Long Prolongs Poems
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The weight of the world on her shoulders
Memories frayed, makes her grow colder
Who is this girl to try and have better?
All her life paying out to her debtors.
Can’t she just see that there is still purpose
Most passed her by, cannot scratch the surface.
Is it just fate or a matter of believing?
With a smile on her face, she prolongs the healing.
Six different roads will lead to the same place
Most of her journey, subjected and displaced
How far is heaven when you can’t stand on two feet
The rhythm of war aligns with each heartbeat.
She pushes down her flaring hot temper
Afraid they will all eventually reject her
All she can see is herself getting older
Questions her life, should she be bolder?
Is it a deficiency that keeps her quite frail?
Did she miss out? Or has that shipped sailed?
Her fears are the trigger
The truth is the gun
The evidence unclear so she repeatedly runs.
Six different roads will lead to the same place
Most of her journey, subjected and displaced
How far is heaven when you can’t stand on two feet
The rhythm of war aligns with each heartbeat.
By: Sabina Nicole
“Activity makes my life colorful. To be quiescent is relaxing, but when it prolongs, I feel I am dead.” – By Poet
Day after day passes
With rarely a purpose to fulfill
Thoughts after thoughts flit,
With nothing to hold in memory.
I am stuck on the lonely highway of life.
No addendum!
Up the long path of life,
From joy to pain,
And from pain to joy,
I have been oscillating all these years.
Now my mind is empty.
No exhilarating emotions.
No vexing thoughts
No nagging concerns
No convulsing tidal swaying
Like a placid lake with no ripples
Like a sponge with water squeezed out
Like a kite refusing to soar high,
I am now a bough on a sturdy stem,
Resisting to be touched by the wind!
You might think I have learned,
To look at life with a level brow
And enjoy the stillness of my mind,
When the mad scramble in me dies.
Perhaps you are right.
But I detest this mental hiatus,
This numbing languorousness,
This sickening emotional torpor!
Am I becoming a log over the moving currents?
From this quiescent state, I look for a release.
Traveling dimensions,
My intention is the engine,
Ascension is in session.
Lessons in the stream,
Become the theme,
You seem to be seeing.
You're dreaming this being into being,
Agreeing to the terms,
As you squirm through the day.
Remember you're here to play,
To get away from your immensity.
The intensity was meant to rise,
Surprise,
God sees through your eyes.
You are the disguise,
Wise up to the power you hold,
Be bold,
It's more precious then gold.
Whoever told you different,
Feared your unique imprint.
Each instant you wait,
Prolongs your fate,
The gate is open.
I'm woven through reality,
My energy stronger then gravity,
Traveling through space and time.
My rhymes a door for you to explore,
The part of your core you're here for.
Its the source of your dreams,
Keeping us on the same team.
An energy stream,
That can't be seen,
So no one can get between,
The truth that you've seen.
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
My food is simple, unlike my music
Most of the time I spend in excellent company
My muse is unobtrusive and only appears with dessert
If I were vain, I would compare my work
To the labour of Sisyphus, but incidentally, I don't consider it meaningless:
I see more meaning in the fall of a boulder than, for example,
In the jumps of parachutists who risk getting tangled in their straps
But vanity is infinitely inventive, I like to observe
The tricks of the psyche that justify these pleasures
My music seems abstract, although it is merely
Autobiographical, and therefore translatable into the language of emotions,
At least in allusive episodes
Although I am not inclined to reproduce ready-made formulas
To serve as a worn-out armchair for the audience
I am for leaving the comfort zone for the zone of sadness
The zone of rhetoric of deliberate inconveniences, where I am like a fish in water
I ask questions and answer them myself, or
I simply ignore myself, thereby mocking my
Scattered plebeian curiosity.
If the crowd listened to my ellipses and exclamations,
My falling cupboards and jokes at funerals
Would be appreciated and supported,
And I would be recognised as a genius, for which, of course,
I would apologise to the crowd, even though their romantic ideals
Are utterly nauseating, but well paid.
But the number of simpletons is truly infinite
It is inversely proportional to the number of geniuses
Cynics write music for the crowd
Something like Yesterday and Candle on the Wind
And my indulgent attention goes unnoticed
My subtle jokes do not elicit smiles
And therein lies my happiness as an avant-gardist
Success would destroy me, but the indifference of the noosphere
Prolongs my life, which I pay for
With my music of spheres, squares and tendons.
GOODBYE IS THE SADDEST WORD
Am missing you though you are by my side
You are here but not here as I can’t feel your presence
I told myself you were right for me but I feel lonely in your company
I see your face disappearing from the reach of my sight
Hope you are not leaving; your goodbye will be the worst of farewell.
Mercy does not begin where love come to an end
Heard mercy prolongs love and makes it even more beautiful
It was happy beginning about turning to a saddy end
Look harder baby and see that different part of me
Don’t give me that look; it will break my heart if you say goodbye.
So weighed down not only by uncertainties but also by obsession
I made my entire dream yours & you looked at me and made it shatter
It is so hard to realize that what we have, we don’t have anymore
Am the soldier of your heart; am so ready to go to war for your heart
Hope not loose you to my enemies; hope am not hearing goodbye?
Don’t try walking away from my side baby
If I loose you now, everything will be gone may be
The thought of you leaving me has left me creeping in fear
I don’t want to wake up in the morning and not see you my dear
If you ever leave me at night; it will be the worst of all badbyes.
Now; if you like leave am no longer scared
It will be hard but whatever happens am prepared
I no longer care if we stay forever or remain forever apart
To someone else special; I will find and give my special heart
Oh! She said goodbye; it was the happiest of all goodbyes.
…Lordvip…
…D’ Poetic Beast..
Rhyme after rhyme quest face to face;
Chime spinning chime to space wide space.
Sign after sign swirls choice to choice;
Line follows line as poise greets poise.
Dawn after dawn as light knows light;
Morn grounding morn to sight new sight.
Start alters start to trace a trace;
Heart touching heart as grace meets grace.
End prolongs end as rhyme twirls rhyme;
Trend echoes trend from time to time.
Hint upon hint comes more and more;
Mist blankets mist from shore to shore.
Play follows play as ploy frames ploy;
Stay after stay streams joy for joy.
Leon Enriquez
23 June 2014
Singapore
Antimony Foolishness
Age 51 is often when one’s unable,
To buy the status quo, it’s old and needs mending.
New sports car, how youthful! Refuting the label,
Of premature old age, gray hair pending.
Girl friends need to be added to the stable,
Young women, their company lending,
Immortal aura when sharing their bar table.
What invokes “against aloneness”, or “befriending”?
You’ll find a word “antimonos” in Greek fable.
The element Antimony, #51, is alloy tending,
By emulating its properties, “Romeo” is enabled.
By experimenting with the valence one’s sending,
Reactions occur, some of which may be stable,
But it’s hard to tell if another is bonding or pretending,
Especially, to induce attraction, one increases spending.
Remember to study and use the Periodic Table,
It prolongs youth, the illusion of vitality never ending.
© Chaim Wilson
I think I know why the ocean flows - From the poem, I think I know why the ocean flows by Vijay Pandit
During one stormy winter season, I lived in a 50-foot boat for a couple of months. I also know that the Atlantic waters on the east coast of the USA are warm, and I'm aware that the Pacific Ocean waters on the west coast are cold. But beyond the Pacific's sandy beaches where she flashed me real good, or just at the exit of the Golden Gate on a short Bay Cruise, I have not been out into any of the world's oceans and seas. But I have heard the fog horns alerting ships coming to port, and still, I know so little about the seven seas. But I think I know why the ocean flows.*
she flows to keep the world afloat
she flows to greet the sandy beaches
she flows because she has places to go
she flows because of the moon commands
she flows to keep the salt from killing her
She flows because the gravity forces her
she flows because she's dancing with the wind
she flows to keep continents separate and sovereign
she flows because she's alive; only dead things are still
She flows because she knows that mobility prolongs life
she flows because she's ever receiving the waters of the world
she flows because she got word that the Dead Sea could not flow
041320PoSpCtest, Poetic Lines From A Poetry Soup Poet - Vijay Pandit Silent One, Sponsor. *Facts, fiction, and a little fun. 3P
“My immortality prolongs alone if it isn’t for this sword
The sword belonging to the unwoken you of the much bloodshed fought
Beyond many lifetime away, I began to understand the cause
Reasons for why I’m to live forever and the Knight of the Word be lost
They were our sins upon defiance to the Heavens of our fate
To purify the uncertainties of love, to relinquish the reasons of hate
I’m nay to ask for love in return from a much-awaited time
Its only The Ancients to ensave must you forever bear in mind
And I return to you, Knight of the Word…this Sword of Sin
To bring the promised peace back to The Ancients through your dreams
I cannot foresee how we shall meet again of a gifted time ahead
Mayhaps we should leave all else to the prophecy of fate
Be there a candle in the water to guide your path
My love for you belongs an eternity to outlast”
Time after time, visions from the night appeared often
Being the chosen one, the Knight of the Goddess of Word
Dreams belong then, my portal into The Ancients
Perhaps those silent days were answers left unheard
I’m no more the man I once knew
I do not remember even, what were dreams
Haunting nights were becomingly harder to deal
Perhaps reality isn’t really more to seem
My journey had already began its phase
I knew because the Sword of Sin was presented to me
An angel’s love upon ancient’s waste
Living in echoes beyond darkness of nightless mystery
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