Long Sojourns Poems
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Being is becoming
Coming is going
Going is being
Start is dawning
Dawning is living
Living is dying
End is dusking
Dusking is dying
Dying is living
Style is smiling
Smiling is crying
Crying is styling
Listen to the wind
Winding down here
Here silence listens
Do with feeling
Feeling is knowing
Knowing is doing
Listen to stillness
Stillness creates all
All comes from a void
Act with knowing
Knowing feeds feeling
Feeling frees thinking
Coming is going
Going is coming
Actors on a stage
A voice calls
Calling you by choice
Choice stamps a poise
An ancient sway
Hints a message
Listen to your soul
Madness is gladness
Rapture in sadness
Gladness feels sad
Contrary ways link
Wholeness and parts
Feel upsets think
Be unafraid now
You will see light
At tunnel's end
Doubt all that's true
It's up to you
Go beyond fear
Observe and see
See beyond sight
Who sees who?
To live just die
To die just live
Live without ego
Seize paradox
Out-of-the-box
Soul hurls de-tox
Greet the unknown
Accept not knowing
Then you will feel faith
Faith is wonder
Wonder feeds wander
Wanderer is not lost
Hope sojourns
Wander near or far
Yet you end right here
Love anchors all
Uni-verse as one song
Mind-matter, heart and soul
Remember this
There is sure peace
In knowing bliss
To live well
Learn to die
Rise then a phoenix!
Leon Enriquez
12 Mar 2014
Singapore
Over the Middle Passage of Time
(Apropos of Trials and Triumphs)
In the crypt of the ocean’s deep
Lay ivory bones
Of screaming ebony souls
Drowned in due seasoned journeys
Across middle passage sojourns
Of pilgrim’s progress
Yoking labor in the wrinkles of the earth
From the fresh dawn to the tired dust thereof:
Nothing fertilizes like wet sweat and dried blood.
When the instructive tongues of ancestors
Tap at the door of attentive ears
Spirits scale skyscraper yearnings of home
Parachuting shackles of mind and body
Drifting in earthy fields of rusty ways;
No, the last supper will not be here.
The lit torch illuminates the new summons;
The passage of time forgives but never forgets;
The Supreme Master of the Universe spills His cup
Into the Saucer of which we now sip:
Because of His amazing grace, we shall not
Sup the tainted bastard blue blood of disgrace.
Intimacy
by Rahat Indori
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
I held the Sun, Stars and Moon at a distance
till the time your hands touched mine.
Now I am not a feather to be easily detached:
instruct the hurricanes and tornados to observe their limits!
The Mad Moon
by Rahat Indori
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Stars have a habit of showing off,
but the mad moon sojourns in darkness.
Body Language
by Rahat Indori
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Your body’s figures are written in cursive!
How will I read you? Hand me the book!
Insatiable
by Rahat Indori
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
This mighty ocean, so deep and vast!
If it sates my thirst, how long can it last?
Honor
by Rahat Indori
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Achievements may fade but the name sounds strong;
walls may buckle but the roof stays on.
On a pile of corpses a child stands alone
and declares that his family still lives on!
Dust in the Wind
by Rahat Indori
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
This is how I introduce myself to questioners:
Pick up a handful of dust, then blow ...
Dissembler
by Rahat Indori
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
In your eyes this, in your heart that, on your lips something else?
If this is how you are, speak to someone else!
Rumor (M)ill
by Rahat Indori
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
I heard rumors my health was bad;
prying people made me ill.
The Vortex
by Rahat Indori
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
I am the river whose rapids form a vortex;
You were wise to avoid my banks.
Homebound
by Rahat Indori
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
If people fear what they meet at every turn,
why do they ever leave the house?
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He’s drawn to her;
he knows there’s something strange about her.
She’s the mistress of the night,
and something about the night heightens her essence.
She whispers to the moon,
summoning the elements into her day.
Why is he captivated by this mysterious lady?
Seeing how the mystery weaves the night into day,
why is he pulled into this enigma?
Despite knowing she sometimes sojourns across a turbulent sea,
love takes you to uncertain places,
blinding you to the uncanny tendrils of reality.
She pours her love to him like the warmth of the summer sun,
her voice soothing his tumultuous nerves.
She has found a way to his heart,
but will her love stay with him forever?
Won’t she eventually be swallowed by her darkness?
She seeks redemption
while keeping the glow of her love.
His mother warned him that mystery doesn’t
intertwine with endless love.
She said that an enigma will eventually cast
its shadow over the light of love.
His mother cautioned that a seething conundrum
will soon be shrouded by its complexities.
They decide to part ways,
but they still burn for each other;
their hearts continue to beat for one another.
He sees her in the meadow of his mind,
and she sees him in the mirror of hers.
November 6, 2024.
Her words were soft like a summer breeze
with thought as gentle as the wind
Printed or spoken to put the mind at ease
Emoting deep feelings from within
With love as her quest she sojourns through rhyme
Telling wondrous tales passionately placed in time
As you read her thoughts on the printed page
The wisdom of lost love
Gentle passionate rage
You feel all the hurt
and bask in the warmth of her smile
She invites the curious hearted to stay awhile
Caught up in the rapture of loves soft melody
You let yourself go easy and drift most gracefully
Easing through the fires of loves raging embrace
She dances with your inner soul
To a warm and caring place
With sweet poetic reason
She will slowly reel you in
With a smile warmed by the season
For true love to begin
There is no fear of leaving
True loving hearts they will stay
The lady of poetic reason
Her words will show the way
Shrubbery leaves and foliage, all these very gloriously and graciously green,
In my verdant jade roof top garden, reflect greenness on my laptop screen.
Verbose prolixed, scattered, strewn fill up spaces all around in my jade garden,
Soak and fill me with haunting memories of Rita, Irene, Jeanne, Jolene and Celine.
Of sweetness and tenderness envious nostalgic musings ever so green,
To my mind’s eye these imagery still emerge at will very pristine and clean.
Between fourteen and eighteen up here they broke my warm, gentle and fond heart,
Then at nineteen it was here in this greenery with Norma Jean, we abruptly fell apart.
Green the world seemed to me when I sat here all these years alone and lonely,
Scripting and crafting dense verses of earthly passions that are profound, eloquent and comely.
Glorious greens, gorgeous greens, jade greens,
All mankind reveres the vitality you create that is meant for kings and queens.
But for me the color green,
Often remind me of my recent sojourns with Maureen and Pauline.
So to now to reflect and meditate splashes of green I imagine feel and use,
my heart chakra to open and feel love , empathy and compassion and forlorn thoughts to diffuse.
Green… green…green….. I have now sensed and seen….
Will come before me for times umpteen and as a routine.
The Colors Have It Poetry Contest
29/2/2012
Silence hum as Wisdom continues to watch
How labels are given to colour, gender and merit.
How voices of freedom are a stifled arch
Where Pride is human inability to inherit.
When harvest don smiles severing poverty and pride
and logic fidget with Weather’s mischievous pranks,
Then determined to save, generations rush to stride,
Distances long with magic on Earth’s secular ranks.
Close to nature Charity devise means and ways
To provide for distressed couples expecting a soul.
To step in aid for those empty stares that lay
Longing for a life, for a few grains in bowls.
As media sets Parliament talks to tune
Where bills are discussed, for elections to run
Fevered favours cast here and there
Prejudice documents, how some always have fun.
Families cease to exist, living becomes a curse
Might is right and Honesty bows to pounds.
Agony a blessing; it sets the heart to nurse----
Feelings finally find, solace in burial grounds.
Thought and imagination fight logic in class
Borrowed notes get shared with bribes.
Those with backbones complain and fuss
At the systems that surrender to a defunct tribe.
To each his own, no matter what.
One carries on with innovative zest.
Life is right when brains and beauty dart
Masses pay tribute to those who are blessed.
Libraries are made available at a click
A switch on remote pressed, is a farmer’s joy
Work in tons, get done without risk
Machines replace men if that’s not a ploy.
Tools and techniques in regions and states
Get the golden touch for AI’s sake,
Money goes digital, and beings are baits
Life in a machine, life’s all a fake.
If one has the power to hold the reigns
Implore divinity to proliferate signs
of pardon when evil no longer feign
Innocence which mask control in mines.
Earth eventually will see peace prevail,
No gun will fire doomsday mourns---
Peppered tastes will grow thin and sail
And love will design life’s sojourns.
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One sunny afternoon, I coiled
in the grass, and later wriggled
my way through the woods,
though scaly and limbless I am,
yet uniquely created and
outstanding among beasts.
My charming rhythmic
movement caught the attention
of the hunter, who though struck
by awe, yet desired my lurid
green scales.
On approaching me, the glitter of my
divinely adorned skin, revealed in the
pasture land by the scorching
rays of the tropical sun, calmed his fevered
nerves.
There never was such natural
beauty ever seen by him, in fact if he
were deeply inclined to his ancestral beliefs,
perhaps he would have numbered me with the gods.
Neither the lilies of the valley nor
the garden of roses
in their astonishing array of colours
could my beauty be likened to.
"What manner of creature?" said he,
"long beautiful belt-like features
fit to adorn the tunics of a goddess.
Yet he sojourns like a priceless
jewel in the midst of the thorny woods.
But who could he possibly be? A fallen angel?
A reptile with a two-forked tongue? A mermaid
on the terrestrial? Or even Lucifer himself,
the fairest of angels all?"
"But I for the thick woods went,
for fear of an age-old foe,
wriggling steadily, steadily along the path,
ready to vanish from
his dreadful sight".
Off to Kaduna my mind flies,
Off to Zaria my soul first alighted,
Gently ! Gently !! Gently !!!
Echoes the man behind the wheel.
He trudges on day-dreaming
Concerned not about our hues over cries
His pace was like that of a snoring bush pig.
We yawned , jawed but move up
Our faces full of displeasure
The Lagos lady banker took him up
As Alhaja and Alfas added flavour
Can he ever gear up even without bump?
Nothing changes his old leopard nature
I tried spice it up when I woke up
But to the face of him I met no favour
As he shrug off, and belt up
He returned to his snail-crawling seizure.
At the abysmal of his mind
He must be feigning fulfillment
Cat-walking at a speedometer of a tortoise
Fast like an archaic “Loko” train.
To the driver whose forehead reads . . .
And whose lips echoes endlessly
“Its better to be late than to be a late”
For a Life is duplicated not
Nothing is as sweet as cat walking
Snail-pacing in all sojourns.
Alayande Stephen. T
1.10am
21st ,July, 2006.
En-route my way to an NCP meeting in
Kaduna, the luxurious Marcopolo boarded
Merely cat walked all thorough.
I turn my back
feign indifference
and you make that sound ... that warm sound
that says, with a lilt FAR more convincing than words
"I love you ... I've missed you so"
it's been years, and I've wondered a thousand times
does she miss me, too?
do I dance in the depth of her dreams
or visit her momentary thoughts
in the quiet corners of the day?
does she search other sparkling eyes
for the soul-shimmer of mine?
now ... you're here, beside me and real as rain
and all melts away ...
years, walls, language, and our separate sojourns
half a world distant
as with all the parcels of truth
love is transcendent ... empyrean
laid bare and beyond difference
as visceral as the genes that separate us
and I think of how extraordinary and precious, our bond
how pure and simple and intricate, this feeling
how surely affection breaches the distance ... in a bound
human ...
and gorilla.
* For Dian Fossey, may she rest in peace *