Long Sync Poems
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Another boring day I make my way
down this life’s tricky busy long freeway
So many travelers choose to go as well,
in slaving sync to the cold life school bell
We all so focused on the single prize,
so much assets to gain and maximize
My car is rusty and not too trusty
My mind conviction pure and just gutsy
So many jams clog the path to your heart,
transforming my ride to a slow oxcart
Again frustration at the sight of red,
again my efforts going head to head
Looking at your lips for the light of green,
but your smile is still a sight to be seen
-for S1's contest-
Think back in time
the old days, slipping through our memories
when time moved slow,
awaiting satisfaction at reaching our dreams;
remember me, when
there was nothing else that mattered
then the love we felt embracing every moment
trying to breathe when hearts beat too fast;
in sync we took every step together racing
in both laughter and tears that fall
and somehow we both knew, burned in our souls
we were destined to be together;
hold onto those memories
our youthful escapades,
the failures, mistakes, missteps, and success;
the hard times got through
without having to say anything;
listen to the whispers deep within your heart
and when I'm gone before you
remember me, when
time is no longer
ours.
Written: April 20, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Quote "Don't grieve, anything you lose comes round in another form,"by Rumi
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To be is to bask beneath the golden, searing sun!
As ambivalent dreams grow in lucid scope at dawn
Discombobulated in the dance of disarray~
Hope meshes with amorphous shades of gray
At night, when all is dark, stars paint a quiet arc —
Spinning dreams, guiding us with a bright spark
Beneath the heft of the vast sky, our voices rise~
An anathemize tapestry that is strong and wise!
An embroidery stitched with the tender tale
Across blissful lines where dizzy echoes sail—
The hint of a raw discovery arises at each friction~
Love lights brightly in the depth of night reflection
Due to the loss, life turns into a winding maze
Kismet gently steers us through a swirling haze
We wander across fields of hopeful dreams—
Promised progress is poised to aphonic seams
Arcane aplomb blooms below a boundless sky!
While optimism may spur the grin of a child—
Ambition calls out amid a storm, for us to imply~
A sturdy ark ambles across the raw azure side
In the garden of glistening dreams, colors sway
Hope hovers as an elixir embrace in daylight~
Twisting tendrils that tangle in timeless sight
Sun sparks the scene, shifting night to gray
A heart hums happily below life gentle glow~
Wings wafting from awe, chrysalis to vast sky
Transformation teeters, tender, and spry!
As shining stars sync with serendipity flow
Every echo is a memory on quiet streets~
Faint flickers of fabulous futures, forever undefined—
A dance of dynamic dreams entwined with humankind
Where spirits harmonize in a symphony complete!!!
When friends recount their travels
They sound wonderful, although
Most often they describe a place
I might not want to go…
Or even if the destination’s
Someplace to entice,
Their version of the trip is not
My type of paradise.
For everyone’s vacation
Is unique, like DNA.
We all have certain things we like
To do when we’re away.
We’re lucky if, vacation-wise,
Our plans can be in sync
With spouse or friends or relatives
Who share the way we think.
While I enjoy renditions
Of the trips my friends describe,
My own will be quite different
From the ones they would prescribe.
When planning trips, I let my yens
And fancies be my guide
Since my on-my-wavelength husband
Will be right there by my side.
Make sense of time as day hurls bright,
Feel surge of chimes in swift sure flight.
Make moments count with influence sure,
Here on the mount let heart be pure.
Listen to choice that comes to call,
Heed that calm voice as echoes fall.
Mind then the mood as laughter thrills,
Joy feels so good in sanguine will.
Note how things are in journey fest,
Seek then the star that guides your quest.
Feelings of hope merge with faith here,
Love sculpts true scope to blossom cheer.
Dare to achieve what you believe,
Start to conceive to thus receive.
The way now winds upon this road,
Let courage bind soul with life's load.
Feel bold to face the arduous pact,
Know that kind grace will aid fond tact.
Step by step shows a heart that moves,
Soul surely knows to sync raw grooves.
Ply your fond thoughts with easy glide,
Signal deep lot by wonder's side.
Leon Enriquez
14 April 2016
Singapore
Words now align fond peace of mind
Blind is the man who fails to see
Work speeding craze as mad thoughts greet
Quit if you must the way of loss
Feel that strange chill upon the path
Gain not in vain the stuff of rust
Round and round here the fragile plot
Play ends comic as tragic toss
Gaze upon grounds of mystic spheres
Unzip the fest of sad sure signs
Move here and there yet lost somewhere
The mood is bleak for peak you seek
Listen and heed the rows of weed
Pet in plain sight the waves of nerves
And as you end the climax here
Bizarre seems clear for fear now dies
Free verse in sync with sounds within
Yet there is sense in tense unclear
Leon Enriquez
24 May 2017
Singapore
Walk through the maze in cryptic lines,
Heed tensile will in odd strange words;
Attend the craze where thoughts incline,
Bear scraps of meals in echoes heard.
All in sure time the vital space,
Garden to play with childhood dreams;
Innocence rhymes in frolic's face,
Unfurl harsh ways in shady themes.
Here in these woods know lost and found,
The broken means in weary dust;
Pain answers good in dreary grounds,
Confused the scene in patchwork trust.
Evolve in parts the jigsaw strange,
Raw edges hurt in form and fire;
Gone are the hearts that die deranged,
Dust follows dirt in sad attire.
All out of sync these pictures odd,
No one can tell reason to fit;
Nonsense can link a logic sought,
Yet no one dwells to final fit.
Too much the pains of constant wear,
Harsh times speak out to stir old wounds;
Salt on cuts stain that pain that tears,
The crushing shouts in the last noon.
To be or not is all in vain,
The story runs in circles round;
Sense is forgot in acid rain,
No wit or pun can alter grounds.
Meaning beyond sense attempts meaning,
Corrupt this world that clings to dust;
Yet style pretence in blurry things,
Sight in a swirl still apes bleak trust.
Here lost is found in ancient grounds
No need to reach for unknown highs;
Cryptic feels sound where light sifts round,
Sense time to ditch those frightful sighs.
Leon Enriquez
06 May 2015
Singapore
As I peered through a familiar book,
Nostalgia filled my cup.
And although it was one short look,
It already revealed what I once boarded up.
Your smile blinded me,
That soft grin I tried to forget.
The moment I felt lost at sea,
The first time our eyes ever met.
I bumped into you first, I think.
Distracted by that foreign thought.
Like the only two birds in sync,
Right there in that very spot.
And through the years,
We grew in rich love.
Sharing pain and tears.
All gifts from God above.
Oh page 34,
A memory full of delight.
Our moments through the english moors,
Our honeymoon under the horizon light.
Reminiscing over a faded dream,
nightmares of taunting thoughts.
Released light heavy steam,
Tied down with unbreakable knots.
I wonder if she too forgets...
Stop. A page full of joy.
No fears or regrets,
but a small baby boy.
This is why I'm here,
not because I’m chained in the past,
But a feeling so *****,
A wound in which is cast.
But then I flipped unto the page,
a page written in blood.
A bed of broken age,
Far greater than Noah’s flood.
There you lay,
Lifeless but not alone.
Pale and gray,
a human stone.
The day you were buried.
Perhaps my hardest trial.
Like the day we were married,
But without your gentle smile.
I closed that damp book,
covered in my liquified emotions.
But that is all it took,
To isolate me in that once familiar ocean.
(Dedication: For my son Michael Zachary)
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Start with your heart to know fond quest,
Spark your sure art with happy zest.
Pique your clear mind with happy thoughts,
Prize your grand finds as play frames plot.
Apt love knows joy in peace of mind,
Ask to enjoy life's journey kind.
Reach for a touch that crafts each day,
Reap more than much good feel your way.
Keep faith and hope your circle wide,
Kindness now scopes each lovely tide.
Live what you feel as wise thought rooms,
Love ever thrills what change now blooms.
End as you start with grateful heart,
Endow each part with awesome art.
See the end game in wonder's quest,
Spice your good name with zeal and zest.
Make room for more to fill your cup,
Mind what you store as soul moves up.
Zoom now in-sync with heart and mind,
Zest anchors think as success signs.
Explore each day the path of light,
Expect wise ways that confer sight.
Leon Enriquez
29 August 2017
Singapore
My silent serene soul softly craves your candles of crystalline calm.
Your gallant greens of golden glow gently beam with bumbles, bashing blissful thoughts in a thundering whisper.
Our chemistry and connection is madly enchanted in ethereal crimson certainty of nectar's new dawn.
I want to own the oceans and you like I hold my butterflies and beliefs.
Rumple my radiant lips on silhouette sheets of your secret shoulder yard, leaving amaranth art of kisses on your lavender chest.
Letting your spikes of spices chase me into a search of serenity.
You are my wind in the wild storm.
The whisperer, wanderer in my mystical melodies.
You are the tempting thoughts in my tempestuous tides, thrilling the turbulent twilight of my heavenly heart.
The mesmerizing midnight memories in the infinite brain of my independent heart.
I'm nightfall without your luminous laughter.
I'm dateless without your conducive calendar of pink promises.
I'm the death of a wasteful war and torn tears from the endless screams.
Be the pondering puzzles of my relentless reasoning.
The savoury solitude in my sour soul.
The hibiscus honey and roasted peanuts in my poetic pantry.
My rustling reckless reflection in muttered excuses.
And I'll be your rainbow, your Rosa Juliet.
Your chocolate cosmos. Your scout for love in the jungle of jasmine spring.
I have fondly found fleeting fragrances of happiness from the ryhming rheum in your eyes. It is daring densely, hallucinating hazardously, making me stare still till I blindly bleed in haphazard hues.
Till eternity my love, your secret silence is the riff in every song. It is the splash of every sound. The hair on my stirred skin. The pulchritudinous phases of pain in astrological agony.
Stand, stand my sublime king so thou shalt see the height of my love for thee.
Listen, listen my charming prince so you shall hear my painting in every voice.
So you can feel the breathless bath of the present and the tickle in the tapestry of our voiceless vows, viciously channeled through the thighs of our bond and the sync of your seductive grasp.
So I can smell the wind of your hands slowly stroking my sensitive skin and the attention of my hairs saluting your stemless grasps.
My soul critically craves you my workshop and I your tools.