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This is my rhyme, this is my voice:
Right feelings spur, right thinking raise;
In space and time, in proof and poise;
Blossoms occur, blessings appraise;
Urgent needs hurl, urgent wants pour;
Trust you concurred, trust you embraced;
Endowed our world, endowed our doors!
Faith in our land, faith in our soul;
Obsessed our trends, obsessed our bowl;
Rich action plans, rich fertile whole.
Our leader bold, our leader wise;
Used words to hold, used means to rise;
Ripe message told, ripe rewards prized.
History states, history styles:
Etch sure accord, etch clear story;
Lovely our fate, lively our smiles;
Move fine record, move grand beauty;
Such is your way, such is your grace;
Mindset set tough, mindset set brave;
Asked voters' sway, asked with straight face;
New team smoothes rough, new dawn to pave.
We follow truth, we favour trust;
Echoes of proof, echoes that last.
Profound strong mind, profound stern heart:
Respect you earn, respect you trade;
Ample you find, ample you start;
Insights we yearn, insights you made;
See our fond smiles, see our fine briefs:
Enriched lifestyles, enriched beliefs.
Leon Enriquez
18 Feb 2014
Singapore
My brain spots are pastel dots
that always fight with my stripes
over who is left and who styles right.
It’s bad enough that my stripes
also argue with each other,
not over their primary color,
but vertical décor versus horizontal.
My brain top is invisible,
not even shadows of minimal.
Brain designers concur it is not fixable.
In the back, well-stashed,
is a golden memory cache
guarded by a spot named Brat.
Small Brat drags a key most tall
and selfishly guards my recall.
Floating, flying, gliding free
is a silver-toned, sprite fairy
who sparkles imagination in me.
Fairy will not argue, just avoid,
my fuzzy brain, logic droid
who climbs over my stripes
and around all my brain dots
attempting to fill and deploy
smarts into all my brain voids.
why do we not hate our self more
a nudge of a beaker taken out of the fridge
its a big red button
we call it switch
Styles with a twit
ch
here before and still to follow
my train - of-thinks
all us trying to be someone else
i'm just trying not to be me
join the chorus
Putin has
only got one
bawl and cry
for your imaginary
friend
grab your money tight
it will burn quicker
in the suns might
every billion
could be split
a million ways
children dying everywhere
anywhere is too close
Politicians dancing while its people die
some starting fights
with their brothers
and don't get me started
my arm still hurts from disinfectant shot
Aliens are checking to see if we have died yet
Anywhys i waz talking about apathy
so i think i will suddenly sto
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or your humanity
i'm just trying to get away
The Apocalypse is done
just stand outside
in the forever
nearing sun
To the readers
A poet may be somebody else
Not necessarily himself
He may have a multiple personality
Ever-changing
He is a beggar
Begging for attention
He is a philosopher
Talking of something abstract
He is a slave
Following his own conscience
He is a mad man
Yelling at strangers
He is a messenger of love
Having too much to care
He is a lover of nature
Trying so hard to reveal the secrets
Simetimes he is a loser
Having only a few people
Acknowledge him
At the end of the gamble
Whether joy or sadness
A poet continues his styles of living
With confidence
As in the name of truth and justice
As in the name of God
POETRY POUR
Tangled and tailored mind mines
yielding schemes of lyrics chants.
Epic cadence aide memoires
as fragments inked to stelaes
beginning poetry birth..
Canons animated germs
sprouting better verse meiosis.
Struggles ravel block strong concepts
among rituals to bonny
fountain penned poems.
Tragedy and comedy paint
drama portraits. Infused too
are muses displaying unique styles.
Variance spells beauty and magic
Freedom of speech spread in cruise.
Now... Anything experience
by the senses may cradle
lashing wreathes of new verses
Awaiting! Just awaiting
to be written and told.
A pen and paper at hand
or ipad to scribble words.
Conceiving poetry
to be labored on and on.
Beholding and moving man!
Author one, two, three and more.
Don't hold back! let it go!
Capture this one through...
Make it happen! Let it flow!
A RAINING POETRY POUR!
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10: 24pm
September 19, 2014
SARTORIAL
I went through my clothes the other day
Yes, some are well-worn, others quite new
They represent styles from both extremes
Living, or once lived, a varied life it seems
Can one assume identity from such a view
Maybe clothing choices have much to say
Formal suits on hangers in protective covers
The smarter are even in the tuxedo fashion
One even with a strictly grey striped trouser
White shirts, a formality unlikely to arouse her
But the wing collars may suggest little passion
As stiff necks are quite rare between lovers
A few checked shirts, almost lumberjack style
With a couple of casual jackets, almost sporty
Several predictable business suits, of course
Useful for financial meetings at the Bourse
Almost a City uniform after the age of forty
Occasionally may even raise an ironic smile
Then there are several Caribbean floral shirts
And various T-shirts with a holiday destination
An old style raincoat bought many decades ago
It might still look good and fit me, you know
A college striped scarf reminiscent of graduation
The memory of those younger days still hurts
There’s a woollen jumper and a hooded anorak
Chinos and a pair of jeans that I’ve never worn
Knee rips and faded denim was never for me
With all those echoes of nineteen seventy three
I wish my current extra pounds were still brawn
But then clothes can bring all the memories back
The heart writes:
Watch words cite
In plain sight
A new light.
The pen curls:
Watch mind hurl
Wit on page
To fit rage.
The touch burns:
As thought churns
A fine flow
That now shows.
The taste feels:
Pulse that heals
Surge of pain
As words gain.
Calm truth tills:
As time spills
Rhymes that sketch
Moves that match.
Wise ways know:
What signs show
Touch that grips
As heart skips.
Write more writes:
Rhymes on-site
To cast light
On love right.
Words stain page:
Ink strokes sage
As craft styles
Rhymes poise piles.
Works in rhymes:
Seeds new chimes
In crisp art
From deep heart.
Words in blend:
Round odd bends
Tell of rhymes
That take time.
Leon Enriquez
31 July 2018
Singapore
(Dedication: This is for
my sister-in-law, Adeline
on your birthday. Cheers!)
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Learn to style fest in hair affair,
Exploit the waves and curls laid bare.
Charm follows zest with festive flair,
Urge fashions brave, warm stylish fare;
Trust in the way dye colours tease,
Treat hairdo norms with style and perm;
Impress hair play with strands that please,
Note and transform bright visual terms;
Groom vivid tints in vibrant styles.
Prompt happy choice to please your fit,
Lovely hair mints as joy primes smiles;
Allow fond voice in salon wit,
Claim beauty here: cut, blow and dry,
Explore good cheer with hairstyle highs!
Leon Enriquez
15 May 2015
Singapore
Bamboo vines swaying
Sunlit hours casting shadows;
Darkness swallows light
~~~~~~~~~
Eyelids fluttering
Fatigue closes window blinds;
Dreamy landscapes call
~~~~~~~~~
Haiku moment blooms
One transcendental fragment;
Frozen time reveals
~~~~~~~~~
Raindrops streaking lines
Lightning camera flashing;
Still life photo shot
~~~~~~~~~
Marathon runner
Forty-two kilometres;
Adrenaline rush
~~~~~~~~~
Fruit shop vendor styles
Pink watermelon smiles curl;
Ear to ear aglow
~~~~~~~~~
Old granddad neighbour
Knee surgery aftermath;
Pain loiters limping
~~~~~~~~~~
Starbucks coffee brew
Caffeine fix for blurry eyes;
Workday exfoliates
~~~~~~~~~~
Dangerous curves tempt
Fast and furious viral catch;
Insidious intent
~~~~~~~~~
Fickle fancy flings
Picture stakes a thousand words;
No birds sing today
~~~~~~~~~
Glimpse of beauty bright
Shadows evaporate fast;
Promise of new day
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
30 April 2015
Singapore
Love knows the way to meet each day,
See rainbows rays where joy greets play.
Watch for the light that brings sure sight,
Sense wings of flight that moves pulse right.
Look to fond flow to help you grow,
Cheer comes to show love's vital glow.
Be simply still to know sure will,
Love ever fills each breath you feel.
Know then a choice that flavours poise,
Peace needs no noise to echo voice.
Let your soul speak as fancy peaks,
That which you seek styles in sure peek.
Blessings live clear with fragrant cheer,
Love ever steers you now and here.
Leon Enriquez
13 February 2017
Singapore