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My sense of humor odd a bit
enough sometimes for a fat lip
People don't laugh seldom smile
say things abusive and loud
My parents were married happily
for as their son they deny it was me
No friends so they tied a pork chop around my neck
and the family dog became vegan I was reject
Never good at math numbers don't add up
subtract money I don't have became bankrupt
Voted in the election for the wrong guy
he won but for my vote he still denies
Why can't the sky be orange
nothing rhymes with orange new line
My humor makes me laugh out loud
but my laughter is lonely somehow
Jokes tell on me more than I do them
with my humor I never win.
Rouse the brisk flame where fire burns veil,
Urge thrill to fund true wit most crisp;
See thus your game where poise regales,
Taste then the pun as fun holds risk;
Invite your heart to feel each cause,
Cheer comes to show how zest works best.
Watch how love starts a wild card pause,
Indulge strange know in this odd fest;
Trust wears a face in ample spree.
Choice sets the stage for all things good,
Health brings due grace that sets you free;
Apt to know sage in what primes mood,
Raise the showtime with joy sublime,
Mull the slow rhymes as beauty mimes,
Sense the fine chimes that tell on time.
Leon Enriquez
28 May 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT
Everyone harbors a tattered fleet of bygones in dock
Old scores and sores of direct hits we've sustained
In past long gone battles and tussles, well past o'clock
But held as bygone mementos, your slate unclean and stained.
Forgiveness should not forget, but should move on.
Let sleeping dogs lie, let bygones lie and be bygones.
What's done can't be undone, let it be dusted and gone.
Bury your bygones deep, so your future is not cluttered with cons.
People you know and meet will tattle and tell on friends
Gossip truths and whoppers about what they have done wrong
But how does that help to make up, move on with amends
When the legacy of the past lingers, but should be long gone.
Like cartoon balloons, or stickies, bygones not gone
Pop up with messages, above friends, about who did what to whom.
Clean the slate, clean the desks, restart with blank icon
Having processed and churned over a past, rendered in salt, a plume.
Resolve to build resilience to cope with what's past
Expand your social engagement, divorce your bygones to past mast nailed
Set bygones adrift to be dashed in storms offshore, your harbor clean at last
To welcome fresh blow-ins with 'let's make up' blazoned on sail.
In the garden, The Christ did pray
For strength ardent to bear pain's stay.
Gethsemane, the Master kneels
To ask to be with fond appeal.
His close aides lie in heavy sleep;
The Christ now cries in pain so deep.
The soldiers come to seize the king;
Judas now sums betrayal fling.
A kiss laid sound to tell on him;
Jesus is bound with scornful whim.
Then off they go to a mock trial;
Conspire to show with sure denial.
From high priest to Pontius Pilate;
An impromptu in vile charade.
Death sentence flawed in power play
As Roman law primes unjust stay.
Scourged to appease the crowd's frenzy;
The Christ was seized with mad cruelty.
Thirty lashes upon the flesh;
A mocking clash of bloodied mesh.
Crowned with thorns plucked from marine haunts;
Pierced mortal tucked with painful taunts.
Then the mocked king is forced to walk;
Heavy cross stings the burdened stalk.
The route is long with steps uphill;
The Christ bears strong with humble will.
Three times He falls, and feels the whip;
Cruel soldiers all who torments heap.
On and on He bears the wood cross
To death's alley, to sure recourse.
Along the way, The Christ meets those
Who did display the pains and ghost.
Golgotha's space, nails are driven,
The cross is raised in cruel action.
The Son of Man prays for mankind,
To save the damned that evil signs.
Two thousand years have come and gone;
The Christ did peer to times forgone.
Good Friday psalm to each and all,
We must not harm but heed love's call.
Love frames a law: "Who harms, must heal." --
Law without flaw, it's heaven's will.
The way ahead is beyond hate;
Let love break bread as grace now plates.
The Living Christ offers to each
Love's fine reprise: Love each to each.
The message comes to one and all;
Love is the sum of love that calls.
Go deeper still to know and see:
The Christ that wills love and beauty.
Grace sets you free to know your place,
To simply be love's happy face.
Heed this story just to be clear;
Join the lovely way to love's cheer.
Follow your heart and it will show
The steady art that true love knows!
Let love bring light to live and learn;
Let peace bring sight for grace soothes yearn.
Leon Enriquez
18 Apr 2014, (on Good Friday)
Singapore
If the sun could tell on me, you could ask it this,
“Does Jesus' presence warm her heart? “
it will answer yes!
His presence warm my coldest nights
the way the sunlight warms the days,
awakening my sleeping soul,
by the light of a single ray.
If the wind could tell on me, you could ask it this,
“Is Jesus always on her mind?”
it will answer yes!
Thoughts of Him surround and fill me
as the air is there to breath,
that at my first breath of Him,
I was filled with serenity.
If a mountain could tell on me, you could ask it this,
“Will she climb the highest peaks for Him?”
it will answer yes!
Mountains high could never be in-between,
a desire as strong as mine,
for it is His arms that carry me up,
it is in His strength that I can climb.
If the ocean could tell on me, you could ask it this,
“Does she love Jesus with all her heart?”
it will answer yes!
Because His love is what holds me
the way the water fills the sea,
Jesus' love is the deepest,
now and will forever be!
Shebetheria was excited beyond excited.
Today was the first day she was able to conjure an elixir
Since she was released from the spell of the Dragon Maker.
She had made a mistake and accidentally turned his family
into squirrels and elves, and she had to forfeit six years of her life
to pay for this tiny mishap.
She began to toss her potions together, anxious to try ideas
she had been conjuring and contriving for the past six years.
The Dragon Masker stopped by to watch.
Any chance you could get my family back? He asked, hopefully.
She did better than that. She instantly turned him into a squirrel.
Not only can he join them now, but he cannot tell on her
or incarcerate her.
How smart was that? She asked herself.
A giant vision came out of the cauldron and laughed with her.
You are about to find out, a hollow voice said from the cauldron.
It was the Dragon Masker's voice.
Clearly this is not a scheduled flight
A rhinoceros is falling from the sky
Outer space is no place for rhinos
Traveling nearly at the speed of light
We have no right to question why
This animal is not made for flying
Surrounds himself with sponges for protection
Why not cotton, parachutes and prophylactics
No place to rest its head or feet you know
Falling rapidly, sleep becomes impossible
Sheep eating grass below are not worth counting
Unaware of dangers to be encountered from above
Sweet dreams my little spongy friend from space
Overweight alien with no documents
Making an illegal entry into the United States
Should someone inform authorities of this collision
Or next of kin or at least the PETA people
This might be some form of cruelty
Time will tell on impact
Good-bye for now
The Pastor's Life Is quite often one of hypocrisy.
And so too the Politician.
Maybe even moreso the politician.
It is often like the Evil Devil Correcting Sin.
I cannot really take on such blasphemous attitudes.
These are 2 pillars of our society which are not standing up
Firm and Strong.
The commonality in them is that they both screw and befudle/hoodwink/rob the poor blind,
And lust after money and power.
Not all of them, there are some truly sincere ones.
But The Good ones are too few in between for my liking.
We Know them by their actions.
Their acts tell on them.
The way Politicians and preachers treat or ignore people who are not their friends or family
Is not merley disgusting, but appalling.
The high high levels of hypocrisy and nonchalance they spout is also equally mystic and terrifying.
Will they ever realise that Jesus was a down to eart empathetic Socialist?
But Life will go on beyond this realm of Hypocrisy.
It must go on. And so too will the hypocrisy.
And though I sympathise with the Poor who are the benificiaries of the squeeze
In all this mire of double standards, illusion and hypocrisy,
I still think and emphasise that God is the poor man's protector.
But I remain optimistic
That one day these norms will change an submerge.
And we will be blessed with more truthful politicians and better more sincere pastors.
And not ones clouded or covered in false prophecy and Pretence.
One of these days we will get another leader like Jose Mujica,
Like Dugu Gordon of Nevis and J.N. France of St. Kitts-Nevis.
My Hope is that one day these imposters will realise that
What you put into LIFE is what you get out.
Jino Jennings once quipped that a license does not make you a pastor
If you do not have God in You.
Try to be a pastor or leader like Jino Jennings or Bishop TUTU.
Both religion and Politics need to take a greater step towards the greater Good.
And it begins with The Pastor and The Politician-The Leadership.
Prime each word that comes, play with message found;
Allow the juice to stain, ascend with bold sighs;
Try to find the sum, treat each law that grounds;
Thrill your poise that gains, tell upon a high.
Echoes come to speak, embark on sure sense;
Rich verse in calm voice, ripe as fruits can be;
Note the happy peaks, nice beyond grim tense;
Surreal grips fond choice, sure words that you see.
Attend to heed feel, adjust wants and needs;
Trust in simple stores, tell on love's sweet sting;
Triumph hides words that heal, trade all just to seed;
Expect ever more, express poignant fling;
Niche a fine endow, note the form and feel;
Do what you do now, deed knows the sure thrill.
Leon Enriquez
09 November 2014
Singapore
I remember the good old days
When I was young and wild
With surging passion free;
Now I surrender the old ways,
Retreat to something mild
Stride with sure breath heavy;
Worry was not my sorry play
Yet time flies swift dear child
For fate cannot delay.
Once upon a time long ago,
I ventured boldly far
To find clear destiny;
Today my bones groan and creak slow
An aged and weary star
In struggling mutiny;
Sorry longings fumble to flow,
Passage in broken jar,
Glimpse apt eternity.
My mirror image speaks plainly,
Truth can be so profound
To simply tell on me;
The journey here strings memories
For pictures come around
To show what used to be;
My friend, remember this story:
Beware of fate that grounds
Our common destiny!
The ancient wise men lived bravely
Life's vistas with fond smiles
In true humility;
Pay heed to deeper harmony,
Anchor purpose and style,
Live beyond tragedy;
Let dreams embrace your history,
Make your days here worthwhile,
Dance with life's mysteries.
Leon Enriquez
29 July 2014
Singapore