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Know
Flow
Now show
Voice that grows
Vibrant poise that glows
Radiant peace that spreads overflow.
See
Be
Clearly
As happy
Being somebody
Content to live with soul set free.
Play
Stay
Now say
Word each day
Charm that paves the way
Watch miracles spark precious sway.
Live
Give
Believe
Dare receive
Focus to achieve
Inspiration that soul conceives.
Come
Sum
Now hum
Song and psalm
Drink iced coke and rum
Watch sanguine turn tipsy and dumb.
Reach
Niche
Sense itch
Spur not preach
Connect each to each
Feel sensations prompt bold outreach.
Terse
Verse
Outburst
Blank canvas
Ink wordplay converse
Write to satisfy a deep thirst.
Leon Enriquez
09 Mar 2014
Singapore
I confess that as a child the ruthless caused me
crippling pain with deeply wounding words and
bodily attacks that led me to falter through life.
I confess that various family member’s inflicted
incessant cruel criticisms that wholly damaged
my character leaving a soul shattered in shame!
I confess that all of these hypercritical people
painted me with a dark psyche and their evil
assumptions resulted in an imprisoned stigma.
I confess to never evolving as an adult due to severe
childhood trauma and domestic violence, and as such,
it is necessary to speak to me as if I'm a Child!
I confess to being stuck in my adolescence probably
between 6 and 13 yrs. old and can’t remove myself
from that timeline, so, I plead, how do I move on?
I confess that during childhood the intolerant
labels of shy, odd and withdrawn caused me to
be ostracized while living in utter humiliation.
I confess that in elementary school, my hands were hit
until they bled for laughing. And my father punched me
in the face for laughing destroying any possibility of joy.
I confess that my brokenness is impossible to
mend due to the atrocities inflicted. I tried to be
silent for so long drowning in unspeakable hurt.
I confess to having fast and frequent flashes of the
details of the horrors committed against me causing
doubt of whether I blacked out during the worst of it.
I confess that I pray every day to be set free from
the shackles they’ve built all around me, leading to
my many missteps for which I beg for compassion.
I confess that my broken spirit sought fairness and
kindness from everyone who I crossed paths with
but instead I found solitary condemnation.
I confess to pleading most urgently for the wicked
to cease from inflicting unbearable anguish on
God’s frail ones according His Word!
The sunset whispers get together in the bowl
The electricity hands them over the momentum
The oranges in the soul a bit out of control
The golden darkness stirs the dormant venom
My horizons crumble in the pink petals
As you let all the birds fly into ...
My balance the toxic touch unsettles
In the inflamed heart beat just me and you
See dear how the red corpuscles crowd
In the crazy chocolate wafers in delight
Our ionised charges unleash aloud
The sparks as the prelude to the night
Tonight we will set free all chains
In compliance with the scarlet gravity
Perfumed storm must precede the rains
Following the deluge of the insanity
Beat by beat the pulls defeat all the dams
The water is in a purple rebellion
The universe tonight into our hands
The splattered sun calls for the stallion
The black and orange mingling in the two sounds
The million sparks bloom out from the two fires
The dance of the fire with the two heats unwound
The twilight music of the two tidal lyres
___________________________________________________
March 27, 2018
For Picture This - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Based on Image 3
Am I fated to dwell in this cruel and heartless place
where hands writhe like snakes, concealing a face?
Is there salvation to be found from those horrid things
that dangle grotesque heads from spider web strings?
I've searched the most remote corners of my mind
for an answer to this atrocity, but not one could I find
I long for a human sanctuary where I can be set free
from the groping of cold fingers reaching out for me.
Mankind has become callous, an abstract machine,
plodding about to the beat of the same tambourine.
It's a robotic society, blind to the needs of others
with an indifference that stifles until it smothers
When did this world become one of selfish greed
where everyone takes so much more than they need
Clawing hands that troll from only God knows where
in a pestulant society. It's become more than I can bear
In this bizarre perdition, humans can no longer engage
I must guard my emotions from inside a Draconian cage
I seek death as means to escape this brutal barbaric place
and donning a shroud, I withdraw from this robotic race
Breathe on Me Sweet Breath of the Spirit
Breathe on me breath of God
Fill me with life anew,
That I may love what Thou dost love,
And do what thou wouldst do. Robert Jackson
Light a sanctuary candle of new fire in me
With your breath call up purifying flames
Ignite dying embers, not consumed, but set free.
Breathe on me sweet breath of the Spirit
Send before my steps fiery desert whirlwinds
Incandescent fireworks in valley darkness
Fan your holy inferno of blazing grace - blessed crosswind.
Breathe on me sweet breath of the Spirit.
In a fireball transform my fears with your divine fire
Burn away impurities leaving only glowing faith
That welcomes all to warm beside my hearth - heart's desire.
Breathe on me sweet breath of the Spirit.
Leave your neon signature emblazoned on my poor heart
Luminous conflagration ever warming - a lantern
For pilgrims seeking your eternal fire to impart.
Breathe on me sweet breath of the Spirit.
8-21-20
I wiped away your tears
red-cheeked as you cried away your fears
who broke your heart this time, my dear?
Standing at my doorstep
you knocked soft and gentle wept
when I opened up the door unlocked and kept.
In my arms, you fell inconsolable with your woe
unhappy tears that tore apart your very soul
why did this happen to you again I'll never know.
I took you in and sat you down to wipe your eyes
without a word you continued your untethered cries
where had your heart been torn in another goodbye?
Embracing you in love's sweet wrap tempered
the cries became a solaced whimper
how does this keep burning your heart's embers?
I hold you close in comforting composure
you are another love's battle soldier
but here I am, the one who consoles you.
I'm here for you, open your eyes to see
there is a dream you could easily set free
a love that will never break your heart, it's me.
As I sit alone in my cell
My mind starts to dwell
On the fact that I’m still here
Trapped in my own hell
Alone and imprisoned
By my own fear
As I continue my sentence
Year after year
My own prison I've built
Out of my own depression and shame
Unwilling to forgive
I have only myself now to blame
The foundation was laid
From my mistakes and bad choices
Bonded and strengthened
By all the angry condemning voices
The walls are built high
Solid and stout
To insure that I never
Climb or break out
Though my crimes were not evil
To be punishable by death
Sometimes I imagine it so
That I can breathe my last breath
Loneliness and heartache
Are two things I know well
Along with sorrow and pain
That keep me confined to my cell
One day I may be pardoned
And finally set free
From the emotional chains
That are now binding me
When that day comes
Will I be reformed and made whole
Or in this cell will I stay
Another condemned and lost soul
(Dedicated to you, my Brothers and Sisters)
Powerful words,
Truthful words,
Honest words,
Brave words;
This is exactly what the Doctor orders,
For a Nation, who’s trying to fight the horrors
Of blatant racism,
Unfairness, injustice,
Nepotism and sexism.
A man of Peace,
Without controversies,
Is not a genuine activist.
The truth is being tolled; there is no reason to apologize,
‘Cause you’re exercising your God-given rights.
The sickness, the maladies,
Which America has been suffering
For over five centuries,
Need to be healed as you’re reading
My honest feelings.
This is painful, this is long overdue.
My brave People are tired of fighting
The ills and the stigmas of our societies.
This is hurtful, this is way overdue.
The Truth hurts, thank God Almighty;
“Another One” is unafraid to tell the Truth,
“This One” is dissecting the false myth,
And the backward ideologies, thank God Almighty!
The prisons are populated by innumerable innocents,
The Police and their cronies randomly humiliate
Our parents, siblings and cousins.
We have every reason to be mad and irate.
A more just and fair system needs to be in place now.
The Brother is using strong medicine right now:
Powerful words,
Truthful words,
Honest words,
Brave words,
To save America,
The beautiful diva,
Who stands for: “Justice, Freedom,
Liberty and Happiness for All.”
We should denounce Uncle Tom
And his monkeys. Brothers, who walk tall
Like you and our President,
Are rare and almost nonexistent.
The Truth will always set free:
The men of Justice, the men of integrity,
The men of Peace, the men of honesty;
The Brothers and Sisters who will tirelessly
Fight racism, the twin-brother of slavery.
Copyright@, Hebert Logerie ,Thursday, February 19, 2009,
All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
There's a part of you thats seldom seen
that's always been and always will.
It's still, it's sure, it doesn't want more,
It understands what kindness is for
and why everything must change
in this seemingly deranged unfolding
so that the love you are holding can be set free.
It understands me
which is more than I do
but I recognise and worship the divinity within you.
Godly but oddly grounded,
all fears unfounded, well rounded.
Every second welcomed regardless of content
or how a day's meant to be.
Please allow me to humbly greet you.
My head below yours says I am honoured to meet you.
No other way to treat you
and this divine line that winds its way through your being,
all knowing and all seeing
knows it flows through every soul
and bows it's head in turn below.
No judgement or scale
and nothing for sale.
I was moved to write this poem after watching the brilliant and thought-provoking show: "Without a Trace", Season 4, Episode 18: "The Road Home".
When you're on your knees
By Michelle Morris
17/08/2022
He got down on his knees
Gave up his weapon and his hope
His mother was a junkie
Who had left him for her dope
And all he ever wanted
Was to keep his family together
But after his father passed
His mother couldn't care
He had a little brother
And two little sisters too
The lived in a tiny apartment
In New York City's millions
He worked so hard
To keep that roof over their heads
But they were too far behind
On their apartment rent
He and a friend turned
To a life of crime
In order to get money
To pay the bills on time
But it all went wrong
And he went to jail
His siblings landed up
Living with their aunt, far away
His mother went to jail
For child endangerment
Her boyfriend was arrested
For drugs and solicitation
No one got out unscathed
Just another missing person case
But in the long run
The children would be safe
This is another story
That teaches us life lessons
The choices we make
Can impact on our family and friends
It's important to step back
And look at the path we're taking
Because if we're not careful
It will be a mess we're making
Every one has to choose
Their attention and fate
And whether they can love themselves
Enough to learn from their mistakes
And when you're on your knees
It may be time to pray
Get guidance for the light
To shine the right way
One by one
We can take those steps
Move forward with hope
And less regret
One by one
We can stand tall again
And over time become
A whole person mended
And when the time is served
And we're set free
We can make things right
For our families
And in the end
Our slate is clean
Our souls are healed
And we are one with Him
© Michelle Morris, 2022