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Here by this brook
I read a book
To steady looks
Here by this space
I see a face
That touch of grace
Here in this light
Sense day and night
Curve with sure sight
Here in this time
I echo rhymes
That come with chimes
Here with a fling
I hurl and sing
See what life brings
Here with a touch
I prune and nudge
Make more of much
Here where I stand
I know I can
Live a kind plan
Here where I write
Use words to cite
Love here on-site
Here love funds style
In simple smiles
That flood worthwhile
Here zest funds cheer
Sweet blessings here
With love most clear
Here I live grand
With kin and friends
To fund ascend
Leon Enriquez
12 December 2014
Singapore
Away on a desert
No one in close sight
Trudging miles on bare foot,
We reached our planned site.
Sand dunes peeked here and there.
Camels with belled neck
Were seen slowly moving,
With their humpy back
Sky turned black and inky.
But moon shone quite bright.
Rocks were seen in chrome red,
In the glow of light.
The desert sand stretched wide.
Looked dazzling at night.
A land dry and sterile,
Lay blazed in moon light.
Near a huge tawny rock,
Were plants in flower,
Thriving in arid space.
Saw elf owls cower.
What a world of wonder!
Sure, a thrilling trip
Enjoyed it every bit.
From mind, it won't slip!
The liquid is sharp
sweet the Pulse
the flicker and the light
that keeps in time
With the driving rhythm
A sound of feeling
the rage
the Ecstasy
Pump and hum
the drink is cold I feel hot
the sights and sounds
burning down
the body locks
the flesh is in motion
the drug boils deep
through each tight vein
I feel the coming insane
seen there in the corner shadows
Do you see?
the forgotten
in the corner
were shadows remain
eyes staring
a shadow ill begotten
as the scenes pulse,
flicker, splash of light
keeps in time
refuses the light
for the night
in the darkest space
they care not
Last Remnants remain, stain
out of the corner of the eye
the bump and grind
The crowd unaware
But you see it there?
the thing at the corner
of my site sits and stares
do you feel it not
a haunted vestige underneath it’s eyes hot
my heart skips
my thoughts spin
my stomach sours
the imagery feeds darkness my sight takes
my mind falling away
from the light
I think of this thing
as a splinter in my sight
Darkest night
corners my eye
and the pulse
and flicker
the sound
in the rhythm
and rage
as a liquid is shot
sweat trickles down
spines curb around
Pump and Flicker
the lights keep time
during the rhythm
the sound
feeds the energy
The drink is cold I feel
the hot heat of the bodies press
sights and sounds burning down
the drug crawls through my tight flash
fire in veins
their at the corner
of my eye something
sits something waiting, insane
waiting
wanting pain
the coming rain
pump and hum
the electric drums
complex tattoos of insanity
there is shadows sits and waits
don’t you see
This site's amazing for meeting friends
It sure has an unlimited supply
Just met the sweetest of sweet young ladies
She's a charmer, sure can't deny
She's just another in a long line of beauties
Testosterone levels have taken off
Somewhere in the range of over the top
And deep outer space, yee haw
Won't say her name, it's our own little secret
A Sweetie with a capital “S”
Just appeared from out of nowhere it seems
Sure caught my attention, I confess
She's a warm kind of gal who's easy to know
She's over the top with love
One of the reasons this Poetry Soup site
Shines brightly in the heavens above
© Jack Ellison 2013
Zest fires my pen
Verse writes I can
Watch rhymes attend
Words in swift blend
Wave upon wave
In simple fling
In touch that saves
A sure being
Work on fine writes
Cast words that bite
In succinct cites
Right here on-site
Free verse or rhyme
Or plain wordplay
Can forge such chimes
To mime this way
Upon a chance
Words in deep trance
Fit busy dance
In visual glance
To know deep flow
In poignant proof
Now serves to show
Good in plain truth
Seed flame and fire
As words attire
Touch that inspires
A fleeting sire.
Leon Enriquez
18 September 2018
Singapore
Let It Be HP
On another poetry site
the winding road
took me for a ride
from the top of the mountain
to the bottom,
at least in my eyes.
Along the way my confidence
inflated.
It grew,
especially with increasing
reader views.
This was good,
seeing myself growing into a tall oak.
This was the spark I needed.
And recently it deflated.
This popped my balloon.
This little piece of rubber
shriveling up in my mind.
"Poof."
It hurts.
It hurts
to pass this story along
of always being an acorn.
What I see over there
is that the new car
smell wore off
quickly, my value
depreciating even
quicker.
At first, my ride
was on uncharted territory,
this the terrain I coveted.
I yearned for attention.
Reader views were like
sky towers to me,
initially, some dozen
poems put out 500 watts
with one at a 1000+ watts.
The whites of my teeth
were shining, the shining spotlight
on my stage for once.
My eyes looking up.
My mind even musing about
parting with the pup-tent views,
here.
It was short lived success...
to say the least...
dozens of poems left in effigy,
sub 100's, the last one flickering
on and off at 15 prayers.
It was a crying shame.
Yet
it was electrifying at first at HP,
my charges stimulated,
then seemingly overnight
my poems were sequestered.
His new car smell waned.
Where did the lights go?
I do ponder
maybe it was me that sank,
probably so,
and not the readership
... as my mind picks
up the pieces, saying
to
Let it be.
Let it be.
connie pachecho
8/9/17
Inspired to write this poem after reading entries
to the "Let It Be" poetry contest.
"She was suicidal,
Depressed and yet a witness in harm of her mind throttled tuned up in times distressed misplaced not trust no space to grow she folds bridled not alone and not wed and not often said have nots alone and lonely worrisome yet worries
Suicide May the everlife come upon us soulless May the afterlife swiftly changed its presence you once promised me forever and so I pray for as the hour draws near say good night dear
And ponder not the arrival of the second glimpse of life less breath I take what God has given me and stuff it out like a foot a top an ant a fly a bee insectify me
I commit I submit my physical self I take away what's the left the breath I no longer take I take yet my breath away I display had my dismay I reject the prey myself derelict selfish and sway
Suicide we shall depart so it will be an adult child and unforgiven hurt selfless spiritual child of God I still his breath he gave me away through my selffish death
Suicide this will be the last you hear from me solace tear stand you once promised me until the end of time I reign as it rains in my mind.i am not fine. Mentally hurt drained mentally hurt drained mentally hurt drain keeps saying and doing the same old things I am possibly insane I hear not my heartbeat I see not my eye teared stained this will be the last you hear from me soulless you once promised me until the end of time as for the hour draws near We Say goodbye I say goodbye our time has come say good night he once promised me forever now I'm mentally spiritually physically gone from your site
Suicide we shall depart bleak break broken torn To forever drown a second a remorse no voice my choice torn to be reborn maybe not to forever drowned a second a second may this inferno come upon us has death's life for the hour draws near shall say good night a child in the end darkness descends there's only panic the only Departed I we run and hide nothing's left just sides above the pride the shame shout not I we die we shy we hide we lie in......."
SUICIDE!!
3/1/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
In the ten years since I officially retired
Have had trouble keeping my old brain active
A major activity that's filled the void
It's poetry, which has kept my brain captive
Owe my well being to this wonderful site
Anxiously checking my inbox
To see who's sent me these glowing responses
Check it before putting on my socks
Addicted, I'd have to say that's true
But life would be quite boring without it
You all boost my ego every day
Might survive but I really kinda doubt it
So on my tombstone they'll probably inscribe
He died in an extremely poetic way
His last words rhymed as they closed the casket
“That's all I have to say today”
Natures Beauty
Flowing seaweed shinny and bright
Framing the beauty quite a site.
Floating in the water
Like blowing in the gentle breeze.
Silky to the touch and oh so sweet
Sensual fragrance I breathe,
Bright red as a rose
Luscious in full bloom
Beautiful bridge to another garden.
Crossing with an arch,
The path is firm and strong
Begging for the attention.
Through the valley or over the mounds
Either way is pleasurable time,
Why not both he’s in no hurry.
Bronze on the edge bright white in middle
These flowers provide life in special ways.
Crossing the soft terrain,
Smooth and forgiving to the touch.
Lingering to enjoy the feel of perfection,
The prize is dreamy and
A magnet to my soul.
The most beautiful flower of all.
Usually shaded from the sun
By the dark moss from God above.
Petals so soft and fully moist,
The roots of a earthly mans mind.
From the black moss grows twin mighty oaks
Straight and true.
They allow the beautiful flowers to stand tall
For all to see and adore,
But only to him to explore.
Turn around Twenty Years
Turn around Twenty More
Turn around and watch LOVE Grow
With Barbara Jean EVERMORE
Where are YOU going My Beating HEART, Beating Heart
Barbara can take it, where Ever SHE goes
Will She show it with Pride, will she hide it inside
Will I EVER Relinguish The Tears I have Cried
To be Cont.
Dedicated to My Most BeLOVEd Barbara Jean Gorelick
Note: I have been told by One I Respect on this site that I
can not Post a POEM in my name under the Chef's Site. This
Is one of many POEMS (250+) that Chef has not Posted It is
a 4 poem sequel. I Don't know much about Poetry Except what
the Chef Has taught me : and He Taught me to Cook Kenny