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Deed follows word to cast fine daze,
Aim to fund cheer with heart set right;
Note poise that's heard in profound craze,
Charm lives thought clear in ample flight;
Embrace the way of joy and peace.
Happy lives well in poignant spell,
Ask faith to stay with hope and ease;
Pray then to dwell on grace that tells,
Pretend to be and soon you'll see;
Yield that grand thought in visual terms,
Dream you set free prompts joy and glee;
Attest fond lot as tact moves germ,
Zest works bold form with truth that frames,
Expect kind norms to bless your game.
Leon Enriquez
07 November 2016
Singapore
Prime each word that comes, play with message found;
Allow the juice to stain, ascend with bold sighs;
Try to find the sum, treat each law that grounds;
Thrill your poise that gains, tell upon a high.
Echoes come to speak, embark on sure sense;
Rich verse in calm voice, ripe as fruits can be;
Note the happy peaks, nice beyond grim tense;
Surreal grips fond choice, sure words that you see.
Attend to heed feel, adjust wants and needs;
Trust in simple stores, tell on love's sweet sting;
Triumph hides words that heal, trade all just to seed;
Expect ever more, express poignant fling;
Niche a fine endow, note the form and feel;
Do what you do now, deed knows the sure thrill.
Leon Enriquez
09 November 2014
Singapore
Deep violet Hibiscus with velvety petals,
On the quaint fence, sprawl the zestful creepers.
Mesmerizing tall branches of serene evergreen,
With tricksy Swallowtails, Redbreast Robin merrily whistling.
Ebullient songs of chirping Hummingbirds,
Little bushy squirrel excitedly searching for nuts,
Large leaves of Willow creating a comforting shade underneath,
Reminding of secret footsteps, rustling of leaves.
Mysteriously charming moon with blinking stars at night,
Gleaming jewels tell poignant stories, luminous and bright.
An unforgettable lullaby raindrops whisper,
Meanders in my alluring dreams, a gently murmuring river.
Peacocks dancing in a trance to the exuberant melody of rain -
Enthralling are the mystical rays of golden dawn divine.
In the fathomless blue ocean of my memory, I dive, and find the pearls,
My muse, my inspiration - guiding light, most precious!
Crooning mellifluously in my recurring dreams,
The deepest love, the immense blissfulness, all intertwined!
July 26, 2020
A Brian Strand Rhymed Poetry Contest
full of emotion
pulsating
brooding
heaving
parsed
by desire
with
feelings
of the heart
a
voyage
of discovery
poignant
aglow
audacious
&
breathless
an intuitive
tableaux
with
gestures
explicit
&
visible
flooding
the moment
overflowing
frantic
!onging to
give
floating
in uncharted
seas
to a love
afire
...
to
savour
sensuous
burning
with fiery
passion
a consuming
flame
driven to despair
all
peace of mind
no more
wounded
deeply tortured
without
the semblance
of reality
mediocrity
a silent shadow
on
circumstance
suddenly
hope
in a sense of beauty
unforced earnestness
conceived
a state
of fermentation
vivacious
&
exciting
what bliss
what delight
free
unconcealed
to know love
&
stand amazed
Upon a glorious night
A burning fire lit upon my unrented spine
Deafened by fleeting sight
I flee the home that never was quite mine
Crushed in garish fight
Within the corridor I dare to flee
Blinded by his might
While all the sad spirits return to me
Oh Tempest, you blow in me hope
Of sorrow more true than any other light
Oh Tempest that guides my departed
To your soul so bright
Rejoining each of us—the broken-hearted
Upon that vaporous eve
Enclosed in bond beyond mortal grief
Lost to the foggy reef
The fog that so lingers in these glistening eyes
That vapor drew me near
Bedazzling more than the moonlit mirror
To where I see him fly
Twas a heart-reaching place I always fear
Oh Tempest, you blow in me hope
Of sorrow more true than any other light
Oh Tempest that guides my departed
To your soul so bright
Rejoining each of us—the broken-hearted
Between the beat of my breast
A heart that beats only for him
He slumbers in the clouds
The clouds that pour my poignant prose
Beyond the darkened seas
The wind does carry the scent of his bequest
Within the folding of the storm I cease to rest
Oh Tempest, you blow in me hope
Of sorrow more true than any other light
Oh Tempest that guides my departed
To your soul so bright
Rejoining each of us—the broken-hearted
To him my sorrows lay
And fall into the arms of strangers' trembling spine
As light and pain fall gray
Twas there they grayed and blended with the rain
Twas there they grayed and blended with the rain
Twas there they grayed and blended with the rain
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"The World wouldn't be the same without me,
And without You! " (by Poet)
Dawn!
The most cherished part of my day!
Usually I glimpse through the window from my bed,
And wish for a few more hours of sleep!
Some days, when I don't have to, I get up
And perch on the Muskoka lounger in my backyard,
Enjoying every second, every minute of that surreal experience!
I am a part of this wide, magical Earth,
Part of that celebratory moment!
The World wouldn't be the same without me,
And without You!
Azure unfathomable sky, with a mix of gorgeous red from the East,
Sometimes it's just a dot,
Like a red dot on the forehead of an enchanting woman from the Orient,
Then it grows bigger and bigger, enveloping the horizon,
A few white clouds floating, carefree, like my favourite Kash flowers,
Our great creator has announced his arrival, but hasn't arrived yet.
Some days, it's still unilluminated and unusually mysterious,
Awed, I gaze at the sky from my bed,
Stars still blinking,
Dark sky studded with millions of them,
Each one has a poignant story to tell,
Very strangely A Full Moon, round and silvery,
Refuses to disappear,
Although her contender is about to rise.
I am mesmerized!
First Place
The World Without You - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: JCB Burl
Opt thus to see how wonder lights,
Urge joy to flood each day with peace;
Reach out to be what love puts right.
Sense in warm blood stern pulse in ease,
Prize now and here colours that cheer;
Reap poignant zest that frames wise scope,
Ink words most dear to cast out fear;
Note wit and jest that distills hope,
Glimpse in due time true wisdom plain.
Meet mystic mind as heart frames art,
Indulge fine rhymes that string fond gain;
Rise up to find grand profound start,
At the still point where all things merge;
Charm knows a style to witness change,
Love now appoints a fervent surge;
Etch touch worthwhile in meadows strange.
Leon Enriquez
05 March 2018
Singapore
(Dedication: For Dimitra Milan)
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Dance dreamy art in flight of form,
Intent now hurls colours that mint;
Meet as you start of brand new norms,
Intuit warm swirls of shades and tints;
Touch in sure feel the pulse of craft,
Reach deeper then for outburst wild;
Apply fond will as movement drafts.
Mind and heart scan that inner child,
Instruct the gaze upon fine theme;
Love knows a quest beyond mere place,
Apt lovely daze as spur frames dream;
Now seek soul fest where time greets space.
Arrive to know the pique of change,
Rise to embrace the touch that heals;
Thrill in life's show that glows so strange,
Ideas fund grace as motifs fill;
See what you see as colours give,
Taste of pure art as inspired surge;
Ink what may be as paintings live,
Charm for the hearts in pulse and urge.
Joy wears a face in work that drums,
Opt field of thoughts as feelings spring;
Urge flings a trace in poignant jump,
Rush of sheer plot where hues now fling;
Note how pleasure treats grand sparkle,
Emerge to breathe the path love steers;
Yield full measure paintwork dazzle,
Soul strives to give works that endear.
Leon Enriquez
07 August 2016
Singapore
Tears are wet to the palate
salty to the taste --
we cannot not live without
the water...nor salt --
and their expulsion associated with
many miseries, many deaths.
My focus though is on joyful tears --
laughter that pains the
ribs in a good way, after a funny story
well told -- a child overwhelmed
by a blessed gift becoming happily
emotional. We are lacrimal in a very
poignant sense~ for what reaches the
surface, through trial and error, while
intense, outwardly drippy, is substance
of a great connecting conduit. And despite
ambient fluctuations of internal springs,
over-all life is devotedly nurtured by a
Maternal Sky~ keeping dear watch,
moistening and drying according to
the ripening needs of her children.