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The glitter surrounding our world
Has thinned out extensively
To such an extent
That darkness has not only infiltrated
Through our borders, but,
Has completely invaded our essence!
The rampage upon our confused hearts
Has already started
And the darkness has made it such that
Evil no longer cares to wear its mask
While facing us
Letting its shrewdness, rather,
Traumatize us to have doing
Nothing else other than staring at the void
That sprawls itself in front of our gazes,
Lost, in a catatonic state, drowning
In the shock which we keep trying to absorb!
Amidst this dark night,
I hold my light as I would an umbrella,
Shielding those who need its warmth
From the cold wintery winds that chill
Our souls to blind our connection from
That from which we have spawned
Ready to have us believe that
We are like the darkness itself!
Faith is all we need to fight evil;
Strong, stoic, unflinching and blind,
Both in ourselves and in our higher purpose!
But along with it,
We also need trust in the good that
Inhabits us,
As if we all switch on our lights
And face the evil as a calm and warm ocean,
The darkness would have no choice
Other than flee to the murkiest corners
Of non-existence, never to be seen again!
Tribute to those slain at sandy hook elementary school ™
I read the terribly tragic news oh boy
about unlucky kids
at a Connecticut elementary school
thus a spark in me
heavily languished from deadly ploy!
The steely bullets lit
tinder - kindle ling bastard
nemesis illicit throve illicit
pandemonium didst sting
this papa s if his entire being hit
by mortar rounds,
and his mouth hooked dry like sandy grit
from cold bloody merciless killing,
whereby logical explanation does not fit!
Hours after the merciless horror,
(already five years ago)
I dialed me younger sister in bend, Oregon
and over the phone did cry
per wanton massacre
and loss of innocent children,
a part of this dada did die
no matter this papa
of two darling young adult daughters
each day he does espy
open mouth and wide eyed Shutterfly,
how the years of their lives
(And mine) ever faster fly
yet, a figurative stab
to the heart tore up this gentle guy
felt obliged to blubber love for sibling,
while attempting to say hi
whereby psyche rent asunder,
who would sacrifice himself to lie!
asper distraught fathers
and/or mothers heart broken for
beautiful daughters and sons
only thru memories can only adore
from cleft psyche, gut-wrenching,
woefully torment
searing within mind doth bore
recovery from such loss...
Their cries for help all go unheard
Society ignores them as being just strange birds
Because powerful men want to play with toys
Weapons of death are obtained by messed-up boys
We’re saddened by the stories on the evening news
Yet, gun control we refuse to choose
Lobbyists’ pockets are lined with blood-stained cash
Another SWAT team scrambles in a mad response dash
So macho men can go out and kill yet another deer
And false security be allowed in the house
School boys can go on a rampage near
And arguments lead to a cold dead spouse
The only civilized nation with no gun control
Has the highest rate of murderous crime
Each unnecessary death blackens our collective soul
As we close our eyes yet another time
Floral motifs
Nature glows;
Scented space
~~~~~~~~~
By the quay
Noisy seagulls;
Crazy chatter
~~~~~~~~~
Seaside tryst
Lovers serenade;
Sunset hurls dark
~~~~~~~~~
Wayside flowers
Beauty unnoticed;
Violet miniatures
~~~~~~~~~
Old man
Miniature dog lost;
Sad eyes moist
~~~~~~~~~
Playground children
Frolic plunders;
Touch of magic
~~~~~~~~~
New book here
So much to read;
Happy pleasure
~~~~~~~~~
Journal page
So much happening;
Bullet points enough
~~~~~~~~~
Words assemble
Unfurl new cites;
Why write?
~~~~~~~~~
Plain odd draft
Craft to credit;
Merits stern edit
~~~~~~~~~
Allusion speaks
Much more than hints;
Subtle allegory
~~~~~~~~~
Night shadows
Dance with light;
Midnight wind howls
~~~~~~~~~
Day is done
Late night snooze;
Dreams on rampage
~~~~~~~~~
Sleep talking again:
Clash confronts
Pleading mercy
~~~~~~~~~
Wise words wade
Tough times trade;
Meek moods made
~~~~~~~~~
Odd patterns here
Lewd lines laze;
Pungent posture
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
28 July 2017
Singapore
Oh let's do something crazy
Let's go moonbathing at night
and we can knock on doorbells
and then have a rainball fight
Or let's go on a rampage
of destruction of all fear
We'll wreak some anti-havoc
spreading harmony and cheer
People need to drop their worries
go outside and play
a good old game of hide and seek
and we can lead the way
It's time for some tomfoolery
and high jinks to abound
Too many people lose themselves
in troubles so profound
So let's try something crazy
Oh I know what we can do
We'll skip some pebbles 'cross a pond
and climb a tree or two
We'll take your heavy burdens
and just toss them in the air
and then we'll dash through flowery fields
without a single care
Life is getting very short
it's time for boisterous fun
And many will not understand
until their time is done
Tomfoolery and high jinks
are the order of the day
We'll throw in some shenanigans
while laughing all the way
2/26/19
"Some Different Kind of Lost Heaven"
Every once and a while
she would surface
from that brackish
dark place
as a nightingale sings
in the deepest pockets
of a Woolf, the rocks
heavy notes, are removed
and like Persephone
escape doesn’t arrive
freely, but burns for some
slight duration, listing selvedge
staggered freedom found
spreading wings wide
along the unsteady horizon
the sunrise lights her song
‘til the dark horses
of Pluto rampage in
steal her back out of time
to place of labyrinth twined
in fields of Elysian poppies
dreams put to sleep
behind closed eyes
some different kind
of lost heaven
where forever is night
where the lost
Nightingales sing
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Nuit”/ Tony Anderson
https://youtu.be/WZ0WVUMrnyk
“Lune”/ Tony Anderson
https://youtu.be/Zd7gQZs0Ut8
“Nightingale” / Tony Anderson
https://youtu.be/ZJgcAmGOGEw
“I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out;
and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.”
(Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out)
“I feel so intensely the delights of shutting oneself up
in a little world of one’s own, with pictures and music
and everything beautiful.”
(Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out)
“I want to write a novel about Silence," he said;
“the things people don’t say.”
(Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out)
Persephone.
Pluto.
Woolf.
"Death In The Streets”
By Stark Hunter
Oh Cabman! Please take me up to 42nd street!
I got a show at six, and lines to learn.
Bessie, May and Tiny are singing “The Holy Roller Burn.”
Sinister creeps silently peep into apartment windows
At the naked fannies of mom’s little girls!
Hershey bar delimma —
Tapped phones on the rampage!
Invading the homes of Yesterday’s innocents — Look!
I see the specter of death
Flying high in the black of night!
Oh Mother! You could’ve warned me!
Oh Mother! Why all the death in the streets?
Death in the streets Mother,
Blood in the gutter Mother,
Why all the death in the streets?
Nacho cheese surprise — Look!
On the corner of the sink.
Tootsie Rool casserole – The tops!
So the experts think.
Catholic diligence mindlessly walking the dog!
Oh awaken slumbering ones!
In the land of Magog!
Through dark alleys they squirm in waiting.
Oh Mother! You could’ve warned me!
Oh Mother! Why all the death in the streets?
Death in the streets Mother,
Blood in the gutter Mother,
Why all the death in the streets?
Form:
The familiar face looked grotesque.
Indelible imprints of blood stains,
scarred the contour of his body.
His skull had crushed on the windshield..
A rampage had ripped his nerves naked...
Kinetic ardour of the car, exiled him to static rust
in a vegetative state... bereft of cognition.
But his mind still addled... in lucid ambition.
His skin could still touch rain..
His eyes could still see lightning..
His ears could still hear thunder..
His heart could still feel pain.
Glint of two black marbles looked at the window..
Is it dusk or dawn?..
Searching for cognitive crutches....
Interim thoughts grope his head.....
Is he alive or dead?
29th December,2018
PLACED FIRST IN Brian Strand Jan Wk 2 contest
Originally submitted to the Brainy Brevity Poetry Contest of Maureen McGreavy
The theme of contest : "BRAIN INJURY"
What does the term "astonishing friends" imply?
Is whatever that sheds from the aroma sly?
To reach out to someone with a mild gesture
Presuming one of your contacts is an admirer
Genuine mates provide an endless onset of courage.
Even though spoken knifers might hassle a rampage.
Similarly, I stick to a mate, one of my favorite.
I gleaned she should realize whether I'm a pundit.
Everything focuses on what we urge to avail.
Whatever we mumble at the witness scale.
That is the method that saves a partner's entity.
Their hearts are closed, avoiding despondency.
That is the goal they stay such a burly amenity.
Aside from being deserving of such apathy.
I can't start revealing the size I revere them.
Hustling them, then again, sustains mayhem.
Written: November 24, 2021
Awake before the alarm clock started ringing
Lying abed as song birds serenade me, singing
Listening to chirping lyrics, I linger with a smile
Then get ready for work; my weekday lifestyle
A daily ordeal of honking horns and road rage
Impatient drivers, fingers raised in rampage
My parking spot was stolen, a pitfall of being late
It's still morning, and already I feel the hand of fate
Lost a client I was supposed to represent in court
Booked a flight then realized I needed a passport
No time for lunch, I waited in line for a new photo
A kid ran into me. I think he broke my big toe!
It took a while to soothe my senses, but I tried
with a smile on my lips, but my eyes said they lied
My boyfriend just canceled tonight's date
Who does that in email? A spineless ingrate!
At five I headed home, but the elevator got stuck
Got hit on by some dude. Everything's gone amuck
My car disappeared, so I reported it stolen
Tripped and sprained my ankle. It's swollen!
I took the bus home and while fumbling for keys
Pulled a muscle in my back; couldn't stifle a sneeze
Please, let this day be over! I had nothing to eat
but expired eggs and instant cream of wheat
Lost my appetite and decided to watch TV
Cable was out, which only added to my misery.
I went to bed but heard knocking on my door
"What?" I asked. She said, "Oh, I'm on the wrong floor"
Now, past midnight. The day from Hell was done
but come morning there'd be another one.
I threw the clock out the window, into the street
Tomorrow I'll stay in bed, listening to the birds tweet
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September 12, 2020
All In A Day Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula