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Thrust in the centre of the storm’s wild roar,
Oh Lord, my Heavenly Father, you were near.
I relied on you and it was your kind face which I saw,
That you mended my torn spirit when fear did gnaw.
When wind howled loud and thunder boomed and burst,
In your mercy that exceeded all bounds, I did trust.
I knew you couldn’t turn your face when your child,
Held in utter helplessness was crying for aid.
When fear and anxiety swivelled and raked me
Shaking me and sinking me into the depths of the sea
You anchored my soul to faith that made me proclaim-
‘Jesus alone is my sole refuge and no other name’.
Thrust in the eye of the storm, when I was with fear rife,
And when no one was around to save my life,
I saw you standing lovingly within my reach,
With hands held out to me, ready for outreach.
When tossed by the currents of fiery storms
Lord! You made me seek the safety of your arms.
When I was drowning in the sea of escalating pain,
You strengthened and sustained me and kept me sane.
Make me feel, you are there in every rhythm of my life.
More when life becomes burdensome with problems rife.
Over the arid deserts and the stormy turbulent sea,
I pray to be by my side as an abiding presence, piloting me.
Wear wit
Hurry here
Feel fit
Charming cheer
Wise way
Tally tells
Prime play
Dreamy dwell
Face fact
Funny face
Apt act
Gather grace
Loud lines
Picture prize
Frame fine
Surprise spice
Laughs lift
Lovely loud
Grand gift
Profound proud
Set sail
Pleasure pumps
Void veil
Joyous jump
Seek space
Humour hooks
Prompt place
Blessings book
Live light
Blossoms buzz
Sense sight
Tasty thrust
Sketch sums
Colours cheer
Craft comes
Nurture near
Style smile
Nimble name
Warm wiles
Ample aim
Word wealth
Kindness keep
Hurl health
Sensuous seep
Leon Enriquez
23 April 2017
Singapore
Bolstered by faith in the path of ethical karma
Indeed, I am grateful for my parents guidance.
Imparting and intercepting a pragmatic dogma.
Do graceful deeds or such will Deity reliance.
Spirituality is a means of achieving mental tranquility.
In place of admonishing compliance, cultivate trust.
Sincerity is comparable to a yearning for faith in divinity.
Religion is a system of holy books that tends to thrust.
Only with insight, I grasp how to do proper deeds
In the vicinity of oughts, givens, and plight sermons
Making me a "polite person" in other peoples minds
Hoping to target heaven by valuable fine actions.
My self-motivation restrained my capability.
It's all exhilarating to uncover the finest route.
It may elicit widespread anxiety and uncertainty.
Hell's ferocity will bind one to remain celibate.
While challenging the status quo of religion.
There is a constant desire for truth amid Deity.
When I was in anguish, I wanted reconciliation.
Attempting to cross the contradictory topography.
Now that via my Faiths avail, I am all paradise.
Ardent deal man's religious faith in helpful actions.
I have given life with true love sealed as a prize.
Granted their ability to taste heaven attractions.
I am now all heaven, thanks to god generosity.
A large deal of man's beliefs is seen in deeds.
I have offered life as a prize for a sense of loyalty.
They had given the power to savor heaven's seeds.
Spirituality provides the claims that traditions claim.
That is the idea that my heart strives for in the story.
To adore God, that I have vowed to the Lords name.
I put my trust in God's forgiveness, famous mercy.
Placed First on the contest
written May 7, 2021
All Yours(Jun 8) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
As I slumbered into the dark abyss of the night,
Smiling, like babies do,
At those dreams of Gods and Goddesses,
Laughing and dancing and showing me my path,
There appeared, on my side table,
A sparkling silver key!
The next morn' I chose to keep it in my bag
As I got ready to leave for work
As if, my sixth sense was telling me
"Keep it, the door will show itself!"
True to my guts, the door appeared as I was walking
Up the steepy hill, there where what I deemed as being
Work, a mere concrete building imprisoning responsibilities
And having imposed upon me, the state of being their guardian!
The door looked as magical as a fantasy film
I shook myself and felt my hair tumble all around my face
As if I were the lion king cleaning its mane, ready to battle!
I wanted to rush, open the door and just escape life,
When oh! I decided to peep through the keyhole first
Curiosity, it is believed, can kill
But when dealt with cautiously, it can be tamed!
Pray, I saw through that peeping hole, a swirling wave tunnel
Unlike Earthly waves though, it crashed never
It just kept swirling and swirling
And a signboard was placed there, reading "The World Fairer!"
Everything else was just dark and engulfing it all
Was the eerie sound of silence!
I swallowed my gulp and fished out the key from my bag
Pray, it had appeared to me as the Gods and the Goddesses
Were talking to me!
They rule me, they decide for me and they watch over me
So, who am I to doubt of their intentions,
Even if such remain laden with tests, with mystery and with traps!
With my heart heaving and hammering
I just thrust the key into the keyhole,
Opened the door and walked into the tunnel of silence,
Into the hovering darkness
Towards there where the sign
Directed, was the World Fairer!
Arms outstretched.
Hands out thrust.
Fingers stretched out, reaching, straining, hurting,
just barely fail make contact, left hanging untouched.
Only a tiny spark zings between the fingers.
Like static electricity,
which flows when bodies
stroked with emotion
get charged up with a warm dry rub
and discharge with a tiny whip's crack.
Our love forever poised,
never had the impetus
for completion to fruition.
As we balked at commitment
fraught by quandary and trepidation
of expectation's negated equation.
Poised thus, we now will never know
what could have been,
what becoming could have done
if our fingers touched
touche.
Oh, my darling Arthur, this euphoric feeling what is it?
Is it something from sensual pleasure?
Or something in my dreams?
Is it perspiration glistening on a manly chest?
Or when I have rivulets of perspiration running between my breasts?
Is it lying on a beach somewhere when bodies meet as one?
With waves crashing rhythmically a thrust with every one?
Is it when one runs a hand up and down my body with such a careful touch?
Hardly touching my skin at all, but it still seems to burn so much.
The glistening of thigh beneath a gown, that catches my dream just briefly.
Or the décolleté so smooth and soft when lips caress so sweetly?
Oh, my darling Arthur, this euphoric feeling what is it?
Is it something from sensual pleasure?
Or something in my dreams?
Lying with you on the riverside regaining control of gasping breath,
the ripples down the spine, the dampness I feel on your back.
The tenderness and trembling, as I can feel the weight of you,
but you’re not heavy you are my lover so true.
I welcome the feel of skin, the muscular stomach so smooth and tanned
the cupping of my breast in your large hands. The sweet caress
that sets me on fire the look in your eyes strong with desire. The waking,
but I want to feel more, when will it be my turn? You are the man i adore.
26/6/2020
Entered into Silent One’s
Sensuality poetry contest.
Shapeshifting ego,
heart’s weakness does know,
that seeks to acquire
objects of desire.
Myriad thought forms
attack us in swarms,
spawning illusion,
cause of delusion.
Our soul is agape;
there seems no escape,
since fear mirrors lust,
in a downward thrust.
We are living light
in blissful delight,
yet this truth is veiled ~
on desire’s cross nailed.
Ego’s like a ghost,
for each time we boast
or succumb to greed,
devil’s who we feed.
Just when all seems lost,
if heart we defrost
inviting God in,
we are cleansed from sin.
Sans thought, ego dies.
We then feel joy rise,
transmuting our soul,
now blissful and whole.
07-May-2022
Unbound from the righteous roots
of the sanctified dormant soul,
the anchorage of wayward mind is unsteady.
In the dislodging thrust
of the upwelling desires,
the untamed instincts
rush feral on the sordid trail.
The unbridled mind turns into a predator,
breaks away from the virtuosity of sanity,
chases the longing on the thought track,
made by the urge of brutal craving.
The basic instinct morphs into base entity.
Deflected from the correct course,
shown by the moral compass,
time plunges the errant existence
into the vortex of vicious storm,
breaks it down into discarded debris,
while the tune of acuity echoes unheard
in the ethical ether.
Beneath the surface of mortal perception,
heart builds the dreams it desires to foster.
Allured by the self-sought aspirations
into the darkness of unawareness,
it mutely suffers wandering
in the wilderness of wanton life.
Under the convolute layers
of the clouded mind,
at the inner depth of turmoil
the sensual heart waits to dream.
At the dawn of self-acquired consciousness,
flooded by the light of eternal truth,
it builds the innate desire
for the touch of placid perception.
Travelling on the pathway of devout life,
an inward emancipation journey,
to the sacred sanctum of realization,
the ultimate destination of liberation,
where the awakened awareness perceives
the sacrosanct meaning of existence,
in the voice of conscience.
Cosmic Adventure
There, upon the launchpad, the countdown proceeds
as bolts explode, and the umbilical apparatus releases,
and massive amounts of energy bursts from engine ignition
to create propulsion thrust and lift-off reaction
for the vehicle’s escape from Earth’s gravitational attraction
in sequential stages, skyrocketing into the orbital trajectory
of slingshot phenomenon to the universe of cosmic adventure,
likened to explorers in olden days piercing the unknown aperture.
Through the porthole, astronauts marvel at the spectacular scenery
as they watch their country on the blue planet disappear gradually.
Emotionally restrained, the astronauts resume their mission,
methodically pushing buttons and recording observations
in a four-dimensional continuum relativity experience,
limited in scope by the laws of scientific ingenuity.
If I had my magic with me
I would have touched the ailing humanity
And cured it would have been,
Within seconds,
Cured, forever,
Without ever fearing any sort of darkness
Grapple at their souls
And inhabiting in them!
If I had my magic with me
I would have touched Death
And never again would it have been tempted
To harvest mortal souls again
For purposes known to itself!
If I had my magic with me
I would have made sure
That Earth remains fulfilled as a Mother
That her tears fall never
That her heart wrenches never
That her breath falters never
At everything that we, her children,
Are doing to her!
If I had my magic with me,
I would have created, for humankind,
A world within this fallen one
So as to have them believe
In the romance of fairy tales,
In the magic accompanying them
In the everlasting pleasures that they promise
Why,
I would have imbibed in their hearts,
The way
To have true and genuine love
Burning therein, all the time!
If I had my magic with me
I would have saved my own soul
And that of Love's
I would have touched his inner essence
And would have showed him
The meaning hidden behind our purpose
So as to evoke in him
The urgent need that the skies
Have thrust upon me
To have him acting accordingly
To the musical beats of celestial piano players!
Pray,
My magic, though
Is left back there
In that realm from which I fell!
Without it,
I become as useless
As is a rabbit in an ocean
As is love in evil's realm
As is music in a hater's heart!
Without it,
I become powerless
Relying solely
On the mercy of the skies
On its might and its potency
On the faith I hold for it in my heart
On the trust I have for it as well!
Pray,
Magic,
Would have been of great use,
Yet, sadly,
Without it,
I can't help but let my heart wrench
And let my teeth clench
As I watch life on Earth roll by!