Long Pure love Poems
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Everything good appears in your life in pairs,
'God has special interests in your affairs,
That's why showers of blessings pour on your life,
And immuned you against your enemies strifes.
Beauty naturally perches on your face,
Pure love has turned your heart to its dwelling place,
Kindness finds your life its natural abode,
On your life, many favours God has bestowed.
Intelligence finds in you its most comfort,
In all battles, wisdom makes you triumphant,
Happiness is what is seen in your mirror,
God's love for you makes your enemies shiver.
May days of your life be mightily blessed,
May God keep placing you higher than the rest,
May you live long in good health and in great wealths,
May from you and your friends, flee untimely deaths.
Blowing you a cherry kiss
From 3000 miles away
Know you are adored and missed
As the palms sway
Feeling your masculinity
In every winged word you say
Drowning in your denim divinity
As the palms sway
Leaving all indigo inhibitions
Like a child at peach play
Pure love amber ammunition
As the palms sway
Let rainbows paint my soul
As yellow you brighten my day
And lighten my heart of gold
As the palms sway
While sand caresses your toes
And thoughts are in outer space
My hands in green grass that grows
As the palms sway
Like a red kite you fly me
In breeze at dock of the bay
My love don’t deny me
As the palms sway
Say that you will be mine
Sweetheart don’t make me wait
To taste your love like white wine
As the palms sway
Sing me the Song of Solomon
Recite red psalms and purple pray
Come to me sweet olive man
As the palms sway
We have yet to meet
Yet we are of the same faith
Let us silver seek divine destiny
As the palms sway
Even before birth,the heart beats inside mother's womb
For the unborn,it is the whole world, the safest place to bloom.
The little inside is invisible to the world,to the mother
Yet,all the love and emotions,in the heart gather.
The bond between the two is pure love
It is as pure as the flying dove.
Even after birth,the love remains deep and pure
With time and years,it does mature.
The heart is not restricted to mother's love and care
It is,of course, open to all who love and the emotions, they share.
Like a garden with blooming flowers
My heart glows with love that showers.
For all,who believe in love and peace
Have a way,to the heart like the swarming of bees.
With a variety of love fragrance inside
The heart is where,all emotions reside...
Only those who have not yet met truly love each other,
Those who, in the early morning horizon, imagine themselves as kings and queens without sin,
They dream in the secretive color of amethyst, hidden somewhere deep,
Where the heart, intoxicated by the unseen moon, weaves its untouched desires.
They are like two parallel universes, close but never destined to meet,
In their cosmic dance, traversing unexplored, unembraced circles of stars,
They look at one another, through a veil of comets, with hope in their eyes,
Flashes of potential, of pure love, in the night where silence and mystery intertwine.
Hands reach out towards the moon, the cutter of nights, grasping only dreams and echoes,
In a phantom embrace, through which the celestial breeze passes, cold yet somehow hot,
The longing for a kiss ungiven, under the fluttering eyelid of time that pulsates and waits,
And unformed promises rise like smoke, dreaming of shapes, of completed contours.
In this labyrinth of the unknown, where footsteps resonate like an ancient song,
Lies the sweet elixir of mystery, sweetening every imagination,
Thus, in the space between certain and possible, floats the scent of an unnamed love,
As two souls seek each other among the stars and find each other in the unwavering moonbeams.
They are like two butterfly wings haunting the gardens of evening in a seraphic hue,
Touching only in the breath of wind vibrating with scents of jasmine and lavender,
The purity of an unknown feeling follows its path in evanescent bites,
And in the mystery that envelops them, the love born of the unknown seems eternal and holy.
Therefore, true love ascends in universes waiting to be discovered,
On unwritten book pages, in soundless melodies, it opens the way to infinite life,
For the sake of imagining what could be, they remain truly in their shared longing,
For in the unclear vision of beginnings, the incomprehensible possibilities of pure and undimming love are hidden.
Nurtured within the womb of space
Feeling within, life breath renew
We forget not to say, ‘thank you’
Recognising that all is grace
And knowing that love keeps no score
Tender heart begs for an encore
We choose to slow down our life’s pace
That resting thought borne violence
We dwell within, in staid silence
Small steps toward God we retrace
Tolerant and nonjudgmental
Our eye’s mindful and heart gentle
Holding pure love in close embrace
Boundaries blur, nodes within stir
Head and heart with bliss beats concur
Nurtured within the womb of space
Recognising that all is grace
We choose to slow down our life’s pace
Small steps toward God we retrace
Holding pure love in close embrace
Total and with pure love; loved more than anyone who has or will ever live.
He being filled with heavenly compassion for all those who have sinned.
Humbled oneself, to gladly serve all of fallen humanity ills.
Led, cared, shared, instructed, provided and protected most unselfishly.
No one can say, me too; but “Jesus” only He can Redeem.
He derived the most severe, of any physical beating.
Those red strips that covered His whole body, did scream out!
A plucked beard, a black eye with a bruised bloodied body.
A crown of thorns, a spear piercing His side and cross hung.
No one can certainly say, me too but say, "Not me too."
For Jesus only, He only, can Redeem.
Persecuted, used and abused and falsely accused.
He forgave and forgot all abusers and false accusers too.
Obedient to the way, the will and the words of God the Father.
The “Eternal Son” begotten mortal.
The image and glory of the God head radiant.
"Let us say, "Not me too," for “Jesus,”
He can save, redeem; if we repent and truly believe.
“The Eternal Son” raised glorified with unlimited redemption.
The creative order of God revealed to angels; men and women as decreed.
do you see me …
the s o u l of the s k y ~
born in the breath
of blistered blue ,
a constellation
of royal sea-infernos
sobbing in veins
that stretch from
ocean-fires to the
lava vial of Vesta ,
the luck of feral felicia
liquified in molten
metal lips
from the longing
laced in sultry sirens
of lapis lazuli ,
for, with you
I forseek the future ,
in the fickle foe
ferrying with fated fortune ,
a chest of cinders
questing
for unquenched quivers …
as this alabaster funeral ~
runs dry beneath my ribs
thirsty for flickering fame
flowing in crimson rivers ,
the glow of goblins
that ebbs
in dragon-smokes ~
inexplicable ,
imperial ,
invincible …
I am no clue
but the unmasked
destination ~
a blaze , banished,
in an ethereal exile
smothered
by the black sage,
I'll let you plead
on the pyre
of pure love
O Volcanus ~
in witchery willows ,
until you surrender
your eagle-stitched ego
to me , the Queen of fire ,
a prophecy pearled
in phoenix stars ~
streaked from
the palette
of flaming peridots,
the secret spoken
in scarlet and stelliform ,
and withdrawn from
the water-gods
in the name of
fierce oracles ,
which burn the bridges
burgeoning
to the heavens ~
that sleep
in an immortal fear
of my
inextinguishable
hell - f i r e …
The aroma of turkey baking
Children’s laughter in the den
Sneaking bites from the kitchen
Hugging the new arrivals of friends
The scent of smoke in the air
Crackling leaves beneath my feet
A delicious taste of raindrops in the air
Feeling the gentle breeze all around
The trace of November’s tantalizing flavor
A crackling fire bringing warmth to the room
Love the way Thanksgiving brings tasty treats
And joyous clasping of hands against hands
Thanksgiving odors are brisk and fulfilling
Echoes of happiness drifting past my ears
Enjoying the temptations from the kitchen
While whispering love to all the family there
I’m so thankful for the bouquets of the season
Raindrops dripping off the gutters on the house
Succulent meals that are baked with pure love
To touch the hearts of those that partake
November 16, 2019
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Come with fond grace:
Let your light trace,
Peace frames your face,
Bless time and space.
Come let us be:
Let joy spring free,
Zest moves the sea,
Pure love funds spree.
Come watch truth show:
Spice happy glow,
Warm light now grows,
Purpose you know.
Come dance fine style:
Share sacred smiles,
Zeal blooms grand piles,
Prize cast worthwhile.
Come with thoughts clear:
Dare stream deep cheer,
Right now and here,
Fond touch endears.
Come dear beauty:
That we may see,
Yes most truly,
Good earth lovely.
Come let us seek:
Grand lofty peaks,
Hear angels speak,
Embrace soul meek.
Leon Enriquez
15 October 2017
Singapore
Stop the moment, dear, I implore you, for time flows like a relentless river,
My soul with you is like a petal opening under the gentle morning sun,
Your sweet voice enchants me, a song echoing like times of golden years,
And I still live the moment as once before, when love was an endless dance under the clear sky.
You gave me, beloved, the dream and the honey of sacred love, a treasure hidden deep in my heart,
You guided my wing to a smooth flight, an eagle soaring above silver clouds,
Embracing that flight with an arm of eagerness, like a whirlwind of stars ignited in the eternal night,
To forever worship it, to illuminate the moment and burn like a living flame in the darkness of the world.
With a trembling soul, beloved, I implore you, forgive my pure love, untouched by doubt and fear,
I call upon the gods, for their visage is sacred, sculpted in the marble of time like a dream memory,
And time of yore seems an altar to me, a sanctuary of emotions and unfulfilled yet vivid desires,
Years will pass in flocks, here I will come to sip from the living water of indelible memories.
As before, your love will invite me to become intoxicated with its majestic and immortal blaze,
Whether I travel through the country or wander on another land, I will be with you, dear, like a wind's path,
And you give me a drop of small hopes, to be the spring from which to quench my secret thirst,
So that all your love may fit in it, an ocean of light embracing my soul.
And in this flow of thoughts and memories, in this stream of the heart knowing no bounds,
I will carry you in my soul like divine music, a melody that soothes and guides lost steps,
And we will live the moment as an endless dream, enveloped by the magic of love that never fades,
For in our silence, the story of an eternal now is written, a story without end.