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The migratory mind indomitable,
the spirited surfer on waves of life
of curled crests framed by fractured moon
and dark troughs where stars have sunk,
recedes with the ebb of time,
seeks the shore of the past.
The shifting sands etch seaward footprints,
contoured as the corroding design of decay.
Time arrow finds the destined course
to the topography beyond the shore,
away from the eroded wasteland abandoned
where emptiness engulfs the hues of hope.
In the weed-webbed terrain deep within
piles up the wreckage of life unlived,
turning the flushing garden to debris dump.
The pathway paved outside its frail fence,
waits to be walked fascinated
to the mesmeric meadow of tomorrow.
The innovative memory invents
the arcane acumen of alchemy,
glitters gold in the rusted crust of ruins.
Marigold blooms in the junkyard
on the scrap stack of bleak being,
with the touch of the Midas mind.
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June 25, 2022
For A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest
The cobalt mind of ancient mariner of the seven seas,
the surfing sailor tosses on the waves of youthful life,
rolls on the curled crests with the splintered moon,
drawn into dark agony troughs of the drowned stars,
spread pearls of joy on shore embroidering exuberance.
Crushed sands sculpt the trail of the seaward footprints,
designed by the crumbled contours of transient decay.
Time arrow points to the turquoise terrain ethereal,
away from the wistful wilderness abandoned,
where the chasm stratifies the collapsed hopes undying.
The weed-webbed wasteland defined deep within,
piles up the shipwrecked splinters of life unlived.
Withering garden garners tinny bleakness, yet shining,
as the path paved outside the obscure familiarity fence
waits to be walked by the mesmerized wanderer
to the marvelous meadow of tantalizing tomorrow.
The invented alchemic aptitude of the mystic memory
makes glittering gold on the rusted crust of the ruins.
Marigold blooms on scrap heap with steadfast sanguinity
in Midas touched shipwreck junkyard of the metallic mind.
The migratory mind
indomitable,
of the spirited surfer
possessed,
waltzes on waves of life,
curled crests climb
demented,
fling the fractured moon,
dark troughs descend
despondent,
with sequins of sunk stars,
recede with the ebb of time,
seek the seraphic shore
of the passionate past,
entranced.
The shifting sands
sculpt seaward footprints,
contoured as the corroded
design of decay,
time arrow finds
the designated course
destined,
to the temporal topography
denuded at the edge
of the fading timeline,
framing flaked facsimile
of eroded existential wasteland
abandoned,
where emptiness engulfs
enthused,
the splintered spectrum
of the sanguinity rainbow,
crumbled.
The disillusion-tangled terrain
within hollowness deep
piles up the wreckage
of languished lilt of life
unlived,
turns the chromatic garden
to debris dump
in the winter of discontent
invasive,
the pathway paved
outside its frail fence
waits to be walked
fascinated,
to the mesmeric meadow
of turquoise tomorrow,
waiting.
Innate invention intuition
permeates perceptive memory
innovative,
with arcane acumen,
the art of alchemy
enigmatic,
glitters gold
in the rusted crust of ruins
where marigold blooms
in the junkyard
on the scrap stack
of the bleak being,
with the transforming touch
of the Midas mind,
masked.
all senses under attack
stirred whirlwinds of exotic music
dance in tango heart and soul
aromas of patchouli myrrh and frankincense
have me floating six inches off the ground
trinkets from around the world
a mosaic oozing with mystique
exotic flair whispered in foreign dialects
cultures mingling at the market place
a mermaid chant serenading me
to seaward whimsical adventure
drifting off to faraway lands
an all too eager mind dizzy
soaking in this sizzling myriad
of flamboyant colors
and sumptuous textures
my heart regenerated
my soul ecstatic
twirls with excitement
the world indeed a global village
beauty bold of art
shared across the lands
enchantment imported overseas
mystically inspired awe
speaking to my heart
a cyclonic journey
quenching the drought
of my very soul
Read on air by invitation ~ May 26, 2020 'WORDS & MUSIC'
AP: 1st place 2022, 3rd place 2021, Honorable Mention 2022
I could make ring bells from seashells found on seashores
go into retail where these bells get sold on shop floors
and tell thee tales of Seabells see sales win awards
if Seabells received well we could see sells soar
but there be fails and seashells will see me shut doors
Seabells on thee shelves won't sell themselves
Seabells that stay shelved are Seabells in stealth
but if retail sees sells these bells might split shells
when Seabells break seashells they Seabells no more
in retail it entails that Seabells a chore
stealing seashells from seashores for Seabells is wrong
Seabells in retail ensure failed rewards
leave seashells on seashores where seashells belong
sit on a seesaw it sees sore your bum
a sore bum on a seesaw's a seesaw no fun
(none of this stanza is part of the poem I'm just)...
sawing a seesaw for Cecil in sun
sees seesaw I Cecil for saws so seesaws
no I saw for sneezing Cecil a seesaw he saw
Cecil does sizzle when Cecil's in sun
snoozing a little he frizzle a frum
I've syphilis symptoms seep sauces abort
a sauce on a seesaw in slippers and shorts
it sizzles my settle a saw Cecil's seesaw
a seashore with seesaws see seashells flung
a seesaw at seashores not see sure for sum
seashells flung seaward hit sailors at sea (dong)
seems I cannot stop recycling sims-
ulating symptoms of simpleton dumb)
yeah im done phew
The mobile mind of the indomitable mariner,
the resolute sailor floating on the waves of life,
rolling on the curled crests with splintered moon,
drawn into dark agony troughs of drowned stars,
spread to oblivion breaking on the shore of past.
The crushed sands carve seaward footprints,
designed by the crumbled contours of decay.
Time arrow points to terrain beyond the shore,
away from the abraded wilderness abandoned,
where the chasm consumes the collapsed hopes.
The weed-webbed wasteland defined deep within,
piles up the washed out wreckage of life unlived.
The withering garden garners metallic bleakness,
as the path paved outside the familiarity fence,
waits to be walked by the mesmerized wanderer
to the mesmeric meadow of tantalizing tomorrow.
The invented alchemy aptitude of mystic memory
makes glittering gold on the rusted crust of ruins.
Marigold blooms in the scrap heap of abiding hope
in the Midas touched junkyard of the metallic mind.
_________________
February 19, 2023
For Brian Strand's Your Choice Again Contest
"As a child I maintained a stoic attitude.
I exhibited patience, restraint, resignation, forbearance, and lack of complaint.
The ideal child you might say. As I grew, I realized the error of my ways."
¬The Poet¬
Dreaming improbable dreams.
Reality betwixt the unsealing
Softly fluttering butterfly wings
Apricot anacondas wreathing
Bleating lambs catapult seaward
Over volcanoes about to erupt
Prismed glass rainbows sliding
Monuments souring unhindered.
No longer enslaved slaves
Thinking the unthinkable
To be what I truly feel
Tears that can’t be cried
Walnut shells dismembered,
For pathways to the unknown
Physically powerful reasons.
Persimmons permeate perfume,
Soft velvet sparks so subtle
Teardrops fall in puddles,
Weary eyes forge forward,
Everlasting daisies wilt
Forlorn ekphratic regrets
Misted windows endorse,
The pain as its vile pungency
Scorns the soul of the angelic
drives goodness to the brink,
mighty swords flow protests
to the unyielding winds of time
To defiantly stand up to demons
for a valid worthwhile cause
as the lyrics of memoirs spill
and gazes turn to wonder,
amid lonely nights of fear
with only love unblemished
if not myself what can I be?
to reach an unreachable star
I surrender to their touch.
Untold ethics to be true.
The sweet rose petals pink
And cumquats bursting
And ever do I regret the sigh,
Of your entwined lullaby
With cold adorning feathers
The sorrowful peacock wails,
An unending finale of song
To ease my savage thoughts
Doing it my way evermore,
And regain courage to protest,
In tangerine oasis in the seas
Instilling birds and bees hum
And bliss of your caressing
On clouds of coral swaying
As lilac shoots skyward
In ever circling cascades
Of merriment galore in store
Where mirth and joy combine
Making sediment pure wine
All logic cast aside in the wash.
The righted wrongs unsaid.
Resting my tired head
Culminating in enough said.
The migratory mind
indomitable,
of the spirited surfer
possessed,
waltzes on waves of life,
curled crests climb
demented,
fling the fractured moon,
dark troughs descend
despondent,
with sequins of sunk stars,
recede with the ebb of time,
seek the seraphic shore
of the passionate past,
entranced.
The shifting sands
sculpt seaward footprints,
contoured as the corroded
design of decay,
time arrow finds
the designated course
destined,
to the temporal topography
denuded at the edge
of the fading timeline,
framing flaked facsimile
of eroded existential wasteland
abandoned,
where emptiness engulfs
enthused,
the splintered spectrum
of the sanguinity rainbow,
crumbled.
The disillusion-tangled terrain
within hollowness deep
piles up the wreckage
of languished lilt of life
unlived,
turns the chromatic garden
to debris dump
in the winter of discontent
invasive,
the pathway paved
outside its frail fence
waits to be walked
fascinated,
to the mesmeric meadow
of turquoise tomorrow,
waiting.
Innate invention intuition
permeates perceptive memory
innovative,
with arcane acumen,
the art of alchemy
enigmatic,
glitters gold
in the rusted crust of ruins
where marigold blooms
in the junkyard
on the scrap stack
of the bleak being,
with the transforming touch
of the Midas mind,
masked.
Cryptic contours charade,
Rousing riverfront raid;
Young yonder years yielding,
Prosperous peace prancing;
Taunting tale telling trite,
Icon imprints invite,
Clever casting charm cites...
Minds merge mingling motives,
Embalm emergent edge;
Rising riches restive,
Lofty lion-maned ledge;
Instruct inbound inklings,
Outline obvious oozing,
Niche nice new nurturing...
Fancy fish-tail flings flair,
Age aligns apt affairs;
Sense survival seeking,
Hope's hasty hurts hurling;
Intent invents impasse,
Observe optimum ooze;
Now nimble nascent noose,
Salty sea spray surpass...
Sculpt seaward sea-bubble:
Taut tensile tendency,
Obscure odd odyssey,
Raise roomy revelry;
Years yield yarns you yodel...
See sensuous story stay,
Charm cleverly cheers clay;
Raise rousing ripe refrains,
Indulge instincts ingrained;
Prime plot puzzling playground,
Trailblazer touching town...
Move myopic mindset,
Yesterday yielding yet;
Tease trouble's trying threats,
Hoist happy hustling hat...
Leon Enriquez
01 November 2014
Singapore
sparkling dancing sea waves touch the shore with flowing magic
of cobalt blue filaments that reflect the sky above
oh endless the huge expanses of pristine shoreline
and the jagged seaward cliffs where cormants and auks nest
wild deep and cold oh restless the rising tide . . .
a cool wind whips off the sea and gulls call
the fishing pier lonely of fishermen this morn'
boardwalks a vast emptiness
foraging albotrosses glide then plunge into the sea
sea waves crashing on weathered rocks in an endless rolling
gentle foaming changes to wild thunder
and yet serene the sea shore view to me
I stayed with the crashing till the last rays of sunset
that fringed the horizon then dipped and fell . . .
and in the moonlight the shore is darkly elusive
with hidden life and I drink the tranquility
this mysterious vastness of endless sand and views
and always in the background those unending waves
caressing
the sea shore . . .
___________________________
February 1, 2016
Poetry/Free Verse/The Sea Shore
Copyright Protected, ID 16-750-997-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, The Sea Shore
Sponsor, Craig Cornish
Honorable Mention