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Sometimes my poetry is just a case of words,
and not necessarily my reality;
and that’s what is so beautiful about writing
You can be who you want to be on any level
and tell secrets about fantasies that may never be;
or take trips to other dimensions on mental journeys, or places that some don’t even think exist
They mimic thoughts that manifest themselves as poetry
and rest on pages patiently waiting to adhere
My words are a reflection of my heart
and they reveal the truth behind my mask of fear
they deliver reality doses whether they are just cases,
or me in the absolute right here
My words exude positive intentions;
my imperfections apparent but I accepted rejections
and reversed dejection
and decided to bare all my fantasies, my flaws my very soul
and temptations
Uncertain how voiced verses appeal to outside sources but internally they set me free
They provide a medium of light and creativity
A chance to apply knowledge and a time for reflecting on and making changes in my frequency
My words are attached to my soul and its overwhelming ability to just be
They reflect what I was before
the choices I’ve made and the reasons that this life is perfect
according to divine order
They represent the voices of my ancestors from the beginning of time
because up until now,
the ending wasn’t within reach so I make sure that I
carefully choose the format and the right place and time
to deliver the message that may be blatant or hidden inside –
of the abstract placements of verbs
giving praise to the source of power that calmly submits to the voice
connected to my words
I am the originator of my own words
I hope that you are inspired, or simply entertained
by the process by which I've placed my words
I saw peacock feathers stuck in fences when I was a child.
The farm next to my grandparents raised peacocks.
They were the prettiest colors of purple and gold.
I wanted to run over there and grab some up.
My mother thought it would be rude, so we didn’t.
My grandparents used to go to Mexico every year.
They brought back tiny paintings with black backgrounds.
There were peacocks made from red, blue and yellow feathers.
They were pretty, but did not compare to the real deal.
The real peacocks made the meanest noises.
I was much older when I realized all the colorful ones are male.
The female is plain brown, so she can easily hide with eggs.
How ridiculous! I thought. All of those beauties are males!
How sad for the females. But God has a plan I am sure.
It would not have been my plan, but it seems to work.
I have a fascination for peacocks that borders on ridiculous.
I have peacock curtains, peacock pillows, and I paint peacocks.
Maybe if my mother had let us collect some of those feathers
I could have been normal, but I am obsessive about them.
I adore everything about them – the colorful ones.
Night flings surreal
Erotic splurge;
Sexy contours
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Dreams from afar
Come down to earth;
Mystic magic
~~~~~~~~~
Touch of linen
Soft pillow talk;
Two souls embrace
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Love wears a look
Sublimely profound;
Words fall away
~~~~~~~~~
Two lovers breathe
Splendour speaks;
Masks fall away
~~~~~~~~~
Two bodies merge
Twin flames ascend;
A bond of one
~~~~~~~~~
Who feels the surge
Merge of ecstasy;
Surreal passion
~~~~~~~~~
Glimpse beyond
Common boundaries;
Emerge beyond sense
~~~~~~~~~
Know discrete gap
Sex sublimates;
Deeper mystery
~~~~~~~~~
Cross the unknown
Transfigured now;
Know beyond knowing
~~~~~~~~~
Terra firma here
Bliss of ecstasy;
What else exists?
~~~~~~~~~
God is so wise
To simply fit;
Wisdom knows bliss
~~~~~~~~~
Two separate parts
Join in one flesh;
Yin-Yang and Tao
~~~~~~~~~
To know God
Love your lover;
Accept the gift
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In one sure fling
The moment springs;
Now is forever
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
24 November 2014
Singapore
Few have the courage,
To give trust another go,
In this day and age,
Especially if children are involved
So when someone,
Is the recipient of such a gift,
They must give thanks to the giver,
And make sure they know how big a deal it was to give out their trust,
In this day and age,
When there are a thousand reasons for not doing so,
By being honest at all times,
And cherish both the gift and the giver,
Help lighten their burden when they can,
But give back trust enough,
For them to feel confident within themselves,
By not being seen as one who wants to run their life,
And hope that only good can come out of that,
For the gift giver and the one accepting the gift,
That twenty years from now the gift is in good repair,
With no one is the worse for wear,
That is why this sort of courage is rare,
In this day and age.
For awhile, I felt confident that we had confessed our SINS and made AMENDS, coming so FAR, and even raising the BAR. But sadly now, the deeper I look and the more I DISCERN, the more I see that so much more we have to LEARN. I sense that we have a ways to go to reach that STAR.
Sure, our planet would be a better place if all the world was a STAGE; Where each of us could read our own lines and slowly turn the PAGE; Where no one STOLE and SOLD another's ROLE in an attempt to CONTROL; Where each one sought the other's good, helping them reach their GOAL.
We all lose when we insist on going SOLO and curtailing another's water FLOW. The Lone Ranger needed TONTO, and without each other, we cannot GROW. No one wins when we DEBATE and HATE, disparage our sisters and disrespect our BROTHERS. There are resources enough; the planet is willing and patient enough, if only we would reach out and touch enough and love one ANOTHER.
We all win when we sing our own song at the beat of someone else's DRUM. O God I humbly PRAY TODAY, turn us your WAY; MAY your will be done, and may your kingdom come.
061821PS
JOURNEY
By DR RANJIT DUTTA
The journey of mine, as says
Is from dream to reality
From a time to infinity.
I don't have time as
The restless slaggy afternoon
Walks with me in the same direction.
I do'nt know where it leads?
I've left the glossy golden Sun
on my back
Before a minute ago.
I'm sure he's tired now.
The golden beauty makes him lazy
Before setting.
I never think
He'll lead me now
Over and over again
Spreading his last ray.
we both'll vanish soon
Like a sparkling mirage.
Yes,
We made for each other,
He's my best friend
From my birth to death.
My friend'll come
In the morning again
But not with I.
When we planned our road trip we set up with Budget
that a Toyota Corolla would be waiting for us in Seattle
but after standing in line for 2 hours…I was a little rattled
When Budget ran out of cars and sent me to Avis…at their counter I was told…
“We don’t have your Toyota Corolla…but we can give you a new Kia Soul.”
Our Kia had 6 miles on it when we began our trip…
and as with any relationship we tried to take it slow…
while we navigated the Seattle freeways at night…we told her all the places she would go.
And she was such a good sport…wherever we went she gave it her best .
driving all around Seattle, Olympic national park and through the rains in the Northwest.
She took us all the way to the sun in glacier…she made this trip with ease
She drove right by a grizzly bear on our way to Lake Louise.
Through the dusty plains of Canada she waited patiently as we packed, unpacked and packed
and did not flinch in Montana when a pebble caused her windshield to crack.
We thought about substituting her because of that cracked windshield
but Deborah made the case
that in the 2000 miles we’d already driven….we’d grown accustomed to her face.
Besides, we figured at this point we had nothing to lose and everything to gain….
So on she drove us with her cracked windshield to Canada
then into Vermont, New Hampshire and Maine.
In Maine, like us, she rested for a few days…
and I could fulfill a promise I’m sure she had come to doubt
that I would take the time to clean her…all of her…inside and out.
We got her when she was just a baby
I’m glad we decided to keep her in spite of her little crack…
and when we returned her to Budget in Bangor
she had more 6800 miles on her back.
It’s funny that Corolla we thought we were going to drive…
on this trip never played a part
But we were happy with our substitute…the Kia Soul with heart.
In 48 days she grew a little older, she’s not as aligned as she once was
and she’s developed a few scars everyone can see…
Perhaps that’s why we love her so much…
because she’s a lot like Deborah and me.
You win the prize I think.
I get to be the one to tell her?
That's not fair.
It was not my idea.
I did not even fully buy into it.
Why was it dropped into my lap?
I am wavering already.
Not sure of the plan at all.
Not even MY plan.
Their plan.
And not the best one.
My friend looks at me and I cannot do it.
I would rather complete the task myself than ask her.
I decide to do myself, and pretend I talked her into it.
Another problem solved me, in a deceptive way,
because I would rather do it myself than cause a stir
This had better be the last time they stick me with their plans!
Sometimes having cousins is not fair.
Elevator rides have a special significance
Only four floors but oh what a ride
For the two of us it was a journey to paradise
Pouring out what was locked up inside
Hurried moments till we reached our floor
Added to the thrill of each kiss
Always left with wanting more, more, more
Those stolen moments of bliss
Lived for thirty years deep in my memory
Trumpets of love were a-sounding
An unmatched feeling of wanting so strong
Can still feel my heart a-pounding
We must have been two of the luckiest souls
Fit together like a hand in a glove
Twas the first thing on my mind every morning
This elevator ride of love
Wonder how many if any we fooled each day
None not a single damn soul
We sure didn't care in our own loving world
The greatest tale of love ever told
If I could have picked my mom,
If God had given me the option…
Of another mother,
One who was more important,
More understanding,
Kinder or more available…
I am sure… absolutely certain…
No one on earth
Could have been better
Not one other woman
Could have taught me more,
Reassured my heart,
Helped me to grow
No other mother,
Not a chance… could she have been
More important to my soul,
More understanding of my hopes,
More available or more able to show
My heart all the love that would grow
Into a woman who is absolutely certain…
No one on this earth
Could have been more
Than the mother that God gave me,
The Mom who taught me that love
Is the one thing worth all that I give,
Love is the answer and love is the reason
I will always be sure….
My mom is the gift from above
Who filled my life with a love
That is more wonderful than any other blessing,
More beautiful than any other lesson,
More what I needed than anything else
And I’m surely thankful…
That God gave me this Mother
Who is better than any other mother,
because she is the Mom God created
just for me, the Mom who is the blessing
I will always believe…
Made my life and my heart a better place to be
Oh, I’m so grateful
God made my mom for me!