Long Sonnet Poems
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Dream of fond daze when colours blaze,
Obey your heart that knows just how.
Hope funnels craze to steer life's maze,
Embrace fine start right here and now;
Align dear soul with light that shows,
Reach stillness deep that lights the spark.
Touch a clear whole that helps you know,
Heed what life heaps yet find your mark;
Allow for time and space to groove,
Thrill each brave stride with passion bold.
Delight your chimes with easy moves,
Appoint firm rides to now unfold;
Remember this: Keep spirits high,
Enlist pure bliss in happy sighs.
Leon Enriquez
28 April 2016
Singapore
WHAT IF
What if my sandy mind dries in desert
Dreaming clouds of parched passion don’t come low
Make your soft shadow overcast my heart
My horizon waits for south wind to blow
Bring from sly sky your mystique clouds below
In storm surge desire in desert would flow.
What if you’re a tree in the fawn forest
Branches taking to the bleached sky your green
For a while in the shade I want to rest
See the crown play with sun I haven’t seen
Hear the song the leaves sing with drops of rain
Reach deep in your grace where I haven’t been.
What if river in my valley gets lost
The flowers dry on the land turned fallow
I’d preserve some, the ones you like the most
In my wasteland green hopes would again grow
When the rains would bring you through the rainbow
Flowers would embrace you, it’s me you’d know.
What if my world breaks, collapses inside
In your heart I’d find a place to reside.
January 25, 2018.
Once a Christmas
The sun was blood red looked like a big wound
on the flank of an elephant shot by poachers.
Dripped blood on white, wholly cloud which slowly
turns red as the bandage of a fatally shot soldier
who slowly dies of his wounds?
His eyes turned into a mirror of the cold sky.
In the air is torn into puffs of powder an ambulance
comes to an abrupt halt, a man on the dirty floor
surrounded by presents for his family, his eyes
reflects the absurdity of a Yule decorated supermarket.
His wife will get a voucher.
As I drive home, a bag of night opens and strews its
soothing darkness over the land, but nearby
an anguished elephant has its tusks sawn off by a dentist.
(Dedication: For Richard Lamoureux.)
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Truth has a way to speak profound;
Indulge pure grace to heal and mend;
Meet each new day on sacred grounds;
Engage each face with love most grand;
Live well and be the steady man;
Explore your world with focus here;
Sense pure beauty and harvests then;
Soul and heart swirl as joy marks clear.
Time and space meet in visual street;
Rise to the dare that shapes your fear;
Unleash and trace true wealth you fit;
Trust in sure fare to breeze each tear;
Heal and be whole with mind and heart
See precious soul as grace imparts.
Leon Enriquez
26 June 2014
Singapore
Meek moments meet true love that flows,
Ask for the truth that sets you free;
Urge grace most sweet to help us know,
Note succinct proof that bids us see;
Dream with pure heart the way of poise,
Yeshua broke bread to feed the soul.
Touch that deep art as faith moves choice,
Heed unafraid as love makes whole;
Use your time well to live love's tell,
Reap what you sow as deed now scopes;
So breathe fond dwell as acts weave spell,
Dance fits the show to discern hope;
Apt memory lives love most fond,
Yield what you free as tact now spawns.
Leon Enriquez
13 April 2017
Singapore
Note to Sponsor: Sorry, I did not quite understand the directions for the third quatrain part, so this is now revised for the contest and hopefully done the correct way! Also revised some of the beginning part.(revised again Sept. 23)
I smiled when we lay by a brook
beneath an oak. There was sweet shade.
You gave me an endearing look -
so pleasure-sated from love made
there on the grass like carpet lush
with buttercups and trim of brush.
We watched the brook that murmured past,
which recently had rippled fast!
There was sweet shade beneath an oak.
I smiled when by a brook we lay,
from love made -so pleasure-sated.
An endearing look you gave me.
Since kissing stones along its way,
that brook, with us, now sparkling lay.
Sept. 21, 2020
For Charles Messina's Charonnet Poetry Contest
Look what you have left us, Vincent van Gogh
Found hiding under your tormented mind
A vision of your Starry Night in Rhone
The Night Cafe' was revenge of a kind
At Eternity's Gate one sits and cries
But I reside in A Poet's Garden
Thirty seven years of visions disguised
You turned from God as your heart hardened
In suffering your gift was your pardon
At night I sit in your Cafe' Terrace
And contemplate the dreams you starred in
The Self Portrait you painted in Paris
Thank you for the chance to let us all see
Your brilliant visionary ecstasy
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
Spenserian Sonnet abab bcbc cdcd ee
A man walks down the sidewalk through the mist,
And his dark silhouette is soon erased.
As he continues to travel with haste,
He recalls a pair of lips he had kissed.
A woman takes a bracelet off her wrist,
And in a jewelry box it's then encased.
She remembers a man she had embraced,
And fights against an urge she can't resist.
They realize they must be together,
Yet the dark distance between them conceals
Their image from each other in the night.
After a sudden change in the weather,
The midnight haze subsides and now reveals
Two lovers in the glow of a porch light.
© 2019
For you’re my heart and my life’s chosen muse.
Without you, my life would be so confused.
You’re the one my heart chose on that sweet day,
You’re the one who brightened my lonely life.
When you looked at me in that charming way,
I knew then, I had to make you my wife.
The way you walk and the way you move, girl.
Gives my body goose-bumps the size of pearls.
You set my life free from its loneliness,
Alongside you is my best company.
You filled my cup; there’s no more emptiness,
And you are my muse to write poetry.
I say we’ve had the loveliest embark,
That’s why I wrote a sonnet for my heart.
After Jesus' resurrection in Jerusalem,
in the same windowless room,
where The Last Supper was held:
with a sudden rush of the gusting wind,
the Holy Spirit descended upon them,
to bestow the gift of different languages...
That was a reminder that the Master, who had been crucified,
hadn't forgotten them and His fervent wish rested on
their relentless faith and strength to courageously spread
the true Gospel with firm utterance; and they knew, it
was a great mission both dangerous and spiritual:
to go out in the Roman Empire, a place of many vague idols,
and in the Colosseum be executed or mauled by lions,
but their fear was replaced by the glowing fire of Holy spirit...
Entered in the Pentecost Brian Strand's contest
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci