Long Silent Poems
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Park bench encounter
Old man staring;
Faraway look
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Financial district
Business downturn;
By this fringe
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Stormy evening
Rain flows like oil;
Lightning dazzles
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Lift landing
Blank faces congregate;
Alone together
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Wind on my face
Rushing home;
Rain water wets
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Somnolent interlude
Cricket musical;
Deep dark night
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One by one
Bougainvilleas wither;
Floral carpet
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Pre-war terrace house
Old time architecture;
Four bougainvillea pots
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Bus stop crowd
Two others plus me;
A long wait
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Chinese barbecue pit
Chinese roast meat shop;
Long customer queue
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Unique antiques
Old proprietor smiles;
Curious shop sign
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Fashion parade
Glamour girls waltz;
Runway postures
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Beer and buzz
Evening outing;
Boozy conversations
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Parkway passage
Playground gossip;
Maids chatter
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Hymn of morning
Birdsong choral;
Lost in translation
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Huge ancient tree
Witness to change;
Silent sentinel
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Humid overtures
Sun without wind;
Temperature runs riot
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Chit-chat moment
Old lady neighbour;
Market trip
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Weary legs struggle
Heavy load in tow;
Footsteps homeward
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Leon Enriquez
24 June 2016
Singapore
Lucy Locket lived amidst Lakeland Hills, where jay serenaded morning;
Like plum rainbows celebrate sunshine, with never any silent warning.
Lucy was merely twenty years old, like a peach rose, dusted with dew;
And she was also a dutiful teacher, unveiling what children never knew.
Lucy liked to sew and to garden, like green nature, roving everywhere,
Recalling lavish, sunset skies we used to view, in the colors of vanity fair.
Kitty Fisher was Lucy's best friend, amidst many, for she was popular;
Like finches are popular in floriated summer, creating gladness, ocular.
Fancy emerald nature wore fun, fantasy makeup, in its faceted colors;
And unfaltering family flattered fall with visits, beloved like no others.
Kitty lived in the house of very ordinary, like cherry redbirds singing;
Where silver moments comprised golden hours, jeweled time ringing.
Summer snapdragons grew quite lovely, on her sparkling street of sun;
And scarlet maples smiled colors, until the smoky season left, sudden.
Nepalese neighbors narrated tales of sweet nation, at mulberry night,
When nectarous, naval oranges hung ripely, under moon, satiny white.
Purple ranunculus blooms resembled roses, when sunrise echoed dusk;
And 'Marimo Moss Balls' played water polo, while jasmine trailed musk.
Giant water lilies ruled placid lakes, giving rise to titanic, pink blooms;
As golden sun and calm moon vie for dominion, inside separate rooms.
Lucy and Kitty went to a lecture, in a lavish, lavender evening of larks.
The lively, literary topic was much enjoyed, like the sun's dying sparks.
Afterwards, Kitty and Lucy parted, each to their own welcoming home;
Like a green bird of turquoise skies, oft makes its nostalgic way, alone.
Later, Lucy discovered her pocket was missing, its location so unknown,
Like red streaks of gold time, ever fleeing, past a blue, marble milestone.
Next day dawned golden, and Lucy's pocket, she found on her doorstep.
Golden coins were tied to its ribbon. And at Kitty's note, her heart leapt!
For it was Lucy's sparkling, glad birthday, as devoted friends remember;
And Kitty had made it one of her best, like hued leaf nights of November.
'Lucy Locket lost her pocket,
Kitty Fisher found it;
Not a penny was there in it,
Only ribbon round it.'
The winds of change
Have swept through our tree of life
And stripped the branches bare
Naked limbs
Resembling gnarled arms
Reach for what used to be
But is no longer there
Left cold and alone
Any remnants of love or happiness
Has been thoroughly erased
A twisted skeleton
Of a once flourishing life
Now stands in its place
Dust settles on the surface
Of the once lively
Soul that used to be
Cobwebs have become its
Security blanket and dead
Parasites and insects its company
In a place named misery
Though there is still a beat
Of the heart, there is no drive
No destination or purpose
Just an empty shell
That’s smells of
Regret and sorrow
Whose decaying bark
Is just a symbolic reminder
To our faded dreams
Which no longer serves us
Just a silent tomb
Which echoes the sadness
Of endless today’s
And a forgotten tomorrows
It is said that deep in the forest green
And close to the silent flowing river
Where mystical green flowers lean
Along the banks marked with silver
Soft and damp with the dew shower
There lives a clan of ladybirds
Small and green and dotted with purple
They fly around dancing in herds
Tasting the nectar from the mighty maple
Which grow along the bank, in ample
And many a times when the night turns dark
And the moon shines silvery and bright
The ladybirds would be seen in an arc
Singing a sweet song of delight
Of pure love of a lady and a knight
And when the summer is tired and sleepy
And the golden buttercups filled with dew
The ladybugs gently slide under the canopy
To luxuriously bathe in this nature’s brew
And come out relaxed and shining new
3/4/13
Rest your eyes my gentle sunshine love
as evening shadows slowly disappear,
and let the moon’s soft silvery summer beams
surround the moments of your slumber and
caress the magic silence of your dreams.
For in your dreams a hidden truth resides
as slumber wears the weary night away;
and covered by the beams of silvery glow,
your dreams will always drift and carry you
to places where imaginations flow.
And when the early blush of dawn appears
to chase the fading shadows from your sleep,
I’ll greet the morning softly by your side
and hold the silent moments of your dreams
as blooming hearts and warming sun collide.
April 12, 2026
When memories fade, like luminous fireflies
and days become another red thread,
on horizons
When hope is nothing more than a wish,
held in the heart as a reminder,
when love was you
and I was a warm shadow to its light
To what end, do you haunt me so?
Is it desire?
To once again feel my feet endlessly float
Is it passion's yearning?
Caused by your mouth's kisses
Is it warmth from your hands?
As they held tight in conformation
Yes, I've kept your memory close
A jeweled reflection,
of a passing star, leaving a fiery trail
through the night sky,
disappearing into the darkness
Leaving only a silent wish
and a sense of awe
8/7/17
A sprinkling of fairy dust early in the morning
an airy dawn arrives on the wings of an angel
music of nature flutes by with all its first bring
I own daylight quills and Longfellow's archangel
While the rose sleeps beneath the moist earth
safely beneath the snow waiting for rebirth
guardians of the galaxy are closing in on stars
I don't hear a sound not even the tooting of cars
Outside the breeze is slipping through the trees
as quietly as the memes of God's silent smiles
I own hopes so big they bring me to my knees
and a belief that will help me through the miles
Dance while you still can He says to my heart,
as I hear the sound of music, ... I do my part.
I sit at the feet of giants
As I write this
Humbled in the presence
Of cedars and sequoias
Magnificent pillars propping up
An impossibly blue heaven
Tourists trickle between their toes
Like ants from all over the world
On this Easter Sunday
While the ever-devout mosses
Face their northern Mecca
In perpetual silent prayer
A man strolls by
Carrying chunks of red bark
And I can’t help but smile
Because the only souvenirs
I’ll be bringing back with me
Are photos to scrapbook
And the memories of
This viridescent breeze
Its ocean-whisper through
The towering treetops
The glitter of sunlit snow
A velvet-antlered mule deer
Blossoming dogwood
And this poem.
In a land where the shadows of fear dance on endless walls,
Justice has melted away like a dream scattered by the cold night wind,
Abductions slip through the dense fog like uninvited phantoms,
Citizens torn from their peace for words that burn like flames,
Are taken to hidden places where pain becomes a silent, bitter song,
Torture merges with silence, trying to extinguish living voices,
But the cries of the oppressed soar like birds to the high heavens.
Our hearts break under the weight of the darkness that has enveloped us,
But we cannot let despair swallow us into its boundless depths,
We must rise like a sea of flames, to defend our freedom,
To surround ourselves with brave hearts that shine like stars in the sky,
To allow no one to overshadow the determination burning in our chests,
To not let the system bind us with chains of silence and oblivion,
We must rise with courage and compassion, like an eternal song.
Once upon a magical evening an enchanted fairy I happened to see
dressed in a fantastical dress with two dappled wings of lace,
she shone like the midnight sun;
I must confess, she looked rather whimsical
sitting there by a green wooden door, waiting for your lore!
Her arms as tender as lotus stalks and her long curly locks dancing
in the cold breeze mesmerized everyone there alike; her eyes
as blue as the summer sky, sent silent signals, begging for your tight hug;
she seemed eagerly awaiting a communion with you, and longing
to give you a fondly caress for experiencing a heavenly bliss!