Long Quest Poems
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behind the shadows and visions bestowed
lies a valley.. the spirits abode
each spirit inherits a quest
that only time can help manifest
but with every manifestation within lies the spark
a thought in consciousness a light in the dark
a flame that flickers in each persons heart
and with each revolution there was also a start
but as we transcend each thought in a frame
the greater the fire that came out of the flame
like a tale prepared for a feast
we were nothing more than food for beasts
but as the mind and body become one, the spirit began to grow
the viel of deception was lifted and the world we began to know
Perilous is the journey, sordid is the quest, flashing flirtatious desire,
Treacherous is gaudy aspiration, playing with torrid flames of fire;
No matter how thrilling, how visceral may feel this insidious chase,
Neither it is a road to endearment, nor is it a destination of grace.
Provocative is charming croon, simulating sound of love’s acclaim,
Exhilarating is ephemeral attraction, missives seductive inflame;
Audaciously feigning love, squalid is the phony paramour of shame,
Teasing emotions in tawdry games~ ignoble is his heartless name.
Allures of the dangerous dalliance, dazzle donning a seamy stance,
Hosting rendezvous immoral ~ an illicit dance of lurid romance;
Transient are escapades of infatuation, never meant to forever last,
Buried are their broken-hearts, in cemeteries of jilted forlorn past.
In interludes of life and time, wrinkles weary warn of receding age,
As lascivious phase, in book of life, begins to turn a fading page;
Revealing to glamor and courtship: the aura of beauty is long gone,
And nightmares of regrets have since robbed, avid dreams of dawn.
Obsession of lust wasn’t love~ admonish the sad memories of yore,
Promiscuity of casual encounters, pathos of remorse now abhor;
Wondering if it’s too late to long, for lasting bond of kindred hearts,
Before empathy of love departs, before the warmth of passion parts.
Time’s Arrow Flies and Yet Seems to Stand Still
(On Valentine’s Day, 2022)
This dull and uneventful day, in memory
Of the love-forsaken Saint,
As heavy rain beats dull, relentless,
Syncopated rhythms on the windowpanes,
I’m sitting here again, composing
Awkward lines to rhyme with images,
Exploring forking paths of thoughts
Through dense and dark, elusive woods of words,
The endless, hopeless quest for what I want to say,
In search of something solid, something still.
My thoughts stray off those worn-out paths to you,
So far away. As reveries race through my mind,
I find myself lost in a maze of memories,
Traces of our lives together, all that’s left
Of you and me. Searching for the better times,
Forgetting all the bitter times. But memories cannot
Erase or change reality, the crushing, catastrophic
Lies, deceit, and infinite regret.
I don’t ask for forgiveness, And I know
you can’t forget. Still, I hold out hope
That somewhere, somehow, on our separate journeys
Through this raging sea of feelings, at some as yet
Uncertain point for you and me, our parallel paths
May once more fuse together, and you might see
How much we really care, how rich our lives could be,
With love that cannot kill us both, but only sets us free.
Joyful gratitude to God exclaims my worshipful praise
Bursting from my heart, warmed by His grace around mercy’s embrace.
With words* of thanksgiving, I bow to the Almighty of sovereign majesty
Meditating His strength and miracles, smiting human's temporal dignity.
Voicing my love to the Lord, exalting Him for eternal salvation's gift
I'm humbled for His granted privilege to glorify Him with glad uplift.
Praying for the Saviour's favour as I fulfill His entrusted task
My faith begs for His approval while I yield to Him without pride’s mask.
Confessing sins and admitting transgressions causing spiritual pain
Repentant soul of mine approaches the Father for pardon's gain.
While Christ sanctifies my mouth toward testimony of fulfillment-glow
I persist, with His compassion, to serve Him in truth along blessings' flow.
Songs of triumph midst the Master's guidance, I dedicate with delight
Honouring Him Who deserves my best He accepts by His vibrant light
Now, assured of His presence in my daily quest, I'm serenely blest
To share the Redeemer's Gospel with others toward heavenly crest.
*Psalm 19:14 Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, be acceptable in thy sight, O Lord, my strength, and my redeemer.
April 19, 2019
Edited on March 13, 2025
Honorable Mention, "YOUR CHOICE F" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 3/28/2025
Lies fit person s who are dishonest,
let them not be your vain quest
or that reason for quick conquest;
envy is so evil and causes unrest!
Telling an untruth is blunt,
it's hammering hardwood with tiny nails;
have you come face to face with liars
and been deceived by what they said?
Telling lies is an attribute to dishonesty,
to get full control over fools
and make them their grunts!
Telling an untruth is blunt,
and needs an immediate apology
to the one you heartlessly misled!
Lies fit persons who are dishonest,
let them not be your vain quest
or that reason for quick conquest;
envy is so evil and causes unrest!
Lies come from dishonest mouths
smothering us with false sentiments
until they get what they want then leave
making us pay the consequences and cleave
to the false belief that being evil
to others makes them feel well!
Lies fit persons who are dishonest,
let them not be your vain quest
or that reason for quick conquest;
envy is so evil and causes unrest!
Telling an untruth is blunt,
never deceive another gullible soul;
the wrong you do will be avenged
when they realize the goal
was to do harm and hurt
them for a grudge already settled!
She laughs, she cries, then she sighs
brimming with confidence,
the pain within she denies
Her heart thumps then skips a beat,
as she reads poetry, a taste of bittersweet
In quiets empty moments, a hole
remains deeply in the soul,
an abyss, an unmeasured chasm
It’s the space p~o~e~t~r~y fills
Her personal dead poet society
stirring her deepest passions
awakens her dormant desire
her quest not for fame or fortune
but for the elusive treasure of inner piece
Her confidence misconstrues itself for vanity perhaps
sureness
positiveness
conviction
certitude
reliability
assuredness
assurance
validity
conclusiveness
authoritativeness
truth
factualness
self-possession
nerve
poise
aplomb
presence of mind
phlegm
level-headedness
cool-headedness
firmness
courage
boldness
mettle
fortitude
belief in oneself
faith in oneself ...
…
…
...are all just more vanities?
free-spirited or lost soul?
do both make one another?
the vanity of human wishes?
work in progress…
Stepping gently in, on the edge of summer
You are the one who mellowed glorious sun
On playgrounds, picnics, frolicking in fun
In euphony of birdsongs of amiable dawns
Where horizon velvet gleams golden nylon
As verdant-hills, slowly, adorn tawny-brown.
But why, O, why your days still remain hot
Too cold to swim, quite pleasing on yacht
Sometimes alike August, sometimes Fall,
Colorful you may be, donning ochre pizazz,
Yet, judging by palette, October you’re not.
Still, September, you’re a welcome friend
For defying decisively summer’s humid reign,
Leading the way to autumnal escapades,
Readying crop-fields, priming for harvests:
Beans, beets, apples, wholesome kale fresh;
You’re a trusted mate to farmer’s avid quest.
Why be then jealous of splendorous spring
Or resplendent prairies of October dreams,
Or dazzling meadows of crimson red leaves,
Or snowflakes of winter charming romantics;
When being so unique, you would rather be.
September 18, 2021
O agents of the twilight sky, you glide,
With wings woven from the dream of night,
Sentinels of secrets, soft as whispered sighs,
In your watchful gaze, the world finds light.
You paint the horizon with threads of gold,
Where shadows linger, you break the chill,
Your laughter, a melody, bold yet untold,
Carries the promise of solace and will.
Beneath your vigil, the weary find rest,
In the cradle of your cosmic embrace,
Each star a beacon, a luminous quest,
Guiding lost souls through the infinite space.
O agents from above, in your grace we trust,
Mending our hearts, as the heavens combust.
Meet mystic mind where wonder waits,
Yield to fine grace in profound sight;
See surreal signs here at the gate,
Touch tranquil trace in love's sure light;
Intent sparks clear such bubbly sounds,
Choice charms calm chase in floral blooms.
Quest beyond fear grips gruelling grounds,
Urge spreads a balm as feelings zoom;
Obsess grand surge of mellow flow,
Thought quotient brings such myriad waves;
Ignite and merge warm pulse that grows,
Etch ardent swing as movement saves;
Note happy times in curious hues,
Taste patterns chime in vibrant cues.
Leon Enriquez
05 April 2018
Singapore
The poem "VANTABLACK" exhibits a profound exploration of emotions and existential themes. As a poet, one would appreciate the nuanced use of language and the depth of introspection conveyed through the verses.
The title, "VANTABLACK," immediately draws attention to the darkest substance known, emphasizing a profound sense of darkness or void that permeates the poem. The tumultuous street and the notion in flight evoke a sense of chaos and uncertainty, setting the stage for the emotional journey that follows.
The poet skillfully employs imagery and metaphor to convey the complex emotions experienced. The notion that "hastens in haste" and then "averts its gaze" suggests a fleeting and elusive quality, mirroring the transient nature of emotions. The descent of the heart's echo into a "crimson abyss" hints at the depth of emotional turmoil, perhaps symbolizing pain or longing.
The lines "Your name, I called, yet emptiness replied" and "A bloom of yours, I drew, withering away" express a sense of loss and unfulfilled connection. The act of calling a name and drawing a bloom implies a desire for presence and beauty, but the responses are characterized by emptiness and withering, adding a layer of melancholy.
The exploration of choices in the lines "Life's lines extend before me, To choose, where your love resides" delves into the existential theme of navigating through life's possibilities and seeking love. The word "resides" suggests a search for a meaningful connection within the vastness of life.
The recurring ritual mentioned in "This ritual unfolds each day" implies a cyclical nature of introspection and perhaps a daily struggle with emotions. The poet peers within, describing it as a "melancholy abode," suggesting that the internal landscape is characterized by sadness.
The concluding lines, "Where my heart, a vantablack canvas, remains," encapsulate the essence of the poem. The heart being a "vantablack canvas" signifies an emotional void, absorbing and reflecting no light, emphasizing the depth of emotional darkness or emptiness.
As a poet, one might commend the poet for the rich tapestry of emotions woven through carefully chosen words and metaphors. The poem invites readers to contemplate the complexities of human emotions, the ephemeral nature of connections, and the existential quest for meaning in the face of emotional voids.