Long Self talk Poems
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I am an amphibian
Living in and out of my own truth
With you one day,
Totally against you the next.
Personalities swirling inside
Staring into a mirror wondering
Will we like me today?
Will we be kind to this face?
Will we have positive self-talk?
Will we be able to salvage any kind of love for self?
You look old, I think. Not a good start.
Is that a skin tag?
Dhram!
Worse start now.
What about trying to like ourselves today?
One of my personalities begins to whine.
I hate whiners.
Are we even going to try? Another personality inquires.
I turn away from the mirror, but not before thinking I look old.
My hands are old too.
Grandma hands.
Spotted. Freckled more than my face ever was.
A face I used to like.
Come on! One of my selves pleads.
Let's be our prancy, dancy self today.
Shall I call in sick? To play in my art studio?
To write my poetry? To salvage my joyful side?
I look back into the mirror. I look younger. I see my twelve.
I am excited now. The possibility of having a mental health day.
My muse is twirling and swirling, dancing.
Amphibian me laughs, as we reach for the phone.
I love it when my bliss comes out to play.
Dusk descends here with sudden dark;
Devoid of cheer this lonely park;
Stay away dear from this deep dark.
The wind blows chill by seafront sway;
Blurry mists grow to cloud pathway;
I breeze this show with thoughts that stray.
Stride for stride I glimpse in self-talk;
Images ply, odd visions chalk;
Echoes and sighs now follow walk.
I seek to find moments that come;
Notice in kind that wordplay sums;
I feel my mind float sounds that hum.
I wonder why the flow and feel
Prompts a fond sigh as verse reveals
A certain high as waves fund thrill.
Here by the way is path that leads;
Heart flings fond say like wind-blown seed;
A burst of play in thoughts that feed.
There comes a time when lonely shores
Compel clear chimes in feel galore
Watch fleeing rhymes fling seaside stores.
Dusk sets the stage for random plots;
Imprints of age in preying thoughts;
Browse mental rage for hidden lot.
Take note of change that confronts pain;
Plain vocal range sets sure disdain;
Rest in the strange in words once slain.
Here on this trip to nowhere near,
Unzip old grip to confront fear,
Heartbeats now rip beyond sane gear.
When all seems dark and hope looks grim,
I let soul spark a timely hymn,
Circle new arc and rest odd whim.
Dusk heralds poise to gain new lease,
Heed a calm choice to prime new ease,
Then surge of voice must surely please.
Leon Enriquez
26 Mar 2014
Singapore
Always polite she has done it again and again
Kind apologies in apoplectic reverberations
‘I am ever so sorry’ and never an honest lie
‘I promise mea culpa won’t happen again’
Regret is never far from her mindful tongue
‘My fault entirely just slipped out of my mouth’
‘Please forgive me my hurtful transgressions’
‘I beg you’ she lays prostrate before the crowd
Remonstrates with her own disagreements
Expostulates her lips into new held resolve
She used to be a passionate people pleaser
Self-talk might help to absolve further pardons
27th April 2019
she jokes that she is privileged
sensitive rather than complex
wide open in thoughts and emotions
never alone with her own company
so many question
sometimes even answers
swirling around her mind
on an overdrive of stimuli
every once in a while
in the here and now
of self-talk and enquiry
there are balance and harmony
the dark dog on her shoulder
plays with psychedelic cats
a bit of hissing and growling
and licking of paws
her reality is not one of delusion
rather an onslaught or feast
of unlimited strength or exhaustion
depending on who has the last word
neurodiverse feeling and reasoning
she does not know why she is
the person she has become
but she is grateful and humble
as rhapsodies dance with cacophony
and the drum beats for an anxious heart
she adjusts to the pace and exudes love
in tune with hope and compassion
she is a poem in herself
magical mysterious and delightful
and living proof that multiple voices
bear the chance of being heard
diversity written on her face
no need for mascara or lip stick
rather an unveiled persona
which speaks for herself
09th September 2021
(Dedication: For Dave Wood, the Lyric Man)
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Teary moonlight
Flash from heaven;
Lovers unite
~~~~~~~~~
Teenage lover boy
Bus-stop waiting;
Delayed arrival
~~~~~~~~~
Nicotine addict
Puffing for dear life;
Carcinogenic highs
~~~~~~~~~
Grass blades
Protrude through cracks;
Sidewalk stone slabs
~~~~~~~~~
College vacation
Rowdy students arguing;
Monsoon weather hurls
~~~~~~~~~
Housefly fly past
Unceremoniously;
Decadent visit
~~~~~~~~~
Stars decorate
Night sky twinkling;
Croaking August frogs
~~~~~~~~~
Anxious To-Do List
Smudge of raindrops;
Go with the flow
~~~~~~~~~
Crazy poet laughs
Mad self-talk;
Intoxicating grief
~~~~~~~~~
Back track then
To nowhere far;
Celestial timing
~~~~~~~~~
Words carved
Old tree trunk code;
Open secret
~~~~~~~~~
Grassy flowers
Humble affirmations;
Perennial song
~~~~~~~~~
Stray voices call
In these woods;
Bird song melody
~~~~~~~~~
Romantic ideas
Dehydrated fruits;
Winter sonata
~~~~~~~~~
Self-made home movie
Unknown stars;
Awkwardly famous
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Leon Enriquez
15 August 2014
Singapore
Take a slow tick of time
to shut-down the brain.
Rebooting also works,
the writing on the mind wall
will probably continue,
but don't get back on the thought train,
The much annotated, over-cluttered script
will fade away
when your eyes begin to look through it.
We are all born with a soft spot
atop our heads, that aperture is still there,
it opens when you unplug
from all your self-talk.
The starry universe can now pour in,
or just a scent of an unworldly flower
that swoons your sense.
Keep brainless, sit apart from its
scrolling word-monitor,
sit, lay or stand one breath away
from its constant chatter,
watch from a distance
watch the one who watches
do not editorialize
just observe.
That metaphysical hole
in your emptying head
will let your Higher Self inward
and it will fill you with wonder
until you know there is no 'you'
at least until once more
you turn back on
your beeping and buzzing brain
to find some news of yourself.
Arc of rising moon
Distant silhouettes;
Evening settles down
~~~~~~~~~
So often it happens
Notice the same broadcast;
Self-talk feeds amusement
~~~~~~~~~
Evening hurries briskly
TV sitcom serenades;
Eyes glued to instant charm
~~~~~~~~~
Meal time harvest here
Pay-per-dish varieties;
Don't know what to eat
~~~~~~~~~
Broadwalk street cafe
Menu temptations ooze;
Set meal or a la carte
~~~~~~~~~
Listen for a voice
Soft as gentle breathing;
Gone before you notice
~~~~~~~~~
Fast food outlet
Dangling potato wedges;
Dine-in or takeaway
~~~~~~~~~
Sunny side up
Egg yolk flamboyance;
Pretty on a plate
~~~~~~~~~
The weather man predicts
Lots of rain today;
Free car wash drenching
~~~~~~~~~
A warrior's sacred pact
To defend this mother land;
Contingency practicals
~~~~~~~~~
Waiting time explores
New city mall shoppes;
Brands shouting sales
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Leon Enriquez
14 November 2014
Singapore
City mall stroll,
Quaint shoppes and things;
Brisk on a roll,
Sales placards sing!
Shoppers cascade,
Bump, browse and look;
Fancy parades,
Clothes, food and books.
Hypermart queues,
Waiting in line;
Purchase on cue
Stuff to feel fine.
Tempting offers,
Nice stuff to get;
Do consider,
Cash your best bet!
Waltz here and there,
Love that and this;
Unneeded wares
Sum up the list.
Such pretty fares,
Stocks on display;
Showcase new cares,
Confront your sway.
Here as you walk,
Watch appetites
Pitch new self-talk;
Appeal and bite!
Watch noisy crowds
Congregate here;
Frenzy screams loud,
Store stocks to clear.
To buy or not,
The question comes;
Impulse and lot
Attend and sum!
Snatch a quick browse,
Search for bargains;
Needs and wants grouse,
Reason gets slain.
Be light of heart,
Seek not to buy
What impulse arts,
Heed thrifty sigh.
So many things
You think you need;
Then in a fling,
An empty feed.
Just look around,
Beware of greed;
Just stand your ground,
Don't let cash bleed!
And if you must,
Discern and see
Goods that you trust
To help you be.
Go to the mall,
Buy what you need;
Glide through each stall,
Don't feed your greed!
A prudent spend,
Cash and carry;
A lovely trend
Light and breezy.
Leon Enriquez
23 Feb 2014
Singapore
I was taught not to love me.
I was to love everyone else.
Strangers even, but not myself.
It was drilled into my head in all possible directions.
The message was to let everyone else win.
To let them achieve, to encourage and uplift.
But not me, never me.
It was not to be.
It was not the way “we” do things.
When I became a mother, I decided to change the script.
I raised my children to love themselves.
I showed them how to give their brains positive self-talk.
I taught them what I had never been taught.
I raised three assertive women who love themselves.
They are not braggadocio.
They are not pompous or arrogant.
They are self-sufficient, hard-working and confident.
They respect themselves.
I love myself for this achievement.
Grass verge
Blooms swaying
Breezy sparkles;
A wandering stray dog
I see
Moments
Smiles punctuate
This waiting game;
Sudden monsoon downpour
Stranded
Bus stop
Long wait here
Dehydration;
Fondle mobile device
Self-talk
Old place
Nicole Green
Freehold condo;
Once upon a time there
We stayed
Flowers
Plumeria
Red and yellow;
Pathway for a warm stroll
So nice
Darling
There you go
Waltzing my heart;
Purpose, puzzle, passion --
That's love
Dawn light
Sparrow song
On window ledge;
Morning thanksgiving hymn
Of praise
Start here
Toil and work
Cramp To Do Lists;
Schedule endless meetings
New day
Meal time
Well-earned break
Gulp food and drink;
So many things to do
So how?
Big crowd
Gathering
Now at our house;
Noisy get-to-gather
Beer fest
Story?
Tell me now
What's going on;
People playing board games
Rowdy
Urban
Adventures
Pandemonium;
Party portfolios scream
Madness
Who knows
The way out
Unending maze;
Escape from sanity
Takes time
Words paint
Strange pictures
Vague feelings cue;
Question your stumbling ways
To be
Listen
Laughter sums
Pulse, pun and wit;
Humour packs a sure punch
Right here
Leon Enriquez
03 Mar 2014
Singapore