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A girl was leaning on the window;
She was quiet
- apparently -
but in her silence,
she frowned her face,
narrowed her eyes;
she was thinking,
so thoughtful as the deep skies.
“Hey, thoughtful Girl,
why leaning so somber,
can’t you see so many stars ?
Tell me, their brightness is not a reason
to frown less ?”
“Hey boy, I do see so many stars…
and tried to count them in pairs
but then I noticed:
Why am I so far from them?”
“Wondering Girl,
so a star you would be
and just shine and never wonder…
ah, it can lead you so afar.”
“It may be so, it may be so.”
“Thinking girl, look down;
beneath your window,
flourishes a garden.
Lets pick Daises, Roses Lilies
and even Poppies…
Let’s scent their perfume,
caress their petals,
play with their colors
and even sing their music.”
“Oh, boy, let them be…
Between a bouquet and me –
I will always refuse to be.
They are so appealing
with such deep fragrance…
A single flower I wanted to be.”
“Oh, pray the gods no, pray the poet yes.”
“I just want to know why…”,
and she closed the window.
“Thinking girl, thinking girl,
I forgot why as you leaned on the window,
when I was passing by thinking to myself:
Who would like to be my star?”
Form:
I dreamed a dream so vivid and true
Lucid, this magical woman just happened to be you.
Offered hand, selfless as you embraced my fears
Kindness overwhelmed which led to my tears.
Still apprehensive, how thoughtful you are
You cherished me, as much as I cherish a falling star.
Blessed and valued by your eternal embrace
With you, all my problems, now I can face
Feeling your tenderness as we fly up high
Warmth from your heart, tears parched as I cry
Why do you care so? Encased with your affection
Adoration for all, good or bad, no-one feels rejection
How you shine, you hold the key to humanity
Civility to all, how your honesty led me to Christianity
Pure sincerity from your soul, an amazing grace
Polite, moral manors that is needed in the human race
Now I must leave and wake to the bitter land
I found respect from my dream, like you, I’ll offer my hand
Spreading the word, that graciousness to all is pure love
Hand in hand to a peaceful place, that’s the dream from up above.
I love you Nan, thank you for your inspiration
With your help from heaven, I’ll carry on with my salvation
You gave me the number nine to be a Humanitarian
Knowing how people will turn against this, the contrarian.
My eyes always want to see the beauty
of the mountain, the wide sky, and the sea,
To let my heart enjoy the giant mass
and its trees and river as the days pass.
My mind often thinks of the shining star
and the beautiful moon that's way too far,
Letting me know the thoughtful words to write
In the serenity of the blue night.
Yes, the vastness of the silent ocean
shows the quietness of its emotion,
The horizon where it meets the clear sky
stops the waves of tears from my moan and cry.
I always wait for the Mother Nature
to bring brightness to the world's bleak future.
Flow with the stream, merging to the river gone awry.
The vivid fantasy I'm invested in thwarting rhymes.
The woodland, as foreseen, had no limit to the sky.
Allow for beautiful breathing; I miss parts of my times.
We're almost there with the Cupid of Love's spearhead.
Though the flow of zest seems to be evident, it is not true.
Shadow augurs the onset of first glow; the dawn show head
Warm and peaceful, fond of the wet branches that pursue.
Nature sighs softly as people join and those who yearn.
The white silk robe was draped over the luscious foliage.
I prefer to express my energy via harmony and yarn.
Nature, not spoilage, gave valleys a vast range.
Trees benefit our health by being alert, alive, and helpful.
The combination of air, dew, and grass creates a sense of bliss.
As a fervent believer and reaper, Praise the Sky entrust is vital.
The natural landscape soothes me, and I can unwind in peace.
The most thoughtful person who strives in the face of misfortune.
Even though nature envelops vastness.
Things have improved vastly now as the ego has been gone.
Heaven, bereft of time, reverberates with beautiful richness.
God provides all we need; our hearts only want the finest.
The contrast between land and sky creates a hybrid in nature.
Let us sleep peacefully, enjoying the landscape at night.
We wanted serenity, so we went back to the creator.
Written: May 25, 2021
All Yours (Jun 23) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
A gift you bestowed on your luddite mum and dad,
you left us your Alexa and she is driving us both mad!
I ask her to remind me to make a phone call,
her timing's up the shoot and it’s her downfall!
I say "Alexa remind me at ten past two",
she gets it all wrong what are we to do?
We ask her a question, the answer she doesn’t know
she just sits there smirking, her blue light aglow
So now she’s back in her box, it’s the only solution
and I’ll look at our clock to save any confusion!
We thank you, son, for your thoughtful gift
But Alexa's mind seems to have gone adrift
8/15/18
Contemplative bliss communes with the serene,
into the spirit of the placid marine crystalized in my mind.
As the sun’s reflection spreads glitter upon its open sea,
throngs milling to the melodious tunes of the guitar.
Strumming troubadour, slim and rangy toe headed youth
grins modestly as his tip jar fills welcoming spared bills
And to the sounds of the seagulls
gleeful squawk, soaring through the azure.
Beyond the pier the magician plies his trade,
tricks which awe and stun
the enthusiastic crowds gathered about.
And what lovely crowds willing, mellifluous, madrigal,
thoughtful, kind, and respectful.
Smiles abound as though the world conspires for a pleasant mood.
I inhale the familiar primordial sea air’s briny scent.
I take pause to ponder gazing out onto the vast ocean’s expanse.
How much longer can I bare this aching fulfillment
as I anxiously transpose these images and feelings
into meriting words.
Part II
Best present i never actually
recieved
So as i was telling you earlier
in part 1
My mum sent her brother to
the shop to buy me my birthday
present
Long story they haven't been
close since she got sick recently
So when she asked and he went
the shops to buy it for me
When i only just got the 1
present and card from my
mum
I could and honestly did for
a second think where is the
1 from you
Until my brain engaged and
this i thought
The greatest and most thoughtful
i never got was that
Because i know how disingenuous
and easy it would be to pick another
card and bottle up and give it to me
As apposed to how much thought
must go in to
Not buying a token gift instead
And that is why and when i say
That is the best present i never
actually got
A kind word, of course,
Can soothe the flustered soul or bring a smile
To a frowning face. That’s a given, but
In one’s troubled times, words still are
Only words.
Naked they become, for we see right through them when
Sincerity is misspoken and devoid of thoughtful deed.
Simple gestures are more meaningful than pretty words.
Persuasive poets perhaps pen verses to their beloved
Elegant and extravagant like pearls. Empty all the same
Are artful words given in pretense or with thought of recompense.
Kindness for me is found in action!
Lovers - real and honest lovers - are
Obliging, and they are more than kind!
Unabashedly they step in to defend those whom they hold dear.
During good times and bad, they will be there,
Enduring every hardship by their lover’s side,
Relinquishing their own needs for the needs of their adored.
Thank God if such a man or woman
Has ever graced your life.
Actions of their ardor
Never should be taken for granted.
Words can be loud with promises,
Overflowing also with
Romance! But only a fool would
Deny that one's exhibition of love is
So much the sweeter!
Written March 29, 2016 for the Cliche contest of Silent One
Being thoughtful is being aware, Recognizing the world beyond our stare. It's understanding, with empathy and care, That what we see might not always be fair.
Being aware is being in sight, Perceiving the struggles, both dark and light. It's opening our hearts, removing the blight, And embracing differences, day and night.
Being in sight is being in mind, Acknowledging perspectives, diverse and kind. It's seeking understanding, taking the time, To listen and learn, leaving judgment behind.
For many, out of sight is out of mind, But let's break those barriers that bind. Let's extend our thoughts to all humankind, Embracing unity, leaving no one behind.
Remember, in this world, we're all intertwined, So let's be thoughtful, aware, and always kind.
Fling frolic fierce
Ply pretty pierce
Trade thoughtful tears
Fashion feeds fame
Troubles try tame
Niche naughty name
Leave laughter loud
Pry petty proud
Aim art aloud
Sense surreal sights
Lines linger light
Freeze-frame free flight
Fear flavours fall
Grime gifting gall
Boom blazing ball
Curves crowding curls
Use urge unfurls
Soothe sensuous swirls
Take treasured thought
Nurture nice naught
Ponder prime plot
Make movement mime
Treat tender times
Rest rowdy rhymes
Live laughter's lease
Pain plunders peace
Etch encores ease
Leon Enriquez
15 December 2014
Singapore