Long Profoundness Poems
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Burning inside there are two flames I am devoted
to and none is of a lesser or a greater degree
that the other: I definitely love them both; nurtured
by virtue, assured by unbreakable trust, I foresee
they can shorten the longest road with little effort:
whether it be dark or bright, all must be won or lost!
The face of intense gentleness that I deeply revere is
that vigilant angel walking near me to prevent any
harm I may succumb to anywhere and anytime!
The beautiful flag I swore allegiance to gladly
flaps and assures me I will be protected by her always;
one flame is maternal love, the other national pride!
Anyone who tries to convince me to betray them is
is a foe trampling under my feet; who put life into this blood
is to be loved eternally until it can't flow anymore and that
flame is hotter than the shimmering sun unable to melt
the thick ice on my solitary path: never will winter's wind
wind freeze my skin and blur my vision on my travels.
I'm very fortunate to have known the tenderness
from my mother's humble soul and the valorous spirit
instilled by my country's profoundness of ideals;
one gave me birth, the other gave me a proud heart.
Good earth styles
Fine ample grass;
A fine raiment
Sun and rain speak
Splurge fond refrain;
Rainbows echo
Dawn flings
Shadows drowned;
Awake to birdsong
Man-made park
Forest architecture;
In the city
Journey here
Begin within;
Greet the sea shore
Waves splashing
Jetty promenade;
Fishing trip moments
Offshore boat ride
Temple pilgrimage;
Kusu Island awaits
By temple hall
Ancestral tablets;
Silence mitigates
Sunday church service
Congregation sings;
Amen to that
Buddhist mantra
Chanting meditation;
Mindfully aware
God's children come
Kingdom awaits;
Barter for bread
Hindu yogi
Beyond samsara;
Lotus posture
Muslim Renaissance
Faith revival;
Touch of grace
Sufi thinker
Austere profoundness;
Lessons to learn
Taoist philosophy
Yin-Yang address;
Harmony presides
Christian theology
Heaven and Hell;
Symbols and signs
Jewish piety
Despite persecution;
People of God
God wears
Many hats;
Each a religion
Wise men tell
From all faiths:
God is Love
Men of Science
Men of God;
Bridge the gap
Go beyond faith
Rest in stillness;
Walk the middle way
God's children
Need love and light;
Stern compassion works
A wise man said:
Live and let live;
Do not shed blood
Keep your faith,
Love all colours;
See human rainbows
Leon Enriquez
05 August 2014
Singapore
One hundred and one
Lifetimes seem a pittance
To seek and find
True enlightenment...
Here I am once more
In a mortal garment
Adorned with an impulse
An echo of Your Call...
Still, I search
Not finding You
Because I look for You
In all the wrong places...
A deep longing in
My heart awakens
Intensity and purpose
To seek Your Face...
All outside is cold
And darkness surrounds me
With the touch of
Empty desolation...
Each hint I pry open
Reveals a piece of the
Mosaic interwoven with
A glimpse of forgetfulness...
Still, I search and search
Like a blind man
Grasping at the touch
Of emptiness...
And time and space
Go on swirling
In the places I trod
Distracted and distracting...
So many wrong turns
And cul-de-sacs
To reconcile what's fake
And notice the authentic...
Time slips away
And space seduces
My good intentions
With vain and misty forms...
Only finding You
In dreams of immortality
As I abruptly exit this
Mortal coil once more...
Glimpses of nirvana
Can be alluring
But where do I go
Even as I am but a seed...
Finding You only as I fall
Into a deeper sleep
Unhindered by
The shutters of a mortal shell...
If this is the way
To find the inner path
Can the Kingdom of
Heaven be found?
I retreat from the
World outside only
To reach within for
A brief moment of inner peace...
Beyond all restless
Strife to find meaning
In a deeper peace
In certain stillness...
Here You await in silence
In all-abiding profoundness
Beyond my little self
To set me free...
Thus my longing
Helps in my finding You
And my journey ends
With ecstasy unending...
For I have finally
Come home to You
My one true Love:
The First-Cause of my cause...
Only to rest for
A while and then return
To my journey
Wandering seeking...
For Love gathers love
In the glimpses of
Immortality in realms
Where light scatters darkness...
Vivid stillness dances
As Love lives life
For life is the dance of Love
Ad infinitum...
Leon Enriquez
18 September 2018
Singapore
This poem is based on the painting 'Weeping Woman' by Picasso
In fragments of fate,
timeless tears seem invisible,
but there is profoundness in sorrow,
a beauty in the vulnerability -
there is an art to expression.
As colours collide upon a canvas,
it reminds me of a black and white world,
where I was taught to be a 'man.'
But all I recall are my mothers cries.
In times of pain,
all I feel is your fears.
When adversity calls,
all I see is your struggles.
I am a reflection of your love,
a structure of your strength.
When you are no more,
maybe, I'll search for you among the stars.
If moonlights should caress my face,
I know it's you smiling down at me.
I awoke before the magnificent light glazed the earth,
I stood out side on my balcony,
And gazed as the moon faded into morn,
I felt the cold air petting my face,
With eyes closed and I absorbed the fresh air.
From the profoundness of heaven above,
The ray of light glanced through the clouds,
It does not wait on no man to "come"
And sweep it's light.
The birds are waking up
I could hear them sing in the distance.
The sleeping buds arise ,
Spreading their petals to receive the pluming rays.
I snuggled with my blanket on my chair,
Sipping my Bavarian Wildberry Tea,
Awaiting my day to begin.
In a gentle motion the light gleams,
Over the hills,the seas,the trees everything in its midst,
The morning rays spread throughout the land ,
As the stars go dim and fade away.
I see my day look bright like the sunflowers in my garden,
I got up looked at the beautiful morning sun,
Smiled and walked inside with contentment.
Form:
*Image of Tea & More by EverPic.
The Mettle of Mom's Kettle
Dear mother's tea kettle.
She purges impurities daily.
She satisfies it with freshness.
Encounters gained exponentially.
She alights the stagnant to awaken.
Temperate measures brew righteously.
Truly divine profoundness spirits a flavor.
She bears its consequence with confidence.
Gifting patient nothingness anticipated quench.
Honeyed sugary sweetness greets a reigning crown.
A Word of grace courtesies a solemn room full of smiles.
"...it continues..."
2022 December 31
*10th Place*
YOUR CHOICE
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2023 January 11
Another day
Again no lover to warm my heart
Another night
I know I shall sit alone in darkness
Another walk in le jardin sans amor
Me, my life has ended, she left me heartless
All around young lovers stroll, hand in hand
As I admire old men playing chess
Children fly their kites
They run and sing, spring in their steps
Cotton candy vendors shout their wares
The cafes are full, with life and love
I wish I could believe
Wish I could love again
Me, I am almost old
The songs play over and over in my head
Lovers all around, as I drink my wine
Another day
Without the profoundness of love
Glass to lips, I drink to a life that was not to be
The waiter with eyes, asks another glass?
Why not I say?
It’s the anniversary
Of just another day
She is a masterpiece of wild contradiction,
fuse blown by a wick, of litmus tongue in your senses-
her moods shifting chameleonic shades everything at once
in candle wax trick or residue residing nowhere.
Heart's firework pinwheel blown
by a wish everywhere
and summoned without lips service-
to neither Hades, Avalon nor Loch Ness, lore.
In her magic lies a silent non disclosure appeasment,
a benediction like a life preserver of electric feel.
Her trinkets are cursed idols, in a pool of profoundness laid- imply at your feet, dewly spilled.
She sheds jade droplets of faceted
watershed moments,
strings them like pearls
to loose your balance on your
precipitated emotion.
She is "in the field"- set of runged abominations-
of a fools notion.
Jade droplets of faceted conglomeration
bathed of precipitale- emotion-
swimming your head like electric eel.
She is a storm brewing inside a jewel,
vagabond bauble non descript versing of
evident residual haunting your soul to steal-
new horizon, taunting virgin territory, with infatuation, lightning.
Underwritten page of felt covertly, subtly everything hunting, seasoned overtly sensory heightened display.
Moraed morals, moreover-sustained
of overlay fonting the atmosphere
cover paged as she wears where she lays.
The sky, a distant dream in the ocean of her gaze,
Wind stripped bare in a pool of borrowed
rhymes swimming your head in amaze
as we scramble for the right words to parlay
in her charms way.
In her voice lies a silent romance
leaving more questions than answers in her wake,
as her moods shift, atelier 'steem-roller,
like runic winds
of intolerant display, mind, screen-controler.
Touchstones in a pool of profoundness,
sun ray sing song at hand after the reigns.
Hidden scruple of consciousness scuffling
yet to be scudded through assigned locus,
focusing on clarification surpassing confusion.
Mystic mind mesmerised on translucent thoughts,
suffused by morose mist needs transparency.
Confused contour of path of life congested in chaotic commotion
demanding luminosity of serene sublime soul
waiting for brightly shining sparkling stars to illumine.
When Angelic Aura will glow behind placid maroon Moon,
encumbered heart may turn ebullient, exuberant soon.
Conscience if circumvented by illusion, clairvoyance
of cosmic profoundness to exhibit ecstatic effulgence.
Radiance of contemplation will illumine discombobulated musings
welcoming freshness of dawn dew glistening on bliss of realisation.
blessed by my ecstatic ethereal enlightenment.