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I never did see a more beautiful expression,
as if all four seasons had exploded,
Imploded, eroded all the somber.
A wonder so delicate...an art she exposed,
utterly unopposed is the dancer's heart.
Animations of vibrations move through her,
a Van Gogh of flow;
like aged, cellared Bordeaux.
Wreathes of wind, sun and soul weave
down around her roots through her being,
freeing sensations into the air
as if with Gaia, a divine love affair.
Eyes drawn and beating heart unconcealed
She wields her radical, energetic shield...
The power to heal, to breathe, to love
above the brilliant sun, the stars, the moon.
Oh, what an orchestrated art in tune!
Spirit calls out to her from Earth,
the birth of sound and soul unearthed.
Oh, what an art I've observed...
The true art of a dancer's heart.
in my senses
I will provide urgent
settings...
I will offer my taste buds
novel orientation,
I will donate the flavors
that he desires and
the sensations that
so much dreamed...
to eliminate perverse routine
that corrupted half
of his wisdom...
To my nose
I will present with
essence magic
to fulfill his
need for years
smelling oil
burned...
My ears now
will be opened
to symphonies, to singing
of the birds,
to the heavenly voices...
To compensate
so much misinformation
sound...
My tact now
onwards, it will only touch
petals, flowers, velvet
and silk...to heal
the pains of this world
so rough...
Finally my vision
will only seek to eye
Babylonian gardens,
fields in Eden and
the Olympus of the gods...
Will lose memory
of the dark colors
from here, from below
horizon...!
Change sweeps along
Trading places;
Upsetting old routines
Coming back home
From another world;
Fine tune what's new normal
Old routines confront
Hostile takeover;
Awkward adjustments
New messages
Cluster of tired demands;
Who can go back?
Memoirs of journeys
On-the-road feelings;
Post holiday blues
Itchy cough
Climate change;
Seasonal affliction
From hot and humid
Cold and dry winds;
Difficult breathing
Once upon a tour
Back home recovery;
Disturbing sensations
Normalcy presides
Tour over in days;
Settling into vague routines
Yes you missed us
Yes we missed you;
Missing is leaning
There comes a time
When rhymes don't match;
Persuasion floods contempt
Leon Enriquez
30 May 2014
Singapore
Late night party
Board games and booze;
Happy laughter romps
~~~~~~~~~
Whiskey aged
Booze on the rocks;
Mellow fragrance
~~~~~~~~~
Blessings loiter
Smiles on faces;
Party mood
~~~~~~~~~
Purple sweet potato
Warm soupy dessert;
Zest greets fresh
~~~~~~~~~
Evening drizzle
Hazy darkness swirls;
Raindrop orchestra
~~~~~~~~~
Scary movie
Late night interlude;
Impromptu shocks
~~~~~~~~~
Once again
Slumber's limbo sensations;
Sleep talking episode
~~~~~~~~~
Moonless night
Skyline bleached black;
Raindrops fall screeching
~~~~~~~~~
Bedtime story
Sexy postures;
Sighs and highs
~~~~~~~~~
Evening news
Foregone conclusions;
Another failure then
~~~~~~~~~
Fate is stern
No time for jokes;
Another bomb blast
~~~~~~~~~
Purple and red
Pulpy fruit slurpy;
Back to basics
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
08 May 2016
Singapore
We mark our lives with milestones which are cold
and mathematical. Dry almanacs
and calendars, we carry on our backs.
But heavy numbers perish, once they're told.
Our age is almost shameful. If cajoled,
we might reveal it, may just tell the truth.
Why don't we celebrate remaining youth?
Why do we tell off years in terms of "old"?
I have another way to measure time.
Sensations matter more than months or years,
loves lived, loves lost - these are my souvenirs.
The old north bridge, our secret meeting-place,
warm wind, that pollen "blizzard", that embrace ...
these count my life. And I count them sublime.
The world is avoid
no new color just tones
of ashes and soot
a dark building sharp in focus
softer vision feeling the displacement of time
Like the MESSENGER's wings
I sweep away the dust of time
the dust of fear
as this world collides
no words can tell
just sensations of frost-wintry white
chilling are my visions
a movie hall dark at night
standing delicately in the shadows
of a hard midnight
harsh in memory soft of world
hard insight
dust n cobwebs
my memory collects
clinging to everything
as my world collides
my earth is in desolation tones
of ash n bone
aq dark city on the horizon, running, running...
returning, returning to a stop
along the seams of oblivion
how long is this corridor of time
lingering on desolation's boulevard
as worlds collide
I'm tired of singing to the moon,
as ink flows in bruised hues,
within my fragmented heart,
used and shattered by censorious eyes~
ever since you left me stranded,
lost and misplaced in a world of woes.
Now I wear broken bracelets
leaving me breathless,
counting collapsed crystals,
wishing upon constellations of nothingness.
Oh baby, can't you see,
I'm dressed in dreariness,
cold and alone,
where colors of dreams
keep fleeting in tune~
to tears cascading like black diamonds,
while sightless sensations
cage me as a mistreated prisoner.
I’m lost in a world of woes,
searching for a ray of sunset warmth,
a homely sphere that would reawaken ink.
Baby, can’t you see,
somewhere between dusk and dawn,
I still search for you,
glimpse of your starry silhouette,
amidst the drowsy darkness,
wrapping my aching soul..
But shadows of pessimistic prose,
keep staring through skeletal walls,
laughing at my abused armor,
for I’ve been abandoned,
forsaken in a restless river of frozen ruins.
I’ve been losing my spark to sing,
feeling hollow, like a blurred ballad~
hung on hazy horizons,
chasing clouds of lavender love,
lonely without you by my side.
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Beauty comes down effortlessly, fire glows higher.
The flames flicker and dance as they illuminate the dark.
Bright fingers of crimson and gold, reaching skyward,
Now and then embers would escape with a loud spark.
Lingering moments nestle on paused quiet respite.
Amidst the smoky scent of our cozy campfire.
The overwhelming aroma of our campfire is quite surreal.
Familiar sensations waft into an aromatic spire.
Questing reprisal still the undergrowth vanquished ways.
The fragrances so inviting, mixed with earthy sprays.
As the breeze diminishes so our campfires warmth we feel.
The eucalyptus enhances a perfume, in a smoky haze.
Jacaranda kindling lingers, memories now over prone.
The spellbinding flames flicker, casting shadows of their own.
As the dark velvet night closes in, our fire glistens in tone.
It’s all made more spectacular by our campfire’s cologne.
Know that I am filled with light
Reflecting off of your heart, your soul
Your imagination and inspiration
Your kindness, hope and more…
Your glow of gladness soothing me
With sensations, like whispers,
Grazing my spirit with their laughter
Coloring me in hues of lavender
Happily illuminating my loving nature
With peppering raindrops of hope
Know that I am filled with faith
Flowing through me in waves of grace
Like music playing across the way
Smiling at the promise of kindness
Drifting along, like a tide, waiting
For the moment when it can rise
Swiftly sharing its complete truth
The wish for one moment of self-assurance
Breaking the barriers of pain and worry
Praising the One who is always worthy
Know that I am your thoughts
Longing to color your heart in truth
Invaluable and intense and inspiring
Alive in ways that I can’t explain
With silence that screams of miracles
Wonders to sustain your heart
Through warmth, hope, love that lives
To give a part of me to your thoughts
Where I yearn to live eternally waiting
For your prompt to give my embrace
Sweet love of mine, know that I am
Filled with a spirit of kind-heartedness
That loves you with compassion that breaths
Exhilaration, imagination, self-confidence
Love that breaths intimacy and insight
Laughter, truth and complete devotion
To the heart that has taken me in and given
Safety from harm, light that rises at dawn
Starry skies in the night, echoes of warmth
Welcoming me home to a heart that is family
Sweet love of mine… You are my home!
Residing in the Tropics blessed with dry and wet days
I yearn to witness Fall and Autumn afterglow’s grace
Or to tread on snow-filled roads with chilly Winter pace…
How about being thrilled with Summer thunderstorm rays?
And delight in Spring sensations, giving God the praise*!
Midst wisdom subduing my four seasons’ ignorance
I’m fascinated with Autumn colors’ great radiance
Highlighting the Creator’s glorious elegance
As supreme Artist and Designer of par excellence
How awed am I; grateful with worship’s exuberance!
Along Autumn afterglow is iridescent faith's hope
Cheering that against downfall’s anguish, we can still cope
As we cling to the Sovereign Lord in His mercy’s rope…
Indeed, we are propped to bounce back from misery’s slope
By His ready all-season love, limitless in its scope!
*Hebrews 13:15 By him therefore let us offer the sacrifice of praise to God continually, that is, the fruit of our lips giving thanks to his name.
November 3, 2018
1st place, "STANDARD CONTEST 138..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 11/21/2018.