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Explore the fest as gain looks grand,
Make up your mind to do what's right;
Believe the best in sincere friend,
Reap in sure kind that certain light;
Attest to truth that shows the way,
Choice flavours taste in warm pleasure;
Embrace wise proof in each new day.
Heart feeds prompt haste in full measure,
Unseen the soul makes movement brave;
Mind and body sync with feeling,
Arrive that whole true love that saves;
Note thoughts that free cheer becoming,
Intuit a space where love sums best,
Treatment in place now works grand fest,
Yes to the face that honours quest.
Leon Enriquez
03 June 2018
Singapore
Grant yourself the opportunity to feel everything
Even when it feels like no one will ever realize
How deeply you hurt
That pain does not own you
It is you at work
Don't ever pretend
You are content all the time
That will curtail your growth
We all need some breathing space
In order for us to regroup
Don't ignore the hurt
Don't ignore that part of you
That sometimes feels so empty
Work through it
Walk through it
Even pain
No matter what the cause
Does not own you
It is like everything in life
A temporary season
Who you are after the process
Will be your testimony
©100620161420
Today, we went to that dear place
we visit now and then,
a peaceful view, a quiet space
that makes us wonder when-
In, mausoleum, home of rest-
the afterlife on earth,
our souls will watch from heaven's nest-
the remnants from our birth.
We visit there, our special niche,
that's sunny and well-lit,
with table, chair- and wonder which
of us will lie or sit.
Upon the stone, our names are shown,
our years of birth, then space,
to be filled in with dates unknown
when we are called with grace.
Which one of us will use this chair?
Which one will sit alone?
Dear God, if you can hear my prayer-
together- bring us home.
August 22, 2016
This is in Yoda speak, my favorite Star Wars character
Your heart lives the greatest power within;
faith that survives darkest gloom
where in its depths roses bloom
and in its heights, the sun at noon
warms all and holds evil down.
No twilight there is, no night nor day.
See, a glow that grows - and all can
and follow, even deaf and blind can.
The force within that feel you can.
Like planted seed faith grows,
it grows through crusted earth,
in frozen tundra, under snow.
It matters where it is sown not.
Your soul believes provided that
the power to conceive, love has.
No greater love, no greater need
than trusting inner faith I plead.
This space we float in, we fly -
you and I, different in appearance only.
Our souls, our beings, deny cannot -
atoms of the same matter we are,
with gravity toward the same nucleus,
cells pumped by the same heart,
thoughts by the same mind,
players in the same dream -
for survival needing the same.
Yet trust you not when you must.
You fight the orbit but, you escape cannot.
That it gives you life, you do not know.
Your blood runs in me -
see, trust in the Force and you will.
If you leave, cease to be you will,
but in faith, free to be you will...hmmmm
Those Earthlings are at it again
Oh goody, let's listen in...
"Your brazen actions endanger the public welfare."
"Your unconstitutional actions constitute warfare!"
My, but they sure do go after each other
You'd think they'd try to work together as brothers
"Your political grandstanding is purely barbarian."
"Your heavy-handed directives are totalitarian."
Oh, here they go with their name-calling again
Yes. Their immaturity knows no end
And haven't we actually heard all this before?
For sure. Before each of their stupid wars
"Well if you try that, I assure you there will be consequences."
"Wutcha gonna do? Put us behind barbed-wire fences?"
Wow. I 've heard enough, haven't you?
Yup. Let's give 'em another thousand years or two...
Before the time when time began
before the very thought of man,
within a void where there was nought
was essence of a single thought.
From whence it came there’s none can tell
bred of void or heaven or hell,
but as that thought began to grow
that single thought became a flow.
And thus remained for eons of time
now time was there to draw the line
the tide of thought spread out its seed
now seeking to fulfil its need
Primeval need to find a place
where it could sample more than space,
where it could find a way to stand
and hold emotions in its hand.
As ages past, the seed now sown
developed into thought’s true home
and thought absorbed in life’s new shell,
still washed in void and heaven and hell.
The human race must understand
that thought alone can rule this land,
no matter how we choose to play
primordial thought directs the way.
So void or heaven or even hell
its up to you to cast the spell.
Don’t blame no other for the way
you feel about the world today.
Just collect your thoughts, with them unite
and when agreed prepare to fight,
for what you think is how you play
and how you spend your time each day!
Ivor G Davies
(Dedication: For Ann, my darling.)
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A blessing within that spreads a fond glow;
Now just as before the journey we walk;
New wonders unseen in feelings that show;
Appeal firms galore in kindness that talks.
Love is the reason for health made ample;
Indulge sure passion in feelings that sing;
Free as the seasons that shape the humble;
Embrace true action in warm touching flings.
Live each swirling chime with spontaneous urge;
Opt to be feisty in moments that spice;
Voice grandeur in time as rhymes prime each surge;
Endear the cheery as echoes fund prize.
Love and life sparkle in days that mellow;
Your calm ways dazzle in nights that follow.
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Ann of my dear days and my constant delight;
Now we live passion that rise and fall here;
New range of light rays to greet our fond sights;
Apply deep notions as intent springs clear.
Love funds a new dawn with feelings that light;
Open hearts endow the touch of fond joy;
Voices of bright morn hurl hints of insight;
Exploits sojourn now beyond words or ploys.
Life is a story that comes forth to tell;
Imprints of soul scripts that fate deigns to art;
Vouch for grand plenty that springs where we dwell;
Enlighten each trip with lovely pure hearts.
Look time and space strange in change that awakes;
Yield wonder in face, in authentic takes.
Leon Enriquez
26 Apr 2014
Singapore
(Note: This poem is an Acrostic Sonnet.)
The Majestic Banyan
Standing alone in the village outskirts
With branches protruding to the other end
Always makes me feel from two discrete lenses
The exhausted cattle rest under it ruminating and shooing
The shouts of merry boys while playing with marbles,
Climbing, swinging and running around
How nice the day is!
But nothing finds close at hand when dark diffuses gradually
The mighty banyan appears as a dilapidated fort
And frightens me on a full moon night
Its silhouette comes off as
A strutting demon with hair torn off on a no moon night
The hanging roots like serpents swinging upside down
The sprawling and intertwined roots like matted hair of a yogi
When there is a gale, it sways forward
And it resembles a python with stretched jaws to swallow the village
Scary silence pervades around at times
A busy den for the nocturnal world!
The spying owl with its locked eyes
The thrumming camp of flying foxes
Pecks of a distressed bird
Chirps of crickets and beetles
Croaks and hoarse voices as macabre music
Unsettling leaves as elephant’s ears producing susurration sounds
The swarming fireflies around like lights of spirits
The hiss of a snake
And the crackling when it crawls on the dried leaves
Some mysterious chants
And the glowing blood red fire in its enclosed space
Perhaps, the diabolic acts of a sorcerer
For evoking spirits and ghosts hidden in the tree
The raising smoke out from it as a subtle body
Registered as a gruesome tree in my childhood cognitive domain
eerie emptiness
we float away
our vision distant
longing extinguished
from the world detached
ties disconnected
yet peace suffused
in this void-centric view
cloaked in aloneness
strangely intimate
then we are reeled in
to bliss drenched form
vibrant and aglow
in the borrowed light
loaned by presence
as gift of grace
which we imbibe
to rekindle dying ember
that refractions of love
radiate across space
as a tribute
to our creator
without further inquiring
about God’s divine plan
since our identity
as something separate
from the all that is
has been erased
in place of which we are
fullness in emptiness
emulsified in this urn
wherefrom emanates
the elixir of bliss
commingled with light
banishing darkness
A whisper soft, frozen blossom
Holds fast in winter, quite awesome,
A petal frail, a tender hue,
Vies beneath a sky of iced blue.
The breath of frost, a gentle kiss,
Preserves it from getting amiss,
No sunbeam warm to urge it forth,
Just white shroud to conserve its worth.
It dreams of spring, a distant hum,
Of buzzing bees and days to come;
But now it sleeps, a silent grace,
Awaiting sunbeams in the space
The branches bare, stretched quite apart ,
Guard secrets held within its heart;
A promise kept, a silent vow,
To await sunshine until now.
It waits to shed its icy guise,
Open wide beneath the blue skies
And share its scent, a sweet perfume,
Awakened from its frosty room.
This frozen blossom, patient soul,
Submits to winter as a whole,
But in its stillness, strength resides
As sweet nature's gracious rhythm guides.
A testament to life's design,
A beauty that will surely shine
As sleeping seeds awake from sleep
When melting snow begins to creep.
It waits with hope, a hidden fire,
Fulfilling nature's deep desire
To burst in blossom`s vibrant sight,
And bathe the world in pure delight.
Nature`s lesson of true patience,
Frozen blossom sparks resilience:
The frost may bite, the wind may blow,
But beneath, life sustains its flow.