Long Outpour Poems
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In the wake of an avarice moment,
Yield into a serendipitous claim,
Love witnessed a desire being potent,
The grandeur Laurentian Abyss, she came.
Her hair the color of passionate heat,
Trailed sparks in the carved vale of the Abyss,
She brought the ardor of men their defeat,
And vanquished hearts with her outpour of bliss.
Genteel tasks in her liquefied domain,
Her expressed lured eyes left their thoughts to wane,
From Neptune Masiff, left many in vain,
The heights alone made the challenge, a strain.
Her laughter championed her wanton trust,
Abyss turned Masiff, the mermaid of lust.
2019 September 21
There's a bottle in the ocean
which keeps drifting to and fro
And this bottle in the ocean
Holds the secret of my soul
There 's a bottle in the ocean
with a message to outpour
But this message holds a whisper
that 's concealed forevermore
Above kingdoms of Sirens
and their cursing song
This bottle floats and flow
It would not burst nor spill a verse
My suppressed mysteries
will not be known.
There's a bottle in the ocean
It is carried by wild waves
There are whirlwinds that surround it
It will never reach safe bays
It would never reach the sandshore
It will never reach a hand
It keeps turning in the ocean
Far from the promised land
Far from the man made castles
Far from the sun~kissed beach
Far from rose~scented petals
and far from conquered dreams.
Our passion is stillness, entwined with oneness
Moment to moment, all moments so entwined
Vibrancy of thought rested energised silence
Embracing and releasing flow of life with joy
Transfixed in bliss borne of divine magnetism
Bringing to life hitherto dormant nerve centres
All dancing in unison to the music of the spheres
~ as we outpour our pure intent into the vast void
Our passion is stillness, in vibrancy of blissfulness
Sans ego craving, hollowed out form, a love mist
Simply present as a receptor of energy sublime
Imbibed by soul and reflected by mind-body
Vaporised self impulsed by resonation of bliss
Celebrating aliveness propelled by God’s breath
At play both within and around our expanding aura
~ as we outpour our pure intent into the vast void
24-May-2022
Your Passion Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
what avail, awareness without freedom
why shines not, light of our luminescence
our heart yearns for more, we must overcome
we feel the rhythm within our bosom
joy experience in fleeting transience
what avail, awareness without freedom
each sensorium wishes to blossom
not part quintessence but full effulgence
our heart yearns for more, we must overcome
discontent with bliss vibration seldom
let unbroken be, dance of innocence
what avail, awareness without freedom
no fear residuum in Gods kingdom
flickers yet flame of bliss incandescence
our heart yearns for more, we must overcome
need jump quantum to imbibe full spectrum
radiance must outpour in permanence
what avail, awareness without freedom
our heart yearns for more, we must overcome
29-May-2021
Pearly gust strewn across the aisles
An outpour glistening the view,
its trickling dash jiggles on boughs
As pitter-patters kiss my wet cheeks!
And cloudburst spills more potpourri,
that on one early April shower
I pirouette with moistened earth's new
garlands--
toes naked tapping a bubbly Congo dance
A merry and primal ritual that refreshes
this weary soul:
An unrehearsed movement ensues, a dribble
of showers tosses my hair as I gayly scream
a belly laughter!
O could I care less? In the thrill of
petrichor, my essence flies in wonderment
channeling this four year -old kid
awakening within!
in the fervour of my sweat
sheets drenched
i wake to the toxic bellow of my own voice
in the torment of my own thoughts
in the complexity of my simple life
i lay eyes swollen wide open
in the measure of hours set aside for sleep
overwhelmed by recent events
i struggle with the haunting of their potential outcome
in the exaggeration of my emotional outpour i bleed tears
dry to the air of the night
i shrivel like a plum under light
so this is what it is like
to be a prey to grief
an abhorrent internal pain
i forget its feel when it is gone
i remember its feed when it is here
bent
out of sorts
barely able to walk
i return to the inferno of my now
quiet
i keep my affliction private and unassuming
Feb 28 2016
armand
Heart contractions, deep sighs of souls regret
Distance from love, cause of agitation
Inbuilt compass, discerns cause and effect
Action prompt for consciousness correction
Within and around, joy aberration
Shrivelled is our stance, in Gods world perfect
Mindful eye senses sinking sensations
Heart contractions, deep sighs of souls regret
Fears and desires, once we choose to eject
Each breath of life, dance of celebration
Embrace one and all, forgive and forget
Distance from love, cause of agitation
Delusion is, thought of separation
We all are one, is the divine secret
Head and heart aligned, with loves vibration
Inbuilt compass, discerns cause and effect
What avail life, if we be joy bereft
Bliss ignition in continuation
Ceasing to interpret, make light in jest
Action prompt for consciousness correction
Let sighs of our heart outpour elation
Let love and light shine from souls minaret
Nestled in vibrant void of cessation
Resting lower mind that always suspects
Heart contractions
11-July-2021
My heart is racked with so much pain
For one who garnered admiration and disdain
A man whose love for country did outpour
A man who loved his Savior more
His values went against the grain
He stood for all that’s moral and sane
His calling? To proclaim the truth
To ignorant and misguided youth
He taught God’s love and never hate
But his political incorrectness sealed his fate
A fiend of hate from the party of love
Was ready to kill when push came to shove
He was far too evil to agree to disagree
So he shot Kirk dead before his family.
From the party of love came nothing but cheers
Validation, threats, mockery, and jeers
Because tolerant is a wonderful thing to be
Lest it is a truth for which you disagree
But what can you expect these days in the West
Where only degenerates truly know best?
Where the only approved speech is shibboleth
And penalty for speaking the truth is death
Farbeit that Kirk will die for naught
There is still a holy war to be fought
No matter the cost, I will be brave
For the only place for the righteous is the grave.
Place your trust here in Spirit fire,
Embrace wise touch beyond man's mind;
Note thus good cheer as Gifts inspire,
Taste truth as such where Love designs;
Etch a fond peace in actual grace,
Calm knows a squeeze of fragrant feel;
Old motives cease in poignant trace,
Sense a cool breeze that helps hurts heal;
Truth shapes beauty not like before.
Health comes easy with heart's sure core,
Odd yet lively beyond old lore;
Life quest lovely forevermore,
Yield soul sublime to Wisdom's face.
Speak Holy Ghost that all may see,
Plant Love's grand rhymes in saving grace;
Ink Lord of Host to set us free,
Remember Me as The Christ said,
Ignite our souls with vision clear,
Treat us to be with message laid.
Father make whole and purge all fear,
Impress our hearts with clear soul flames;
Raise conscious feel that each soul knows,
Echo our start to bless Your Name.
Move Love's goodwill in contrite show,
Outpour and teach us to be good;
Vet guidance here to live each day,
Extend Your reach with vibrant moods;
Surprise our cheer on Love's pathway.
Leon Enriquez
02 April 2018
Singapore
Just a glimmering astral spark births in the gloom a crest of day,
A solitary thread of wax dancing its aura
Scatters the night -
In a delirium of gleamings that chase phantoms of fear away,
Shaking the hegemony of silence with a hymn of photons.
Just one snowflake star, in its cascades of silver,
Deciphers a divine ode
That might launch upon the ridges of time
An avalanche of harmonic purity,
That seraphically fills the flesh of the world with psalms of clear might.
Just one rebel petal, upright in storms and flutterings,
Elevated like an oasis in untamed deserts,
Adorning resignation with an outpour of grandeur,
The sole in its belief,
Unnamed heroism - an avalanche of strong essences,
A shout that blooms in orbits of daring.
Just an echo of prayer, the murmur of a pierced chest,
Can transfigure souls into gusts of wind,
In the avalanche of affection pouring over unnatural borders
Cloaking enmity in cocoons of phosphorescent loves.
So illuminate, divine pioneer, with your eternal wick,
Wave halls of grace over stretches of shadow,
Your spark flutters - a phalanx that awakens -
The hour of resurrection in the crucible of deep night.
Be that snow which falls from the wisdom of compassion,
The flower which de-petaled storms,
The candelabrum of life in crypts of obscurity,
The pulsating prayer, the heart of celestial song,
Unceasing in the feast of its sidereal rebirth.