Long Succinct Poems

"Blue Sky, Why?"

stories speak to us.
inside our heart 
is crying.

Blue Sky, Why?

why do children
holding sunflowers
watch their parents die

why do sweet children,
now war torn, 
some the battle's orphans,
daily lose their lives

lying in their sick beds
bombed in...

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Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost...

~ May fourth, 2005
wedded bliss nearly fifty years
half a century almost
me not most favorite grown offspring,
she (when alive) did boast,
about youngest sister and her family,
unlike me – severely...

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The Picture of Dorian Gray: Paint Me As An Event
The Picture of Dorian Gray, a decent fanciful novel by Irish writer Oscar Wilde, published in 1890. The novel, the only one written by Wilde, had...

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Precedent setting the stage for kerning and tracking piqued my interest

Just before logging off for the day,
and ready to boogie out of the joint
an email landed squarely in my inbox
cordially inviting me 
into the management...

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Where was I on "Bull" Conner's day,
When the world saw white-hate on display?
Attack dogs, hoses, and lawmen's feet,
Blacks felled like timber on a southern street.
As fists and batons flayed the air,
Hate left the wounded laying...

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      In the purple shadows of the black's monoliths, where an ancient echo calls forth, at the blurry forge of "Ralkon Dis",
a salient dragon from mystery's petra cliffs drifts you...

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“I am not the body, nor is the body my possession— 
I am Awareness itself.”

One who realizes this for certain
has no memory of things done or left undone.
There is only the Absolute.”


We now enter still...

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Collecting words has
resulted into a lifetime of gathering.
now I am choosing which
words to send you;
I send you choice words on special days,
and specific words on chosen days.
I share words that are specific to
‘’The cause’ ’or...

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beyond our time and place a clumsy confusion of Primordials dwell
  they play with notions, forming bubbles in child-like wonder
  they meld and morph, shaping membranes which burst asunder
  falling under the...

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Can't decide if there's anything ever  worth sayin'
Done a lot in 23 years but feel like I've done nothin'
Opportunity cost, I hear the clock tickin'
Killin' time in Vietnam people watchin'
Seeing the way these ppl...

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The Intricate Mysteries of Being

An albatross flying across the Antarctic
A telescope monitoring the intergalactic 
A horoscope sharing interplanetary 
plastic
Let’s elope while we still think each other is fantastic 

A quiet analysis of all that you...

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Wordplay Beats Ban Adverse

In 2184 the thought-police declared war
On embellishment, feeling and emotion in literature and articles in any form.
Succinct 'plain English' was the name of their game.
Google's Knowledge Graph spewed out the answers to...

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The most awaited result got announced, but 
Internet hadn't landed the soil of my country then.
Televisions were tabled in few pocketed places,
Still they worked, minute and achromatic.

With huge audience circled, signal was word alien,
Viewers would...

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Remember when that flash of insight
last self-ignited in your expectant thoughts
blasting away the fog of uncertainty, complexity and doubt.
A sudden aha Eureka answer, pure, simple, so succinct, beautiful.
To some this flash of aha is called...

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The most awaited result got publicized, but
Internet hadn't landed the soil of my country.
Televisions were tabled in few pocketed places,
Still they worked, minute and achromatic.

With huge audience circling, signal was word alien,
Viewers would holler in...

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Spelling, syllable count, vanity, too simple, Simon! Be prolific, cruel, smart, up to par, above the bar, fit for the stage. Tap, tap, tap…
—by poet

The Prismatic Self

See the wooden stage, markers for my feet, bright...

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We are primates, one and all
And our heritage is not from the fall.
The primate group is where we’re from
And no matter how far we’ve come
We owe our past through ties of time
And that’s the purpose...

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Stillness feels deep here in these halls;
Silent vistas offer relief;
Death brings sure sleep at curtain call;
Cold agendas in grief's sad brief.

Long passageways and rows and rows;
Lonely sailings to unknown shores;
The dead don't say what yonder...

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Listen! Here come the horses,
War machines, a myriad of forces!

'Whitewash', the white horse, is first,
Those deceptive words rehearsed.
Peace as a pretense to conquer,
Glossy until he grows stronger.

'Butcher', the red horse, unleashed,
Civil unrest and sword unsheathed.
Laying...

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I’m not sure what’s happening in this country…sometimes I think it’s being overrun by fools…in some states they’re banning books…in my state, Florida, they’re banning talking about gender and sexuality in schools.

While closing up the...

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At Once Into Blind Empty Space, At Once Into Her Arms



How can it be
Something so unwittingly described
Can break me
Remake me
Turn me to the sorriest of fates
And still fill my heart
With this happiness of late

How can...

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This poetic attempt an abbreviation
how biological insemination
(minus in vitro fertilization)
seeds latent Homo sapiens reproduction
possibly since moment of conception,
whereby inchoate progeny

impossible to sustain
fantastic, holistic, terrific... weatherization
against prejudicial germs
that elude uterine infiltration
entering womb thru fallopian tube,
or courtesy...

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Journey Journal Page
MY VALENTINE
(For my darling Ann)
By Leon Enriquez


Valentine’s Day brings a fond trace
A certain way your soul binds grace


In your deep eyes my darling dear
A pulse, a sigh frames love right here

~~~~~~~~~


Poise in pure...

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Once upon a stranger
A girl A well intentioned woman
With open and adorned soul
Askance behind silvered eyes and sighs,

Revealing her concealed seraphic smiles
In an unending sequence.
Yielded in gleams in day dreams,
With folklores and odes chronicling her...

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“I am not the body, nor is the body my possession— 
I am Awareness itself.”

One who realizes this for certain
has no memory of things done or left undone.
There is only the Absolute.”


We now enter still...

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