Long Sonnet Poems
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Mindset moves me to treasure traits,
Yes yields plenty as wander finds.
Wear wonder well where wisdom waits,
Opt sure fancy with discrete mind;
Rouse up the feel of certain thought,
Discern the trace for craft that flings.
Sense how time thrills the fate you plot,
Know time claims space in change that springs;
Etch sketch most fine in crafty verge,
Touch thrills the mood of certain edge;
Choice seeds each line in vivid urge,
Heap what grooms good on life's sure page;
Explore the match of how zest thrills,
Stay your bright sketch on joy's grand spill.
Leon Enriquez
26 June 2016
Singapore
My feet have been stepping on your chest numerous times, path,
How gladly, like a mother, accept me and each stranger!
No complaint; no grudge feeling; not even a little wrath,
How cheerfully you lay and keep safe beings from danger...!
My ancestral story says that all have trodden on you,
This is why you look so rough and tough and, yet, acceptive;
Your love, compassion, and receptivity are so true,
Even during days of fog, your way is not deceptive...!
Each time when I tread on you I think of my path final,
When I will not be walking on you; they will carry me;
You have ever been like my so intimate code spinal,
I love you so much and I want you to be always free...!
Be open, as you are, dear path, that each one will feel safe,
You should be able to show the way even to a waif...!!!
Thrill in fond bliss where love abides,
Heed the prompt hint that comes around;
Ask for grand peace through time and tide,
Note how grace mints such precious grounds;
Keep heart in-sync with joy and cheer.
Yes frames deep sighs in lovely feel,
Observe fine think as light endears;
Urge fashions high as God now heals.
Dream upon hope as faith moves chimes,
Embrace true zest that anchors mood;
Aim to forge scope where love styles rhymes,
Reap of life's best in all things good.
Grace and light come with peace of mind,
Oblige clear psalm as love sparks find;
Dance as zeal sums love ever kind.
Leon Enriquez
12 October 2016
Singapore
When the sun sets and says its sweet goodbye,
It leaves an immense kiss mark on the sky,
A promise that it’ll return tomorrow,
To take away all our fears and sorrow.
Its kiss mark is dappled with lavender,
Birds hover above to feel its wonder,
The silhouettes of mountains and the trees,
An art of prosperity, joy and peace.
Its kiss mark is in hue of pink and red,
A fiery love of God sent with roses,
Feel its tranquility and its warmness,
Panacea on worries that come ahead.
Crimson sky is the kiss mark of the sun,
A dazzling beauty since the world begun.
May 19, 2013
First Place
Contest: Crimson Sky
Judged: 5/19/2013
Sponsor: Poet Skat
First Place
Contest: Your Best 2013
Judged: 1/7/14
Sponsor: My loving greatest poet, PD
SPRING CHAP GOH MEI
Subtle spring fest as earth awakes,
Prompt thus the surge of vibrant feel;
Rich flavours nest in ample takes,
Intense the urge of nature's will;
Note how joy hurls such fragrant times,
Glimpses of grace moves fertile soil.
Calm vivid swirls accord warm chimes,
Here in clear trace busy hands toil;
Abide fond cheer wise touch of hope,
Peace spreads a glow of poignant truth.
Gain worthwhile spheres as love sculpts scope,
Observe the flow of visual truth;
Health now flings tints of blessings grand.
Meet precious voice in wholesome space,
Embrace bright spring that fashions trends;
Imprints of poise now syncs kind grace.
Leon Enriquez
26 February 2018
Singapore
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(Note: The words "Chap Goh Mei" is a
phrase in the Chinese dialect Hokkien,
and means "Fifteenth Night" of the 1st
Lunar month in Spring, when the
Chinese New Year begins.)
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One day when I was feeling down and out,
I took a walk along a country road,
then veered off from my usual dull route.
I headed to the left, so then I strolled
a mile or so. What beauty captured me!
Wild flowers bloomed. I picked those with blue hues,
and on a hill, I saw a willow tree.
My spirit lifted, for I’d lost the blues!
I sat beneath the willow in its shade
and saw beside me a gigantic hole.
I had no inkling what or who had made
the gaping hole on that unlikely knoll.
As a symbolic gesture, I then threw
my flowers in the hole and named it blue!
May 28, 2021
for Anthony Biaanco's Blue Hole Poetry Contest
Drawing close to the aura, that attracts,
we savour the scent of its love perfume
but as time passes by, our heart retracts,
since magic that once was, fails to resume.
The rhythm we followed, we now unfollow,
because perhaps love’s echo returned not,
neglect an insult heart could not swallow,
so the rhyme that enchanted, soul forgot.
Ego spawned contractions bind and confine,
anchoring consciousness in a dream world,
reprieve granted when head and heart align,
with the throb of love, flag of God unfurled.
Feel each tremor: ask, to whom does it come ~
Negate nothing: each embrace is welcome
I’d soon disappear were mine Dor’thy shoes,
Fitted glass-sandals in apricot hue,
When clicked together ask wearers to choose,
Any fantasized place where dreams come true;
Outer-space, maybe, might orbit me right,
Closer to heaven and farther from here,
And death-grips wouldn’t need strangle so tight,
Since each dimension should have a neck-spare;
Or destinations, perhaps less stupid,
Where bunnies lay eggs while fat-men drink milk,
And arrows find fannies noticed by Cupid,
Whose boxers are made from Italian silk.
Nope, there’s no trouble afoot in my dome –
I’m simply sayin’ there’s no place like home.
- Just a fruitful vent (no judging) :)
She much preferred the days. In rays of sun
She’d wrap herself as if they were a shawl.
But quiet horror crept when day was done,
for Night closed in - a grim and awful pall.
That memory more easily suppressed
when sunlight drenched her soul came flooding in
as shadows loomed, and then a blackness pressed
into her consciousness the guilt of sin.
Though it was not a sin deliberate,
the Pain of Night arrived as if to scoff
at her for thinking that she might forget
the time she drove her car, then nodded off. . .
How horrible that sight she can’t erase -
her victim’s young and bloodied stricken face.
I know of a man so rigid at heart;
His claims are so tender by juicy touch,
Hosted so hot by pricks urge or stab smart,
More simple when she hold on to her clutch.
When soulmate encounter transient distance,
All he is proud of is his principle,
But when his memory lost in romance,
Penetrating through is the principal.
He has learnt to be good three days earlier,
Her grace never mind to see his caution,
Such act's addendum crave a tip barrier,
To anchor his gut in continuation.
Treat them real special not only for sex,
A means masked by which they become complex.