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When I look at you,
I pray that I don’t lose touch with you
When I look at you,
I prey upon happiness and I never knew
That you mentioned me in your dorm
When I look at you,
My mind wraps all around you
When I look at you,
You give me a natural high,
But it’s only temporary…
When you wake up,
I pray that you had the best of dreams
When you wake up,
I prey upon your energy and
Soar like an eagle in the sky
He watches over me as years pass me by
Our friendship is too good to be true
We’re so lucky to have each other…
Weep no more, for your name is carved in my heart
There shall be no more death…
Bitter, worthless clouds spill out remorse –
Depart and be gone!
I’m waiting to say “greetings” to you
I don’t have the strength to fight the battle
Endless thoughts spiral in my head
Making me feel awfully dead…
Many things are left a mystery for a purpose
When I look at you,
I pray that I don’t forget your name
When I look at you,
I prey upon your joy and I never knew
That you mentioned me in an optimistic way
When I look at you,
My mind is overflowing with delight
When I look at you,
You give me a natural high,
But it’s only temporary…
When you wake up,
I pray that you have the best breakfast
When you wake up,
I try to prey upon your glory,
But you swim away like a swan in a sparkling lake
I wanna give you good advice…
I don’t wanna roll the dice…
I don’t wanna be a living sacrifice
I wanna throw away all of your pain
I’m trying my best to reach the finish line
It’s hard to forgive the words you utter
It’s hard to forget and forgive yourself
For the wrongs you’ve committed
My mouth kept running like the sink water
And my mind went numb and you seemed to be bothered
Pick up the shards of glass and show me some direction
I don’t know where to go from here…
But, I must keep a positive mindset
I’m not attempting to get you upset
When I look at you,
I feel that I’m invisible
You see right through me
And I reflect anguish and confusion
Have mercy on me and don’t be frightened
Disappear, thoughts of sadness
Reappear, thoughts of gladness
When I look at you,
I see…a joyous, gorgeous face and
I sense that you’ll have a bright future
Just keep shining...with all of your might
God is near your side...leave behind all worry
Don't you know that you made me taste your glee?
I am drawn to your form
-why is it yours?
Perhaps just a chemical bond forged in youth
life's true mystery,
You and I..
the errant sleuth.
Decided now, no perfect moment -now or hereafter
without one in yours..
no finer mind,
no brighter laughter..
Spill out my barrel of blue monkies on your floor
-you remember, don't you?
arms reaching out in long chains,
wide-eyed wonders in color -just like before.
If only we could play for a day..
-would you ask me to stay?
I would for an eternity,
as you in me.
And when we grow up
finally..
we can find other games,
fulfill new urges,
primally.
The linger of your perfumed hand, oh my..
free will no longer mine.
Every laugh wrinkle placed just so,
to catch my eye.
Drawn to your form, oh yes..
but still I wonder..
why yours?
Deep words
fill up and spill out,
complicating what was happy
to remain simple.
Seriousness is a dirty joke
that happens to sound clean.
Why cover the meaningless
with pain?
We could laugh.
We could run
for the feel of the wind,
the burn of restless legs.
Instead we like things dressed
in flashy pedantics,
habitual mess.
We're lethargic, but compressed
by our ways of labeling time.
Now it's hard, the easiest fun
looks dirty and unsophisticated.
Our swing sets rust
as we grow up fast,
to sip our wine from fancy cups.
We're too busy to learn
about a place in Africa where certain kinds
of monkeys exchange sexual favors
for food sharing and friendship.
Maybe we should try this again.
I have lived in a contest with life until now,
Not to be afraid in anticipation I now solemly vow..................
I have cheated my fears alright,
I have broken up with my doubts uptight.
I got engaged to my faith last night,
I married my dreams at the sight of first light.
I am not afraid to get up today,
I am not afraid to wake up to another day today,
I am not afraid to open my eyes today,
I am not afraid to climb out of bed today.
I see beyond and am not afraid any more,
I see beyond and am not afraid any more.
I am ready to face the world all alone,
I am ready to do anything to walk up the stepping stone.
I am ready to say anything to anyone,
I am ready to talk to anyone under the sun.
I am ready to yell from mountain tops,
I am ready to dive from ravine drops.
I am ready to walk for a cause,
I am ready to run to protect environmental laws.
I am ready to understand tangled issues,
I am ready to wipe all tears with tissues.
I am ready to jump out from a moving truck,
I am ready to pull my allies from loads of muck.
I am ready to be creative again,
I am ready to write and spill out my joys and pain.
I am ready to sing my own songs,
I am ready to correct my own wrongs.
I am ready to throw a stone afar,
I am ready to play my own music for all with the door ajar.
I am ready to write notes about me,
I am ready to put them up for all to see.
I am ready to whistle whilst I walk down the alley,
I am ready to pluck the fruits from the orchards of Sally.
I see beyond and am not afraid any more,
I see beyond and am not afraid any more.
the refrigerator of my dreams features a waterfall
A moving waterfall that greets me when I open her door
She is filled with healthy fruits and vegetables.
They spill out and form an oasis when her door is opened.
She greets me with a pleasing Dinah Shore voice.
Wishes me well, asks about my children, makes me feel special.
I can sit on her rocks and let her waterfall gently flow over my hair.
We commune in silent appreciation, this refrigerator and I.
She holds my secrets inside her soul, revealing them to no one.
We are a terrific team, because we appreciate each other in many ways.
She is empathetic and wonderfully kind. She brings nature into the kitchen.
When I am sad, I open her up and we commiserate together.
She uplifts me and enlightens me. We are pals.
Step Outline- Hiking Trail (A Horror)
Prologue
Ext. Woodland Park, Upstate California- Sunset
It’s mid-autumn, hot. A week before school starts, there’s a family gathering. A young woman is arguing with her father. She’s holding onto her food. Then, she grabs her purse and storms off. Her father calls after her, but she’s heading into the mouth of the woods.
ACT I
Ext. The mouth of the woods- Dusk
She walks along the hiking trail, grumbling about her father. She takes a bite of her hotlink and complains about leaving her beer behind. She isn’t alone.
Int. Feelings
She wants to have one family outing where she doesn’t fight with her dad. It’s the same repeating argument, just a different scene. He always eats away at her good time. Why can’t Dad let me be?
Ext. Right at the throat of the woods- Dusk
She shouts to the listening woods she doesn’t want to return to her father. And the beast that’s stalking her listens.
ACT II
Ext. Swallowed by the woods- Dusk
The beast watches the woman slide down the woodland path. She’s speaking to herself aloud.
Int. Thoughts
Are her troubles so loud that they have to escape her body? If the beast sinks its teeth into her throat, will her words of anguish spill out with her blood? And then she shouts she doesn’t want to return to her father. If she doesn’t have any plans to leave the woods, he should have his fill.
ACT III
Int. Inside the belly- Dark
There are blistering bubbles below her. She lost a shoe and three toes. The walls flex and relax against her crawling hands. She didn’t know someone was tailing her and listening. She was so consumed with her fight with her father that she got devoured by another man.
As the wind flagellates heavily,
I catch the scent of cigarette smoke,
a familiar plunge—
greased lightning before my nostrils,
whirling memories of laughter,
of twilight conversations,
in the heart of old Kazungula.
With a beer in hand,
the world softens,
a passive embrace
wrapped in the night’s gentle arms—
the aroma of hand-rolled cigarettes,
a neighborhood chorus,
whispers of stories,
smoke curling like dreams.
The sun softly petering out,
its golden fingers retreating,
the black sky latches on,
a cloak for the stars,
while I linger on the veranda,
fondling a bottle of antiquated Scottish wine—
complimentary, yes,
but aged like the tales it cradles.
You see, wine improves with age,
yet I find myself improving with each sip,
the world around me blurring,
softening the edges of reality.
And then, as if summoned,
the dewdrops fall,
a disbanded symphony,
hailing from the gods of this land,
I rush to the window,
open it wide,
and let my head spill out into the night.
Oh, it’s glorious!
This moment—
where the wind carries whispers,
the smoke swirls like memories,
and I am caught in the embrace
of a night that wraps around me,
every heartbeat a celebration
of existence,
of solitude shared
with the universe,
and the intoxicating sweetness of life.
Form:
Nick's descent,
his thoughts neutralized
words that spill out, hobbled
nonsensical
dementia stifles all intentions,
reason eroding
wounded bewilderment
sometimes he slips into Greek
his first language that crosses an invisible
border
self propelled
unexpected
a weightless swim through memory's deepest weeds
once was the warm smell of happiness
once he had his footing
a toughness that knew few limits
warrior worthy,
an emblem of defiance
but things creep beyond the fence of normal
he holds his proud visage still
Athenian brow, marbled composition
complex dynamics to fight submission
a gentle dignity
even as the recognizable world moves
like a mudslide
pressing in
Poem written November 21, 2021 (revised Jan. 1st/22)
Contest: This or That Volume 8
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
It was late afternoon on the 27th of June.
I was sitting on my porch, just whistling a tune.
Having just returned from a European tour;
My bride being tired sat in her chair and snored.
I was feeling just a wee bit bored,
So headed to Fred’s for evening chores.
Now we had just finished milking
And I was considering exiting.
When Fred tossed me a broom;
Asking “Would you mind sweeping the milk room.”
I had just finished emptying the dustpan,
Whence entered Fred with two cups in his hand.
I poured out some milk fresh from the tank.
You could see the smile on his face as he drank.
When suddenly Fred reached over giving my arm a yank.
My milk spilled all over the place,
As Fred assumed a sly look on his face.
“Why did you spill milk from your cup?”
“Because you yanked my arm!” I said in a huff.
Fred just shook his head and exclaimed,
“That’s not the reason!” “Let me explain.”
“You spilled milk from your cup,
Because milk is what you chose to fill up your cup.”
“So, it is the same with you as a person.”
“What you choose to fill up with I’m certain,
Will be what spills out when your life is shaken.”
“Of this fact I do not believe I’m mistaken.”
“If you choose spite, envy, and hate;
This is what you will spill forth when life is not great.”
“However, if you fill up with faith, hope, and love;
These will spill out of you, even when life gives you a shove.”
Dawn lights
The way again;
Birds sing
~~~~~~~~~
Joy awakes
A new day;
Adventures await
~~~~~~~~~
A clear mind
Mirrors well;
Peace speaks plain
~~~~~~~~~
Night elopes
Day shines brightly;
Shadows flee
~~~~~~~~~
Paper sheet
Blank muse sits;
Crisp words glide
~~~~~~~~~
Bird duet
Morning offering;
Sacred joy sums
~~~~~~~~~
Words come
Fragments meet;
Poems spill out
~~~~~~~~~
Sit still now
Wait upon words;
Verse patchwork swirl
~~~~~~~~~
Time and space
Potential sleeps;
Dawn hurls mystery
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
06 November 2015
Singapore