Long Procures Poems
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When a child if gifted with a book it transforms into a key to unlock the mind. The gate to the secret garden of imagination is pried from its forgiving hinges and the child is free to expand their imagination to galaxy proportions.
The simple pages of a book provide a passport for a passenger seat next to the likes of Captain Biggles in his Tibetan adventures to locate the forbidden city of Shangri Lah, or a magical flight to Neverland with Pan and the lost boys. Who knows how each “child’s mind’s eye will envisage the loathsome creature that is Mr Hyde or the demure Dr Jekyll?
It captures the heart of a parent to witness their young boy, lying on his bed, engrossed in the pages of Stevenson’s Kidnapped. His imaginings transform him into the character of David Balfour, fighting alongside the Jacobite rebel, Alan Stewart. Such a comforting vision is a young girl, lounging on the couch on a rain soaked winters afternoon, fanning through a copy of Anne of Green Gables, engrossed in the character of Anne Shirley, wishing to emulate her outgoing spirit and giving nature.
The abundant bread basket of literary expositions act as a conduit, unlocking a child’s ability to make judgements about morality, injustices and an understanding of consequences in decision making. All the while the simple act of quietly reading procures an incalculable and surreptitious response to education for a lifetime to come.
The nostalgic aroma of floral vanilla and almonds that emit from the pages of an old book invokes a sense of anticipation to the imaginary adventures about to be embarked upon, creating an atmosphere of ambivalence.
An implore to parents across the globe to leave the television set and so-called social media, bombarding a child’s mind like a tidal wave, leaving in its wake a desolate landscape of nothingness. Embrace the tactile feel of pages in hand, gently stroking the mind, embedding feelings of, wonder and imagination. Read to your children every day and encourage them to jamb their noses into literary masterpieces from the likes of Stevenson, Doyle, Dickens and many more worthy exponents that have stood the test of time.
Gazing at the Sky
Gazing at the sky on a summer night
With MYRIADS of stars shining sheer bright
Beside the LUNAR orb is sheer delight,
To my heart and mind an exquisite sight,
A scene I would ever wish to relish,
A picture I would take pride to cherish.
Lending an awfully attentive ear,
Dispelling all SLITHERING waves of fear
I can overhear LILTING songs of stars,
Though many a hundred light years afar,
So tuneful and melodious to hear
So harmonious, lyrical and clear,
Staring at the sky with still closer eyes
A NEBULA close to the stars up high
I can view, a swirling canvas full bright,
Painted with hues of cosmic dazzling light,
A shining seedbed for stars to take birth,
A SERPENTINE charm when viewed from the earth.
As I gaze at nightly sky from a couch
A sour PHOSPHOROUS taste pervades my mouth
And streams of deep thoughts CASCADE from my mind
As in the sky real joy I can`t find
As peering down my inner self procures
And scanning the depth of myself secures.
The inner self is a matchless art piece,
A fountain of true happiness and peace
A serene Nebula of sparkling light
That never fades, but day and night shines bright
Leads man to the rightful path in his life
And spares him from a stark Serpentine strife.
Earth
I love to dwell on a hill slope
Where humbly lies my humble home
Bordering the river of hope
With giant trees shrouding its dome.
The sweet water of the river
Nourishes my hillside garden,
A showcase for some rare flowers,
Which I till during the weekends.
I gather strength from morning strolls
On strait lanes along the river
That hums tunes to comfort my soul
And relieves woes of my quiver.
Inhaling the fresh morning air
With sparrows singing their soft songs,
Butterflies hopping everywhere
Procures strength one`s life to prolong.
Staring at some lovely lilies
Opening their buds is delight
That very few other beauties
Can vie as relish to the sight.
Gazing at trees and upper hills
While caring for earth and plant`s health
Invests the heart with shines of thrill
And the body with nature’s strength.
Contemplating beauty of earth
Confers vigour to onlookers
That is enduring till last breath
Of nature saviours and seekers.
Indeed, cherishing earth beauty
Ignites in man love for nature,
Sharpens taste for sublime duty
And his love for Divine Mother.
The ABCs of Another Poetry Soup Friend, Who Is:
Amiable and responsive to many people in need.
Bold when it comes to matters of conservation.
Caring and sympathetic, her heart seeks goodness.
Dismayed at times, her strength endures…even on tough days.
Encouraging to many, she acknowledges talents effervescently.
Friendly and loving, she embraces matters of the heart.
Giving, she shares her knowledge through poetry…educating.
Hopefully smiling, she walks a solitary life, kindly, helpfully.
Intelligent and assertive, she is successful at shaping results.
Justice and fairness are an integral part of her soul.
Knowledgeable, journalism and poetry are second nature to her.
Lovingly, her laughter can brighten lives in delightful ways.
Mystifying at times adds to the intrigue of knowing her.
Noble and decent are her intentions.
Opulent with kindheartedness and compassion, she uplifts others.
Passionate submersing herself fully, when she loves.
Quiet-spoken and calming bestows her wise words.
Resolute when it comes to meeting life goals.
Studious; she is successful at acquiring and presenting knowledge.
Terrific; one would be honored to have her as a friend.
Up to date on the latest events: political, poetic, personal
Victoriously she approaches the trials of life.
Wonderfully, she procures and nurtures new friends.
Xceptionally fortunate am I for the gift of knowing her.
Youthful at heart, she remains forever beautiful.
Zealous, inspiring, a real spitfire…this friend I admire is Carolyn Devonshire.
Here we go around to explore bargains,
This downtown shopping brings sure encounters;
We loiter these grounds with mindset laid plain,
Leafing and breezing through noisy clutter.
We take our sweet time to look and enjoy,
No need to hurry to snatch and to grab;
So many wares rhyme in such greedy ploys,
Credit woes worry if craze floods mind map.
This consumer fad in wrong appetites,
Tempting stuff parade to linger lust plain;
Shopping spree gone mad with blistering bites,
Uneasy charades to bolster fond gain.
That old Hamlet thought provokes and prolongs:
"Buy or not to buy" springs daunting question;
This stuff costs a lot and temptation's strong;
Then firms a sure sigh to flee persuasion!
We tarry a while to ponder anew,
Consider our cares and measure need or want;
Let sanity style our subconscious cues,
Then with steady fare, settle the undone.
So hear happy heart skip free and shop-hop;
No need to spend more than the basic intents;
Discern how to start to enjoy each stop;
Indulge not a cent in spending content!
We come to seek out the things that we need,
Buy only the stuff that suits our lifestyle;
Ignore the sales shouts that funnels our greed;
Wit procures enough to forge a fond smile.
Downtown Singapore we explore new malls,
Seek out new treasures, breeze from store to store;
Browse surprise galore in offers that call,
Glass display measures that advertise more!
Leon Enriquez
06 Apr 2014
Singapore
Unswallowed lumps of lobster immodest
Crustacean returns to pincers persimmon
Waitress whisk indiscernible clears linen
Custom of one equates her eight hour day
Has It All Paul wipes away gourmet residual
Exhaustion frightened by frothy latte
Fingers in pies finance necromancer denies
Bulging funds fail to complete, coins conflict
Periphery rebuffs, enough is finite, endless leers
Goblet of gluttony grape broth overflow inflicts
Victim of vanished virtue, bon vivant declaration
Transmutes rules, outruns consequence
Guidance glued in buttery dough glides rhetorical
Yacht reined in quay quiver, another arrow for Cupid
Entertainment timed to change with shifting tides
Inglots tossed overboard drown in debauch
Drunk playboy Paul while vulnerable divulges
Disdain for greeds' steep scrag, perpetual pursuit
Outdo, prove prowess for those who never realise
Incongruent grapple for further forgets to cherish
Partners relent, resources force caucus to submit
Patronising Paul procures boardroom obedience
Inundating debt retards bombastic boon reward
Promise of association silences indulgent sin
28th June
Plenty Stimulates
The Joys of Springtime
When spring sunshine spreads its carpet of greens
On prairies, meadows, valleys and hillsides
When tulips and roses are garden queens
When daffodils in bloom ornate roadsides,
When spring sunshine steers birds to quit their nests,
Hop from branch to branch, tweeting all along,
Flutter in the air, feeling free and blest
And wish the hours of the day to prolong,
When spring sweetish breeze caresses the cheeks
And lovingly lulls us to snooze by night,
It is time the lure of sweet dreams to seek
And in young Hypnos* embrace to delight.
Let springtime be a moment to relish
With enticing joys that its shine procures,
Let it be the prime season to cherish
For loving souls seeking their heart to cure.
*In ancient Greek mythology, Hypnos is the personification of sleep.
I acquire grievous compost in my mind’s glass eye,
piles and piles of waste debris lingers-
my subconscious feeds my intellect
and I am left breathing pure black ash
sinister by true nature yet pure as the whitest gold,
I seek the landfill only the poor seek;
for the needy realize the worth of
nourishment, not material wealth
my mind cracks open ineffably with vivid memories,
and this junkyard dwells where things
do not inhabit the universe - well needed
healthy thoughts ascend when the pure
crystalline hourglass stands perfectly still-
(as still as an imperial monumental column)
fear of the acumen residue in my dark mind procures,
feet planted firmly, standing upright-
ephemeral thoughts in my mind’s glass
eye flow through my bone marrow-
I embrace the remnants of solitude that
restlessly reside in my favorite junkyard;
(where I shall salvage what joy I have
left, and yearn to dispose of pain's refuse)
22 lines (sorry I just could not delete anymore lines)
October 31, 2019
Craig Cornish
My Favorite Junkyard Poetry Contest
I am what you call a bearer of the "caul"
I was born with a veil that covered my face
It's supposed to be a sign of many things
For me this caul has given me the future
It is not something I can control
These things I see or feel
Sometimes they just overwhelm
I'm brought down to my knees
It's when they're strong and frighten me
I don't know where to turn
I know I'll sound quite insane if I share
The feelings of gloom that pain me so
But every now and then, I get a hint
From one close and dear,that shares the caul
Of something coming near
We do not have to say or explain the feelings
In our heads
We know by now it's from the caul
That wields and shares its doom
I never know exactly when or where
The tragedy will occur
Only feel the emotions that each event procures
It becomes a albatross I carry round my neck
This gift I was born with,Foresees fear and death
I wish I wasn't the one to carry this cross
It's knowledge is not of hope just misery and loss.
Since ages ago the kite exists
To entertain the small and the elder ones
Built in several forms and multi-coloured
It shares happiness to the kite flier
A good pastime for children and adults
Kite flying procures immense pleasure
Behold! how joyful is that lad
With the string in his hands
Fighting against the winds it soars high in the sky
Piercing the clouds it travels at high speed.
Fly, fly my beautiful kite
It is a real feast for the eyes
Carry me far away from this madding crowd
Where I can find a new home
Filled with peace of mind and serenity
A world devoid of worries and stress
But it has restricted freedom
Just like a kite with broken strings
Sometimes our life is unstable
Not knowing which direction to take
Flying in the north, south , east and west
Driven away and controlled by the winds
Will it be able to survive?
Will it meet the sky again after the fall?