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I could see your face this morning, with the rising of the sun.
Once again, I'm captivated, but such a beautiful one.
As I look across this land, I see such beauty and such grace.
I can see you every where, the glow of your pretty face.
You are always on my mind, my thoughts are now all yours.
I now know in my heart, you're the one I've been searching for.
No longer do I feel empty, no longer do I feel lost
I'm thankful every single day, that our paths did finally cross.
As I look up to the morning sky, through the fog and all of the mist.
I can't wait to see your eyes, and taste your cherry red lips.
My heart will always stay this way, just thinking about you.
You've given me something special, a life to look forward to.
Tuesday train ride to nowhere near;
April Fool pride to laugh with cheer.
Midday trip far on NorthEast rail;
To fling ajar thoughts that unveil.
Through fourteen stops till end of track;
Then reverse hops till choice set back.
Explore the sights with curious eyes;
In wonder's flight with casual sighs.
So many views and vantage points;
Feel happy cues reach ends that join.
A tour by train to check things out;
Watch day retain a sunny shout.
Loiter and chill by this new mall;
A simple meal by food court stalls.
A quick repast to prime refill;
Too soon alas, to feed appeal.
Then once again to journey home;
To abode plains from whence we roam.
Sunset and dark bring fading light;
In time to spark our sitcom sights.
Soon we will start brief getaway;
Let mind and heart adjust to play.
Leon Enriquez
03 Apr 2014
Singapore
Written: June 18, 2023
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In a land where tales of old still thrive,
A garnet ring on her finger strives
A symbol of love, like a dove's wing, in spring
Holds a story of love's rousing, curious thing,
A tale of two souls, both feeling shy,
Their souls are linked, yet were unsure why.
Destiny's hand brought them together,
Bound by a ring that would last forever.
In a region rich with myths eager to be said.
Where memories ignite and legends are read.
Lies a story of a soul's great quest,
To overcome the ache, nostalgia's bequest
In the realm of hours of leisure,
There resides a priceless treasure,
A joy that knows no earthly measure,
Your presence is my ultimate pleasure.
Within the depths of my poetic mind,
A masterpiece, a tale we shall find,
Tears mingle in leisure hours, and time stands still.
In the realm of dreams, my heart does thrill.
Here, unmoving, on the sill of a window.
June's embrace, with passion and awe
Wilting like the petals of a tulip's grace,
Yet never do the eyes truths efface.
Under the canvas of the endless blue sky
She and I are bound by a love that won't die.
On this window sill, I find my repose.
In the gentle breeze, my spirit knows.
In June's embrace, the world comes alive.
With vibrant colors and hopes that thrive.
The tulips, once vibrant, now wilt away.
Yet their beauty lingers, like a sweet bouquet.
It's hard to fathom that in 2024,
the ugliness of antisemitism has
reared it's head once more..
Campus students need to
change their perspective.
It's not the Jewish peoples fault
whom Israel elected..
Netanyahu failed to keep his people safe
and now he's killing the Gaze an children
at a horrifying rate..
The hostage families didn't ask for this
aggressive war, only to have their loved ones
returned, to have their families restored..
It's shameful and myopic to attack their
Jewish peers, subject them to racial slurs,
instilled by threats and fears.
Freedom of speech implies a moral responsibility,
not to chant "to obliterate Jews from the river to the sea".
THE IDIOM I MADE UP IS - HE EXPLODED LIKE A PRESSURE COOKER
My son has returned to our home
He’s mouthy and just loves to moan
Now nothing is right
We constantly fight
He’s like a dog missing its bone!
His wife was once such a good looker
Her red lips she just loved to pucker
After botox and filler
She looked like a gorilla ...
He exploded like a pressure cooker!
The tension between us is rife
I’m his mum and not his ex wife
But his reaction is mean
Shouting, letting off steam
She left him because of this strife!
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In the realm of paths diverging, I find my weary feet
So many crossroads I have taken, so many choices incomplete
Yet the haunting memories linger, in shadows I try to dismiss
A tapestry of missteps, a tapestry I yearn to untwist
Lost and befuddled, in the labyrinth of my own design
I long for clarity, a compass to guide me, gentle and kind
But loneliness rests like a dark thorn against my tender skin
Fear clings to my side with sly whispers, stealthy and thin
Yet amidst the tempest, a glimmer of hope, faint but true
Pierces through the doubt, casts a light where darkness once grew
Oh, to find a kindred soul, who treads a similar trail
Walking together, hand in hand, to prevail against our plight's veil
Side by side, we'd venture forth on this journey of countless miles
Sharing our woes, harmonizing our sorrows, singing the blues with genuine smiles
For in shared pain, solace we'll discover, a warmth to light our way
Until the new dawn rises with promises of a brighter day
Cradled in your arms
Held close to your heart
This dance will never end
Once you let it start
Step away with me
Follow where I go
Our loves takes us to places
That only we can know
Lost within a dream
we drift away in peace
passionate souls united
our hearts feels its release
this dance is never over
in your arms eternally
we hold each other closely
our spirits are set free
love may sometimes stumble
but ours will never fall
for what we feel within
is the greatest love of all
I hear the music play
Lost in its melody
We dance through out the night
Together you and me
When I hold on to your heart
And you nuzzle close to me
Holding each other together
That’s the way its meant to be
For as long as I shall live
My hands reach out to touch
As we share the love we give
And we give so very much
As we dance in to the night
And the night time fades away
I will be cradled in your arms
To stay
The Pastor's Life Is quite often one of hypocrisy.
And so too the Politician.
Maybe even moreso the politician.
It is often like the Evil Devil Correcting Sin.
I cannot really take on such blasphemous attitudes.
These are 2 pillars of our society which are not standing up
Firm and Strong.
The commonality in them is that they both screw and befudle/hoodwink/rob the poor blind,
And lust after money and power.
Not all of them, there are some truly sincere ones.
But The Good ones are too few in between for my liking.
We Know them by their actions.
Their acts tell on them.
The way Politicians and preachers treat or ignore people who are not their friends or family
Is not merley disgusting, but appalling.
The high high levels of hypocrisy and nonchalance they spout is also equally mystic and terrifying.
Will they ever realise that Jesus was a down to eart empathetic Socialist?
But Life will go on beyond this realm of Hypocrisy.
It must go on. And so too will the hypocrisy.
And though I sympathise with the Poor who are the benificiaries of the squeeze
In all this mire of double standards, illusion and hypocrisy,
I still think and emphasise that God is the poor man's protector.
But I remain optimistic
That one day these norms will change an submerge.
And we will be blessed with more truthful politicians and better more sincere pastors.
And not ones clouded or covered in false prophecy and Pretence.
One of these days we will get another leader like Jose Mujica,
Like Dugu Gordon of Nevis and J.N. France of St. Kitts-Nevis.
My Hope is that one day these imposters will realise that
What you put into LIFE is what you get out.
Jino Jennings once quipped that a license does not make you a pastor
If you do not have God in You.
Try to be a pastor or leader like Jino Jennings or Bishop TUTU.
Both religion and Politics need to take a greater step towards the greater Good.
And it begins with The Pastor and The Politician-The Leadership.
Whispered Cadence
by Odin Roark
Dampness invades graying hair
held tenderly in my right hand
hoping the touch of my left upon her face
might vanquish the invading cold
release the still clinging question
Rising to caress my finger tips
her last breaths evoke memories
so warm
yet so icy in their message
Patience moves my palm upon her forehead
awaiting conveyance
who am I
from where
why
a life lived so many years without answers
Eyes close on this once young mother
delivering death at birth's first born
suffering loss of voice
loss of sound
shock pleading to heal
months of remorse
until
Healing rose from an abandonment
adoption of a week old child
embraced by a suffering
but tender surrogate by year's end
a motherless child
her's to raise
her's to love
Guilt takes no prisoners
she exclaimed so many years later
it is not enough to do the right thing
giving merely suspends reality
all the way to one's last breath
Now
Gazing at a still body
I imagine that first day
when her caring eyes
may have delved beyond my vision
conveying kaleidoscopic blur
memories without form
delayed transcendence
for this moment
How precious
this wilted body before me
this woman who became
my light in the dark
whose clothes I will now fold
arrange
and...
Bedside light dims
two mothers
one son
spirits together again in darkness
identities at peace
unseen smiles shared
side by side hearts
moving together
in whispered cadence
A fond thought,
kept so secretive,
rarely waves its goodbye;
close hearts are driven apart
by an unseen force very negative,
unable to unmake their destiny...
Love gives strength,
when everything else
provides no solid hope,
and as we aimlessly grope
our way up a slippery slope:
with the illusion of finding a treasure of glaring gold;
is indulgence gratified by our hasty ways of pertinence...
forgetting to be excessively lenient?
A fond thought,
once vivid and unfought,
loses its meaning through incertitude,
by attempting another substitute;
emotions are steeped in truthfulness
and devotion is built on mutual faithfulness,
if these don't exist,
trust cannot persist...
The loveliest thought
brings two together by a perceived concept;
take it away from them, with vehemence,
and they'll show great intolerance...
A fond thought
conveys no contempt;
it only imparts its sincerity,
when it attains clarity...