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He's closed the blinds. His twilight dawns.
A midday reverie.
Within his mind, a vision spawns,
awash in mystery.
*
A levee bursts, torrents crash free—
a castle from a dream.
Atop his throne, court bent on knee,
all hail: "Long live the King!"
*
Then suddenly, the hall doors boom.
"A beast! A beast has come!"
As herald wails, and dread consumes:
"The end! The end!" they run.
*
And as he flees, all whimsy gone,
an echo beckons high.
Of beating wings, a chilling song,
a drumbeat from the sky.
*
He steps toward, all nerves afrost—
imagination wild.
A turret falls, asunder tossed—
both home and hearth defiled.
*
The creature belts—a savage shriek!—
black shadow borne aloft.
The king plants firm, through chattered teeth.
You coward! he self-scoffed.
*
A gusty gale, uproots his crown.
Gold ringing on the floor.
Stale, putrid breath, comes choking down.
He'll hide his gaze no more!
*
As four eyes meet, red versus blue,
stark mirrors of two souls.
His greatest fear, now clear as truth:
A wyvern is his foe!
*
One leath'ry wing, comes slashing in.
Its talon rife with flesh.
Unsheathed his blade, a slash akin,
their armaments enmesh.
*
The monster lands, around it whips—
forked tongue a slath'ring sight.
As from barbed tail, vile acid drips.
One prick—a deadly bite.
*
Brass hilt so slick, in sweat-drenched glove,
his lifeline sharp and true.
'Gainst rabid jaws, frothing above—
a witch's bile abrew!
*
A hack a thrust, a dash a dive.
One slip and he's devoured.
A lunge a snap, rampaging eyes!
A fiend by fury soured.
*
When by mere fluke—or was it fate?—
King's cleaving motion fast.
Condescending, full of hate,
the wyvern breathes its last.
*
Like Heracles, the labor won.
hallucination?— No!
A vict'ry yelp, The deed is done.
Now off to sleep he goes.
*
She tucks him in and gently from his fingers peels away,
A plastic sword, a pot-lid shield—which fantasy today?
So free—those fleeting days when visualization knows no end.
Her precious child, who's yet to learn, his kingdom's "just pretend".
I look up high and low outside my window
While the whole wide world seems fast asleep
I think I hear sweet tears that angels weep
As breaks the far horizon with solar glow
I wander closer to my window pane
Look out and latch on to serenity
Peacefully I ponder vast infinity
While forsaking all dull thoughts mundane
Dawn's majestic celestial pageantry
Casts vibrations and dimensions apart
Bridging from the depths within my heart
Unruffled silences that whisper harmony
In the wee hours that launch the crack of dawn
A peek at heaven propels my spirit free
To roam the vast expanse of universe carefree
And release the inspiration my dream spawns
AP: 2nd place 2020
Submitted on August 18, 2019 for contest WRITING CHALLENGE 2, AUGUST 2019 - ENCLOSED RHYME sponsored by DEAR HEART – RANKED 2ND
I have stood on many shores
and felt the long evolution of the deepest waves
where life spawns its leaping adaptions.
I have listened
to the trumpeting of great armored sea-bulls
echoing in the shallow bladder-wrack,
and on that splashing surface
invisible snouts blow from
an ancient depth below.
There where the tusked wolf
first dipped a paw into brine
a proto-creature struggling to survive
its bones already growing
razorback fins.
There also did the fanged manatee
thunder in its savage heart
as it plowed the screeching storms,
tempests that shaped its life
with its glittering saws.
Before the porpoise leapt
before the whale shipped its gray prow
Jekyll and Hyde clawed each other
through a gibbosity of flesh,
and where the skin flew
rat tails grew gills and jagged jaws,
behemoths burst from
slow wading, pod sheltering strays.
All churned in a rolling race
as if a keen edged spray
modeled bones,
a frantic saline transitioning
that even now
as I stand by a washing tide
calls and plows me deep
seeking my own extinct
and monstrous forms.
My distant spirit is dying,
disheartened, disintegrating and self deprecating.
Defenceless, as hope disappears,
emotionally shipwrecked in deep waters,
yet to be discovered.
In the sadness of sentimental sighs,
silence is the sinister sister of separation.
Abandoned in an abode of unfairness,
my heart shimmers creating a crepuscular crescent,
emanating into an emotional eclipse -
in splitting darkness I've become invisible.
I've lost hope in being found
among faded stars and moonless nights.
I'm as transparent as an icicle,
melting in frozen fields of forgotten forever's.
In the deception of dreams,
gradually, the roots of grass begin to decay.
In misty meadows of manifestation,
sanctuary of my subdued supernova soul,
slumbers among rotting massacred moths,
motionless in a crumbling charcoal cocoon.
A slaughtered spirit spawns a suicide of sunshine,
as ebony eyes create Cimmerian shadows of smoke.
I've been taken hostage in a vault of torment,
hoping celestial spheres return soon -
but all I can hear is angels screaming.
I search for those susurration sounds
of homecoming birds of spring,
bringing the clarity of velvet sheen skies,
floating free like dandelions blowing in the wind,
unlocking shackles of sorrow,
easing stubborn tones of reasoning -
but no serenades can be heard.
The season of death is upon us,
so I remain disjointed in discomfort,
displaying dismay at being disowned -
leaving me feeling dizzy in dismal disorientation.
Believe not scriptures
Believe when we see
See myriad forms
See play of desire
Desire spawns thought
Desire seeks fulfilment
Fulfilment momentary
Fulfilment fickle
Fickle and unstable
Fickle so disable
Disable desire
Disable all knowing
Knowing but experience
Knowing limited
Limited is our mind
Limited are our senses
Senses are externalised
Senses can be internalised
Internalised attention
Internalised stillness
Stillness dissolves time
Stillness blurs boundaries
Boundaries self-imposed
Boundaries ego delusion
Delusion that we are mind-body
Delusion that veils our soul
Soul is eternal
Soul glows in our heart
Heart our true home
Heart the abode of love
Love alone is real
Love is God’s light
Light of soul and spirit
Light that’s our very essence
Essence of presence
Essence of our aliveness
Aliveness is consciousness
Aliveness is awareness
Awareness hijacked by ego
Awareness veiled by maya
Maya is our ignorance
Maya is the darkness
Darkness but an illusion
Darkness yields to light
Light same within all
Light ours if we believe
Believe when we become
Believe when we see
See
Become
23-December-2021
''B'' Forms, 10 Plus lines Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
The Mulberry Tree
outside is farther from
my window than the sun-
light that penetrates
my bedroom, 2PM-4PM.
The sun's yellow ribbed
lines against the walls bar
the shadow of a stick
that sways as if to scrape
the paint of butter
vanilla hues. The tree,
shaped like a menorah,
is dappled with fruit colors.
I think of exits,
with their ruby glow.
His. Mine, especially...
the mauve violet
tinge of night that spawns tiny
silver bursts. The caught "snow-
ball" in the sky, tossed from
a collision, long ago.
A Mulberry Tree
is also in my bed-
room. Its arms are dressed
with acrylic tints-
of butter-fly wings.
The poems are brief
questions; statements, of faith,
of poignancy. They boast
of a majestic
spark that lights the sky.
The dance of planets
in sync like the words
of the poem, their orbit
one year; two years; three.
Perhaps ten thousand.
The poem: age-less.
Through the lens of sun-
light, the bars-dusk stains-
prison-like- nab the branch
of the tree. So I will cling,
and swing, above the sea.
The last trailing tendril filaments
of moon beams nocturnally trace
fashion an illusory gilded chariot Ark,
whence upon celestial runners,
the approach of dawn's early light
illuminated terrestrial space
which nebulous solar city flanges
revisited since time millennial
hubbub of human race
nsync with Zodiacal constellations,
which appear to shift
as planet Earth axis place
alternated in accordance with
inexplicable universal teenage
mutant Ninja turtles joint pact
with power rangers assumption
sans quotidian playstation remotely
controlled by aliens upon
oblate spheroid figurative stage
set whence commencement nudged
village people foment quiet riot rage
and rant against
uncontrollable catastrophic frenzy,
when cosmic creator
rehearses another page
from playbook, which
color coded cobbled Bible
emanates with radiant hues
of yellow and osage
nonetheless, no mortal adept to predict
(only within plus and/or minus
some marginal variance of error).
oft times punishing atmospheric phenomena
incarcerated, pistol whipped
(if anther incorrect),
whiplash unleashed, oppressed, imposed
challenging condition testing ground
flora and fauna could thrive,
whereat most hardy
plants and animals didst abound
linkedin upon terra firmae
murmur of orchestrated
organisms devising fitting
evolutionary survival traits
plentiful glory vis a vis L'Chaim;
gnome hatter outlook required
sprinting thru uber vanguard,
where zero sum game pitted
disadvantaged Feng shui
living things poorly sparred mismatched
against itching attired egghead,
kickstarting netzero beastie boys
indeed emulating hotmail prodigies
holding greensward ground.
scrimmage fostered, elicited,
dictated, commandeered nature
going full throttle with pings
across biological labyrinth
positioning glommed, peeved,
mis tweeted seeds of life, and white lily,
within soil lent green grubby business
whereby herb and woody stemmed
recalcitrant proto flings
wrote toe rooter bakers
gave Gaia a run for her money
to buy Buffalo wings
chasing miscreants nimbly
outwitting, out-rigging
outsmarting nettlesome stings,
and sage protuberant fungi,
released messengers where rise home
spore ports left nada mushroom,
though symbiosis wood
bark a roll a cord.
Wear wisdom well as treasure fond,
Indulge your heart that finesse grand;
Note how you dwell as treasure spawns,
Dream echoes art fond start my friend;
Feel how you feel with sparkling sums,
Align here now as grandeur steers;
Live with fond thrill your great outcomes,
Love knows just how fine splendour cheers.
Wise words work way beyond mere sounds,
Oblige grand dream with ample scope;
Niche happy play as clear thoughts ground,
Dazzle greets scheme with loving hope;
Etch proof that styles the way of zest,
Reap a grand pile that flavours quest.
Leon Enriquez
18 July 2016
Singapore
Watch the world
Change with swirls
A road trip
Taste and sip
Sense tease grip
Touch that trips
Pack our things
For brisk fling
In this house
Let love rouse
Joy gains glee
Spice fond spree
Now speeds clear
Road funds cheer
New day dawns
Tour now spawns
Mile for mile
Glimpse warm smiles
Charm meets fest
On this quest
Less funds more
From deep core
Gain a grip
Joy speeds trip
Kin and kind
Touch moves mind
Feel and see
What may be
In good time
Road paves rhymes
Joy now flips
Sydney trip
A long drive
Fun arrives
Five to breeze
Joyride squeeze
Sights and sounds
Glimpses ground
Thought greets feel
Warm bliss thrills
Leon Enriquez
09-11 June 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT
Barbarity's own Deity,
The "Black Knight" of perversity:
Ascending through gross ignorance,
Descending on to Hell's province.
This callous god despises light
And seeks the deepest, darkest night.
It spawns a cult of terrorists -
Impoverished, soulless separatists.
This cunning god invites the "lost"
To join its cause, but at what cost?
It sacrifices human fate
For what its creed would consecrate.
This corrupt god projects this trait:
Its mission is to promote hate.
It draws the worst from human ties -
Despicable through flagrant lies.
A "counter faith" to those we know,
It stands alone - allowed to grow
From seeds of immorality
To acts of dire depravity.
What frames the Terrorists discourse
That causes pain without remorse?
This Deity of coarsest fame
Whose imfamy has claimed its name.