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a September preview
snowberries sunbathing..
a late... peepshow
shades of shadowing fall
sun ,highlights the pampas grass-
rose hips ripening
neath the chestnut tree
flakes of green cover this scene-
autumn blankets me
NOTE:
why hiku ?
HAIKU the ' phonetical&cultural original 'in Japanese'
whereas HIKU
is the English language version(including translations)with similar economy of words without "telling all" thereby to ' show ' (conforming to the key to true imagist poetry),&to avoid 'as'&'to' & the use of past tense verbs (often without verbs,adverbs,adjectives )A verse freed from syllabic constraint within its triplicity of format& inherently enigmatic & still with a caesura and surprise ending
if you could last a day inside the body of
the lovesick-shell of a human
i turn into when i'm in love
i would applaud you
allow me to show you a preview first:
as one might think
loving someone and being in love are
two vastly different experiences
whereas
no matter how hard i try to avoid it
and no matter what outer influence tries to intervene
once my heart decides it loves a person
much to my demise and almost involuntarily
i will love you until my chest plate cracks
and shatters
and my heart is
hopelessly, yet hopefully
crawling towards you
if you were born into the hurricane
you learn to chase them
you learn to put yourself inside the eye,
because you’re strong enough to withstand it and you know it
you’re confused between boredom and peace so you opt for danger instead
because you don’t know how to love outside of the whirlwind
because what else do you know?
stuck in a loop of coming up with scenarios of what the future might hold.
coming up with an imaginary child that you love with your beating heart
thinking about how absolutely gut wrenching it would feel to watch her
feel and think and hurt
the way you are right now
baby doesn’t deserve that
you don’t deserve that
so why would you have baby in a situation with somebody that makes you feel like
you're standing in the eye of a hurricane?
because there was once sunlight
and there was once peace
and there will be again soon.
right?
I looked at my Mom in her 60’s and mused
I have 30 more years that’s unused
Before those wrinkles start to show
In this smooth face gazing from the mirror
Smug in my sureness
Yet also showing my immatureness.
I looked at my mom in her 70’s and again
Believing I had 20 more years in my brain
Even though I now see a wrinkle or two
Brushing it aside was my error
Time did not wait for me
Then she was suddenly eight three.
This time I only had years ten
Before I would considered myself old
But when did all those wrinkles descend
And dreams border on terror?
Then I remembered my soul’s true direction
Age and death are just a preview
Beyond the vail we live in blissful perfection
Where everyone’s soul is once again new.
©?Deborah M Kelly 2023
Surprise flings impromptu
In seeming solid too:
Fatigue can hurl a play
That heals the cosmic stay;
Today I met a man
Who shared a curious plan;
A wanderer most strange
With a fabulous range;
A stranger here perchance
To cast a foreign glance;
Sanguine and yet fancy
His demeanour easy;
Twinkling eyes spoke flavours
Beyond what words favour;
A simple smile made bright
The zesty cheer put right;
Plain few spoken words sought
To make meaning of naught;
Such cryptic telling poise
Wrought mystery by choice;
I'm sure he had a pitch
Where curious questions itch;
Not much was said or heard
Yet a sense beyond words;
I feel a certain surge
Of ideas that emerged;
Now here I sit to think
Of many things to link;
The day has ended here
And he to other spheres;
A mystic moment dwells
Upon enchanted spell;
A casual surprise forms
A preview to a storm;
How strange this melody
Where words fail harmony.
No logic can explain
The range of sad refrain;
Too soon the lonely night
Where dreams unfurl sure flight;
I pester now the tale,
No words can make the sale!
I wonder on this dream
That seems to fact odd scheme.
Leon Enriquez
11 Nov 2014
Singapore
She gazed at the looking glass, but the mirror refused to grant her a preview of what might happen, a clear picture of where she had been and if she existed at all, the spectre of the moment seemed to be disguised from inspection. Coming to terms with having absorbed and condensed too many of society’s norms and demands had seemingly been her duty and the prism of requests on her image of beauty had failed her inner Self. She drooled onto the spitting image of nothingness and the slobber ran down to the frame that upheld phlegm and contempt before it trickled down onto the baseless floor founded on hardcore delusion. Diet pills and dark shades had not relieved her from a succession of errors of reason and emotion and when she had blindfolded herself, the blinkers tore deep into her misrepresentation of surrender and cosmetic denial.
scanned in revulsion
vacant echoes burst the sight –
shards of glass splintered
So many fragments pierced into her eyes, that dry tears covered the pulverized viewing and heart-blood sprayed all over her soul. A point of no return, because if she failed to stem the flow and bandage the wounds, gangrene would set it soon and salving the lacerations would only speed up infection and purulent grime. The wall in front of her blurred out of proportion and there was nothing she could do about it other than retrieving bristles and paint from the storeroom and gloss over the shiny remnants of disrepair. And therefore, she entered into a journey of the unknown, drew rose petals and thorns onto broken canvas. Before she knew it, she decoupaged disintegration and fractures, glued a mosaic of imagination to mirror what should have been there in the first place. Sweat dripped from her forehead and smudged aquarelle shades which reassembled self-worth and confronted demons and abuse. An inner voice shouted, ‘all you need is a mantra to caption the artwork which you truly are.’ That is when she wrote her first poem and became free of doubts, oppression and cynical critique.
blame discredit reproach
failed to appease me in vain –
reflections can change
26th March 2021
Let Me Live for Me (Before Wi-Fi Drops Again)
Let me live for myself a little, please,
Let me sit with my soul in quiet ease.
I’ve fixed the world, I’ve solved the clan —
Now let me figure out… who I am!
What am I? How am I? Where do I stand?
Why does life feel unplanned?
I search for myself with dramatic flair —
Then forget why I even came there!
My culture, my country, my identity too,
So many roles — which one is true?
This tiny life, this fleeting song,
Why does adulthood feel so long?
Time gives no warning, age no clue,
No “update available” popping through.
This breath-by-breath subscription plan
Expires faster than we can.
Life slips through fingers like grains of sand,
No instruction guide, no helping hand.
No blinking sign, no flashing light —
Just Monday turning into Friday night!
This era runs at lightning pace,
We blink once — boom! Someone’s replaced.
One moment trending, next moment gone,
Like yesterday’s forgotten song.
Who knows when the thread will snap?
Mid-sentence? Mid-dream? Mid-afternoon nap?
At which turn, on which road bend,
Will Google Maps say, “Journey end”?
Where we’ll go — no one can say,
Life just changes day by day.
Plot twists come with no preview,
Even destiny says, “Surprise for you!”
So before I log out of this grand show,
There’s something important I need to know:
That I have met my inner light,
Not just scrolled through life each night.
Not lost inside the noisy crowd,
Trying to make my ego proud —
But pausing long enough to see
What it really means to be… me.
So let me live for myself right now,
I deserve that much — allow me somehow.
Let me stitch small lamps of peace inside,
Where calm and chaos both reside.
Because in the end, when curtains fall,
No trophies, no applause at all —
Just one soft whisper, clear and free
“I met myself… and she met me.”
I missed you today,
that hello in the morning...
That song that played,
long distance comes to mind, linked with broken strings...
you had me worried...
you know i hate it
when you're quiet...
Do you know
what went through my mind?
The questions I had...
If this is the preview
of my life without you...
without hearing your voice...
then I might as well stop breathing...
Your silence
said more than
words ever could...
I hate it when
you’re quiet,
but I understand...
sometimes, silence is needed...
to make us appreciate
each other more, guess what?
You said it best,
when you said nothing at all...
Form:
The magical season, so bewitching
in displaying three seasons in a row.
Fall’s mystique starts with Summer’s warmth pitching
fun in the sun, strolls under moonlight glow.
Weeks in, comes splendid spectacle of hues
of Autumn leaves, green leaves turn to array
of yellow, orange, red, gold, brown diffused
creating one of nature’s rich displays.
Then flaunt of Halloween decorations,
costumes and delight in many faces.
Months in, the awaited celebration
of nature’s richness and thankful praises.
Fall ends with preview and taste of Winter.
Snow, like crystals glitter, but can hinder.
10/4/21
It all started with one, now I need at least two
This is just the preview
People only there when they need you
Fast to deceive you
Such actions are see-through
I took off on a ski-doo
In the air debris flew
Rent and another payment soon to be due
In Australia near an area full of Emu
A secret message was written in Hebrew
As time courses
There'll always be opposing forces
Over anything, such as resources
As well as horses
Don't get it twisted and distorted
Either unbiased, against it or all for it
While in orbit
They stick with it or eventually forfeit
Hardy har har
I always party hard
People trying to have a heart to heart
Quitting is the hardest part
Don't let the darkness start
Most of the time I isolate
Never do I await
And embrace what is so called 'my fate'
Got to pave my own way, often my eyes dilate
Still humans continuing to violate
The one to annihilate
Another species, permanently impacting survival rate
You name it the time and place
I'll be there, ready to work and in a good mind state
Even when I'm hungover, I'm just over all the lies and hate
Rarely ever sober, at night I often lie awake
All this damage
As time continually passes
It's of no advantage
Among the masses
Getting difficult to manage
Fogging up my glasses
Nearby the grasses
Far too many obsessed with the upper class and status
It's bat s***
Like the life of an addict
I got to watch out for any toxic gases
Can't think or move at the speed of molasses
Meanwhile in the sky occasional flashes
In the end ashes to ashes
Day One... Chapter Two... of
Political turmoil throughout the land.
Where Felonious Trump takes to his throne,
Right along with the rest of his MAGA band.
It's still hard to believe for some,
That millions of Americans voted him in.
As if the first time wasn't enough,
So his convictions can start again.
Yet for millions of others there's
Only fear, that guides the countries way.
Since the art of his deals knows few brush-
Strokes, just finger-painting to play.
With bullying and intimidation as the favorite
Colors, the divide will surely only grow.
Such that the wealthy will prosper and
Concentrate, while the poor can only slow.
The next four years, for some will be dramatic,
While many others will feel only despair.
Because the scales of righteousness are unbalanced,
And the moral compass spins wildly in the air.
My greatest wish is that I am wrong in this preview,
And I can continue to easily laugh and sing.
But this history has taught a lesson to be skeptical,
From a man who sees himself ... as a King.