Long Opts Poems
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See sensuous stay
Touch tender tell
Opt old obey
Roar rich re-tell
Yield youthful yell
Live lovely lay
Indulge intent
Now numb nice nay
Ebb end extent
Simple screams sights
Teaching tale tight
Oblige odd orbs
Risky reach robs
Yes you yield yore
Love living lore
Intuit ideas
Note nice nudes near
Etch end explore
Search special shores
Tale told touching
Offer opts ore
Rise repeats roar
Yonder yielding
Linger loving
Insight inching
Now naked noise
Embalm envoi
Sacred soul sings
Tones thrill touching
Open offering
Rouse rich rapture
Yes your yielding
Love leaps living
Imprint inking
Note nice nurture
Encrypt ending
Leon Enriquez
29 Mar 2014
Singapore
The following scenario occurred via the guest sharing with me
when I was managing the front desk at a hotel in San Francisco,
fronting Union Square. I found his morals promising and conform
to a highly acceptable standard of right and wrong. The ambiance
at the time was understandably festive, and he occasioned me the
day after bearing a pleasant decency. A pricey hotel and a priceless
moment in my lifetime.
~*~ ~*~
A man deplanes
Key Biscayne's flight
take pains planning.
City center
car renter or
enter BART train.
~*~ ~*~
Opts for mincab
as confab airs
quick grab sightsee.
San Francisco
cross the Golden
Gate overwhelm.
~*~ ~*~
Mark Hopkins suite
exec beat and
retreat a bit.
Up and at 'um
took humdrum hence
therefrom outside
~*~ ~*~
Two souls passing,
eyes lashing while
dashing connects.
Man out in town,
Lauren brown suit
and down-brim cap.
~*~ ~*~
Her nuanced face,
garbed black lace that
draped mace hides well.
The schemed conversed,
his bad nursed, hers
rehearsed ensue.
~*~ ~*~
He treats a fine
place to wine and
to dine, ere show!
Ceremony
Christmas Tree Lights
City main square.
~*~ ~*~
Union Square drinks,
glasses clinks, the
man sinks, blacks out.
Wakes--finds--back--the
Photo...huh?...reads,
I'm...wha?...Steve!--(SMILES).
~*~ ~*~
*Image of Global Positioning System by Rankr.
All Roads Led to Hell, Until GPS
An attempted refolded map resolved itself against a ruffled sort,
the championed driver -- not of cars,
GPS constants a dashboard as a storm flit to nonexistence,
ado about the guy at the wheel flits with it,
chuckles as dawn speaks and sunrise glints at a trustful eye,
an oiled motor now runs cooly, slightly fresh tire scarring rolls on,
a car stops on the side of a country lane,
an idling engine idles a bevy of doves perched on a limb,
opts for a U-turn as an all clearance was taken,
a mouth forces years of hardened cells upward, donning anew emerges,
whistling attuned to a suite medley of birdsongs while fingers push a fedora near a car ceiling,
stops at the florist, the candy store, and longer at the jewelers,
sounds of a car parking in the drive,
a woman wiping to dryness look sees a mirror,
a throat clears and coughed to a soothing, and hair is being fussed,
a trembling stand eases to absence, a door being faced down a hallway opens,
a bouquet of roses, a candy box, a gift box, and a rugged man fall in unison fronting an entry doorway,
weeping in glad tidings calls outwardly, "Look what my GPS said!" a shocked woman rushes forward to kneel,
The solid man raised his GPS to her ever-widening eyes,
GPS read out, "God Promises Salvation,"
Two souls lived contentedly until their hereafter in bliss.
2022 August 18
As the gatekeeper of both time and space,
surfing the bardo that lies in between
aether and form, wherefrom radiates grace,
existence reveals its throbbing bliss sheen.
Singular Self has an urge to create
a domain where ascent follows descent,
that by piercing the veil, soul shapes its fate,
requiring simply, to grant love consent.
This choiceless choice to ingrain deep learning,
that emerging from the cocoon of bliss,
soul may ascend by willingly burning,
it opts to plunge into a dark abyss.
The stage is set for the soul to forget,
that love may grow, placing on love a bet.
That love may grow, placing on love a bet,
appears on first glance, there’s nothing to do
but memory erased, caught in fear’s net,
the soul finds it difficult to break through.
Mistaken that it’s merely body-mind,
soul’s awareness becomes externalised
and bemused by illusions, it is blind
and thus truth of Self is not realised.
Having itself set life into motion,
joy of union, pangs of separation,
silence alone ends thought flow commotion,
invoking Spirit for bliss gyration.
In timeless time, the bliss energised form,
swathed in gentle currents, both cool and warm.
Swathed in gentle currents, both cool and warm,
earth life interface, the ego, recedes,
transmuted finally by this love storm,
whereupon it follows and bliss throb leads.
Cessation by kenosis is the way,
softening attention, with touch gentle,
ego cravings no longer holding sway,
that soul effusing love transcendental.
Love being the pure divine elixir,
all opposites dissolve within its womb,
causing nodes within feeble form to stir,
bringing to life thus, a bliss catacomb.
Ego takes a backseat, heart is upbeat,
light dawns when polarities meet and greet.
Light dawns when polarities meet and greet,
melding in the cauldron of agape love,
wherein heeding love’s pure endearing tweet,
head and heart conjoin, acting hand in glove.
On soul seeing that it is living light,
it begins to employ mind of the heart,
feeling bliss pulsations by day and night,
deeming all souls as one and none apart.
Separation ends when egoic will bends
and all beings on earth, with love entwine,
each soul as God’s essence, slowly ascends,
all gathering under the oneness sign.
Self knows that there are no puzzles to lace,
as the gatekeeper of both time and space.
I look inside you
I step inside then
Well, well, look what I find here
Is this place Hell
Where my steps have led me
She calls me the Devil
Well that sounds just like him
Comteplations of direct hits
Night Marches regardless
If I’m the Archer or the target
Your still a part of
The weapons aimed in my direction
Shells, Shields, Force fields
Special Forces
Black opts, Black Hawks
Solid truths in soft words
Infrared, GPS, global positional satellites
Inferred here, I’m speaking from the third person
a glutton for punishment, a fly in the ointment
there are no flies on somebody
I’m Dynamic, I’m a driving force
I’m vigorous, full of energy, poetically spoken I got a purpose
Poetic Justice
Poet Destroyer
I tell you in Latin, I’m Acinonyx jubatus
Imma Cheetah
My words travel faster than a Leopard
I ain't no follower, I ain't no lemming
A Legend lends itself to something
Legitimately speaking
“To the system, I speak into the Universe
In the light years I splash and play in”
yea tis history - that end gin shelled a mesh by mit Romney wailin
such below figurative belt mortar attack subterfuge and constant railin
per accusations hurled at barack Obama presidential campaign
lobbed like scud missile grenades from invisible hand no longer m palin
in comparison and hence moot point for republicans to gain
so this joe of a voter re-fused 2 bide time 2 prevent candidate from failin
app laud clinched 2nd term deserved and occupy white house seat a gain
intent i wanna talia 2 acknowledge salient tactics to boost usa now ailin
sasha bravado blasting and gunning futile fusillades
which questionable oppositional stealth indiscriminately fired pell mell
to discredit supreme commander in chief an exemplary persona in the main
such desperate toothless and nail biting tactics
replete with political retaliatory slanderous stockpile bombardment
but rather, he opts to build fracking rainbow coal bridges 2 somewhere
over the rainbow toward future with his omnipotent time tested girders
of righteousness and gravitas quite simple and plain
casting confidence that the democrats rank as the robust strongest train
eclipsing her livid burst of 15 minutes fame that briefly wax than wane!
I may be just a hat but from way up here I can see
that she has her clothes hung up like little soldiers
ready for service at the drop of a hat
As I tilt my linen peonies and squint in her closet
I see a mish mash of flowery designs and I cringe
She shops at the thrifty store down the road
and I can see she favors cotton for it can breathe easy
and her favorite colors are blue and sea green.
The scent of her peppermint halo clings to her clothes
like a tight fitting slip, that I know she doesn't wear.
So many shrugs and so many t shirts, oh my oh my !
The one think I have noticed from my privileged point of view
it that she owns no black. She thinks its for funerals,
so she opts for vibrant colors and her favorite, is red.
I know I am being biased because I'm her favorite hat
and happen to be red but I must admit she wears me well !
Love it when she picks me up and places me on her head,
like I were the cat's meow. When she faces the mirror
and says, " When I wear you hat, I feel like I'm being me"
a peel of her laughter follows. Each time she tilts me up
towards the sun I must agree, she is who she says she is,
a free spirit who loves life, to the fullest.
Postcard update
Tells a lot here;
Himalayan trip
~~~~~~~~~
Adrenaline rush
Good news galore;
A winning streak
~~~~~~~~~
My darling's face
Warm sun comes up;
Rainbow smiles
~~~~~~~~~
Lines flavour
Meeting of minds;
Transcend small talk
~~~~~~~~~
Joy in the breeze
Moist feel of rain;
Old dog barks
~~~~~~~~~
Live plainly here
Let faith unveil;
Watch dawning grace
~~~~~~~~~
Waltz with tempo
Sweet music score;
Twin flames dance
~~~~~~~~~
Hurl of dawn
Night opts out;
Embrace new day
~~~~~~~~~
Set new sights
Purge dilemma;
New journal page
~~~~~~~~~
Another day
A blank cheque;
Signature more
~~~~~~~~~
Streaming sunshine
Bright morning charms;
Birdsong salute
~~~~~~~~~
Leon a Enriquez
31 May 2016
Singapore
No One Way
by Odin Roark
Mideast smoke may never clear
Forces know inversion
Custer set out to eliminate Crazy Horse
Only to find killers get killed too
Thus
Fate opts to continue as
One’s long term landlord
Mending hurt feelings
At times
Repairing aging plumbing
At times
Providing odd company
At times
Then
As consciousness takes up arms
Destiny is challenged
The enigmatic and reality
Face each other
In life’s enormous battlefield of experience
Decision time
Each turns
Moves away from each other
As if returning to their respective
Exhausted and impoverished armies
Not unlike unavoidable gravity
Making two planets pass
Out of conjunction
Or
Two political adversaries
Unwilling to note the other’s existence
Or
One’s own habitual stride
With legs of a miniscule lifetime
Coming together and parting
Like mercury at one’s fingertips
Fate and consciousness
Being but parts of the whole
Each with different directional pull
Each with a varying true north reading
Each a part of one’s complete story
Remains inevitably ordained for freedom
One way
Or another
aristocratic antelope alarms and annoys
blue-eyed baboon’s billy goat buster
causing confusion, consternation and crying
distressing and disturbing deliberate donkey
egg-producing egret elevates enthusiasm
forever frolicking in farmer fred’s pastures
giddy goats gallop in garnished with garlands
happy horse henry hypnotizes henrietta’s hens
intense iguana ignores idiocy of inmates
jackals justify jack rabbits jelly-like jeers
kangaroo keenly kicks off kingly kibitz
luxurious llamas lollygag in the lounge
mischievous monkeys march among marshes
nervous newts nibble on nutty Nutella
obnoxious oxen opts out of outrageous opportunities
preening peacock praises his pompous president
quivering quail questions quaking quasar
rustic rooster ruffles robin’s restlessness
sassy songbirds swizzle and sway toward sand beach
talkative turtle trains tarantula to twist and turn
understudy Ulysses utilizes universal unitedness
validating vocabulary of vicious vultures
wandering weasel wants to find his wishes
‘xacting ‘xtra ‘xhibitions ‘xperiment on eagle’s nest
yellow yak yawns next to yipping young wolf dog
zealous zebra zips into view of aristocratic antelope