Long Pyre Poems
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This carcase
This corpse
This empty shell
Shorn of its spirit
Its ready smile
Those twinkling eyes
Soft voice
And steely mind.
Tears stung his eyes
Misting the grim scene
Where was the young lad
Entrusted to his care
Destined now
For the ferryman
A ready listener
Careful observer
Easy learner
What he had been taught
Now all undone
By his pride
His resentment of his king
His refusal to fight
Having had to yield his prize
That is where it all began
And brought this bitter end
Cold shame
Cold anger
Cold steel
A murderous chill
A vow of vengeance
No pity
Only savage remorse
The body laid upon its pyre
The torch applied
Lit the flames of revenge
The flames licked the sky
Their smoke the incense
Heightening his prayers
Crying to heaven for catharsis
His men drew back
Serried ranks formed
Armed for the fight
Ready to follow
Witnesses of their hero
Primed for war
Dedicated to glory
In a duel to the death
Against the champion
Of the city under siege
And killer of their leader's ward
Thrice round the walls
Watched helplessly from above
Dragged in the dust
The victim mutilated and disgraced.
To Priam's pleas
He softened
The broken body
To his father returned
When pity
Smote his heart.
Our hero's end
An arrow in his heel
Fired from afar
By the prince
Who sparked
The whole tragedy
A stitch past nine on borrowed time,
memories come rushing back
The Wolf is feasting in Grandma’s bed,
Red Riding Hood a snack
A Cow gets ready to jump again,
but the moon drops from the sky
Humpty Dumpty a mess on the floor,
Tweedle-dum starts to cry
The candle burns for Jack’s last jump,
a quickening funeral pyre
The stepmother screams, Cinderella hides,
her daughter’s dress on fire
Little Jack Horner abandons his corner,
curds harden and whey runs aground
As Mother Goose watches the Grimm Brothers die
—not a child in sight to be found
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
and then there was nothing …
a distant echo of vacant abnegation
of purpose meaning delusion
yet a sense of unease flooded
nonchalant meditation
a void with no abyss
refused to make way to Nirvana
sandalwood marched like an Army of thoughts
burnt the loin cloth uncovered nudity beyond
imagination when the deluge breathed in flickers
blistered Nirvana scorched emotions and reason
as the heroine neared the apocalypse
her skin glowed in the dark
the sparkle set the fig tree on fire
infused the begging bowl with fragrance
of attention to the Here and Now
engulfed by her own flames
she flashed smouldered remains
revoked her precocious funeral pyre
tied frivolous misconceptions to the stake
if I really wanted to be nothing
I would hide in my womb …
21st April 2021
Could it be
That we will never be?
It cannot be
That we played with fire
Without playing the lyre
Could it be
That you are a liar?
Ready to jump into the pyre
My heart does bleed
And plead
For Mercy
I am Capricious
Even Luscious
In your bed
Always coloured red
Yet
You abutted
Never Pretentious
I am Anxious
Could it be
That you do not agree?
With my Faith
What would become of me
Should you let me be?
Without my Side
You will truly Hide
Your eternal Pain
In Vain.
I had really thought that you represented Love
I had really believed that you were a form of the One Above
The one for whom my heart beats
Ever since He saved me from being just an evil atheist
I realize now that I was just being fooled
Indeed, in matters pertaining to learning about myself, I needed to be schooled
See you, now I do know that mundane love would never equal divine love
Yes, now I do know that for earth and its beings, I should never ever drool!
Why, I do know that I am not a perfect being
I am made of flaws
But when I was suffering the consequences of those painful blows
I did get that which I needed most, a mystical awakening
So, see you, now I do know much more about myself
About life, about the meaning of faith
Now I do know that I shall have to cater to my duty
As well as to that which fills me with pleasure, my creative poetry
Now I do know that sometime, I shall meet with death
The opening is it, leading to the world of eternal life
The doorway which would lead me to where does be that which I want
True love, in its genuine state
Indeed, I am thankful to those painful words
They gave me everything that make of me a poet
Yes, for these were my very first odes
Though mistaken was I, on the matter as to whom they are meant!
29 Sept 2015
Written: August 02, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Crystol Woods
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In the slipshod cradle beneath the apple tree,
a bruised fruit folds ajar—
molten sweet sapidity pooling
through velvet skin.
Eviscerated grace, they say,
but I grasp the quiddity of life unmasked.
A burnt sienna kiss of aurora—
flesh undulating with fungal bloom,
wispy gossamer threads that stitch
the inevitable return to the earth.
It is not ruined.
It is a transformation:
a diaphanous ballet
between death and what dreams may grow.
We ogle brightness,
but rot is brighter still—iridescent with purpose,
alabaster spores pirouetting as sylphlike specters
on a sacred odyssey to placate
the starving soil.
It is seraphic.
It is a panacea.
It is quintessence made humble.
Rapture lies in this ineffable nexus—
decay whispers loud as a lullaby.
The rakish grubs maunder through
a velvet pyre of rind and memory,
and the loquacious beetle sermonizes
on endings as beginnings,
as though time had a gullet
And rot was its sweetest wine.
Call it grotesque.
Call it abhorrent.
But beauty—true, ineffable beauty—
wears many masks.
And in these nebulous throes of perishing,
I watch a face burnished by truth,
smiling with roots in its eyes.
Written: August 24, 2023
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Where oceans meet, the edge of the sky,
I cast bones onto a pyre, flames soaring high.
In this realm of dreams, where reality suspends,
I find solace amidst blazing amaranth trends.
The exposed palette of nature's artistry
Paints bittersweet views on my heart's tapestry.
Tangy perceptions awaken my senses anew.
As I stand on the precipice, with a view.
Staggering, the momentum of a ghost
With chestnut eyes that haunt me the most.
Drifting along the fall and rise of time,
I hear a careless song, sung purely off-key, in rhyme.
Melodies of the azure whisper in the breeze,
Carried by the waves, dancing with ease.
The Symphony of the Sea, a lullaby for the soul,
Guiding me through life's tumultuous toll
With each crashing wave and gentle tide,
I feel lost but alive, a vast abyss as visions collide,
The melodies of the azure echo within.
A symphony of emotions is where I begin.
Sky's edge, where heavens kiss the sea
I find serenity—a place to be free.
While the sun and moon were my guides.
I navigated this journey with nothing to hide.
The melodies of the azure carry me afar.
To a place where dreams and reality are ajar.
In this harmonious dance of colors and light,
I am embraced by the vastness, day and night.
So let the melodies of the ocean continue to play.
As I surrender myself to their sway.
For in this symphony—I find my peace.
Where oceans meet and bittersweet thoughts cease.
Melodies of the Azure, forever I'll hold,
As they guide me through life's story untold.
In the embrace of the sea and sky,
I find my purpose—as time goes by.
With each note—a memory, a tale,
Melodies of the Azure, never to fail
So let the waves crash and the wind blows.
I'll follow the melodies wherever they forego.
For in their harmonies—I find my soul,
And in their rhythms, I am made whole.
So let me drift along the fall and rise,
Of these melodies sung flawlessly off key, in disguise.
Desires bait, blocking path to heavens gate
Save for pure and chaste, awaits a dark fate
Consumed by ego spawned raging fire
Born to perish at the funeral pyre
Yet redemption ours, in stillness sedate
Where lies promised joy, which will not abate
How to start afresh, wiping clean life slate
Conscience betrayed, are we not a liar
Desires bait
Oh hermit, hold still, it is not too late
Cessation the way, all desires negate
Pure, childlike heart is all that we require
Touch divine takes us higher and higher
Align head and heart with love, do not wait
Desires bait
22-December-2021
Mind beyond bits the mandate blur,
Adjust sad gaze on faces blank;
Dead meat now fits that weary slur.
Grief flavours craze in broken ranks,
Aware too late of beastly charm;
Meet then the stakes where sharp cracks cut,
Echoes fling date as fate alarms.
Oblige odd make where foibles jut,
Frame discord here in violent clash.
Trouble marks well the grim groundswell,
Hurl language clear in lies that slash;
Rush brittle spell in taunting tell,
One by one see the hurting end;
Niche of harsh fire with pungent plans
Escape in spree of caustic blend;
Stack straight brusque pyre in fatal spend.
Leon Enriquez
09 November 2016
Singapore
I did not ask for the weight I bear,
Yet here I stand, beneath its stare.
A world of futures, unshaped, untamed,
Balanced upon the fire I’ve claimed.
With hands that tremble, yet never break,
I carve the path that none will take.
Not by force, nor fate’s demand,
But by my will, by my hand.
Yet with each step, the air grows thin,
The weight is crushing from within.
The bones beneath my flesh now groan,
A titan cursed to stand alone.
I see the lines where progress leads,
A gift, a curse, the planted seeds.
To build, to shape, to change it all,
Yet fear the height from which we fall.
For every dream, a shadow looms,
A whispered fate of endless tombs.
I ask myself, in quiet dread,
Do I create, or have I led
Us toward a grander pyre,
A world consumed by its own fire?
I am no god, nor meant to be,
Yet what I touch reshapes the sea.
And though I long to set it down,
To rest this weight, to leave this crown,
I know too well—should I let go,
The heavens crack, the world below
Will spiral, lost, without a guide,
And I will drown in wasted pride.
So I, Atlas, stand, though shadows grow,
The burden mine, none else may know.
And if my soul should wane, should break,
Who then will rise for heaven’s sake?
(Snaps fingers) Let's talk sonic alchemy, a cauldron bubblin' deep/
Rare groove rising, a phoenix from jazz vinyl's pyre/
Acid Jazz is born, setting the soul on fire/ in London's smoky clubs, back when the eighties roared/
A rare groove movement pulsed, a sound from nowhere that knows no bounds/
More like a fusion, a sonic, soulful thing/ Funk's greasy fingerprints, soul's sweet perfume, Hip-hop's swagger, and fusion funky-fresh, street hood blend/
breaking down old skool jazz/
60s Jazz got an electric shock, a story with DJs spinnin' without end/
Acid Jazz they called it, club jazz, groove so deep/ Psychedelic acid , with a Jimi Hendrix riff/
Man, think trumpets with a swagger, bass lines thumpin' thick and low/ A drummer hittin' harder than anyone you know/ samplin' Clyde Stubblefield drum playin' into four beats throbbin', layered tight, a tapestry of sound/ under a heavy sweety groove so damn tight/ the house club DJ scrachin and spinin' Mike Clark's breakthrough funk beat from Herbie Hancock's cut 'Actual Proof" into an Acid Jazz song that is killin and soul funk chillin’/
Vocals droppin' knowledge/ ladies and hipsters the acid groove is here/
From Western Europe rising/
to Japan's electric gleam?
Latin rhythms joining, a collaborative deep beat dream/
United Future Organization, a trio cool and sharp, Brooklyn Funk Essentials, makin’ sure the groove is a hip, tight, wicked mix, of spoken word off the radar chillin’ bland of nu funk horn street soul/
(Beatbox rhythm under the following lines) Club jazz, the Chambers Brothers “Time Has Come” psychedelic acid rock jazz at Its best/
Dig, you gotta let it go Bro/Acid Jazz and the word mechanic band, precise, and into the jazz flo/
Yo, jump out your set, hit the dance floor, you be burnin'' the joint down/
Smooth and cool with rare vinyl uptown charm/
the funk is heavy/ a vibe that chills and thrills/ Acid Jazz ain't just a sound/ man, it's the high life, still. (Snaps fingers again)