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I don't know what I am going to write
But I will write about synapsis
I have no idea what that is
But that is the word that comes to my mind
Do you ever write about something that you don't even know
But just let the Holy Spirit guide you?
I heard about this word when I was in school
It has something to do with mechanism for the genetic crossing over
That is when your gene is multiplied my friend
But what does that had to do with me?
A lot
If it wasn't for that you wouldn't be here
Save the multiplying for God, right?
Does God ever tell you to multiply?
Yeah in Genesis 1:28
"Be fruitful and multiply...."
And in Genesis 26:24
"Fear not, for I am with you and will bless you
and multiply your offspring for my servant Abraham's sake."
So how are you going to multiply if you are a homosexual?
I am not saying that you go and hate all the homosexuals
as God does not indoctrinate hate
God teaches us compassion and understanding
We have to educate them
Not to change their life styles
But to inhabit the earth
with their offsprings
Does God ever call them to do that?
God called everyone
And they are no different
Let's cultivate the earth
"Multiply and be fruitful"
Be a part of someone
Be a part of anyone
That is no
Lol
But just be a part, will ya?
Plucking from the gardens of spring,
Blossoms of each floral offspring;
Threading them into fine bouquet,
Adorning on an empty tray;
On them, I ruminate...
These diverse leaves of the autumn,
I collect from each tree-bottom;
Place in a basket finely-laced,
Like stars, contiguously spaced;
On them, I meditate...
Colorful corals from seashore,
I zealously gather and store;
Within embellished crystal-case,
As though pearls of heavenly grace;
On them, I cogitate...
Assortments of precious gem stones,
Amassing from galaxy zones;
I claw-set into lovely styles,
Like million luminary smiles;
On them, I contemplate...
21 April 2022
A Lollipop Day
A swing stalls mid swings
kicked dirt strewed a ground
a swing seat goes empty
a boy whacks away at clung dirt
~~lawn trails a dusty path,
Blue jeans stand at attention
further treatment closely probed
necessitates a full body turn
involved mother gives a once over
~~okay liberates eagerness,
Parental engagement outlines a day
unnoticed enterprises the mischief
a fresh face glistens on chrome
skewed mouth pose for finger rubs
~~teeth shine on car's trappings,
Innocence mounts the vinyl backseat
a carlock mercilessly rewrites gravity
a body twists and a matchbox car rolls
neath a rear window, movement felt
~~a father's voice sits a boy,
A mother hearkened locks a seatbelt
a town flies pauses, then flies again
a mother leaves a father and the boy
whose eyes are fascinated by spirals
~~a barber's pole swirls,
A squirmish boy enticed to bestilled
snip's squints a boy's mirrored face
as scissors repeatedly being flexed
by a talented barber precise styles
~~a mother's return smiles,
A powdery roughhoused brushing
thoroughly adds a soothing resolve
they wait as a father has his turn
then they leave with shorter hair
~~gust cools heads with ease,
A mother pays as a family leaves
a couple of stops, a few stores later
he now finds himself seated on a swing
a mother directly relieves a barber's gift
~~back-kick swing lifts, lollipop licks.
2020 August 20
Mystery shows
Beauty that styles;
Garden city mists
~~~~~~~~~
Still movements dance
Early morning ritual;
Tai Chi pugilists
~~~~~~~~~
Listen now
Birdsong hymn;
Window serenade
~~~~~~~~~
Morning rain
Water washes clean;
Sun beams warm
~~~~~~~~~
Earthy sounds
Old rubber tree presence;
Song of old times
~~~~~~~~~
Brown squirrel
Curious zigzag runs;
Tree trunk detour
~~~~~~~~~
New cafe corner
Pizza and chicken;
Beer and coffee
~~~~~~~~~
Small boy stares
Old man sighs;
Two different worlds
~~~~~~~~~
Ancient ways
Modern times oppose;
Conflicts ooze
~~~~~~~~~
Sea of faces
Yet one feels alone;
Modern angst
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
04 August 2015
Singapore
Here for a while with sanguine cheer,
Peace spreads a smile as laughter steers.
Here with plain truth as beauty styles,
Light streams fond proof as joy now piles.
Here as grace shows a placid face,
Feel that warm glow in virtual space.
Here where tears cleanse that lovely sight,
Discard vain trends for hidden light.
Here swift and brief with play and plight,
Purge then all grief for lasting light.
Here where time hurls change in sure trace,
Unmask the swirl of noisy space.
Here beyond tense all things can play,
Nothing makes sense in murky sway.
Leon Enriquez
16 December 2015
Singapore
Feel what you feel, feel with your heart;
Indulge your dream, indulge your quest;
Now let love heal, now let joy start;
Discern your scheme, discern your best.
Yes starts the flow, yes styles the show;
Opt faith and hope, opt trust and truth;
Urge primes the glow, urge bids you grow;
Reap and sculpt scope, reap and heed proof.
Wise is the way, wise is the hint;
Apply and be, apply and see;
Yield health each day, yield wealth each mint.
Notice beauty, notice plenty;
Open your eyes, open your mind;
Wise proof bring sighs, wise way feeds find.
Leon Enriquez
11 February 2015
Singapore
SHAPE OF MIND : WATERY
Water existing in three natural forms
shows three different shapes,
as liquid to fit in shape of container.
When water freezes, comes in solid state:
Ice, glacier, iceberg, snow, hails appear in varied configuration.
Water turning vapor escapes in limitless contour.
Mind resembling water exhibits three patterns.
Being affirmative, assertive, gallant, aggressive,
envious or revengeful mind solidifies in stern attitude.
Rigid mind in solid texture showing dynamism,
acts harsh if needed.
When compassionate, kind, jovial or rippling in love,
mind melts drifting in dreamy stream of emotion.
accommodating and welcoming like liquid water flow
Transcending to sensual spiritual mode
mind entwines with soul soaring high
in ecstatic vapour of ethereal glow.
Wonderful water initiating Life.
Marvelous mind controlling life- long journey.
Both run in same three styles flashing human profile.
If not polluted, stands sterile.
06/24/ 21
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 26
Contest by Mark Toney
The lamps inside my home
are quite unique;
Mid-Century Modern-
those styles still speak.
All those remaining now
are deemed antique:
the sixties and
the seventies mystique.
White lucite spun to weave
translucent spheres
that rest on smooth brass stems
with walnut leaves.
Their creative, curvy lines
survived the years
as each collector searches,
finds, and cleaves.
As for the colors-
often bright and stark-
like avocado green
and orange too,
as lights inside the
lucite globes did spark
great interest
as their uniqueness grew.
The sixties and
the seventies mystique;
Mid-Century Modern-
those styles still speak.
All those remaining now
are quite unique.
The lamps inside my home
are deemed antique.
This day in June brings home good cheer:
Highlights attune joy's arc right here.
In just a day, so much reveals:
A certain way flings fond appeal.
Work well wise words that speak profound:
Good news in verbs that forge new grounds.
The plot fits play in curling form:
Thus stage fond say in ambient norms.
The pulse savvy with germ and wit:
Thoughts now break free to score kind hits.
Images free the surge of gain:
Ideas happy with joy's refrain.
So much to live as time sculpts thrill:
Know what to give as focus fills.
The flower blooms to bring forth fruit:
The passage grooms the champagne brut!
Sense a sure wave of kindred feel:
Amass a brave portrait that heals.
So go forth now as blessings sum:
See love endow such grand outcomes.
The journey styles a frame of mind:
Worthwhile the smiles that come in kind.
Leon Enriquez
23 June 2015
Singapore
Once I have been to that city-
the city of ritzy splendor and hoary grandeur,
a gargantuan pile of steel and granite.
It stood an enigma on the banks of Hudson,
lulling the waves to sleep in the garish light of neon bulbs
with an eternal tumult heating up its nerves.
Walking down its streets, eerie scenes scurried past-
men and women- of all climes and continents
all ethnic denominations, all shapes, sizes and colors,
blonds, brunettes, blacks and whites,
tourists and nomads, in flashing styles
outlandish costumes, tonsured, dyed and tattooed,
speaking different dialects, trundling down busy streets
that never go still with sleep and awakening
where each day is an eternity and each night- a New Year’s Eve
a banal hubbub- a hoarse discordant clamor!
Broad roads that stretched endless seemed to lose themselves
like the mazy tangle of complex minds,
and pavements littered with a thousand moving feet.
In this hurricane of faces with fleeting passions
or fixations of their own, what chemistry could I discern?
A zest for life--or its absence? A search for a life lost in living?
a fight for survival or a passive surrender to the inevitable?