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Woke up this morn with sunbeams on the wall
and smiled to see no rain was on the way!
From opened window, heard a Robin call-
and knew a perfect day was on display.
And, then at once, my mind did turn away
to realize agendaless I was!
Exuberance took over in applause!
Today, I'll walk the countryside in bliss
enjoying nature sans my workday laws-
and stresses from to-do lists- will not miss!
A leisure shower- then my coffee done,
the nearby bubbling stream now beckons me.
I watch the ripples glowing in the sun
cascading over rocks- a splashing spree!
Then, in the distance sunflowers, I see-
their golden faces swaying in the breeze,
along with dancing reeds of willow trees.
Exuberant, I join in nature's dance!
Agendaless, this day is sure to please-
enjoying this uplifting happenstance!
November 5, 2021
Premiere Contest: Agendaless Exuberance
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Syllables- PS Syllable Counter
Rhymes- RhymeZone
On a cold night when the starlight
whispered into the ears of the alluring
hanging oranges looking for the
pulsating pores of purple passion
in the light and dark of moonlight
In that biting cold all of a sudden
the moment you grabbed my flowers
An explosion, a saffron explosion
took place at the top of the tree
busy with the silvery whispers
The boats started swaying in lakes
In the light and dark of moonlight
Sometimes you have to take tea
Sometimes you have to offer it
My cup tonight is brimming
I called you to share a little
To float with the blue waves of
shared ripened grapes
of swollen sorrows and velvet drops
of joy, come, the moon will not wait
My bare feet in the cold
Did look for stockings
It came almost on the platter
In the forest tent
I stretched out my hands
Hungry clouds clasped them
The heels of the hands on the
small Indian drums called tabla
The fingers talking with the strokes
Flutes in disquiet crescendo
Pieces of the midnight into veins
The audience comprising stars
from the sky and waves from the seas
The boats now floated on hills
When I woke up in the morning
A Babylonian sparrow greeted
me, and asked
How was your midnight song
The flower was still asleep
Pink and grey walls rise like castle parapets
Reflecting the sunrise in golden hues
I ride along the canyon to the sound of leather
Creaking softly in the tranquil mountain air
Sweat and horse, with layers of dust
Well worn jeans against a speckled hide
Gently swaying in a unified rhythm
Languidly haze swirling about our feet
Around the bend we startle snow geese
Flocks floating, rising, settling serenely
Angling, landings against the lapping waters
Black tipped wings against wintry white
Sandhill cranes foraging for cutthroat trout
Reflecting blue beside the meandering creek
Majestically standing, patiently waiting
Blue dragon flies dancing within their reach
Off the beaten path we wander
Past yucca swaying in the breeze
O’er grama blue as sky beneath us
Cushioned carpet of pine and peat
Rock squirrels scurry across a Douglas fir
Scolding woodpeckers on a burnt oak tree
The chorus is merged by the hoot of an owl
And the clip clop against rocks as we proceed
Canopies of piñon line the trail
Mixtures of conifer shade the landscape
Grey blue greens with clusters of sienna
Cathedral spiritual within an ageless solitude
“Autumn leaves don’t fall; they fly. They take their time and wander on this, their only chance to soar.” ~ Delia Owens
When I was born, I clung to my mother,
A little light green being,
God made me so unlike any other,
I flap flutter unmoving,
Thousands of my brothers and sisters live
With me and my mom, all green,
Dancing and swaying with the breeze active,
We rustle, bustle umpteen,
During Autumn, my colour becomes red,
And I know my end is near,
Away from mom's clasp, I will soon be dead,
There's only one thing to cheer,
Now I can go where the wind wishes me,
I will try out my new wings,
All my life passed by, content on a tree,
Now I can explore few things,
Happy, I soar, away from my mom's shade,
Journeying on a new quest,
Fly and glide over the grass and the glade,
Floating, I find final rest.
2nd January 2023
Fine Lines
Love-Hate
Good-Bad
Right-Wrong
Smart-Dumb
Fast-Slow
Short-Tall
Rich-Poor
Evil-Angelic
Pleasure-Pain
Lose-Win
Peace-War
Life-Death
Big-Small
Happy-Sad
Innocent-Guilt
Healthy-Emaciated
Insane-Sane
Homosexual-Heterosexual
Empty-Full
Honest-Lie
Clean-dirty
Democracy-Anarchy
Warmhearted-Coldhearted
The list could go on and on.
What you think, What you say, What you do.
All these should start within you.
Such thin lines we all have.
We walk a thin line most all of our lives.
Swaying like windswept trees until the winds subside.
A whoosh of wind could change the fine lines.
A change in thought could change our lines.
Who defines where our lines are?
Does it come from deep within?
Does society move our lines for us?
Do these different things decide our lines?
Does our age, race, ethnicity, gender, social rank, past experiences,
religion, decide our lines?
Do you want to move your lines, but are afraid what people may think or say?
Why is my line here and others there?
What happens if you cross the line?
What happens when you draw the line?
Why are there lines?
Blinded by lines.
Form:
Grass verge
Blooms swaying
Breezy sparkles;
A wandering stray dog
I see
Moments
Smiles punctuate
This waiting game;
Sudden monsoon downpour
Stranded
Bus stop
Long wait here
Dehydration;
Fondle mobile device
Self-talk
Old place
Nicole Green
Freehold condo;
Once upon a time there
We stayed
Flowers
Plumeria
Red and yellow;
Pathway for a warm stroll
So nice
Darling
There you go
Waltzing my heart;
Purpose, puzzle, passion --
That's love
Dawn light
Sparrow song
On window ledge;
Morning thanksgiving hymn
Of praise
Start here
Toil and work
Cramp To Do Lists;
Schedule endless meetings
New day
Meal time
Well-earned break
Gulp food and drink;
So many things to do
So how?
Big crowd
Gathering
Now at our house;
Noisy get-to-gather
Beer fest
Story?
Tell me now
What's going on;
People playing board games
Rowdy
Urban
Adventures
Pandemonium;
Party portfolios scream
Madness
Who knows
The way out
Unending maze;
Escape from sanity
Takes time
Words paint
Strange pictures
Vague feelings cue;
Question your stumbling ways
To be
Listen
Laughter sums
Pulse, pun and wit;
Humour packs a sure punch
Right here
Leon Enriquez
03 Mar 2014
Singapore
On the wings of southern wind I flew
over the tinted valley of flowers,
till I reached the yonder plateau,
bathed in the bright sunshine shower.
The panorama of autumn I could see
on the color-clad gilded canopy of trees.
To balance on the boughs I got a chance,
feel the rhythm of their swaying rhapsody.
As the leaves of gilt in wind began to dance,
the ripples of joy rolled within me.
While the convoy of colors carried my shadow,
I saw spellbound the splendid show.
My lone journey would end someday,
I won’t forget the thrilling times I embraced.
In new years to the sky’s edge I’d drift away,
in the twilight zone I won’t see the past erased.
In year-end cold nights when time would freeze,
for the new years I’d fill my mind with golden trees.
Stretching our inner silence, grazed by tender bliss touch divine
We sense the osmotic percolation of a heavenly perfume
Fragrance sublime, to which no label we may assign
Is the magic within, how our heart lotus blooms
Spherical cognition, fusion of our senses
As the twin heart lotus opens up petal by petal
In synchronous exuberance, unified presence dances
Whilst we graciously imbibe elixir of the divine bestowed miracle
Outer polarity of our mind body melds with nature during spring
Gently swaying flowers drawing us closer by magnetism
Mirrored by the heart lotus within, that bliss brings
Each node in form, an electrified sensorium
In between the two lotuses facing each other
We feel a steady purring energy exchange toroidal
On entering therein, vivified by an elixirous divine bliss shower
Teleported to boundless, climaxing joy ineffable that has no parallel
13-March-2021
Flower or flowers in imagism poetry contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Life, the eternal dance,
that pendulum always swaying from dark to light,
while we move around its arc, avoiding every strike.
But sometimes we’re clumsy with the steps we try to keep,
and the pendulum hits hard, knocking us off our feet.
Thrown into the shadows, surrounded by the flames,
cremating thought within your mind, igniting burning pains
that twist and churn so fiercely they could drive one insane.
But stand.
Stand on your own two feet.
Never give up.
Never accept defeat.
Dance through those flames that scorch inside your brain
until you reach the light once more and break free from the strain.
Continue the eternal dance,
dodging that pendulum’s swing at every chance.
And if once again you’re struck and knocked down,
remember this truth — Always Dance Strong.
I wanna be
the mild fragrance
of an evening primrose
gentle and sweet
beneath your sheet
Cluster of petals
which bloom
pink blossoms
to wither softly
into your sleep
Tell me...
What is the colour
of your night ?
Do you need me
by your side?
Let your window
slightly open
Call the wind
to breeze me in
Let your candle
slowly burning
Feel me swaying
deep within
Tell me...
What is the colour
of your night?
Do you need me
by your side?
Don't be lonesome
Don't feel blue
I will always
come to you
Perfumed scent
wafting your way
till stars birth
first dew of day
And when the sun
sets once again
its last flame
upon the stream
I slip slowly
'neath your pillowcase
Evening primrose
in your dream