way out in the first place?
With a lifetime questioning the why
I’m only to feel that a lifetime isn’t enough to chase
There is no end or has to be no end in what we do
We are unknowingly keeping one another alive
We have too much humans to make a small you
And too much humans to make a big jive
To find a way out is to know how in you are
Where rights and wrongs are oddly wrong and right
The world we share will never be on par
Living and growing only where one might
The world can seem so small at a time... somehow
How time can seem so long and slow... sometimes
The road can seem so distant and behind now
A past... our past we can only seem to rely to find
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Genre: life
Song: The Confines Of This World by Lucy Rose
I seek to know
A game that shows
Here in good time
I sync fond chimes
Now in this space
I meet my face
Each moment brings
A touch that springs
I get to see
Truth paint beauty
I let thoughts come
As intent sums
There is a touch
That tells so much
Be still my heart
Watch soul impart
Let mind be clear
Love feels no fear
My path now sites
A poignant write
Wordplay in verse
Thrills wonder's thirst
Love shows the way
To live each day
Keep body fit
To match fond wits
Peace of mind knows
Charm that now glows
I live by grace
A happy face
Blessings rain well
Just where I dwell
I journey far
With love on par
Heed a wise jerk:
I pray and work
Heart words fine play
My quest this day
Seize simple airs
In succinct flair
Joy funds good cheer
As love endears
From dawn till dusk
Love's scented musk
Leon Enriquez
20 July 2017
Singapore
Be daring then to face the truth;
Keep faithful span that frames fine proof.
Be steady now when thing turn bad;
Keep calm somehow and deal with sad.
Be of good cheer when sorrow comes;
Keep faith right here to square harsh sums.
Be of sound mind to handle stress;
Keep poise most kind to clear life's mess.
Be light of heart to bear with pain;
Keep steady art and focus plain.
Be wise of sense to face all storms;
Keep charming tense to dare all forms.
Be who you are to breeze all cares;
Keep joy on par with wear and tear.
Be happy then as seasons change;
Keep up with trends that trade life's range.
Be on your way with heart that knows;
Keep conscious stay on mindful flow.
Leon Enriquez
13 July 2014
Singapore
Pray with fond heart as new year airs,
Reach for grand fest as stillness curls;
Etch a fine start as poise greets flair,
Charm knows clear zest as silence hurls;
Indulge brisk mind warm thoughts that heal,
Odd as due craze both sage and fool;
Urge joy to bind due dance that thrills,
Sense brief dance maze in journey spool.
Make time to laugh as cheer joins wit,
Opt to prompt fun in surge of fate;
Move buzz enough to stuff clear fit,
Ebb and flow pun a succinct date;
Now and here see the journey far,
Touch may well be the quest on par,
Seize the pure spree of a bright star.
Leon Enriquez
01 January 2018
Singapore
This poet decided against
becoming a measly minced meaty morsel
undetected inauspicious augury
assigning adept
aqueous ace AOL amphibian,
who surreptitiously crept
to the secret crypt (guarded by
foo fighters and amazing dragons)
said gendarmes did except
special fluid scrip as egress into
heavily fortified
(with USDA recommended allowance),
thus when the configurative motley crue
including thyself (a bono fied doo
bee brother - long given up for lost,
which "FAKE" oracle
misinterpreted by a goo goo
doll, and cross dresser named Hugh
played being took a vow el,
and hence consonantly knew
all along, i dwelt peacefully
in a soundcloud loo
immensely spacious with ooh
dills of survival trappings
purchased from Peru
laborers treated by free pact
guaranteeing a socially
conscious shopper to rue
painstaking indigenous stoop labor,
now stamped imprimatur could allow,
enable and provide means to shoe
each formerly eczema dappled,
cracked bare foot
ah, a glimmer of hopefulness
(upon this crowded house of a planet) view
which youtube snapchat ting
reddit as joyous outlook
sans linkedin shutterfly,
twitter ring tender flickr ring shoots
communicated an instagram message
of hopefulness kickstarting optimism
versus the initial thread of this poem,
which to set this got off track
(hinting at goal to be
a paperback book writer wannabe)
rather than ending up as a byte size snack
for a limbering beast, into whose tumblr
of one jagged razor sharp teeth
like daggers lined up along a rack
of reinforced steel maw,
which bang for the bite did pack
leaves no room for bing a survivor
as fierce jaws clamp down
worse than getting steam rolled by a mack
truck, but subjected to thee yield,
whence thousands of pounds
per square inch of pressure
on par lambasted from Donald Trump flack.
In no real sense is he alive:
a wind-up toy, personified.
A message bundled with a drive,
he neither eats or can divide.
Two hundred million like himself,
each one distinct, yet all the same.
Possessed of vast genetic wealth,
new life’s potential in this frame.
Like pointing north, returning home,
he has no eyes to guide his flight.
A haploid on a beacon honed,
attractive forces are his sight.
A mitochondr’al battery
will keep him till it runs its course.
For five days, if it matters, he
is driven by an unknown force.
That is to say, unknown to him:
the enzyme, ABHD2,
creates the urge to swim and swim;
there’s nothing else that he can do.
And swim he does! Five body lengths
traversed before a second’s passed.
If salmon-sized, this feat of strength
is fourteen miles per hour; that’s fast!
And not just fast, but also far;
a mile or two would be the rule,
approximate, but close, on par,
for swimmers swimming in a pool.
And now we know he does not flail
or thrash about while in the water;
a corkscrew does his path entail,
much like an eel or playful otter.
The journey’s end, target in sight,
the bodies littered all around.
A chemical and wondrous light,
a flash from zinc when they are bound.
It seems two things come with this flash:
the door is closed, he’s merged herein.
He does not care; his merry dash
fulfills the goal: new life begins.
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for the 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 21 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Mark Toney
written 05/14/2022
Maze that you find
Mind seeks in kind
Move beyond mind
Yes now you see
Yields that can be
You frame prized tree
Look to the light
Lost in true sight
Line words put right
Offer a sign
Open your mind
Observe true find
Free mindset bold
Fling tale once told
Form helps you hold
Truth wears a smile
True worth now styles
Trust owns the pile
Joy comes to greet
Juice fruits most sweet
Jest finds your feet
One take shows will
Once you know fill
On sea of thrills
Touch a fine core
Thrill floods some more
Taste health that scores
Seize the clear say
Smile at fine play
Stream poise that pays
Work that idea
Word feelings clear
Weave fable dear
Ask to be brave
Apt as a knave
Aim for high wave
Reach for a star
Reap joy on par
Rise where you are
Play in the rain
Prize feisty pains
Pray in words plain
Come to know peace
Charm fields increase
Calm in still ease
Heart speaks in sighs
Hurl treats that ply
Hoist a grand high
In-between shows
Instinct can know
In and out flows
Lift a life here
Love feels things dear
Live happy spheres
Death comes for sure
Do feel thoughts pure
Deed plants the cure
Leon Enriquez
14 November 2014
Singapore
Pain in the ass devoid of dreck
inapropos poetic material what the heck
more unbearable than crick in neck
shiver me timbers, I feel like total wreck
the (see) Edmund Fitzgerald, si?.
Spasmodic cramping imposed
automatic rhyming abbreviation
comeuppance (analogous to daggers
stabbing derriere courtesy constipation
far worse fate than death – abdication
among living with grateful dead
dogsend versus moody blue (brown)
mood whereby feeling tetchy abjection
able, ready, and willing abjuration
to forswear, muster, surrender...
in toto habeas corpus abduration
upon terrestrial realm physical ablation
futile effort this atheist to utter ablution,
hence rollout Harris tweed welcome matte
more than willing to forsake livingsocial,
cuz Whatsapp pining abnegation
to cash fish'n chips, kick
the bucket, toss in hat,...
haint nobody gonna
challenge mine abolition
chained, tethered, yoked,...
accursed abomination
straining sphincter muscle
on par birthing abortion
primal raving, moaning, grunting,...
I imagine similar more futile abreaction
women experiencing parturition,
yours truly expressed agonizing vocalization
working himself into quintessential rabid sweat
screaming, threatening, uttering,... tushy
regarding failure concerning
waste product expulsion
giving proctologist serious contemplation
pooh poohing derriere cheeky
bowel over abruption
personally legislating
getting behind abrogation
replacing said bum fanny
with more reliable never absolution
regarding made in uterus, U.S.A, tuckus,