Long Plot Poems
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The urge to travel,
to spread your wings and fly away,
never rooted to one spot.
never spotted on a route.
signpost now defunct,
map a feeble pointer,
direction only by one’s nose.
Intuition in ascendence,
as day and night blur anaemic edges.
Fleet of foot dream chaser,
never-ending sequence,
is chaotically just that.
Event foreman cast,
in a starry-eyed plot,
script writer of their own unique journey,
stagecoach vagrant from,
a who-knows-where platform,
speed bump skipper on a blind course,
taking the "lie" of the land.
In every sense a false scents,
trailblazer has a life of their own,
but tragically a life that both owns,
and disowns them in "equal" measure.
Time-lapse photographer flagged,
by ephemera but doesn't notice,
loop by loop square off,
under amber moonlight passage.
faraway green seeker,
bereft of halting site,
with no stop off in between,
momentum the only resting place
Now and here meet
With bitter sweet,
Wise thoughts can greet
Pun, plot and wit.
Nowhere near here
Can dry thoughts cheer,
Purge that vain fear
That loiters near.
Now and here see
Truth and beauty,
Discern and be
Yes yours truly.
Nowhere can start
That craft and art,
Work with true heart
Fond bits and parts.
Now and here know
That touch that shows,
Look for the glow
In light that grows.
Nowhere to stay
Is but life's play,
Here for short days
Make sure time pays.
Now and here sigh
For joy brings high,
Cry when you cry
And touch the sky.
Leon Enriquez
11 July 2015
Singapore
You've been told.
Dirty laundry doesn't go on Facebook especially if
You don't want to get caught.
This was cold
By a thousandfold
You two blocked a family member from a family
Function. Then when confronted lied and tired to
Cover it up as an afterthought.
You've been told
Running your mouth about family and friends on
The internet will get you scolded.
You got what you sought.
This was cold
Your souls to the devil you sold.
When you took time from a family member who
Suddenly died and the person you blackballed
Is over wrought.
You've been told
Family is more precious than gold.
The sad part is you guys now have lost all of
Your family on this stupid plot.
This was cold
There is no way for her to be cajoled.
You both are filled with dry rot.
You've been told.
This was cold.
4/12/21
"Lonely"
The truth is
Leaving my health and finances in ruin
Towards THC and Alcohol, I've been abusive
I got a problem, Houston
Still driving a Ford Fusion
Why are they so quick to tell Newton
And Susan
After all I'm only human
Most my friends are animals, like Toothless
It's no illusion
I'm not stupid
I've just been reclusive
There's no reason to make up excuses
After all, it's useless
I've been listening to music
And doin' for me what is therapeutic
I could talk about it or just do it
I could show it or shoot it
I could accept such terms or refuse it
I could care less or I could prove it
I was foolish or I f****ng knew it
On came the cataclysm
Followed by a schism
A world full of skepticism
And criticism
As the waters remain murky or glisten
They say it's the truth
But the only proof
Is from what was written
Therefore a lot could be hidden
if they only show what they want you to see and hear
Pulling strings like a puppeteer
Sleight of hand, like a magician
One thing certain, time keeps tickin'
Intuition tellin' me somethin' is missin'
Misery avenue, is where I've been livin'
In addition
To battling a drug addiction
And alcoholism
The plot continues to thicken
Few if any listen
Zero recognition
Oh well, back to my mission
Got to finish the expedition
While I'm still in existence
It'll take persistence
And brilliance, not inconsistence
There'll be resistance
But I've got to cover a lot of distance
Only so much time we are given
Here one second, gone the next minute
Since people are so nosey
Often staying low-key
Keeping to myself mostly
The room always smoky
Drinking so much whatever, such as Peroni
Thought you did, but you must not know me
Still I feel so lonely
Looking for my one and only
Looking around closely
As time passes by quickly yet slowly
The real thing not phony
Or bologna
Still I feel so lonely
Pray for true peace that comes with grace,
Etch deep within a touch most kind;
Align with bliss with heart in place,
Choose love unseen in peace of mind;
Explore kind ease in time and space.
Plot then fond cheer that sparkles bright,
Expand bold stakes in friendly poise;
Aim for love here that brings true light,
Choice firmly makes a happy voice;
Endow my dear that loving sight.
Play and have fun for time moves fast,
Enter life's dance with loving heart;
Ace your kind run and have a blast,
Charm all you chance with peace your art;
Enjoy the sun with love that lasts.
Leon Enriquez
10 November 2015
Singapore
Words now appear
From the thin air
Now crystal clear
Words swirl sounding
Like cryptic fare
In fond leaping
~~~~~~~~~
Words dance around
Like cheeky clowns
Once lost now found
Words feed frenzy
Jump up and down
Mad and crazy
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Words of a sort
Lines of poetry
Crosses and dots
Words in a surge
Feel so bossy
Spread thoughts that merge
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Words jerk and tell
Hurl emotions
Charm like a spell
Words craft and plot
Harsh commotion
Squeeze parking lots
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Words bold yet stern
Blaze with hot fire
Upset and burn
Words crush complete
Thorns choke desire
Plain yet discrete
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Words on a page
In chic patterns
Turn and upstage
Words slide away
Oozing concerns
Poke fun at play
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Swipe away gripe
Let heart be light
Eat your fruit ripe
Rhyme in a line
Mind claims new sight
Feelings limp fine
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Leon Enriquez
29 September 2014
Singapore
An Devil's Dalliance
It was just one of those mornings?
Or at least I think it was, that is,
if I had created “morning’s” yet.
All my little angels trying out their
wings (in a strictly non-competitive
manner of course). I was slightly
distracted by Creation at the time
so some of the details are a bit
sketchy---the “all knowing” thing
a bit exaggerated---however I did
suspect some shenanigans within
a small group. You know, changing
the shape of the clouds, a seemingly
innocent diversion had become a
bit racy. They were playing with
rainbows and dabbling in an
evolving plot. Anyway, when “he”
showed me his “new” pet – the
duckbilled platypus - I had to draw
the line. After a thorough scolding
I sent him back down to clean up
the mess he’d made. A darkness
came over him (we call it anger now)
his wings darkened, his eyes glared,
a putrid wind arose beneath him
(the scent of defiant rebellion).
I still remember the sting of his
scathing good-bye. “I’ll start my
own “heaven!”. “I’ll be bigger than
you.”
“Until an hour before he left
I thought him beautiful”*
“I still do, for I know the
truth of who he is and wait
patiently for him to realize it.”
3/4/2016
*Arthur Miller, The Crucible
“Until an hour before the Devil fell, God thought him beautiful in Heaven”
submitted to Expand Arthur Miller’s Thought – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Julia Ward
Spring was ushered in the other day by a glorious, warmin' sun!
The robins seemed elated, but for me another cycle had begun.
Just days ago the lawn was brown, now it's turnin' green.
Alas, I must begin the onerous task of keepin' it pristine!
I'm a slave to that consarned plot to keep it lookin' good.
I strive to make it the prettiest lawn in the neighborhood.
It takes hours and hours of back strainin' manual labor,
To keep it neat and trim, tryin' to outshine my neighbor!
The mower must be serviced, sharpened and fine-tuned,
Then, my spouse's delicate rose bushes must be pruned.
Flower beds must be tilled with the shovel and the spade.
To deter bugs and blight, the apple trees must be sprayed!
I daren't forget that along about the middle of June,
That the ornamental bushes I will need to prune.
Will this dreadful torment ever end, I often ponder?
I'd much rather be fishin' in those mountains over yonder!
Today, I arose early to mow the lawn in the cool of the dawn.
Behold! As I slumbered, a foot of snow had fallen on the lawn!
(Even those cheery robins had taken to wing and fled!)
Well, such is springtime in the Rockies - I just went back to bed!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Stray words echo in windy waste,
Feel thought mellow in rancid haste.
Know that feeling that tells a lot,
Feel a knowing in hidden plot.
Heed the music in things tragic,
Weed the static with new tactic.
If only you dare your last stand,
Show how you care to frame a plan.
Anxious knows best the fatal flight,
Curious works zest in brand new light.
We go and come in dreary gloom,
As if to sum this hostile room.
From distant dreams stray echoes urge,
Seek thus the stream where love funds surge.
Rust, dust and dirt in odd mirage,
Heavy the flood in cryptic mush.
So here we go with anxious shouts,
Meet swirls and blows and fake time-out.
Leon Enriquez
29 September 2016
Singapore
You have tempted me again
a rather sinful plot beneath
the sultriness that beseech
my wretched soul
why it is nearly dawn already
oh how you calmly cater
to my parts toying with every
freckle tampering with even
the faintness notion that
I'd whither myself upon
your broad shoulders again
why I'm afraid to ask that
we shall do it again
that I'd but only secretly
fail to mention us
only by the writings
of my pastel diaries
oh come with me love
above a whisper let us
dance on the sunrise
daintily behind the loft
so well hidden within
the distant nook where I
shall summons your
manliness once more