Long Pace Poems
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Here, but for the grace of God
Tormented within my vessel,
To walk on burning coal,
To hear the cries of my hungry spirit,
To eat from an empty bowl.
To journey on without hope,
I stagger around and not through,
Given mouth, teeth and tongue,
Yet no bone to chew.
Given wisdom to make change,
Strength to see it done,
Slow is the pace I run this race-
Given bullets, but no gun.
I have knees that stay bent,
I have hands that stay in a clasp,
Words I’ve been given to say,
Their meaning I have yet to grasp.
Where is this valley,
This shadow of death,
This life I must get through
Before I can be given breath?
What deed to fortune must I take?
What many words must I spew?
What more torture to withstand,
To be given a seat in the pew?
Given the Shroud of Turin,
my symbolic flag of relenting
To lift my head towards the heavens-
And to begin, my repenting
For Timothy Lee
Darling, take me in love’s tender embrace.
Let me nestle close upon your shoulder.
Being next to you is my perfect place.
Sweetness, as our fingers now interlace
I feel your kisses grow fiercely bolder.
Darling, take me in love’s tender embrace.
My Valentine, my eyes touch your sweet face.
I submit my heart to you as holder.
Being next to you is my perfect place.
Your true love is mine by Heaven’s good grace.
Our gold love glows more as we grow older.
Darling, take me in love’s tender embrace.
You are my every day, my secure base,
And I, your soft committed beholder.
Being next to you is my perfect place.
Valentine, I cherish our loving pace.
~ My heart is your clay and you, its molder.
~ Darling, take me in love’s tender embrace.
~ Being next to you is my perfect place.
Line of inquiry:
“as both this form and boundless space
cravings of ego negated
awake, vibrant yet nonchalant
bliss drenched heart remains elated”
Moral conscience drained in channel of time
drives cognitive righteous urges to vent
in the surge of desires loaded with grime
through the emptiness of vain discernment.
In the vacuity of inner space
the pulse of time vibrates with vanity,
matching with the rhythm of conceited pace
with intonation of eternity.
With timely dawn of divine awareness
the wrong cravings of ego get undone.
Pious perception fills empty recess,
illumined sated soul shines like the sun.
Enlightened detached in hollow abyss
life enters sanctum of fulfilling bliss.
Walking in the back streets of Paris
On a warm balmy evening
Talking with a friend enjoying
The night and watching
As the people went on their way
Unhurriedly ,also enjoying the day.
The pace was slow
Sun a fading glow
Shadows growing long
Nearby a busker sang a love song
While a nightingale
Gave a melodius refrain
We imagined a little ball
Which we played keepie-up
Flicking it with hands
Feet, shoulders and head
Daring the other to let it fall
People smiled as we went by.
Some would stop to join in
Smiling and laughing
Creating a joyous din
All twitching and almost dancing
Keeping the ball in the air
Young and old ,female and male.
Young ladies also joined
Carefree without any cares
Café types on the pavement bars
Leaped to their feet
When the finally saw
What we were about.
My friend and I nodded
The one to the other
And smiled at the revelation
Revealed and displayed
That imagination caught
And spread throughout.
For as I will reveal here
You see no ball existed here
Just imagination that lit
Peoples life to bring a smile
To faces of all hues
On a balmy summers Parisian night.
Andrew mcintyre 12/07/2022.
I hate being the 'incident' of your story
Hate how you once made my heart beat so fast
Hate how I get a reminder of you
Now we're just strangers that sometimes walk past.
A memory I can't erase
Was getting dull with time
Life was getting back to it's pace
But a trigger by your sight, not my eye's crime.
Applauds to the courage
I didn't feel anything in
Left the road you were taking
Resisting the temptation of a possible sin.
The need of journeying back in time
Where your name stood unknown
As an arrogant, aggressive guy
Was what to me, was shown.
I hate being the one left behind the door
When you were the one knocking it first
Hate the time I spent foolishly
On you, now I just keep eyes on floor.
From the blueness of the sky,
there's truth hidden beneath the skin.
Conscience knows the scene:
if not life, then death holds the truth,
so I choose to stay with the truth.
You raise love only to take life.
You sing love songs to the sun,
reciting lyrics of hate to the stars,
sharing my time with hate and death,
closing my tunnel to shine,
changing the channel when I cry,
giving motivations of failure when I try,
shutting down my dreams as you shout,
Placing stones beneath my bed,
promoting dreams of unpeaceful rest.
You have changed.
You give names of turbulent flow:
Gravity, you're pulling me down.
You used to sing songs of grace to the mercies.
Taking one step at a time was our pace;
living like kings and queens was the price.
Giving reasons,
you've become seasons—
you're falling leaves in the rainy season.
You open the eyes of the blind not to see,
You stir angry waves in the ocean:
fighting for the sea,
lullabies you used to sing—
Not with skepticism ;you were amazing.
But now,
you have changed.
A girl,(her long baby blue dress,)was sat
a pace behind me(golden earrings gleaming);
She smiled(her waterfalling hair fell streaming)
to me as I turned to her(eyes!)and at
(her freckles sparkled)a glancing cue to chat
(in her rosy lips)went teasing,—we scheming—
(a grinning wink,)—one kiss, then two or(dreaming),
who was the mouse? moreso, who was the cat?
At dinner,(candles lit her flickered face,)
a tableful of people,(how she glowed!)
she in a scarlet dress—but I alone,
apart from(her)the group, I turned a stone.
—(her crimson lips)she spoke(her frowned brow showed),
“I’m giving you a chance.—(please learn your place…)”
I lace my shoes
tight around trembling feet.
Morning fog drifts over the edges of the road
and I stepped into the chill.
Each pace is a heartbeat, each breathes a quiet prayer.
The way extends beyond sight, its outlines softening into mist, yet I move unwavering.
Memories press like weights, old doubts whisper at my back but the wind lifts my chest, and the horizon bends
toward a soft- stubborn hope.
Rocks bump my soles the sun sears at noon and shades cling to my sides.
Yet the rhythm is steady and true
drags me over pain.
Young laughter takes through the air.
I feel it deep within my bones
a gentle reminder: running is more than distance;
each step is patched together.
The final mile arrives
legs scream, lungs ablaze
the heart remembers why it started,
why it runs and pushes forward still.
I move across
not for glory and not for cheers
but for the life each thread
sewed from scattered pieces
into something complete.
The road behind me hums with traces of effort,
each heartbeat a peaceful success
and every sigh a victory.
It is a time for congenial chants,
for keeping a reverent pace
with the hymnal steps of the heart.
The year lags behind us
setting slowly now
laden with all its bygone woes.
The days are become processional,
a folding of sacramental raiment’s
strained with the fabric
of isolation, hardship, and loss.
Rituals are more important
as the year declines,
as nights lengthen and settle
into rumor and whispered lore.
It is a time to honor
the sanctuary of flesh and faith,
to lift cupped hands as chalice’s
to sooth anxious eyes.
Hold you now high the votive lights of hope
cherish our child-like winter flowerings
warmed in the sanctum
of each quiet breath.
Hope wears a glow as change brings light,
Expect good things to come around;
Ask for fine flow to fill fond sight,
Live poise that brings affluence sound;
Thrill in the smell of success here,
Hurl fragrant feel as wonder sums.
Imprint full well that gracious cheer,
Sense joy move will in grand outcomes;
Work with brisk pace the journey mood,
Explore a world of rapid change;
Align deep space when times frame good,
Love spins and swirls to spark clear range;
Thoughts of good times echo dear proof,
Hope flavours chimes that speak the truth.
Leon Enriquez
07 September 2015
Singapore