Long Primes Poems

*Image of Thunder & Lightning by Pixabay.

The Stranger
My life warps by its beasts of woes
depression dogs my day
at night, stress drains my restless soul
the wrongs have no delay

Myself am I, forsook decreed
hope laid by things...

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(Dedication: For Ann)
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The tale now mints: a hero hears
A call that tints, a choice appears.


It cannot be, this journey quest
To cross the seas, to face the test.


Denial comes brisk, no hero here
To dare grave risk,...

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Do plans take stock of what you’d give to be a better man,
and somehow you have trust it’s true that human dream’s a gift,
that life’s a blessing on bad days? The world sees Grace (or...

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"Through the Vicious Eyes of Love"



All is fair 
in love and war

or so they say;

why so 
as saints,
mothers 
go through
the course of whore 
to feel torn in two
journeying
through gates 
that open 
unleashed pain -

then, at...

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"I truly feel that it is only when humanity can genuinely show love and
         respect, by nurturing and protecting the environment and all forms of 
 ...

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Though all are blessed with eyes to see,
Eyes never lay sight upon the seer;
No retina perceives the seedling
beneath its iris.

Ocular nerves sense Occam-ented pictures
Of identity: portraits framed by
Ourselves, Us, and Others
- Whose eyes perceived whole
But...

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In the garden, The Christ did pray
For strength ardent to bear pain's stay.

Gethsemane, the Master kneels
To ask to be with fond appeal.

His close aides lie in heavy sleep;
The Christ now cries in pain so deep.

The...

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Through the night's veil, in whispers, I moved my steps along,
Somewhere, a light within the darkness, sparked a straight and fiery throng,
The secret of time, always hidden beneath pointless reprimands,
A rebirth of hopes destroyed by...

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The Prospector: 

He packs his tack in a great canvas sack 
And then drives away in his car.
Nobody cries as they wave their goodbyes; 
They will await his return from afar.
When he reaches the track...

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(There's a thirteenth 'zodiacal' constellation, Ophiucus, The Serpent Wrestler/Holder, or the "Twelth Symbol," as here used. In some ancient cultures, serpents were revered as feminine symbols of rebirth/healing, and bees as symbols of wisdom, while...

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HARK, whilst thee singeth melody,
gauged labyrinths midst harmony,
ransom subconscious, placed thee free,
persuade possessed, heed thy purged glee,
beg reposed heart thy beating plea.
Themes prune labor to a degree,
song finesse thine assent of thee,
music quell sorts of...

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"Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter.” –Mark Twain


Gray strands, falling over crinkly skin
Where once was reflected beauty and approval,
Now there is merely old age, a has...

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To be sung to the tune of Subterranean Homesick Blues.

Davy’s in the basement
Working on geometry
You’ll see my intent
A theorem in development
Presh is on the website 
Hit pause, scratch head
Trick problem, misled 
Try another approach instead
Look...

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Note chaos that swirls in empty shades;
Observe and see the rowdy waves;
Infux of twirls of muddles made;
Sense faint beauty that comes dares to brave;
Empty this whirl that shouts to trade.


Charm feels a sway as passion...

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Journey Journal Page
OLDE SJI BRAS BASAH ROAD, 1971
By Leon Enriquez


Morning Glory
Florals on a fence
Violet blooms beauty
Plain in sparkling sense


Olde school field
By Bras Basah Road
Boys and football yield
To dawn’s purple load

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Dawn now brings
Such sparkling creepers
Olde tints...

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(Dedication: For my old classmate
Prabir Sen-Gupta and family.)
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Peace of mind frames the course of cheer,
Reap joy that heals the soul that knows;
Ask that good name can live most clear,
Bring fond goodwill that syncs grand flow;
Indulge...

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POIGNANT ECHOES
(Combo Verse Forms)**


Go with the flow, go with the mood;
Live what you know, live what feels good.

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --

Wind sifting
Bamboo vines sway;
Dawnlight bursting

-- -- -- -- -- --...

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Journey Journal
NEW YEAR SOJOURN
By Leon Enriquez


Brand New Year
Prize happy cheer


Live fond bliss
Greet all you miss


Be happy
Live your story

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Here and Now
Stillness endows


Now and Then
Love funds all trends


Here in time
Feel mystic chimes

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Words bind rhymes
Time after time


Look and...

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Be of good cheer
When sadness comes;
Let peace sign clear
Grand days that sum.


Death is the way
To going home;
Where rainbow rays
Forfeit stray roam.


Dying looks plain,
Steps feel easy;
Light beyond vain,
Nice and breezy.


In sure embrace,
This simple gift;
Finesse in place
To...

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A twinkle in her eyes tonight 
evokes the thought that they invite,
though I recall, not long ago
my absence seemed more apropos.

The laughs that linger on her lips
bare more than many verbal slips -
the times they...

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History is a loudmouth dunghill hen,
Who so hid hind it were left to cavil,
He who loves here and now’s a happy man.  

Past, a flightless bird, primes its wings in vain, 
A dodo buried...

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*Image of Golden Gate Bridge San Francisco by Pixabay.

"San Francisco, Open Your Golden Gate"

In my youthful primes some numerous years ago,
while Haight-Ashbury flickers in San Francisco,

ex-law enforcers, lawyers, demagogues all,
met in the solemn grand chambers...

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For forty six years now we've shared our home,
but for only the first months together alone,
moved into our own place the day we were wed,
and for forty six years we've both shared the same bed.

Though...

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(for: ’niyi osundare)

the goldness of those eyes,
like the eye of the earth –
beaming, mirrors the secret softness
hidden by the ash-like depths of our souls!

many of them, brother, so learned;
 o! carrying shrines of empty superiority,
as...

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A writer's craft bleeds streams of words,
Watch passion seed rhymes and chimes heard.


Conjure word craft in vivid surge,
Explore wordplay as feel primes urge.


Feel each feeling that sires fond waves,
Sights and sounds fling such flavours brave.


Listen...

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