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I hide in my heart,
A secret as syllabic
As a Shakespearean sonnet;
Yes, if revealed, it would have you
Melting with its sweetness,
Arousing you with its pulsating passions
And causing you to bite your lips for more of it!
I hide in my heart,
A secret as grandiose
As the reason why the Taj Mahal exists,
Yes, visiting it,
You would be overwhelmed by its essence
Wanting to live it too
Wanting to have, for yourself,
A unique monument erected!
I hide in my heart,
A secret as deep as the depth of the night
When illumined it is,
Only by a sparkling moon
A moon sparkling so bright merely
Because it has closed its eyes
Unable to hold its blushes
As I reveal to it,
My hidden secret, in the form
Of lines and lines of poetic verses!
I hide in my heart,
A secret as moving as an epic love song
A love song which, when played,
Is powerful and rhythmic enough
As to have you cry over it
As it would bring out in you
Those lost emotions which make of you
A human being, kind, humble and compassionate!
I hide in my heart,
A secret,
One so mystical,
That its meaning is found in religion
One so fateful,
That its meaning has been set by the Gods
One so wonderful,
That it shall be captured someday,
In a book titled
The Story of My Life!
I'm not a real poet
just as Pinocchio wasn't a real boy
but for our hearts and faith
we live life in full awareness coy
a revelation of ourselves in bold deploy;
with this arsenal of dreams and hopes
we yield a rendition beyond simple idea copes,
and we merge and blend inner secret expression
of who we truly are within our own egressions
living on the edge of time and space intervention;
so let us have our dreams
mindful enterprise and thriving schemes
as we purloin the words and phrases
pretending we contain the wisdom of the sages
in a sequence of interactive rhyme assuages;
so here it lay,
a poetic urge openly on display
that poetry lives in each and every one of us,
it's just a question of appreciation and trust
in the wordings that we say.
Wonderful
I see the curves in the murky dawn
In the straight lines, lined up like pawns
I see the morning
In drunken sunshine
The life is so wonderful
Young and full of love
WONDERFULL
When you gaze at lovers pissing on waterfalls
I am neither impolite nor rude
Excuse the poetic ruse
If only.... if only
The clocks traveled backwards
If only you could know me
Yesterday
Once more I beg of you
Shout how wonderful I used to be
Aurore you were so wonderful
Me I was so pathetic
I sing to the morning commuters in the rain
About the sickness of lovers and cheaters pain
Wonderful
So wonderful to be here
If only the metro runs me over
The pathetic, I would be gone
Wouldn’t that be so wonderful?
An ardor for poetic expression penned
Those emotion filled romantic lines drew
Passion reaching forth sweet love uncondemned
Armour poured out 'pon pages like morn's dew
Christ's passion far surpasses human's love
With patience He looked down 'pon man and earth
Patiently waited coming as the Dove
Amazing grace would transcend with His birth
Passion waited for eons and eons
Patiently longing to redeem mankind
Creatures whom He loved for generations
He waits now for them to His will aligned
Blood poured forth 'pon sad Golgotha's hill
Passion's patience whispers come of own freewill
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Sponsor: Dr. Ram Mehta
Contest: Passion Pays, Not Patience
Passion without character trait of patience can result in a disaster.....
Written: This September 2013
In this world
You are my naughty innocent beauty
You are like the butterfly on lily
You are like the angel
You are my sensual gel
I invited you to my last night cell
Your presence was like the morning bell
We enjoyed the peaceful passionate moment
In the dim light dreamy imaginative den
I couldn't sing for you a lust song
But your drunkard body was thirsty long
In your busty river I couldn't catch the fish
Whole night fishing baffled my metaphorical kiss
This morning awaken me, greeted to hymns
Ordained to live with your graceful physical theme
Come, come, live with me o my corporeal doll
Life is enjoyable, happy, sorrow, making a puzzle
Come to me to be grateful for this beautiful Sunday
On the courtyard of the Lord we need thanksgiving pray
O my Lily, my sweetheart baby
Wake up, come, look the flowers calling you
The birds, butterflies, cool breeze calling you
Come, enjoy with loving pastry
We need to go through the wet muddy path,
through the deep vista of heart
to find out our full soaked love
Our souls there will be as the romantic clouds
to fly with the flying albatrosses,
to touch the unshaped sky body,
to absorb our eternal ethereal feelings
within the souls......
Where physical poetic genre will sleep
full with dream
on the blooming buds of angelic flowers,
on the cloudy foam with Venus to shower
with the peeping eyes of Cupid
O my Lily
You are my poet, poetry
You are my awaking tree
I am what I am for your ancient scent
Still I fly with no fear of assailant
15.09.2020 Chattogram
Dedicated To A Beauty; Named By Lily S.
The winds will blow and the rain will fall.
Tomorrow won't come, but today will call.
And when the calm helps set the sun.
You'll know that life has just begun.
Traces of faces that pass through the phases.
Through the years get lost in poetic phrases.
Of memories that fade when you try to remember.
The summer breezes in the middle of December.
It's not so important to know how to live.
As it is to be kind and learn to forgive.
When answers don't come when mysteries arise.
You'll learn that no one was born already wise.
Yeah, yesterdays came and today is right here.
Tomorrow's a lesson that's just filled with fear.
But time always tells if you live long enough.
All the secrets to help you smooth out the rough.
A WRITER'S CREEED
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Declare fond intent, decide your genre;
Embrace sure passion, accept clear insight;
Align bold content, create and ponder;
Rouse deep conviction, let your heart enlight.
Write from a wise heart, write with sure feelings;
Reach from a stillness that waits deep within;
Indulge a fine start, let words fruit singing;
Touch inner wellness in sure self unseen.
Expound and expose the muse you follow;
Reach beyond thinking pure feelings that dwell;
Charm lyric compose as finesse mellows;
Opt to seize feelings that cluster and tell.
Decipher true feel as words come alive;
Exclaim words that heal in meaning that thrives.
Leon Enriquez
30 April 2014
Singapore
What Is A Poet 6
Language arts with imagery emotions
To slow things down
Free handed in your own words
An authentic letter
As the night closes in
The curtains are drawn to write un-noticed
The atmosphere becomes a bit curious
An isolated poet is suddenly at work
Unspoken lines begins to shift unapologetically
Cursive writings becomes almost obsolete
Empty spaces are engulfed
Puddles of rain, reflects painted clouds above
Write honestly through life experiences
As the pen carries the weight
Start writing, for it's never too late
Be unique and descriptive
Poets are misunderstood and peculiar
As heartfelt words echo
Thoughts are reminiscing as my coffee burns poetic aromas
commentator wrote a critique that was six times longer than the poem itself
He demanded the poet explain her intentions
the critique sounded irritated and annoyed
Frustrated and insane
She laughed when she read it
She had spent six seconds penning her six lines
he had spent possibly an hour rewriting his critique
She stared at the poem
Not remembering it
When had she written it?
She looked at the date
One a.m. this morning.
She laughed even harder.
Her one a.m. self
and her four-thirty in the afternoon self
did not recognize each other.
She wrote back these three words
“get over yourself.”
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