Long Smoothes Poems
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This is my rhyme, this is my voice:
Right feelings spur, right thinking raise;
In space and time, in proof and poise;
Blossoms occur, blessings appraise;
Urgent needs hurl, urgent wants pour;
Trust you concurred, trust you embraced;
Endowed our world, endowed our doors!
Faith in our land, faith in our soul;
Obsessed our trends, obsessed our bowl;
Rich action plans, rich fertile whole.
Our leader bold, our leader wise;
Used words to hold, used means to rise;
Ripe message told, ripe rewards prized.
History states, history styles:
Etch sure accord, etch clear story;
Lovely our fate, lively our smiles;
Move fine record, move grand beauty;
Such is your way, such is your grace;
Mindset set tough, mindset set brave;
Asked voters' sway, asked with straight face;
New team smoothes rough, new dawn to pave.
We follow truth, we favour trust;
Echoes of proof, echoes that last.
Profound strong mind, profound stern heart:
Respect you earn, respect you trade;
Ample you find, ample you start;
Insights we yearn, insights you made;
See our fond smiles, see our fine briefs:
Enriched lifestyles, enriched beliefs.
Leon Enriquez
18 Feb 2014
Singapore
Truths, as though fairy tales, I have heard so miscellany,
That her flora and fauna reveal true theophany;
Rolling and spinning lowlands with hill-like granite blessings,
Moss misty magnificently mysterious dressings;
Romantic and luring - they say - her existential look,
Brooks, rooks, and snooks are seen in every woods and water nook...!
Temperate temperature tranquilizingly tempting,
Gardens, perennial and seasonal trends preempting;
Gold old civilization on earth stands head holding high,
Awesome islands, like handsome tree-grooms standing by the sky;
To both the sons of the soil and the strangers so friendly,
Life though flows slowly, smoothes, soothes, and breathes quietness gently...!
The aroma of flowers and herbs all through wide valleys,
History mingles, merges with mystery, and tallies;
Farmers' wharves... fishermen's wharves... all such well flourish I learn,
To explore the harbor and Victoria Pier I yearn;
Enchanting, they say, Victoria's immaculate air,
Just once! Only once in my lifetime! I long to be there...!
18 December 2022
A little sandpaper smoothes the edges
The final touch that makes the job complete
You think of your angel yet to be born
This crib represents your loving protection
The final touch that makes the job complete
Is the love that was poured out each moment
The crib represents your loving protection
You have been working and praying for days
Is the love that was poured out each moment
enough to keep your little baby safe?
You have been working and praying for days
Deep inside you trust God will answer
Enough to keep your little baby safe
Not to prevent her from experiencing pain
Deep inside you trust God will answer
A balanced life for your girl with no name
Not to prevent her from experiencing pain
Emotions good and bad will complete her
A balanced life for your girl with no name
You smile as you try to come up with one
Emotions good and bad will complete her
Your heart searches for a name that's strong
You smile as you try to come up with one
Sara floats gently across your mind
Your heart searches for a name that's strong
It needs to be pretty and inspire a poem
Sara floats gently across your mind
The very first gift she will ever receive
It needs to be pretty and inspire a poem
You think of your angel yet to be born
The very first gift she will ever receive
A little sandpaper helps smooth the edges
Nette's "Build Your Own Sand Contest"
I removed from the contest because I went over 20 lines.
Time stops.
The vile hands receive their recompense.
Time stops.
The fallen rise again.
Time stops.
Prayers ascend to the inner court.
Time stops.
The door opens to the needy.
Time stops.
The night summons the cocooned.
Time stops.
There is a battle between two worlds.
Time stops.
The withered meadows bloom.
Time stops.
The tendrils of darkness retreat.
Time stops.
The seekers stand by a glowing river.
Time stops.
I see my mother kneeling by her bedside, faint words escaping her lips as tears stream down her face.
Time stops.
I see my grandmother whisper her last words in the twilight of autumn.
Time stops.
I hear songs echoing from the open field beside a cathedral.
Time stops.
The craftsman smoothes wood with slow, rhythmic movements, refusing to be hindered by age.
He speaks of the dignity of labour.
Time stops.
I sit beside my grandfather as he shares how the essence of humans is the same as the essence of the sun.
Time stops.
My father’s portrait tells his story.
Time stops.
The wind whistles.
Time stops.
There’s a knock on my door.
I open it, but no one is there.
Time stops.
I search for the unknown.
Time stops.
A sage reveals where the mind begins.
Time stops.
The creator becomes a slave to the creation.
Time stops.
I journey to Zion’s gate.
August 16, 2025.
Plan a bold show, play with delight;
Explore grand flow, expound insight.
Reach for a feel, rest in the light;
Seize a clear zeal, soar with fond sights.
Pray for goodwill, prime your sure think;
Echoes now thrill, extend new links.
Charm smoothes the rough, choice feeds the stay;
Truth bears the tough, trust lives the way.
Invite your heart, indulge your mind;
Value each start, vouch cheery finds.
Exploit the chance, expand your niche;
Sing out and dance, string wisdom rich.
Speak with sure voice, sign with clear heart;
Health offers poise, hope prompts true art.
Observe the hint, obey your soul;
Weave vibrant tint, work fashions whole.
Leon Enriquez
03 November 2014
Singapore
Stretched far and wide, sun smoothes the beach, and finds a place to land
It spreads a sheet, then fastens lace to all our summer skies
No day sees a wave so high, without thoughts of you or dreams renewed
Sun slept on the water's surface, rippled like heat, melting the glass
My head against your chest, could hear your heart, soften, after our swim
and I watched white seagulls fly, away to where the sky, blended to grey
Pages remain in old albums, but I see them so differently
It's clear, now as if photos, reveal sharper views, of what we didn't know
Almost seems a better thing to face the unknown unprepared
Evening beckons my head to rest, ..old loves are lost with the sunset
Summer was ours awhile, for just a day, like the seagull.....flies away
Tonight, all I hear are waves, to break the silence of the night
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THE EYE of I
What is life? What is love?
The eye of I took it in…
The material rolling sweeps highs and lows--valleys cuts, grooves, gullies and gorges eye engorge crevices of porphyry
heat flies from the ravines
places the eye cannot see but the soul can visit-- living matter,
infused with tissue thoughts generated externally electrified internally
the sweat that beaded on the brow drips and spatters, absorbs the entity under
What is the breathing open petal life… radiating respiring
One throttle to quell that respiration, bright lightening beauty gently fusing into glow?
Brightening as I faster
Turbine-whistle I your master
beating, spewing, thrusting, ignition transference… body grue and stifles?… Gone
She stiffens the radiance of the face pale, milky, alabaster, clammy pore-less beams the lips and cheeks rubescent now. Smoothes, and transition into deep hues of blues, violent violets, ebony black. Hardens, stiffens stone then softens? as alabaster
Deterioration, matter, entropy all so naturally
Squall has past--the quondam respiring takes long respite..
The eye of I took it in…The material rolling sweeps highs and lows, valleys, cuts, grooves, gully and gorge I engorge crevices of porphyry
heat flies from the ravines folded as petals from
places the eye cannot see but the soul can visit
of living matter, infused with tissue thoughts generated externally electrified internally
The sweat that beaded on the brow drips and spatters, absorbs the entity under lies the breathing open petal life… radiating, respiring?
The fingers trace and fall in place the Etowah infused with breath
The sweat sinks in, absorption energy transfers electricity thoughts
Cabachon crescendos!
All the while the living, beating, breathing, entity flutters, shutters, smiles.
Ever so warm He's embrace as He gently soothes my face gives me blessed Everlasting peace His breath He shares with me so he kisses
He kisses me
He smoothlying smoothes me
He's in action His actions
Shows me He loves me and
Mercies Graces caressing mine body
He kisses my
He gives me breath
Kisses me ever so softly and gently I am not deserving of His love yet He's so caresses me so
He loves me
He kisses me with life
HE is the bridegroom I am His wife
ELOHIM So He Embraces and kisses me
As well as His Son Emmanuel Jesus
He kisses me, for I AM the love of my life
Hallelujah
11/26/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2023
Your fingers struggle to follow the path, to fiercely pluck the pretext,
As though my being were trying to catch the last drops of your receding waters.
You leave our novels under the clear summer sky, waiting for all that was
To evaporate, to be lost in the sun, to detach from us as easily as morning dew.
An eternity I wandered through fogs, to wake from beneath your repeated enchantment,
Which, like a sorcerer who forever charms his little sphere, you've muddled my moments,
Turning days into palimpsests upon which you wrote and erased, as often as the spell lost its speech.
Now it is you who wants to sever the meaning of magic, the honeyed sweetness dried on your lips,
In the moment when your scent surrendered to the forgetting between the pages of our favorite stories,
And then, the sadness reflects in us, that our paths were not meant to intertwine.
What was between us remains a dimmed syzygy, without a temple, a star without shine for me.
Yet, memory plays unfettered in my secret garden, keeping only shards of joy,
But that muller which crushes between memories distinguishes them and smoothes the path to what will be.
Those foreign memories, stirring the still waters of the moment, were not worth pouring into the cup of tomorrow.
Thus, I let them burn in the flame of an everlasting twilight, just as you did with our last silent farewell.
Hand, each one has its...
My hand has its way of being,
the hand of the world has its own way...
My hand shakes hands,
for the colloquy...
The opposing hand does not do it out of envy...
A hand caresses your beloved,
the other hand takes a gun
as a guerrilla...
my hand smoothes the cat,
the other hand stirs a wild wolf...
My hand gives spiritual passes,
the other hand does weirdness
in wiggles...
My hand writes freedom,
the other hand incapable of greatness
imprisonment doodle...
My hand dares to conceive paradise,
the other dreams hell...
My hand tries to swim
to save itself...
The other hand too...
In danger, two hands join each other
facing the possibility of death,
join hands in common... !