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Perhaps, it's the holidays,
then again, maybe not.
Perhaps, it's that time of year
when all the world seems racing around,
as if the stores will suddenly
be emptied of their inventory,
as if any other time of year
that could possibly happen.
Warm unsual December creeps in
and lays hidden within the morning fog.
Sipping coffee in a t shirt and jeans
the world is too quiet, too still
as if the universe were anticipating
waiting for something big to happen.
Perhaps, it already has
and we are blindly oblivious
failing to notice or be aware
of when it occured
and are still waiting.
The message is there, unchanged
speaking in the simplest of terms
Love one another
as I have loved you.
I hear it
do you?
“To be abandoned by your own
is the most painful sadness known”
_by Poet
She lives alone, although her son lives there
a floor below- but they are worlds apart.
He comes and goes without a single care;
this sad abandon stabs his mother's heart.
He pays no rent or helps with any chores.
Her food's delivered- ordered on the phone.
She cannot drive or visit any stores.
So with a broken heart, she deals alone.
Three other children live some miles away
and try to visit her throughout the year;
but cannot force their sibling to obey
and help their mother out by force or fear.
Abandoned now at eighty-two years old;
how does a mother deal with such great pain?
To get him out, the family was told,
“You can't expel a son from their domain.”
No course exists to remedy this wrong,
a son who so abandons her this way.
No reasons for his actions came along
for her to live this hell from day to day.
Verse holds secrets here
Watch cheer uproot fear
Lines of words converge
Feel strange thoughts emerge
Reason knows precise
What feelings advise
Stanzas in a gist
Contain more than list
Feel the feeling deep
Watch how touch now peeps
Less is more you see
Feelings surge to be
Word pictures cast spell
Ply heaven and hell
If you must know more
Feel deeply your core
Strange verses now line
Feeling thoughts combine
Feel and feel some more
Curious wonder stores
Watch how poetry sings
Of grand happenings
Leon Enriquez
30 May 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT
The stores are heaving, hear the tills jing-a-ling
Dilatory Charlie hasn’t purchased a thing
He’s on a mission, buying last minute gift
Better get something good or it’ll cause a rift
But it Christmas time, I hear Charlie whine
Shelves are all empty – didn’t get there on time
Can’t get wifey a present, no gift for the tree
It doesn’t bode well for this family!
Charlie goes to the garage to get her some flowers
The bouquet’s half dead it’s been outside for hours
He heads to the pub where he’ll sup lots of beer
and then stumble home full of dread and fear
Cos its Christmas time, I hear Charlie whine
Shelves are all empty – didn’t get there on time
Dead flowers as a present, no gift for the tree
It doesn’t bode well for this family!
HAPPY CHRISTMAS SOUPERS!
25/12/19
12/16/20
Underneath the sun and moon
To whom
It concerns, may this soon
Lead to a future boon
And prosperous bloom
Before doom
And ending up in a tomb
From a comet or sonic boom
As well as toxic fumes
Or an earthquake of high magnitude
Do you
But don't stay to the T.V. glued
Changing perspective and attitude
Causing one to brood
And remain in a state of gloom
Paid my dues
You haven't been in my shoes
I always had nothing to lose
Battled the blues
Drugs and alcohol abused
Often was short-fused
Because I got accused
Too often people will assume
Not giving any breathing or legroom
At times they will be rude
And want to feud
Due to having different opinions and views
Meanwhile others wanted to use
And leave a bruise
I was not at all amused
The impact was minor not huge
From the table you can be excused
Thought it was smooth
But it was so far from a power move
Celebrate with a barbeque
Or pay tribute with a tattoo
Following or going against taboo
Near and far from Bamboo
As well as stores stocked with Shampoo
Always did what I had to
No matter the snafu
Or if it went askew
Was able to outlast through
Any bad news
Always judging a book like a damn foo
Therefore, I quickly passed you
From here to beyond Katmandu
Views on life are highly slanted
When you take it all for granted
Thinking that material things
And the happiness they bring
Is the only way to be
Fulfilled, glad and oh so happy
But you need to change your ways
Every hour of each day
Is already passing by
You should look around and try
No notice things can be nicer
If you were a little wiser
With the attitude and notions
You don't need the tender motion
Of something real and true
Wood, steel, fabric and glue
Make things that;s sold in stores
Decorating walls and floors
But what is the purpose of
Nice things with no one to love
Blankets keep you cozy warm
But can't hold you in a storm
Wrapping arms tightly around
Cheering you up when your down
Music coming from big speakers
A love tune that always seeks her
Heart for singing a duet
But your are dense and clueless
Pictures hanging big and tall
Covering each room of walls
But their fake inside a seal
No lovers face that's true and real
Think about what I am saying
Soon you'll be happily laying
Next to someone alive in 3D
Loving and caring she'll be
May 14 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Job 23-26
Key Verse – Job 23:16 For God maketh my heart soft...
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY HEART CHECKER
Lord God, You are my heart Checker
against bitter murmuring and groaning
Thank You for instructing me while leading me from declining
Surely answering my arguments with Your divine reasoning…
Please deal with me and my disputations that need truth-leaning.
Lord God, You are my heart Checker
against vain longing and desiring
Thank You for covering me darkness of terrified fearing
Surely disciplining my carnality of worldly preferring…
Please soften me from hardship, persecution, suffering.
Lord God, You are my heart Checker
against discontentment’s raging and surging
Thank You for letting me abide in Your will of revival charging
Surely enlightening my motives around Your freedom’s caging…
Please protect me against unbelief by deceit-discharging.
Lord God, You are my heart Checker
against threats of crisis emerging and rising
Thank You for bringing me toward Your stores of blessing
Surely feeding my soul with Your bounty’s pressing…
Please provide me as I share without hypocrisy’s cursing.
Lord God, You are my heart Checker
against attacks of pride dominating and exalting
Thank You for esteeming me despite my worm-stature that’s wasting
Surely purifying my thoughts from vain boasting…
Please remind me of Your love with Your redemption-granting.
Lord God, You are my heart Checker
against helpless fretting and worrying
Thank You for helping me overcome struggles of futile wearying
Surely counselling my mind from faith-swaying…
Please develop me toward Christlikeness while in You I’m staying.
Lord God, You are my heart Checker
against wrong choice of treading
Thank You for instilling in me Your precepts for gracious guiding
Surely enclosing my health with Your welfare-guarding…
Please settle me in partnership of stewardship’s upholding.
May 14, 2023
Each drawer that I fill,
stores something past
The future spread out
on the bed
As each one closes,
its memories sleep safe
My dreams quilted,
and looking ahead
Thoughts layered inside,
piled neatly and stacked
In silence,
their stories unfold
Each drawer front embossed,
with a message they share
“Open Only If Naked And Cold”
The dresser sits quiet,
its handles untouched
As new history begins
to rewrite
And construction resumes,
with the words piled high
To store wings that have yet
to take flight
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
Walking down streets paved in blue-tinted bricks,
Past shuttered-up shops and rust-covered picks.
Mums push their prams, faces heavy with doubt,
Eyes on the pavement, just trying to tough it out.
Charity stores sell the rich people's wares—
Cast-offs in corners, dreams sold in pairs.
Old factories smashed, turned to homes overnight,
Yet asbestos still whispers its long toxic bite.
Fathers now gone, lost to cancers and means,
Their stories forgotten in capitalist schemes.
Schools overflowing with tongues from afar,
Kids dreaming in dialects under the same star.
The great British dream lies torn up in tatters,
Drowned in false promises spilling from chatters.
By ministers blind to the mess that they’ve spun,
Still chasing their “progress” while we come undone.
I begin the day buying yogurt in a small
favorite grocery store. The clerk
a man of few pretenses was making jokes
about his wife, how they fight in bed.
Discovering the better stores in the community.
In a given day, isolated from friends,
I speak to few people. An old woman
asks me for directions to the post office
or I speak to a stranger over the phone about night work.
At home my every thought comes to the counterpoint of a dream:
a girl I love surprises me by knocking on the window.
I ply my arts all day alone.
After this silence like being hidden away in the woods
in a cabin, bored
but owing no member of society an explanation,
invitation to a party. A flow of wine and devilish drugs
and quickly I am making a fool of myself.
My new friends like me
but when they think about me at all,
they wonder.
Wandering home
through the midnight air, alone again,
free, admiring
the ghostly houses of my new neighbors
by new moonlight.