Long Sublimate Poems

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I murmur like a rivulet through the 
hitch of your hands, where the canyons 
carve their parched longing into your fingers—
where silences sublimate like cera,
pooling beneath your glissando touch.

Your tremolo breath convulses rough and low
like sibilant submersion in water—
spilling, sinking, staining everything it meets.
I watch the estuary of your gaze split my horizon—
watch you hush abysmal eyes into 
celestially arched surrender.

There is no stillness between starlight, 
only the pull of mighty magnitudes,
fuses lit beneath the ribs,
pulses and throbs teaching the air 
how to cleave—how to… 
sforzando!

Love, here, is neither reserved nor reticent—
it is lightning bottled in glass—
hellfire burning beneath the tide—
language that deconstructs 
even as it is uttered.

I step forward—some faltering cadence,
some submitting ascension—placing my hands into your fire,
not to be consumed, but to remember 
how stars revel and rain.

© Laura Breidenthal  

When I see things
Do I know what I see?
When thought hurls fling
Do I feel free?


Seeing not knowing,
Looking not seeing;
Do I look to see?
Do I  see to be?


Looking not knowing,
Seeing not looking;
Do I see to look?
Where's my look book?


I read more books,
Do I change looks?
Knowing not feeling,
Thinking not knowing.


I question questions,
I ignite tension;
Mad loose cannon,
Blind in a canyon!


I take a peek,
I con and cheat;
I sneak and seek,
I choke defeat.


Curious I look,
Curious I see;
Discard vain books,
Now learn to be.


Curiosity kills,
Vanity styles;
Swallow some pills,
Watch cynic smile.


Weird this madman,
Wild as a fire;
Crazy poet tends,
Fancy words sire.


I say something
Because I create;
Wordplay I fling,
Watch soul sublimate.


Day after day,
I write my lines;
And if I may,
Make beauty mine.


Leon Enriquez
14 Mar 2014
Singapore

© Leon Enriquez  

Debates and discourses galore
Trees and rivers are worried
Cruelty and hounding are torrid
A raped morning in the shore

Kindness smiles in the water
It fondles the skin still tender
Flying sands drop by to kiss it
Restive waves come on hissing

Intellectuals in the seminar
Shopping at fifty percent
Online bonanza for women
Pious hopes in the twitters
Success is celebrated globally
Molested school girls scoff at

Flesh is what the quest goes for
Pearls of friendship is a far cry
Sharks of powers and muscles
Untamed high-rise castles

Can’t we have joint umbrellas?
To share a grief or golf stick
Sublimate our glare of control
And avoid hundreds of shipwreck? 

Discrimination will go away one day 
We will need centuries to that end
Life will be the same celebration
For men and women together
_____________________________

© Probir Gupta  

We cannot transcend time,
Nor can we outrun the blinding light of that hour.

Yet,

We swallow that very light,
And holding it to our chests, we sublimate it
At the speed of light.

"Good night, our baby."

In the middle of the mess we just made,
In that ditch of ruin and annihilation,
When I look into your eyes,
You are already looking into mine,
At the speed of light—

"Meow."

A quiet apology already seeps into your pupils.

Very well, I absolve you of your sins!
Who am I, anyway?
Just a being who cleans up your every single day.

And should we face that ruinous moment again tomorrow,
I shall gladly catch your mess with my own two hands!

© Jang Hyun Kim  

Studious at the desk, disinclination to speak,
Solid state of matter, I find impossible to pique,
Engrossed in esoteric lingo, but all in his mind,
Nonsensical gibberish, of language undefined,
 
Attempting to engage, shows no interest in me,
This room is totally empty, so far as he can see,
Abstract images, behind eyes bereft of stares,
I flick a torchlight, responsive stimuli are there,

Capturing attention, through cognition of light,
A brief interaction, however tenuous but slight,
I shake a box of marbles, tiny smile on his face,
Guess how many, he just scribbles a number 8,

Would you like to see, count them out together,
Turns and walks away, mumbling ever forever ??
I shake the box again, you like one more guess,
He rocks back and forth, showing signs of duress,

That’s enough for today, heading towards a door,
I hear the marbles, crashing down upon the floor,
He starts to pick them up, handing them to me,
But on closer inspection, there imitation galaxies,

Why thank you I say, universe is back in the box,
Fluently he replies, they are life’s building blocks,
Now I’m lost for words, powerless to interrelate,
Goddamn! that 8 was sideways, it’s a lemniscate. 

Solid states of matter, every so often sublimate!

By
David Kavanagh

© David Kavanagh   

Elegant poise
Fashion styles ideas;
Curious clutter


Ride the wind
Watch passion swirl;
Live wit and pun


Love on the run
Words come to play;
Wounded and wounding


Casual acquaintance
Each a stranger then;
Now poles apart


A sojourn here
Briefly with grief;
Sublimate into light


Hear the soft hint
In misty rain;
A voice speaks


Weather forecast
Cloudy and rainy;
Sun decides otherwise


Calm day here
Nothing to play-say;
Words on vacation


Someone told me
Write only one haiku:
Make it the best


I said to someone
I follow my voice;
Why be stingy?


Haiku or senryu wordplay
Or free verse I cite;
Experience exults


In one quick stride
Words play a pun;
Write for the long run


No matter how
I write for me:
Keep my sanity!


And if you come
To read my verse;
Let joy delight


My time is brief
My words urgent;
Tomorrow may not come


To you my friend
I cite the best;
Now go write your own


Here with my verse
Life I observe;
Rhymes taut and terse


Here on this site
I've learnt a lot;
Hurl wordplay fond


Thank You each soul
Who took the time
To read my verse



Leon Enriquez
18 August 2014
Singapore

© Leon Enriquez  

Journey Journal Page
POETRY


“Poetry is the language of 
the soul — where deep emotions 
cluster thought and feeling in
a poignant outburst of fond 
rapture — and thus, words 
sublimate in sacred ecstasy
as the vivid imagination conjures
the art of verse craft.” 
                           — Leon Enriquez
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Poise in crisp voice
Opt words that spill
Etch in strange choice
Touch that now thrills
Rich beyond noise
Yield deep thought fill

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Pulse of feeling
Or thought design
Each word tilting
Till dance assigns
Ripe touch being
Yes curt align

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Pace thus word thought
Old as dream sleep
End abrupt lot
Touch ever deep
Race forfeits plot
Yet soul mind peeps

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Pure as touch knows
Of such dream shores
Each line now shows
Taste declares more
Reach grips swift flow
Yore within yore

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Prime in life’s maze
Opt feisty feel
Each word piques haze
Taste brief goodwill
Rouse heart’s pure craze
Yield succinct still

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Primal poise plots
Orbs of wave streams
Etch subtle slot
Toil harvests dream
Reap fragrant lot
Yore in rhyme scheme

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Pique profound poise
Opt outcome ode
Exult word choice
Thought symbols code
Raw feel strings voice
Your lyric mode

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Leon Enriquez
05 October 2021
Singapore


(Postscript: 
Read my Story #905:
“POETRY” for more inputs.)

© Leon Enriquez  

Odd roadside stall
Newsy newsprint;
Brisk disaster sells

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Hardware insights
Self-Help projects;
Crafty poise

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Evening dark
Deserted park;
Empty ark

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Primal pose
Playground excursions;
Kiddy laughter

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Traffic accident
Human error hurls;
Proud regrets shout

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Brisk brush strokes
Calligraphy moves;
Artwork erupts

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Old miniature book
Tells another story;
Beyond print run

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Another tale
Tells on you;
Business acumen

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Line by line
Echoes rhyme;
Poetic impulse

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Joy seeps
Charm knows;
Sublime moments

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Grass verge array
Unnoticed flowers;
Grace attends

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Morning Glory
Floral vines creep;
Warm sunshine styles

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Old memories haunt
Stagnant corridors;
Sepia escapade

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Talk of town
Rumours sublimate;
Non solid state

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Little boy here
Don't ever grow up;
Helpless strains smear

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Passing clouds
Fluffy dreams float;
Cotton candy

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Precious Moments
Cute figurines sculpt;
Strokes heart health

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Morning espresso
Caffeine intervenes;
Sleepy eyes droop

~~~~~~~~~




Leon Enriquez
02 June 2016
Singapore

© Leon Enriquez  

Before you turn those sacred pages,
And corner me to a sinner's numbness,
And strike the balances as raged sages,
Remember I have touched holiness.
Before you strike similes with a smile,
And make prayers as heavy perfumed incense,
And speak of heavens - me, you don't beguile,
Remember my spirit can discern pretense.
Before you speak of gods and goddesses,
And talk of the only One, High and Mighty,
Then why each belief has created wars and curses,
Remember until now, I see only religiosity.
Before you spew fire and brimstone,
And sublimate things that none have seen,
Drag me not into quagmires - for I know a cornerstone,
That treated a harlot like a queen.
Before you point fingers and whip tongue-slander,
And to the poor, you look down and frown,
And speak of blessings and fortune's favor,
Remember hunger blesses and sleep is a crown.
Before you equate prosperity with sanctity,
"On these fleeting faces, oh what a disgrace!",
The eye of the needle permits sacrosanctity,
Remember the flower vanishes without a trace.
Before boast becomes a subject of privilege,
And places of worship become a high lifted banner,
As the knee bends and hands fold, forgo deep sacrilege,
Remember honied duplicity is for the fire.

© Joshua Ryngksai  

my head touches the pillow
as gentle rain lulls me 
and i just want to   s
                             i
                             n
                              k

into the sheets,
fold into myself,
….be forgotten,

immerse myself with the raindrops
and blend in—
    washed out,
washed away,
 
be a mere globule
in those floodwaters

and once it recedes,

let me be

--bleached
by 
sunlight

scrub     a w a y 
my darkness,

let that vast spectrum of light
assault it

let those rays
shine
No.
make that, glare--
into my outer and inner beings,
highlighting each of my flaws—


(--can’t you see?—
--tell me,
is it not amidst sunlight
that you see
all those dust particles
floating about?

air may seem invisible, 
  but it's not invincible

think. Again.

--those countless, innumerable
nano flaws)

let those rays
burn through me,
forcing melanocytes
to aggregate
into multiple nevi

--flaws manifested—

then after the Sun
has done its part,

allow pieces of me

to evaporate,
to condense,
to sublimate,,,,

I ramble,  on
    and on                 ...,and on
droning, groaning
like the hardened ground,
as, it’s, pierced, by, rain daggers, 

(but unlike it,
the petrichor 
that I release

fails
to 
invigorate me

--the reason
behind this

escapes me)

Drench,,,,, everything!!!!!!! 
!!!!! unleash,,,,, ravage !!!!!
     then 
  devastate!!!!!


simply: 

R e l. e a s e

               
all that chaos
within


then after all that,
revel in the silence

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and so 
I simply lie
down
on my pondering senti.mental stool-
the overthinker, the wandering fool



Cut through me, Rain, 
--be my salve

Burn deep inside me, Sunlight,
--then heal my tatteredness






--------rain and sunlight: lingering thoughts of a loopy, sighing, mind-----

© Kabuteng P.Ink K.