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I SHOULD HAVE THE SHEETS REPLACED
A wild reckless time in bed.
I should have the sheets replaced.
The smoke outlasts recoiled lead.
Sordid act shot off in haste.
I should have the sheets replaced.
Toxic smell of blood’s vivid.
Sordid act shot off in haste.
I can’t believe I’ve lived it.
Toxic smell of blood’s vivid.
Handcuffs on the one I loved.
I can’t believe I’ve lived it.
Brought him to the brink and shoved.
Handcuffs on the one I loved.
The smoke outlasts recoiled lead.
Brought him to the brink and shoved.
A wild reckless time in bed.
3/23/2018
Laura Loo’s Favorite Pantoum Contest
Founded by Amadeus Arkham for his dearest mother,
Whose illness, like Schizophrenia, brain sphere did smother;
An imaginary psychiatric clinic unique,
Curing cursed criminals, of their psyche and physique...!
An asylum suffused with history and mystery,
Though in hearts and minds aversely abhorrent blistery;
A ride was on, history says, to bring it to the ground,
Its demolition later, plot realization found...!
Midst this, like caffeine in coffee so delicately mixed,
Brainy Batman’s miraculous movements that minds transfixed;
Confronting his arch nemesis, the petty crook, Joker,
With his strength and warfare skills as a terror provoker...!
He could stride, glide, ski, drive and dive around the asylum,
Like a satellite, analyzing each little phylum;
Crawling, crawling, calling, cajoling, capturing cases,
He could complete his mission by corroding cache traces...!
Attacks of opponents, like boomerangs, redirected,
Deadly defenses detected, dissected, and dejected;
Midst grim strange state of affairs, like a silent bomb he blasts,
Uprooting evils, like banyan trees, he forever outlasts...!
Arkham Asylum, ultimately, a tale fantastic,
Dashing, dazzling, daring, dare-devil, delightful, drastic;
Bends, mends, comprehends, apprehends, comprehends, countertrends,
With an amusing and appealing twist and turn contents...!!!
18 December 2022
Arkham Asylum Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Sorrow greets sadness here,
The morning after steers.
Why all this teary feel
That oozes a reveal?
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Deep impact stays huge loss
As a lost rhyme feeds toss.
Why all this sudden sighs
That surge in blurry eyes?
~~~~~~~~~
Each to a set routine
Of living our calling.
Why this emotive trace
That seems so out of place?
~~~~~~~~~
But sad reminders stay
As echoes line the day.
Why the waves of sorrow
Even on the morrow?
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Monday waves a sad look
As sober rawness books.
Why all this stormy flood
In surge of sad sad blood?
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On the streets people stride
To ply and pay life's ride.
Why this bitter-sweet taste
That lingers sad not haste?
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Yet bereft we focus
On that living locus.
Why all these afterthoughts
That loiter in old plots?
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Why is the answer then:
To questions life transcends!
Too soon, all things must pass
Yet true honour outlasts.
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Leon Enriquez
30 March 2015
Singapore
Emptying your heart of all emotions
makes you impervious to sudden storms.
And hiding behind your protective walls
shelters you from experiencing norms.
But betrayal cuts with a rusty edge;
dulling your appetite to chase rainbows.
And you trade a kaleidoscope of hopes;
for depression's achromatic shadows.
The truth invariably outlasts lies:
indomitable, as the sands of time.
And pools of bitter tears slowly gather,
as sadness fuels anxiety's climb.
Abandoned dreams get set adrift in time,
losing sight of their initial heading.
And it is scary, when you're all alone:
trying to stop the panic from spreading.
The perils of love devastate your heart:
while you cry on the shoulder of a friend.
Yet, you derive solace in the knowledge
that sometimes, relationships simply end.
Unknown was born without a name;
A simple fact of life of lack;
A child once torn from hostile blame;
Not one to act because of slack.
Unknown once sought the sweet good life;
The terms were dear and soul was lost;
Time turned to nought with violent strife;
So now it's clear that hefty cost.
Unknown was paid a little more;
Even dogs fared better out there;
Not much was said on evil shores;
No one was spared the endings where.
Unknown still lurks seeking revenge;
Betrayal brought new lease of life;
Sense that grim jerk who hides offense;
Settling scores sought with hate alive.
Unknown knows this: a hunting code
Must be addressed as hunter hunts;
Revenge not bliss a one-way mode;
Deals harsh finesse with death that grunts.
Unknown has ways to find the prey;
A simple stand to steal the stuff;
Thrives grim foray the hunted stray;
Plan within plan to hurt enough.
Unknown is cold, mad and ruthless;
No mercy then, no mercy shown;
Cruel takes control in this business;
Pursue each fiend till death is known.
Unknown stalks fast with violent speed;
No need to fear for fear lives here;
Violence outlasts the primal greed;
Look out my dear as death stalks near.
Unknown flings fear with sure aplomb;
Street-smart with guts, expect cross-fire:
Just know my dear violent sex bomb,
Unknown breaks art to please the sire.
Leon Enriquez
30 June 2014
Singapore
These are the days we never expected
Testing us to the fullest extent
Pain, suffering and death surrounds us
It takes strength to cope and believe
That there are still good things all around
Caring people, ways to smile, positive things to do
These are the days of facing grief
For what is lost, while trying to stay focused
These days aren't easy for anyone
These are the days to always remember,
There is love that outlasts everything!
Heidi Sands
4/5/20
* It is a sad reality check today when the US Surgeon General warns Americans that this next week will be worse than Pearl Harbor and the saddest, hardest week in Americans lives.
Bitter and sweet runs our inspired affair:
two brooding friends, in crisis of the heart,
suffer turmoil; but like ardent lovebirds,
we soar the same serene currents of air.
Whether coming together or apart,
we shred, then heal, with the raw power of words.
The wax and wane of our ballistic wars,
the ebb and flow of our constant campaigns,
we languish from conflict and division.
But passage through life's swift-revolving doors
transports us where relationship sustains:
with bill of rights, replete with revision.
Robbed of our missed customary foreplay,
two minds deprived of thoughtful intercourse,
we counteract with Platonic romance.
So until the Apocalypse and doomsday,
our friendship outlasts strife with tour de force,
whilst our bipolar swings in the balance.
To Dust
Upon the plains of Babylon he raised
A mountain wrought of gardens for his queen,
Where dolphins swam in frescoed halls, and spring
Did wear a diadem of endless green.
Thus love became an architect of stone,
And pledged to conquer time with patient hands.
Yet desert drank the brick, and ages passed.
The earthquake spoke. The fire from heaven breathed.
Soft-footed time came forth and made his claim,
Till marble learned the humility of sand.
The Black Taj fell before its arches rose.
Knossos beheld her painted lovers fade.
And ink, once sovereign on the crumbling wall,
Now spells no word but what the wind recalls.
What then remains? The column and the name,
Both borrowed by the air and given back in dust.
Empires are footprints which the tempest erases,
And mortal crowns return unto the earth.
But love, enduring, doth refuse decay.
Though siege may burn and river may devour,
Though centuries may grind and tombs conceal,
That which was built of heart shall not be lost.
I gather, therefore, this pale dust as writ,
And read therein the proof that love outlasts its house.
Now
The landscape stretches
Her range out beyond sight
While notably
Visible along the horizon
to the left and right,
She moves on away
Dancing
Into the traveling dimensions
of time
Toward realms
Where language has yet to be
Any more than merely humming —
And
Any signals, any gestures of need
Proceed from essence — unleashed —
Feelings
Fleeing being bound…
To attach
To Sounds’ quivering frequencies
Streaming along their escape routes
— always forward, outward
Prime to crisscross the heavens…
Passing over fears’ attempts to reign…
Now, arrows fly fleetly
Following
The dancing landscape
Toward some unknown end points
Where Love outlasts all.
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(* 1 Cor. 13: 8- 12)
(Dedication: For Don and Hollie)
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Here as we meet in space and time,
Fond smiles now greet reason and rhyme,
Gather most sweet in pleasant chimes.
A banquet fare to gather round,
To share fond cares in sensuous grounds,
This moment wears good cheer that's sound.
See how these years have brought fine blends,
Times far and near have brought new friends,
Life has endeared such blessed trends.
A wise man said: "We end and start,
Work and get paid; and meet fond hearts.
Live journeys laid with craft and art."
Yes time moves fast to weave things strange,
"This too shall pass," speaks true of change,
Fond feel outlasts a journey's range.
When tough times call, let heart not mope,
When darkness falls, let faith find hope,
When life brings gall, let love fund scope.
In joy we laugh as wit finds pun,
In pain most rough we seek good runs,
We live most tough and dance with fun.
Each face wears poise to court fond fest,
Each man greets choice to play with jest,
Each soul gives voice to prime life's best.
Fond memories unfold past light,
True friendships stand to fill fond sights,
Glimpse passing plans through days and nights.
May our hearts be filled with good cheer,
Truth binds beauty right now and here,
Know harmony with love most dear.
As banquet ends, we say goodbye,
We'll miss our friends with heavy sighs,
Grateful for trends that brought fond highs.
May love and light bring peace of mind,
May bold insights bring blessings kind,
May fond delights be ours to find.
Leon Enriquez
19 April 2015
Singapore