Long Swirl Poems
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I put on my black leather trench coat from the wooden coat rack.
Wrapping the navy-blue scarf around my neck, I started to go outside to enjoy the night.
I watch the wind swirl the snow before me in the air and on the ground.
The snowflakes reflect the moon's bright blue light giving it a luster of things yet to come.
With the anticipation of the magic blooming in the air, I walk on.
Feasting on the night display of mother nature and her natural beautify, I gasp in wonder.
The moonlit trees dance as the wind blows off the snow.
I watch as the wind swirl again to the oil lit lamppost giving it a warm glow of radiated sparkling light.
I walk to the bench across the street, hearing the crunch of snow under my feet.
I brushed off the snow on the wooden slat bench and sat down with my unopened mug of hot chocolate.
The wind died down; I open my mug and stare at the crystal-clear sky full of magnificent stars.
There is one star I thought was a meteor when suddenly a loud thunderous clap permeated the air.
I gazed in astonishment at the eight Reindeer and a sleigh driven by St Nick.
I waved to him, and he waved back and wished me a Merry Christmas, and I him.
I said to myself, "Shirley, this is beautiful magic!" as I sip my hot chocolate.
As I enjoyed the warming flavors of my hot chocolate, St Nick landed his sleigh on the street.
I looked up, and he smiles, came over to me, and asked if he could have a drink.
"Yes, you can have a drink," as I handed the cup to him.
He drank the cup empty, smiled again at me.
With the finger to his nose, he magically refilled my cup.
He said to me, "You might want to answer your cell phone.”, with a twinkle in his eye.
I answered the dreaded call from the hospital only to find that my husband has been moved from ICU, and they can only say that it was a miracle.
I cried and cried and gave Santa a hug and thanked him.
He climbed back into his sleigh and nodded to me and said: "a small and insignificant gift can change the world."
In this time of Christmas season, what insignificant gift was given to us?
Hope fashions spring,
Faith shows the way;
Love ever flings,
Joy for the day.
Hear the good news,
Heed in sure tact;
Live in sure view,
Peace minds the act.
Each cycle brings
A brand new year;
Each moment sings
To fashion cheer.
Here at the end,
The old year fades;
Around the bend,
A new upgrade.
This dreary world
Looks set to zoom
In weary swirl
In bust or boom.
Our tale is told
In acts that sum;
Both young and old
Live on outcomes.
So here's to joy,
Dreams that come true;
To fond employ
For me and you.
Leon Enriquez
23 December 2014
Singapore
Oh, the forest whispers to me,
as stained leaves on the ground crinkle;
and birds chirp and trill in a tree,
but too soon those leaves will wrinkle.
As I walk the wind groans and moans,
oh, the forest whispers to me;
soon the branches will be bare bones,
the crows cawing is like a plea.
Squirrels chirrup running with glee,
through the leaves that swirl, twirl and dance;
oh, the forest whispers to me,
the beauty puts me in a trance.
A stream that gurgles and thunders,
and ducks still quack and float carefree;
so many sweet scenes and wonders,
oh, the forest whispers to me.
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October 16, 2021
Poetry/Quatern/ The Stained Glass Forest
Copyright Protected, ID-10-1397-695-16
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Onomatopoeia
sponsor, Emile Pinet, Judged 11/13/2021
Fourth Place
Poem of the Day October 18, 2021
Sense voice profound as Barbra sings,
Touch a deep soul that grips your heart;
Rich echoes ground as music flings,
Etch a sure whole where passion arts;
Indulge fond strains in song and dance,
Sing "Funny Girl" in sad refrains;
Answer complain in flick of chance,
Notes that now swirl grand octaves plain;
Depth of pure voice soothe pristine highs,
Songstress of dreams with sparkling eyes;
In classic poise spread poignant sighs,
Now speak fond themes in endless skies;
Glimpse "Happy Days" now here again,
Sense knows "The Way We Were" in vain.
Leon Enriquez
04 May 2015
Singapore
In the dark of Night, the celestial beauty of the universe
comes into its own, illuminating the firmament.
Galaxies, still in the throes of the Big Bang,
swirl in an infinite sea of ebony.
And shooting stars,
sojourners to Earth;
weave, visual threads into the fabric of time and space.
Chamaeleon clouds bleeding red at the horizon's cutting-edge
hang low, so as not to besmirch the grandeur of Night.
And Venus, like the mythical Goddess of beauty, outshines the stars;
rising between Mercury and Earth, She lingers in regal repose;
caught within gravity's invisible currents.
A colony of bats spirals into the air, like a phoenix
rising from the ashes of a spent sun.
And a chill runs down my spine as I stand in awe,
in the presence of God's miraculous creation.
When skies are puzzled clouds of pain
It’s easy to invite the rain
The pieces fit or so it seems
To block the sun and hide your dreams
When darkness overtakes the light
Though grasping it with all your might
It feels as if a stranger dwells
Who’s calling shots and casting spells
Yet even though illusions swirl
Like rainbows on a brand new pearl
I’ll not give in to be entranced
For my last dance has not been danced
There always is a bluer sky
There always is a truer eye
Where clouds are seen for what they are
Though here today, they’ll drift afar
Dawn hurls fine hues
Sparkling sunrise;
Nature awakes
Dazzling colours
Signals and signs;
Song of morning
Night is lifted
Day comes to shine;
Endless possibilities
Walk in sure light
Embrace the warmth;
Sizzle and smile
Another journey
To explore joy;
Let faith know peace
Let zest attend
Daytime demeanour;
Truth echoes zeal
Life is a fest
In swirl and surge;
Dare to emerge
Laughter comes
To show just how;
Enjoy delight
All that you see
Comes just to charm;
Lovely things happen
Frolic with time
Space a canvas;
Live bright colours
What you see
Is what you get;
Nothing else matters
Leon Enriquez
15 August 2014
Singapore
She threw the best birthday party at eighty-three.
With a hip hip hooray and a whimsical whee…
We could barely get tickets, everyone was there.
She was dancing the watusi in her pink underwear.
Don’t sweat the small stuff, she said, girly girl!
Her hair was dampish, and her legs were a swirl.
Aren’t you afraid you will overdo? I asked Goo.
She laughed until her neck almost broke in two.
I jumped into the fray and danced with two old men.
She is really something! Said the old one, named Hem.
I have known her since elementary, and she is a peach!
I did not have to tell him she was way out of his reach.
Brief message
Wind blows this way;
Listen well
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Year ends here
Airline tragedy;
All aboard dead
~~~~~~~~~
So much pain
Year-end debris;
Heartaches mourning
~~~~~~~~~
Once again
Violent bad weather;
Frightening nature
~~~~~~~~~
Flotsam debris
Choppy sea waves;
Swirl dead bodies
~~~~~~~~~
Wet monsoon violence
So many lives lost;
Tragic endings
~~~~~~~~~
Words cannot contain
Sadness and closure;
Nightmares taunt
~~~~~~~~~
Traumatic episodes
So much of pain;
Issues unresolved
~~~~~~~~~
To venture forth
Try unknown fate;
Life bears risky moves
~~~~~~~~~
Dance to the light
Free from old chains;
Let soul rejoice
~~~~~~~~~
Loss brings pain
Terrible and true;
So much suffering
~~~~~~~~~
Here and now we pray
For peace to find;
Lead us back home
~~~~~~~~~
Tragedy starts
Humanity mourns;
Healing will come
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
31 December 2014
Singapore
It’s more natural to be as a child
untouched by vices and greed of the world.
to wonder at ladybugs and dragonflies;
to swirl like a butterfly with wings unfurled.
To make up adventures while playing in woods;
to search for swift tadpoles while wading in streams,
jump over puddles or tumble in snow,
and proclaim with no guile implausible dreams.
How freeing to feel like an innocent child.
No preconceived notions clouding our mind
or fear of reprisals for things we might say
since to hate and racism we would be blind.
Why must growing old stifle our laughter?
We should model great kindness as we grow.
Can you imagine how great our world would be
if more like a child, we let our love flow?