Long Pensive Poems
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Communications among organic creations
of sacred EarthMother
are overwhelmingly rooted
in nonverbal
nonviolent communion
Complex evidence of things
within relationships of feeling
and touch,
creatures seen
and heard,
recreations smelled
and tasted,
cognitive awareness of purpose
and intuitive integrity for meaning
sacred smooth full-wombed
woked mindedness
We are, together,
at our best,
on and in and for and of
Earth's rest
in solidarity play day,
compassionate communion
of verbal humane purposes
and nonverbal divine meaning
unspoken yet repurposing
Compassion's enchanting communion
turns movement into dance,
reincarnates muses into instruments
of recreative music,
covers ecofeminist songs
of indigenous wisdom,
evokes birdsong joy
and pensive grey choired mourning,
shushes ebbing and
sloshes inhaling surf,
murmurs in babbling brooks,
capital infested crooks
speaking suffering sibilant servants.
Nonverbal communion
does not bring roaring evidence
for falsely claimed wealth risks
against universal democratic health.
Sacred integrity
proposes a good faith alternative
to zero-sum
win-lose competitive
compromised organic trust.
Earth's meaningful
richly resonant
robustly resilient Tribes
nonverbally know,
regeneratively believe,
feel with redundant cultural integrity
Our univocally global economic need
to advance ecologically healthy opportunity
While minimizing unwealthy
unwise partisan disempowering risks
to this profoundly communing
politically living
regenerative planet
for verbal and nonverbal persons,
quieter peaceful plants,
and all sentient incorporations
organically communicating,
communing beings
health becoming
True purposive effects
and Beautiful
meaning full yet soundlessly nonverbal
causes felt
as sacred needed
and positively wanted
co-passionate
co-operative
communicating
green EarthMother communion.
She will school young children, and compose
a lullaby or a lyric's prose
She chose to teach, and loves it so
It filled a void, that fate proposed
But dreams intrude to sway her mood
and strays her mind a bit off tune.
Though, music played a vital role
and piano notes she grew to know
there is a voice inside her head
that fills the room with words unsaid
A deeper look within her soul
May find where pensive thoughts will dwell
On outward glance what's fair in face
Has often been a longing place
Of other times, of other lands
This life that took her by the hand
Has it fulfilled her destiny?
While others found new worlds to see?
She's made a place, contentment...yes
Yet often wished adventure's kiss
That wistful part of her escape
While dreaming of a distant place
This path she's carved, without regrets
Too often one of cautious steps
What other things she might have known
Was it not to be, has she been shown?
What other worlds she may have seen
Would they compare to where she's been?
Her world, though small, she cannot part
Her music, though it fills the heart
......But longing for a far off place
.....Still plays a song, with quiet pace
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For Isaiah's Contest: Based on the Painting..."A Daydream"
4/29/14
I am like an avalanche slithering in shivering angst,
free-falling into an abyss of an aching era,
where luminous lakes reflect pixelated regrets,
for time throws my canvas into splitting helplessness,
and mind plays tricks in aimless frequency,
framing toneless tenors within paralyzed psyche,
pushing and pulling ivory strings of my ebony heart.
Now I’m dwelling in the chaotic caves of a calculative carnivore,
unable to grasp the lunar light that envelopes forsaken fields,
while crooning caged memories, like a pensive nightingale,
pondering, would the moon ever untangle these starless thoughts?
Or was it written on the wailing walls of melancholic museums~
that I was meant to drown in dizzying darkness?
I’ll rest my pen in a glass casket of equations~
cloaking this crippled conscience from seeing beyond vague visions,
detached from kohl eyes, eager to steal my voice,
as I keep sinking in black and white polarity,
pausing curative prose in screeching silence.
Inspired by Glenn Hughes song "The truth will set me free"
Gone are the ruins of the palace I've built
with sands of my dormant dreams,
at the bleak bottom of the breaking waves,
rolling in the squally sea of gripping sorrow.
I emerge dazed out of the depression debris,
tread the plateau of pensive life turned fallow.
I weave aspirations with threads of imagination,
transform me to grow wings of freedom,
soar with silver-lined cloud in the seamless sky.
A golden nest within far thicket you've made,
with a sense of pride I enter enthralled.
It turns into a cage, I can't spread my wings,
confined with stifled hopes, I forget how to sing.
The air whispering spring sonata doesn't reach me,
but mastering courage I break open the cage,
guided by wisdom I escape the captivity,
fly to the freedom of rhapsody in the sapphire sky.
After the rainstorm makes a stream in my eyes,
the hues of rainbow feelings embrace me,
allure the songbird in me to fly again free,
reach with noble faith the halcyon horizon of bliss.
Flashing spots in the new moon night
Solitary wonders the flying dot lines
Do they go to a common destination?
Left behind a lasting contemplation
Flashing spots in the pensive eyes
Even their lives last for a single night
Bravely move through the darkness
Spend a short lifetime of happiness
Flashing spots move on and away
Obey the natural law of self-journey
To fight to survive with opportunity
Like a strong faith of Man’s fragility?
Flashing spots head to be vanished
The flying dots will be soon finished
What really defines the value of life?
Can hope ever flashing in dim nights?
At the fringe of dark clouds of despair
Beguiling dreams gleamed like the silver lining
Created fluttering wings of birds of desire
Driven by the squally winds through the rainbow arc
Entered the realm of sunburst new horizon.
Flock of these birds flew in en echelon pattern
Glided across my mind, the lyrical design I discerned
Hovered on the rhapsody of delight in the cerulean sky.
I tried to seize them in folds of aspiration
Just before they could fly away to domain unreachable with
Kaleidoscopic panorama of my life in twilight
Languishing for long in the winter mist of bleakness.
Memory marooned in the middle of nowhere, trailed
Nostalgic garden path flooded by sunshine stream
Once cascaded in the valley of flower of my heart.
Pensive vision of the nascent dawn ascending
Quietly at the edge of my morose mind
Reassured me the birds would return someday
Sing the song of love I had lost in the alley of past
To the sandstorm of tormenting time that surged
Unabated across my jade meadow turned to wasteland
Verging onto parched dunes of the forlorn desert
Where I chased the mirage with my soul studded with
Xenoliths of my broken heart
Yearning to reach the oasis of your embrace, floating on
Zephyr of longing, saturated with stardust passion.
(As permitted in ABC poems, as per PS Types of Poems definition, I have covered 26 letters of alphabet in this poem)
Written : February 13, 2020
Contest : ABC Contest
Sponsor : Allright Poet
I was walking lonely in the magical wood,
Ah!then I was in my pensive mood
And watching the calm and cool surrounding,
The way of the wood seemed to be never ending.
Having seen a stranger, the birds started to flee,-
But I observed the scene in glee.
The squirrels were scampering on the ground,
Perhaps they were also afraid of hearing a stranger's sound.
In that wood, I wished for sometimes to dawdle ;
Because there was no wicked person to make swindle.
Suddenly, I watched the yonder hill
And tried to reach there with great zeal.
Gradually the view disappeared infront of my eyes;
Oh!it was a dream, which was broken after sunrise.
I was couched on bed; and watched the sun's beam
And also wished of having such a beautiful dream.
Rumi Quote "Doubt is a precipice on the way to God. Blessed is he who is freed from its bonds."
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Walking toward the edge, facing a gray sky,
Paradise magnificence is dazzling below.
Goals are shrouded amid dense, rimy snow,
Amid scarlet stones, serenading scary lullaby.
Mountain summits catch nascent sunbeams,
Time for either primal bitterness or delight.
Flagrantly feeling fearful of a factious fright,
Falls fully into the recess of sliced streams.
Positioned on the edge of annihilation,
I was looking into the distance of my mind.
I am seated and pensive, on muse behind,
Have I the resolve to move toward obligation?
Yeah, the road ahead is all thorny and broken,
So I'm trapped, admiring it from a distance.
However, I am unable to reverse my insistence,
for the route I've taken is empty and betoken.
I've no action as to dwell in confine of truth,
Observing dread and splendor of doubt.
Skilled in leaving to safety despite flout,
Wish to dive into the dimness, still in my youth.
Fear the ambiguous; it is nothing but dread,
If not brave enough to tackle a rough path.
As I felt anxious at this point, unfit to lath.
Still, what path can I decide to sail ahead?
Should I return to weird safety or leave?
Is the charm of the enigma alluring to me?
What can I do? not a clear path to foresee
Yet, such ways will always be a lie to weave.
But I must purport to persist on this precipice.
Hinders the impending gravity of genesis.
(Dedication: For Ann)
Note this new page open to cite,
An airy stage where I can write.
Note this bold spur upon the mile,
Let words incur the pensive style.
Hurl word for word in cryptic gloom,
Spin music heard in breezy boom.
Hurl appetite in sure, quick strides,
Let fangs now bite to quicken ride.
Look deep within to understand,
Yes, urge now wins a private plan.
Look to a code in core that wills,
Live fond and goad as laughter fills.
See face to face, touch cheek to cheek,
A lover's grace now finds and seeks.
See timeless time in sensual trace,
An endless rhyme in perfumed face.
Etch and align the course of feel,
Aim apt design in words that heal.
Etch and restore the cause that binds,
Appoint fond store to moments kind
Live in the light as darkness falls,
Love flames the right to ferment gall.
Live in the daze this earthly grain,
Love firms the maze to reveal plain.
Mind moves matter as heart moves feel,
Let mists scatter when soul funds will.
Mind feeds empty to secure all,
Let's learn to see beyond pure gall.
Soul comes to see beyond these shores,
Path knows beauty in lacking stores.
Soul sums all things with true bearing,
Path heaps and flings the life willing.
Leon Enriquez
07 Apr 2014
Singapore
By Humber in a drowsy afternoon,
When for my love long lost alone I pin’d,
My heart itself did sing a saddest tune
For woeful swain I was to be destin’d.
And I in pain then lov’d this timid croon,
That disposition of mine redefin’d
Against the verdure that beside had grown,
And yon bare land where Autumn crops been mown.
Th’ immediate surface expos’d a tiny fish,
And came thereon somewhence his entire train,
That blur’d my eyes, did vision diminish;
In azure ripples solace I did gain.
And every bird that flew out of his niche
Demulc’d mine ears that on the bank had lain.
I think of her and of the friends that me
No more confront and give me company.
My head upon a tufted ground takes rest,
And sees the pallid clouds stoop’d from above
To obfuscate the Sun that veers towards West;
These equalise the woe of futile love,
Thus empathise with youthful mind deprest,
And slothful healing thereto do they serve.
And lo the Hills! whence wafts the coolest breeze
The sole wanderer’s weary limbs can please.
The Lark so tiny that a blob he seems,
For he hath sor’d in unrestrained joy;
And scoffs the pensive man by blithesome whims,
That his gay mind with exultation cloy;
Flutters his wings ‘neath sudden Phoebus’ beams,
That through the pregnant clouds have found their way,
Like beams of Hope enkindle morbid heart,
O lucid Stream, now jocund as thou art!
(Theme--Oblivious)
7th May, 2017