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At the Gold Coast
Parched and dry I stand,
Waiting and recalling
thirsty for your love,
At the Gold Coast
we met last summer,
Under the blue
on the sandy gold,
Memories afresh
Soothing winds unfold !
Your deep dark eyes that
pierced into my heart
Our tale of passion
at first sight did start,
That mighty embrace!
Melting emotions
with heat of breaths,
Tranquillised by
waves that covered by!
An impulse borne away
with every breath,
The most generous one
made me its slave,
Then the tyrant in both
of us well played,
Skin next to my skin,
thinnest air between
simply slipped by,
Intolerance precipitates
setting my soul ablaze,
Make love to me
in this ancient place,
Tears lost in time
and beats not keeping pace,
Wanderlust of my soul
ends at the Gold Coast,
My heavenly abode !
Written November 23rd, 2014
For contest' Make love to me in that ancient place' by Justin Bordner
Mother Earth spinning on your centre
while revolving around Father Sun
making day and night on your surface
and the different seasons every one
Your flesh provides the vital substance
on which trees, plants and grasses feed
and become food for birds and animals
who partake of them as they need
Some of those birds and animals
feed others higher in the food chain
and become part of the eco cycle
which continues full circle again
All living things decay when they die
and return to you dearest mother
to become substance that feeds plant life
and start off a new eco chapter
Rain and snow from the sky bring water
that feeds the lakes, seas and rivers
which have a food chain of their own
among all their different creatures
Water from the sea becomes vapour
and rises as a cloud formation
which precipitates as rain and snow
and water after condensation
Sun and Earth combine in harmony
doing so since before our birth
Thank you for feeding all living things
Our dearest blessed Mother Earth
troubled tales unfold somewhere down in the realm of dreams
and tricking beats
most days begin this way, hiding, beneath the quilt,
submerged in layers
fluid flows against the slant of tilt, coalescing
with warm moist arousal
something rises from the deep with a dim sense of self
still kicking sheets
my who, my where, my when is warped, whirling and twirling
in time reversal
observe, as scenes shift in apparent random sequence
so unsettling
scary run through the strangely familiar
running, running, running
float out beyond a murky leap fro danger
in sublime rehearsal
to break surface instantly, suddenly exposed
protruding shoulder cold
left-over feelings endure, mood colouring
unexplained demeanour
afterthoughts flood in, disturbing the mixing broth
with incoherent desire
flummoxed flung, strewn scattered stones
where tumbling boulders rolled
my bleary one eye blinks, shafts of light revealing
cruelly crude occasion
as the external world forward-beats
tick-tocking the moment
ever-present memories merge and play
imagined expectation
my companion travels in close, touching skin
soothing this rude invasion
dawn greeting, outstretched arms uplifted
open to the blowing sky
wild branches sway, apple fruit swinging
joyous before the fall
little birds dart for cover, bigger wings flapping off
to hidden roosts
ominous rain precipitates, stirring the mud into uncertainty
the hope of knowing why
Deep crisis precipitates, mind yet calm
Having long since melded with glowing heart
Our presence suffused by loves healing balm
Bliss ignition does each moment restart
Thus external illusions rise and fall
Essence of presence, eternal witness
Erst fears are blown away, by the bliss squall
Vibrant remains, our dynamic stillness
Dreams within dreams, continue to play on
Heart immune, once we be in alignment
Fleeting ego attachments are all gone
Soul celebrates, tranquil in contentment
Surrendered to Gods will, our thoughts are still
All voids within, soma nectar does fill
16-August-2021
Up the delicate dale
of latticed life,
at esoteric edge
of sinking sky,
hermit horizon
shimmers sensuous,
glows paled passion.
On convolute contours
of scrambled dream,
whirlpool desire
swivels in inert stream,
arcane mindscape
usurped unsculpted
in twilight obscurity.
In platitude plateau,
the final flow
originates inspired,
ordained for
integral fusion
with supreme sea,
the end embrace
of sublime silence.
Suffused whelmed
with sunrise hues,
longing precipitates,
perpetuity illusion
embeds eternity efflux,
carries virtually
the vibrant soul
to the buoyant bay
of bliss.
Dark room
No light shines through;
Coldness precipitates
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Post-It note
Message in brief;
Lunch meeting detour
~~~~~~~~~
Birthday party
Another milestone;
Planet earth agrees
~~~~~~~~~
Celebration party
Family banquet;
Feast for fond hearts
~~~~~~~~~
Shopping spree
Goodies galore;
Window shopping
~~~~~~~~~
Busy occupations
Soldier and teacher;
Love affair complete
~~~~~~~~~
Ancient tree
Witness to happenings;
Keeps fond secrets
~~~~~~~~~
Deserted alley
Midnight raindrops;
Black cat rowdy
~~~~~~~~~
Quayside bum boats
Buoyant swaying;
Chilly winds ply
~~~~~~~~~
Library card
Relic of old;
Digital revolution
~~~~~~~~~
My neighbour's child
Stares curiously;
Lift congregation
~~~~~~~~~
Ghost writing project
Fill in the blanks;
Glorify the boss
~~~~~~~~~
Death comes stealing
Prey beyond pray;
Not much to say
~~~~~~~~~
Corpse in casket
Dead relative;
Healthy cremation
~~~~~~~~~
Eulogy message
So and so lived;
Now death prevails
~~~~~~~~~
Thought for the day:
Be brave and kind;
Make up your mind
~~~~~~~~~
Look beyond words
Meaning survives;
Only in light
~~~~~~~~~
Be not afraid
Darkness is canvas;
Stars now come out
~~~~~~~~~
Evening passage
Journey home;
Beyond despair
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
28 August 2014
Singapore
Hindsight 20 20
I fell in love with Robert Frost,
With his poem,”The Road Not Taken”.
Such a beautiful expression of human life.
For there are many such intersections in our lives…
choices that take us to a new world, a new destination and fate.
Many times it is tragedy that precipitates these life changing choices.
While my mother battled brain cancer,
I was in a battle of my own…for my very soul.
He was supposed to be my Spiritual leader,
good, faithful, true.
Too young and weighed down by grief for a suffering mother, I did not protect my heart.
He was able to use me as he willed,
cutting pieces out of my soul to burn upon his altar of lust and control.
One decision changed it all.
Mother died.
Father, wreaked by it all, for she was the love of his life, wanted to return to the home they knew as young lovers, Eight hundred miles away.
I was in the car with my suitcase the day Dad drove away. Running, running from pain.
This choice changed the course of my life. He, being a selfish and diseased soul, abandoned me once I could no longer fulfill his lusts for power, control, and that more common lust of the body…Moved on to waste another vulnerable child.
I allowed the spirit of hopelessness to take up residence in my mind, leading me to commit the sin of self murder. Once again, God saved me from myself, allowing me to live.
Eventually, God also healed my heart and led me to an unshakable faith in Him.
God put my husband, Harvey, on a path that intersected with mine.
The love I've found with this man is true, honest, innocent, trustworthy, gentle, kind, and blessed. If I hadn't gotten into that car with my father, If I had allowed that man to hold my soul for another minute, I wouldn't have met this beautiful person who loves me
and gave me the best thing in my life, the truth of my faith, and my family. The road not taken would've led me to death and destruction. Would I have ever left the home I knew and loved if I hadn't needed so desperately to run from that predator, and eventually into the arms of this good man 800 miles away? Hindsight is 20 20!
Black swan effect, crisis precipitates
Leaving the faint of heart, totally wrecked
Save brave hearts, who in stillness meditate
Our fall into the abyss, goes unchecked
All that matters now, is we stand erect
Boldly facing, whatever be our fate
Theory of randomness, not perfect
Black swan effect, crisis precipitates
Knowing time and tide, for no man does wait
Through adversity we gain self-respect
Prayer steeling resolve, till storm abates
Leaving the faint of heart, totally wrecked
Upon earth, as both subject and object
Most succumb to desires; ego borne bait
We are not mind body; fact who’d suspect
Save brave hearts, who in stillness meditate
Deep dark fear, our confidence decimates
Self-imposed delusion, our soul infects
Dwelling in self-pity and thoughts unchaste
Our fall into the abyss, goes unchecked
Oh hermit, ceasing grasping, now connect
To the pulse of love, joyfully gyrate
Let this world of transience have no affect
With fortitude and patience, just out-wait
Black swan effect
18-March-2021
Art gallery glimpses
Posters on walls;
Unfamiliar insights
~~~~~~~~~
Fresh good market
Country festival;
Abundant fruits
~~~~~~~~~
Young child escorted
Proud parents each side;
Nurture greets nature
~~~~~~~~~
Roasted meat stall
Duck, chicken, BBQ pork;
Appetizing fares
~~~~~~~~~
Pay day queue
Busy ATM buzz;
Cash flow escapades
~~~~~~~~~
Sleepy moments
Heavy eyelids flutter;
Bedtime stories
~~~~~~~~~
Quizzical notions
Unanswered query;
Planning-in-progress
~~~~~~~~~
Chinese Pu-Er tea
Refreshing brew;
Fragrant sensations
~~~~~~~~~
Sparrow sing-song
Rainy day complaint;
Resting on my ledge
~~~~~~~~~
Crows on a tree
Casuarina bough;
Wet evening dark
~~~~~~~~~
Ships by the bay
Sunset silhouettes;
City lights glimmer
~~~~~~~~~
City skyscrapers
Deserted weekend;
Sullen silence presides
~~~~~~~~~
Sunday orchestra
Noisy enclave crowds;
Chattering diaspora
~~~~~~~~~
Foreign workers gather
Common language screams;
Home town dispensations
~~~~~~~~~
Social integration
Newcomers and old salt;
Brine for salted cabbage
~~~~~~~~~
Dear Pandora
Curiosity brings curse;
Hope endures boldly
~~~~~~~~~
Words struggle now
Crisp commotion here;
Pain sublimates thought
~~~~~~~~~
Style sparks smiles
Bitter gall precipitates;
Ideas emerge
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
30 November 2014
Singapore
Full-scale warfare precipitates between two factions.
Many men tumble because of these actions.
What really started this thing, I do not know.
Both sides want to control the City of Chicago.
Police crack down on illegal gambling.
They are also after prostitution and bootlegging.
Within the city government, there is corruption and scandal.
It appears there is an excess for them to handle.
As far as citizens like us, things are not too fine.
They are as bad as ever in February 1929.
I heard many shots ringing out downstairs this morning.
A massive bloodbath has taken place without warning.
They say there are seven men lying face down on the floor.
The culpable individuals are not around anymore.
The responsible killers absconded without being seen.
The aftermath of this action is a most horrible scene.
On this Valentine’s Day morning, we are seeing too much red.
Seven members of Bugs Moran’s gang are now dead.