Long Snapshot Poems
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Voice finesse here beyond mere tints,
Intent firms poise to glimpse bright zest;
Opt crystal clear what whimsy hints,
Live happy choice that knows what's best;
Engage this world on your own terms,
Touch sparkles thrill beyond mere pain.
Surprise casts swirls in joy's sweet germs,
Nurture fond will to gather gain;
Apply bold feel to dare live well,
Picture the gaze in light worthwhile;
See how time heals dark days that tell,
Hurl cheery craze with snapshot style
Observe true heart in sheer delight,
Tell of wise art in pretty flight.
Leon Enriquez
30 January 2016
Singapore
Fleeing nefarious intent
As watched through a spyglass
Running for forest's protection
With fast steps of chasse
Rifle in his hands aimed, ready
Will the quick shot be heard?
What will he do with a body?
Suddenly vision blurred
How can murder be on his mind
Once his love for her shone
But now hardness upon his face
Matching his heart of stone
He'd lost control of her he knew
She was now in the way
Now she's beyond his reach
He'd find her in a few days
Escaped by magic so it seemed
His life now out of control
He could not rest in peace, eat, or
Think, his power she stole
How will this thickening plot end
I cannot really say
Only a snapshot of the scene shown
I think she got away
Written: December 30, 2022
Contest: Beyond Reach
Sponsor: Mystic Rose
Perhaps they mourn and long for a life mate,
one that does not end with merely a few dates.
One commandment says not to witness falsely or lie.
For that reason, I cannot say that doves really cry.
So, a sound is made for a loving romantic connection,
one that will be pure and wholesome without rejection.
Somewhat similar to the behavior of the human species,
except that we find ways and means that cause us to leave.
Tear-ducks and watery eyes do not a cry make,
but there could be 'mate-longings' causing heartaches.
It's not proven that they have tears of emotion,
but perhaps they have proof enough of their devotion.
Indeed, their relationship is lifelong with far less commotion.
Noah used a dove to verify the readiness of the earth's surface,
resulting in a new beginning for all life including the human race.
God used a dove to indicate the descent of the Holy Spirit from above.
Want a picture of innocence and harmlessness? Take a snapshot of a dove.
To the Government of Our Nation:
I've a Few Things to Say to You,
and If You're a Vietnam Veteran,
Maybe You'd Care to Hear this Too.
I Was Just a Little Boy,
When You Called My Daddy Away,,
I Grew up Without Him....
He Is Still Not Here Today.
How Do You Tell a Little Guy,
Who Is Six, Almost Seven,
That His Daddy Is Missing in Action,
or Maybe Even Gone to Heaven.
I Want to Believe He Is Still Alive.
You Promised They Would All Come Home.
Well, That Has Been Years Ago,
and Now this Boy Is Grown.
Did You Forget the Promises You Made?
Not All of Them Have Been Kept.
I Think a Lot of Them Are Still There,
and "We the People" Are Not Through with You Yet.
I Have a Worn out Snapshot,
of My Dad Standing Proud and Tall.
I Have this and a Small Piece of Granite,
Where His Name Is Carved on the Wall.
Connie Moore
July 18 , 2000
Springtime fervent fresco
shines on the easel
of embellished topography,
embroidered filigree
enshrined
in Monet landscape,
luminous
in effervescent elegance
with sparkle of sapphire lagoon
in dreaming ebullient eyes,
entranced,
and with lustrous lotus petals
of luscious lips
ardently parted,
painted on silken canvas
of convivial countenance,
magnetic,
carved with narcissistic contours
of innate pride
with dormant Dorian Gray syndrome,
subdued.
The sands of time
roll over wrinkled canvas,
from winter twilight zone
senile spider creeps,
weaves weary
with the last strings of hope
webs of facial furrows
of creased contentment,
empty eyes gaze,
forlorn
at weathered wasteland,
regressed,
find in desiccated garden
the faded flowers
lose patina of passion,
enticing once.
Hedonist psyche refuses
to gauge the grief of loss,
trapped in transient notion,
sanguine,
for what is a face
if not a metaphor
for proclivity panorama,
sustaining snapshot
capturing mesmeric moments,
frozen
in timeless frame
of concealed charisma,
contained in cauldron
of boundless beauty,
transcendent.
To church, to church to go
A routine, brushing your smile
A routine, cleansing your soul
To church, to church to go
Each scripture snapshot
Each passage deep
To church, to church to go
Communion with strangers
Strangers become friends
To church, to church to go
To kneel
To pray
To church, to church to go
not in pretense
not in laziness
To church, to church to go
emptied of the cares of the world
filled with mercy, hope and grace
To church, to church to go
to embrace our savior Jesus Christ
and carry Him inside for the rest of your life
To church, to church to go
in the name of Abba Father
in the name of His Son Jesus
in the name of the Holy Spirit
One God, a mystery, profound
To church, to church to go
to serve, not disembodied
to give, cheerfully
to praise, with a joyful heart
To church, to church to go
every week
often
to rest in God
To church, to church to go
hand in hand with our fellow man
We pull each other up
We disciple
Iron sharpens iron
To church, to church to go
embracing the grieving
anointing the sick for healing
encouraging the young
listening to the old
To church, to church to go
Get thee there
Exhale the weight of the world
Inhale heavenly paradise
Green Luna moths, cardinals and dragonflies too
Freeist beings on earth is butterfly
Dusky moth form a spiritual tree.
All effortlessly gliding from heavenly sky
Each being born from angel’s heartfelt cry
Exuding great beauty without a try,
Eretheal angels like to sit
Their enhanced beauty great as star above.
Great snapshot moments as they flirt and flit
Excrete whispers to each by sweet morning dove
Keeping warm counsel from me and from you.
Fully aware they are expressing love.
Landing lightly for a sip of warm dew
Garden minxes and brownies they do play
Heavenly secrets are less than a few
Giving us this joy each and every day
Reminds us of Father God in every way.
Snapshot! - a shutter impales,
a life to clicks, betwixt inhales and exhales.
Light into pixels, bloodshot in frames
kidnapped for a ransom of sometimes soon.
Snap! - a dry twig fractures under boot,
its echo resounding in forest shot.
Too brittle is the log of memories
we captured when we said we won't.
Shot! - the Sheriff, not the Deputy,
for he blinked and she pulled a face.
Both instantly aged by taking photos
of bygones not let it be, that refused to fade.
Snap! - of fingers cracked the hush,
a starter’s pistol shot with less smoke.
Called all and sundry to attention,
before all duck-dived for cover behind hands.
Between! - the blinks of eyelid snaps on eyes,
the video of endless life lives on,
in the stares and glares of film not shot freelance,
in a trance that freedom can ever be believed.
“The rays of setting sun design the unframed dreams
in life’s kaleidoscopic snapshot.” – by Poet
The revolving wheel of the ceaseless time
rotates the contrived kaleidoscope of life,
the riveting patterns change persistently
in the mélange of motif enmeshing the mind.
The chameleon colors transform transiently
the visage of mind’s varied landscape
into the ashen essence of burnt forlornness,
or the beguiled feeling of emerald exuberance.
The dispersed dreams drifting away to the past,
float on the cascade of fantasy stream,
meandering on the topography of the present,
carved out of the bedrock of ebullience.
My emotion replicates the wings of butterflies,
fluttering on the ripples of blissful breeze,
and before they all waft away to obscurity,
form for me a flying formation of fulfillment.
I take my lonesome journey with hope
across the greening wasteland of despair,
or along the glittering garden path,
lined with blooming saplings of bursting colors.
I then perceive my closed mind unfurl,
unveiling the receptive canvas of sensuality,
painted with shifting colors of sublime beauty of being,
creating the kaleidoscopic collage of euphoria.
_______________
March 11, 2023
Theme chosen : Kaleidoscopic
Contest :Writing Challenge - "K" Words
Sponsored by : Constance La France
For A Brian Strand Premiere No 1215 Contest
Black-and-white or colour taken...
Photographs of which awaken
A thousand words, dispelling...
Prominence out of their telling.
Faces of such presentation...
Still expressions, preservation.
Stature, posture, embrace - whether
In solitude or together.
Times of past presence revealing
Emotions in all of their feeling.
Never-ending of a story...
Moments captured in their glory.
Forever young and over the hill...
Albums they create and fill.
Positives displayed physically...
Permanence for the world to see.
Also framed to show and tell...
The good, the bad, ugly as well.
Perched and hanging upon their wall...
Atop their shelves, within their hall.
Some a reminder of history...
Others surrounded by mystery.
Whether they are dull or sublime...
Each of a certain point in time.
Images taken with a phone...
Selfies together or alone.
Digital and pixellated...
Resolution demonstrated.
High definition - yes or no?
Can you alter an image so?
Special effects casting a stone
For snapshot edits in their zone.
Physical or on the phone...
Portrayal of all that is shown.
Captured in a camera's vision...
Magic moments of decision.
Picture this now, if you please.
The camera holds the keys... of these,
Unlocking you's and me's and we's.
So three, and two, and one - say cheese!