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The young me was the best of me
for having parents life was free
No worries no hurries being a boy
living as a kid the world to enjoy
Everything new and wonders to see
anything possible in a world of dreams
Than adulthood happens with responsibility
get educated and work for necessities
You work for money to pay your bills
build up debt life now has few thrills
Parents old and now they are the child
life upside down but you trod on somehow
Married with kids and a mortgage home
credit cards, few savings, need a loan
Somehow you manage as your spouse works to
live simple and always more to do
Are needs needed are wants something real
live with less can retirement be fulfilled
Old now and you downsized
grandchildren now rule your lives
Somehow things not as bad as they used to be
reflecting back life was good to me
Travel and see what as a child wanted to see
realizing life in whole was the best of me.
Tons more I wish to do,
Much more I want to do,
Before I am laid on the pyre facing the sky deep blue,
Much more I wish to do……….
I want to scale scary heights,
I want to bungee jump without any fright.
I want to travel rough terrains on bikes,
I want to make it through forests and go on long hikes.
I want to wander singing songs,
I want to sing about how I mended my wrongs.
I want to be creative again ,
I want to write about my joys thrills and pain.
I want to pour my heart and passion in my works,
I want to write verses & haikus without reactions knee jerks.
I want to take many a calculated risks,
I want to learn from the entire process without shortcuts or fancy tricks.
I want to contribute for a good cause,
I want to give without siphoning material or emotional dross.
I want to untangle messed up issues,
I want to wipe off tears with empathy laced tissues.
I want to work on taboo subjects,
I want to solve regression of y on x.
I want to listen to my music loud,
I want to pen my work in a place far from the madding crowd.
I want to sow seeds and many a plant,
I want to bask in sun rays that into my room slant.
I want to drench in the rains,
I want to make paper boats and sail them in the drains.
I want to pick up from the ground and smell fresh wet earth,
And then joyously have my speech filled with mirth.
I want to boldly write about myself only for me,
I want the world to know me & my mind as they will always see.
I want to meet often the persons, who mean a lot to me,
I want to be able to emote my passions and feelings of love and glee.
I want to be happy about just any small thing,
And all this I want to do before the last breath to my nostrils I bring.
Facing the blue skies on my funeral pyre,
I want to be on the best craft my soul can hire….
All this I want to do very soon,
Before sets into me dreaded gloom.
But the life I live is taking its toll,
I am yet to get out of this oblivious hole.
Time is just right to set aside,
And take a ride
Fulfill my wants and dreams that I nurtured in me to grow,
And I had put away sheathed in a cocoon of time many years ago.
Now I don’t want a moment long,
And I will do what I want and sing my own song,
And do what in me I let grow,
Many, many years ago.
by: Sashi.Prabhu
Look in the eyes, twinkling light, so alive... caressing the heart, breathing life across the soul, inspiring joy within the one who knows that love comes from above – by poet
Shimmering whispers of musical notes
Fresh roses against a gentle hope
Softening the shadows that surround the soul
Who listens quietly to the peaceful thoughts
Discovered within God’s holy word
Breathing appreciation through the one
Who listens to the heart
And fills up the spirit with emotions
Colored in hues of azure innocence
Warm and compassionate, like a gentle rainfall
Beckoning to the senses in sighs
Of enlightenment and miraculous truths
Joy that fills the mind to overflowing
With love that leaves no doubt
Of the inspiration and soothing found
In hope that lives and fulfills
Faith that is so alive it thrills and chills
With a fiery promise of blessed assurance
The beauty of a love
So bright and real that it perceives
All the miracles that touch upon
Our laughter, light and love
All the inspirations sent down from above
To bring us through the storms
Into the sunlight which warms and lightens
Our hearts to the assurance
That everything we’ve been given
Is a gift from heaven
A reward for sharing our feelings
Of worship with the One we know as our Savior
The giver of life and love and laughter
The giver of everything pure and delightful
Everything that makes our lives worthwhile
With a gentle murmur from my heart
I would like to Thank God
For the joy, hope and faith – the love
That is brought alive by His grace
I worship Him with complete assurance
That love like this has complete endurance
Love so alive it breathes life
Into the one who knows
God is alive – He’s everywhere, always
Living through our hearts
He’s the answer, the promise, the maker
Of hearts, hopes and happiness
He gives inspiration, acceptance and grace
To all who listen to the still, small voice
Of His presence
I love God with complete adoration
I worship Him and praise Him
Give all my heart and soul
to the One who has complete control
With God, I know I’m in good hands
He’s the One who makes me who I am
He is surely my very best friend!
We lived in Charleston, West Virginia high up on a hill;
I wanted a Christmas present on which I’d catch some thrills.
Wooden slats anchored to curved blades of crimson red;
My fingers were crossed - Santa would bring a Red Flyer sled.
A rope in the handle bars to pull it up the mountain side,
I’ll wax down each metal blade to help make sure that it glides.
Snow we have a plenty up on the mountain top;
Laying on my tummy, dragging feet to make it stop.
You push on the handle piece in an attempt to make it steer,
But gravity is in control of that it is quickly clear.
You sled all day and then thaw out by the burning fire,
Thanking Santa and his elves for the new Red Flyer.
The fluttering of wings brings so much joy
when I awake each day to watch the show.
Excitedly, birds come to find the feast
that happily appears for them to share.
There at my sunroom window, it's such fun
as I watch wings start fluttering around
and hover till they find an empty spot
to land inside the see-through feeder space.
Beside the window, very close I see
a mix of sparrows, cardinals, and wrens
all patiently await with fluttered wings-
and give each species time to feed alone.
The eating space holds only two or three-
and mating couples share the space as pairs.
But still, some flutter over top to show
they're next in line to start as others leave.
But there's a thief that frightens them away!
When Blue Jay flies in close, the panic starts;
a cloud of fluttered wings takes off in flight!
When he is gone- they circle back again.
Aware their pleasures are so simply met
by coming to my feeder every day-
this morning ritual for me becomes-
a joy that thrills my heart to flutter too!
It was a strong wood-frame structure originally designed for a very special purpose. But in the early 60's, my father converted it into an entertainment hall and a little cafe for young people. Though I never learned how to dance, one of the great thrills of my early life took place there when a young girl older than me did her best to teach me how to dance. There were times that I felt that our dad was the meanest man on the planet. Yet at other times, he was very cool and so in touch with everybody, even his kids, and their friends. Enough about daddy. This is about a structure before it was converted.
Before we said hello to the young people's cafe, we had to say goodbye to the 'Gristmill'. The Gristmill was a mill for grinding grain, and before we ever considered dancing on its floor, we kids spent lots of time jumping and playing in the big bin of corn and working in the mill grinding corn into cornmeal.
Those were the days when, sometimes for us kids, the lines were not well defined relative to where the playing ended and the work began. Those were the 'Good Old Days' when mom and dad raised and grew most of the food we ate. Our cow provided the milk and other dairy products so well produced by our dear mom. Our chickens provided eggs, mama's dumplings, soups, and delicious fried chicken. There were pigs, goats, and rabbits. There were fresh fruits and vegetables of all kinds.
I must say that generally there was very hard work involved in the production of most of our food, but in the case of 'The Gristmill', there was little that we understood as work. I tell you, we had more fun in 'the Gristmill' than a kid had any right to.
05262018PSContest, Gristmill Poetry, Craig Cornish
30 Jan 2011 8:15 am
Is time really the enemy of us all
Stand today for tomorrow we fall
Live for the moment enjoy life like a sport
It won't be long till your boat leaves the port
Hurry now hurry get what you can
You don't know when you'll be called by the Man
Search and discover all of life's thrills
Before they put you away for the big chill
Is this life that we savour each taste?
Or is just a thrill seeking race?
I tend to beleive that it is both
Sometimes it is fast and sometimes slow
It has been hard for me to balance these two
It seems there is always to much to do
I don't find happiness in sorrow and strife
And I don't find it in the good things of life
The times of balance are the best of times
It is then when my mind is clear and tuned fine
I'm not giddy with glee
Nor sad or angry
Just balanced in Christ the way life really should be
(Dedication: For Ann)
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Meet sad and sweet with feisty flair,
Yes my love knows fond cheer that comes.
Opt happy streets where joy thrills air,
Words work to show how feelings sum;
Now my heart feels such lovely chimes.
Voice lives reason as good times swing,
Ask touch to heal life's painful rhymes;
Love hurls seasons for everything,
Embrace dear heart deep loving bliss;
Note floral wreath of scented hues,
Touch ever starts caress of ease;
Ignite the drift of poignant cues,
Nearer than breath, lovers know fest:
Etch beyond death love's lasting quest.
Leon Enriquez
14 February 2016
Singapore
You came to me today
As I wandered the memorial park
Looking for my father's brick
Chilled, leaning into the vicious cold
I dream of you one night
The next day you make your intentions known
I take it as a Cosmic sign that our fates will intertwine
And so they do, though not as I expect
This will be a harsh lesson
I never had a lipstick kiss like yours
I'll taste it for years - this is not hyperbole
Fool on the Hill on the car radio
You wear your Audrey Hepburn veneer
I think you are drawn to me because you think I will see
Your sadness and anger and vulnerability
And love you wildly for all of it
You want me to tell you that you are my Muse
I’m consumed by dual thrills of illicitness and guilt
I make you material
You awaken a desire to possess you
I let you manipulate me like the others
You hate me for it
Your father has a brick here too
I don't know if you do
Words on a page
Watch sexy stage
Sexy plays rough
More than enough
No odd outage
Just screen for age
Sexy is free
To plunder spree
Watch each step now
Yes you know how
Sexy plays and plays
To charm new sway
Each mindful mode
Gels in fond code
Sexy tells all
In plunging fall
Watch and learn well
How sexy tells
Sexy now quotes
Grand a la mode
Story and plot
Mingles more thought
Sexy floods thrills
Works jumpy feel
By now you know
What sexy shows
Sexy pokes fun
Life on the run
Seize groovy fest
In feisty jest
Sexy now hooks
A dazzling book
Leon Enriquez
26 September 2017
Singapore