Long Plunders Poems
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Where are those green soils
That we used to dig
Waves in every pore
In soft moonlit hours
And plant sapling of choice
Ecstatic earth trembled
Do you remember
How soft earth it was
And that pond in the middle
We would plunge our bucket
And lift it filled with water
The clock yielding
cherry blossoms
Time is a dacoit
The Huns and Vandals
It robs us of our roses
It plunders our jewellery
Destructs our construction
Not just cruelly, ruthlessly
Time itself is ever present
With its indestructible two arrows
Aha, what a dense green it was
And what a tree it yielded
Sonnet under green light
Of the ephemeral glowworms
Slant squanders seer
Quaint quarrels *****
Needs nimble near
Nice names need norms
Feed flowing form
Pitch proper prompt
Sensuous storms sow
Grow gracious glow
Blooming buzz blows
Release rich roar
Surging storms soar
Bear bounty's boar
Peace plunders pace
Search stellar space
Telling tales trace
Blizzard blows blind
Sound signals sign
Feel fumbling finds
Fill floating feel
Search spacious seal
Mind missing meal
Joy juggles jam
Tease tramples tramp
Romp revamps ramp
Tour travels tempt
Deep distance dam
Seek spacious stamp
Leon Enriquez
06 Feb 2014
Singapore
A Giant
There is an unknown legend that comes
from the great Black Forest
of a creature fearsome and oh, so glorious.
Though his brain be small
and barely larger than a walnut
his head and jaws are held in fear and awe.
Those huge brown eyes hold such a stare
and his teeth are sharp as nails
with claws long and pointed reaching everywhere.
The body black and boldly trimmed in brown
short haired waistcoat thick yet soft
rapped snuggly at his belly round.
The form is slim and trim, the torso long and lank
a streamlined tail waving in the sun
satisfied when its task is done.
There he is, can you see him frown
thrashing through the field
everybody running as he comes into town.
His sound is loud and deafening,
it roars like echoed thunder
as feet imprint the earth he plunders.
There he stands with renewed vigor and vim
challenging every eye on him.
What's that you say, you're unafraid,
He is but a tiny Dachshund?
Stand back my friends, you doubting disbelievers,
be fearful and leary, despite his size
he is a giant,
a Rottweiler in disguise.
From Makhaleng’s stone, from Thames’ steady beat,
A single rhythm stirs, a pulse grows strong—
O Sisters of the Soil and Sisters of the Street,
Your hour is come to dismantle ancient wrong.
We know the weight: the gourd, the grinding stone,
The quiet ledger balanced late alone,
The branded scars empires refuse to own.
Shall we be silent while the market’s hand
Sells childhood short and plunders every shore?
While truth is buried in the poisoned sand
And justice knocks upon a bolted door?
No. Let the kgotla’s wisdom find the air,
Let Parliament’s cold vault with echoes ring—
Two streams now rising in a single dare
To strip the armour from the faltering king.
So blend the strength—the sereto and the sonnet’s fire,
The drummer’s call, the bell from Tower’s height.
Weave from two strengths one unassailable choir
To drag this shivering century to light.
Let every cry for right, an anthem be,
A towering Baobab, a Sovereign Tree.
Ardor feels are divine
Bodies erotically entwine
Caresses eagerly connect
Desires meet to intersect
Emotions feed passion
Fondlings sassy fashion
Gasps praise movement
Hearts pump excitement
Intimate whispers tingle
Joining lips mingle
Kisses feed desire
Loins share ardor’s fire
Moving hips enthuse
Needy bodies fuse
Outcries express zeal
Pleasure pulses appeal
Quenched libidos slake
Ravenous wants take
Silk sensuality grooves
Tantalize rhythm moves
Unleashed hunger plunders
Velvet kisses thunder
Waves ebb and flow pleasure
Xanadu houses flesh treasure
Yearnings flame with lust
Zing intensifies thrust
Pray profound play
Loiter lame lines
Amuse align
Note noisy nay
PowerPoint preach
Loose lumpy leach
Ambient advice
Naughty notes nice
Picture poise please
Linger live liease
Aid acts appease
Nude norms notice
Piquant play plots
Looks launder lots
Apt apricot
Now nimble not
Pay proven piece
Lasting live lease
Action assigns
New notions nine
Peace plunders poise
Learn loving list
Apt alms assist
Nice naked noise
Pry proper plum
Leave lovely lump
Appoint apt aim
Notice nice name
Protest paves pour
Leave lazy lore
All acts allow
Never nice now
Prime plays proper
Loose lips lower
Amaze answer
Noose now never
Purpose plots plan
Looks leapfrogs land
Aptly attract
Nexus notes next
Leon Enriquez
22 Apr 2014
Singapore
Floral motifs
Nature glows;
Scented space
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By the quay
Noisy seagulls;
Crazy chatter
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Seaside tryst
Lovers serenade;
Sunset hurls dark
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Wayside flowers
Beauty unnoticed;
Violet miniatures
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Old man
Miniature dog lost;
Sad eyes moist
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Playground children
Frolic plunders;
Touch of magic
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New book here
So much to read;
Happy pleasure
~~~~~~~~~
Journal page
So much happening;
Bullet points enough
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Words assemble
Unfurl new cites;
Why write?
~~~~~~~~~
Plain odd draft
Craft to credit;
Merits stern edit
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Allusion speaks
Much more than hints;
Subtle allegory
~~~~~~~~~
Night shadows
Dance with light;
Midnight wind howls
~~~~~~~~~
Day is done
Late night snooze;
Dreams on rampage
~~~~~~~~~
Sleep talking again:
Clash confronts
Pleading mercy
~~~~~~~~~
Wise words wade
Tough times trade;
Meek moods made
~~~~~~~~~
Odd patterns here
Lewd lines laze;
Pungent posture
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
28 July 2017
Singapore
Fear only fear
That looks less clear
Live fine good cheer
Prize joy right here
Vain plunders vain
Live well each pain
Light is not slain
Love is love's gain
Loss clusters loss
Just win the toss
Work matt and gloss
Show who's the boss
Live your own style
Cry wet and wild
Be curious child
Be beyond mild
And when you fall
Bear with the gall
Live through it all
Dare heed life's call
In your living
Bear with falling
Love is daring
Meet your calling
Zest anchors zest
Love works the best
Wit echoes jest
Enjoy your fest
Leon Enriquez
14 April 2019
Singapore
the stern of the junk
stuck out like the tip of an iceberg
surrounded by plastic bottles
filled baby’s nappies
flip flops and crocs
we can walk on water
whatever floats our boat
sustainable climate change
the hotter the better
while the orchestra
plays water music
the instruments so swollen
that tunes at supermarkets
sound like Vivaldi’s Four Seasons
finely tuned with fog horns
in the mist of consumption
nobody could deny the benefits
of genocidal screw tops
and the plasticity
of the human environment
that kills plunders pillages
but provides conglomerated life rafts
from wasted resources
fortunately the manufacturers
had chosen their logos carefully
for lost posterity
credited by TV crews
and hailed as the saviour
life rafts for a few dollars
the ship’s captain
was the last to disembark
an honourable leader
gathered his flock
for a final solution
I’ll switch off
the lights of the planet
save energy
and wait for Atlantis
environments change
buts his pleas
were submerged
in stupidity
when most folk tried
to hang on to champagne flasks
and perfumed decanters
as they claimed
they were only following orders
selection was easy
the last laugh was on
hobgoblins and rats
who sharpened their teeth
and punctured the reprieve
11th September 2021
Chaotic rain divulges errantly
how can this be God’s poetry
it plunders like a tsunami
the Devil’s masterpiece
How can this be mercy
torrent waters surge
floods creating oceans
inescapable drowning
Each rain drop becomes louder
caught in the line of fire
no escaping the bullets
tranquil peace destroyed
Peaceful melodies are lost
storms reflect unpleasant music
senseless evil heavy metal lyrics
no purpose – shouting and screaming
Doused, drenched, engulfed
suffocating – soaking strain
where is Noah and his Ark?
Will this barricade conclude
The Silent One
Originally written 7 January 2016
Repost: 1 January 2018