Long Refrain Poems
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My heart is in my eyes
When I look at you
Those the almond shapes of you eyes, view
Your small head those African braids
The sometime styled bum a top your head
-loving friend as royalty the queenship of your name
Your tenderness your baritone voice
You captured me as a host
Upon refrain, I shall delay I'm ashamed
To share the shade I've find the light
Everything's right, and then you so be witness
My love I'm sure, yet so pure
I love you for my Father is this wrong or is it right
For me to continue in charade day and night
2/12/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
The axe boasts not, nor lets arrogance reign.
By whose hand did buds sprout forth from Aaron’s rod?
Balaam kept blessing God’s people, was all this in vain?
Can man know the might and mind of Almighty God?
Man is a means by which our Lord will prod
other men who govern this world’s domain.
When success is birthed, who is it they should applaud?
The axe boasts not, nor lets arrogance reign.
Jehovah hears when grumblers savor disdain.
Korah’s envy of Aaron was spent with a nod;
the earth swallowed him up for Sheol to restrain.
By whose hand, did buds sprout forth on Aaron’s rod?
Recall Balaam and Balak, now their story’s odd;
when asked to curse Israel, Balaam fought to refrain.
His donkey waylaid him from the angel’s drawn sword;
Balaam kept blessing God’s people, was all this in vain?
We read of the error of Balaam, the way of Cain;
Jude writes that men follow their own lusts and defraud
God who shields them from spoils for which they strain...
Can man know the might and mind of Almighty God?
When Christians take credit where God has trod,
it degrades His Spirit who guides body and brain.
We are clay in the Potter’s hands, His tools though flawed;
A bond-servant works so His Lord gets the gain.
The axe boasts not.
Isaiah 10:15; Numbers 16 & 17; Numbers 22 & 23, Jude 1:10,16
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In realms of mind, where fancy roams,
Imagination's wings take flight.
No logins, no fees, it's at your call,
A boundless tapestry of dreams, so tall.
With nimble fingers, AI's embrace,
Guides your thoughts, enhances every trace.
From sonnets sweet to epics grand,
Your inspiration, it'll gently hand.
With options vast, your vision's free,
Customize your verse with artistry.
Rhyme or rhythm, meter or flow,
Your imagination's embers glow.
your words with ease,
Spread your creations like a gentle breeze.
From whispers to shouts, let your voice soar,
In the digital realm, forevermore.
So let your mind explore, without refrain,
With Imagination's AI, your dreams will reign.
Free from constraints, your thoughts take flight,
In a symphony of words, bathed in light.
Touch brings a smile with ample joy;
Reach a deep dance that swirls and springs;
Embrace fond style to find sweet ploys;
Align with chance that beauty flings;
Sense a bold play that now unfolds;
Use time and space to etch sure gains;
Reap happy days in pleasure's gold;
Explore fine face in love's refrain.
Trust love to heal the stress and strain;
Renew the zest that labours squeeze;
Entwine sure feel with tact and gain;
Allow your best in easy breeze;
Thrill starts with heart that sculpts and drafts;
See cheer groom art in journeys rough.
Leon Enriquez
11 April 2015
Singapore
"If you're really in love, appearances aren't important. The best house is the one you build in each other's hearts."
Jung Yu jin
Autumn's alliterations amplified an acoustic of death.
Stillness of internal instrumentals silenced my acapella.
Words like wildflowers withered in winter wickedness,
without voice or verse I vanished behind a visible veil.
I was like a lifeless crystallised burnt sienna leaf,
as bitter breaths froze my brittle soul's ink.
Fatigued fingertips trembled from numbness -
without a purpose upon a speechless stage.
Afraid of crisp crying rain, which fell like a refrain.
my summer eyes turned amaurotic.
Life resembled a blank music sheet,
among an abandoned piano covered in iced cobwebs.
In solitude my music remained unwritten,
as I slept in a shivery silent slumber - tone deaf,
finding fading apricity in stolen daylight.
Until a silvery silhouette appeared. - sparkling.
Placed my hands into her warm glove-like hands,
wrapped me in an emphatic scarf-like embrace.
Her rose gold lips echoed in Orphic tones,
reviving my somnolent mute muse.
Blessed with vibrations from her vision,
senses awoke to rhythms of her heavenly harmony -
strumming an enchanting lover's lullaby.
Were you a gift from an orchestra of operatic angels,
sent to place hymns of hallelujah deep into my heart?
As her mystical mystery began to unfold.
In union our lyrics amplified into a rhapsody of romance.
Vibrant tunes from her intimate strings composed a
seraphic serenade, as we drifted into a dream world.
Today,
as we dance under emerald velvet northern lights,
snowfall covers our paths like an ivory blanket.
Soft flakes, like pearls glisten under tinsel moonlight,
as we leave poetic footprints behind in soothing snow -
a chorus of constellations glow to the tempo of our glorious sonata.
Care not I for the day at noon,
air filled with the humidity of June,
Where is my full mystic moon,
share your golden radiance with me soon,
Bear witness to a lonely cricket's tune,
there you shine on every land, lake and dune.
Will the man in the moon smile bright?,
hill, tree and meadow are bathed in night,
Kill and extinguish the cloudy starlight,
sill of my window glowing luminous white,
Still is my heart as I see a glorious sight,
fills the sky as it reaches it's height.
Why wait there and make me weep?,
shy and slowly over the mountain top creep,
I thought that you were fast asleep,
my wandering gaze I shall forever keep,
Thy orange coloring is rich and deep,
by the time of the fall harvest reap.
It is time to play freely and escape,
visit me shrouded with a sheer silver drape,
Quit hiding and rise in a crescent shape,
sit above every blue snow, lagoon and cape,
Lit orbs eclipse, hued like a purple grape,
permit my wish and my mouth shall gape.
Make the night as bright as day,
lake waves seem to shimmer a silver-gray,
Break through the horizon, if you may,
opaque pearl that evokes a wolves' bay,
Wake early and until dawn, stay,
take all of my melancholy feelings away.
You mystify me as you wax and wane,
knew this waiting would drive me insane,
Do illuminate, please do not refrain,
too many evenings have ended in rain,
New moons alight every street, road and lane,
blue light now gleaming in my window pane.
I relinquish my pen before the storm
of her tears falling upon my bare arm
her gentle whispering breathed in my ear
Muse of mine, adieu to your wit and charm
With piqued reasons I have come to deduce
It's time to say fond farewell to my muse
She should seek a new poet and lay claim
for my words have grown utterly abstruse
Spare me sullen eyes, from cries in refrain
I shall not weep in sadness nor disdain
Bitterness does not become a recluse
My poet's heart weakens, I dare not feign
Time's drawn the shades in darkness of night
No candle flame shall glimmer enough light
in which I may be tempted before morn
to doubt seclusion and attempt to write
Cloistered without pen, I shall ever be
From thinking in rhyme I shall be set free
Poems half written on bits of scrap paper
I shall lock away and then toss the key
My hand has retired, this last poem now penned
No more idyll thoughts of mind will transcend
Bereft of rhymes and abandoned of verse
This poet knows her time has reached an end
Ink no longer flows through my tunneled veins
Expressed emotions in poetry wanes
And when interred, on my stone I shall read,
"Reclusive poet" over my remains
In my dream…
In my dream, I can fly,
hug the moon kiss the sky.
I will drink, morning dew,
I get drunk, to get by.
In my dream, world is mine,
laugh, I’ll be, no more cry.
In my dream, I’ll see you,
cross my heart hope to die.
In my thoughts, kiss your lips,
till sunrise, I will try.
Every day, every night,
only us, you and I.
“Haloo” said, go and fly,
I will wait, don't know why.
6/24/20 Haloo
Note: This poem is the shortest form of "Ghazal" with 6 syllables in each line (it can vary from 6-24). The rhyming in Ghazal ends with AA bA cA dA eA etc. It comes in two different forms with and without refrain. This particular Ghazal is without refrain. In a ghazal, the poet usually places his/her alias in the last line and becomes a part of the poem. (Poetrysoup has a great explanation for this form of poetry).
Rain gently falls this autumn night
Her thoughts caressed in misty flight
As she walks on the lonely lane
Shadows cast a ghostly refrain
There's not another soul in sight
These peaceful vibes bring her delight
This quietude, a welcome plight
No noise to crowd her or constrain...
Rain gently falls
Pitter patter rhythms then invite
Autumn's sad song to reach its height
"Neath her umbrella she'll remain
Within the fallen leaves domain
Walking towards a distant light -
Rain gently falls......
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6/30/17
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Sticking with you I was not wrong
Your bond of friendship is so true
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The Kyrielle Sonnet is a French form from the Middle Ages. It has 14 lines (three
rhyming quatrains and a non-rhyming couplet). It has a repeating line or phrase
as a refrain in the last line of each stanza. Each line within the Kyrielle Sonnet
has eight syllables. There are times when a French poem links back to the
poem’s beginning; therefore, a common practice is to combine the first line of
the first quatrain and the refrain in each quatrain as the ending couplet for the
poem.