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A promise worth making
Is a promise worth keeping,
The vows made by liars
Simply aren’t worth your weeping.
The risk that you’re taking
Is a blessing fate’s reaping,
For a promise worth making
Is a promise worth keeping.
A friend that’s worth trusting
Was a stranger worth meeting,
A good first impression
Starts with one cordial greeting.
When old bonds start rusting
Bring to mind time is fleeting,
For a friend that’s worth trusting
Was a stranger worth meeting.
A battle worth fighting
Is a war worth man’s waging,
Amid bloodstained wastelands
Freedom’s cries are still raging.
Soon, peace is in writing
And the world is engaging,
‘Til a battle worth fighting
Breeds another war waging.
A love worth pursuing
Comes with trials worth facing,
Most quarrels and squabbles
Could be eased by embracing.
Let growth be renewing
So that nothing’s replacing
Every love worth pursuing
And each trial worth facing.
A life not worth living
Is a life worth forgetting,
The grand tales of yore, dear
Weren’t of poor souls regretting.
A life spent with giving,
Blissful life without fretting,
Is a life worth the living,
Here’s to no more forgetting!
Time is fleeting when love's guise becomes sweet
When eyes bow before beauty's silent pose
To feel the soul emerge and not retreat
With such fragrant scent from a lover's rose
When hands clasp so tender a blushing face
To search quiet realms of expectation
And kiss in dim-light from a candle's trace
And reveal ecstasy's exaltation
With a breathless pause as lips are unbound
Where eyes again will lift their eyelids slow
And share breath's softest sighs of welcomed sound
When passionate tongues give gifts they bestow
To feel palms grow warmer as they perspire
When lips are kissed from surrender's desire
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My first and only son,
Precious blood of my blood,
What can I give to you
To prepare you for this life?
There is so much I want to show you—
So many things to see, and hear, and feel,
So many thoughts to think, and words to speak;
So many ways to imagine and create
I want to teach you everything I know—
To be kind, humble, honest, and strong;
To believe in yourself, and always try your best,
No matter what you do
I want you to do the right thing, even when it’s hard;
To think for yourself, even if you’re wrong;
To follow your dreams, however unlikely they may seem,
And forge your own unique path
I want you to question everything—
To experiment and learn without shame or fear—
To turn dark corners of ignorance and hatred
Into beacons of knowledge and love
I want you to know that life is a rare gift
Billions of years in the making,
And that countless others have come and gone
Just to bring you here
I want you to know that time is fleeting,
With all its joys and heavy sorrows,
So that you will always feel gratitude
For everything you've been given
But most of all—I want you to be happy,
And share the joy you have with others,
So when your time on earth is done,
Your life will have been a force for good.
It’s good to know there’s still a few
Deep thinkers, roundabout;
Those who are unafraid to speak their minds
Of certainty or doubt.
To disagree with you and me
About religion, politics and war;
It’s good to know there’s still a few
Deep thinkers at the door.
Where disagreement and discussion
Are two poles that intertwine
And listening before talking
Is in tune with God’s own mind.
Though we may not always be
Right, wrong or other-(wise);
As the distance between two points
Cannot always be perceived with just two eyes.
The mileage is in the journey
And we’re all visitors around here;
It’s good to know there’s still a few
Deep thinkers with hopes and fears.
Standing on the precipice between
The past and now, today;
While time is fleeting with the wind
Deep thinking lingers in the clay.
Ye poets are deep thinkers
Hats off to you and I;
And I pray you disagree with me
Until birds no longer fly.
When our granddaughter asked us to help her with a project…something about an egg
she didn’t need to ask us twice…she didn’t have to beg.
because we know that time is fleeting…and as our grandchildren grow
the more memories we can make the better…so never will we say no…
Her project: to design a contraption…a creation of her own making
that when dropped from a certain height…will protect an egg from breaking.
Her job: to draw up blueprints and ready a report…
Our job: to offer assistance, guidance and support.
We tried three different contraptions…(they could be no bigger than a soccer ball)
and to our amazement, once each was dropped, the egg didn’t break at all!
Three entirely different contraptions and not one egg did we abuse
and now it’s up to her to decide which one she will use.
The collaboration was fun for us…as we watched her give each egg a throw
and we thought how lucky we have been watch our grandchildren grow.
How we were glad to be of help…glad to have saved one egg from breaking…
and glad to add another memory to a lifetime we are making.
She thanked us for helping her with her egg…and as we headed out the door
we smiled knowing it wasn’t just about an egg…
it was about so much more.
Time is a train
Speeding down a track
Never braking, never stopping,
Never to look back.
Time is water
Flowing in a brook
Never thinking
Of what it took.
Time is a mirror
Splintered and cracked
Showing everything –
That we lack.
Time is a treasure
Buried and forgotten,
Until awakened
As something rotten.
Time is a thief
Of all that we own;
Yet, we let it rob us
Of blessings that we
Have seemingly outgrown.
Time is forever
Like a bottomless pit,
We journey through its corridors
Never to forget.
Time is fleeting
When trusted upon,
It leaves us
Wanting to belong.
Time is fleeting
as you await
the day's translucence
that beckons beyond
the iridescent reluctance
to waste it all away.
It's a mere transcendence
from casually strolling
to waiting for your
true dream and desire
while the sun shines
brightly in a
powder blue sky.
It's an uplifting feeling
and puts things in perspective
with the realities
that can unfold
at the drop of a hat.
You count your blessings
for things that are
beyond your control
and smile
at it's sweet embrace.
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***All of my "Envelope Poems" were written on blank envelopes
(when I didn't have any paper on me) at various locations.
Where does it lead, this path I follow?
I look back. So many twists and turns,
Such a long, way, some parts smooth as sand,
others strewn with pebbles and rocks,
even seemingly insurmountable boulders.
Yet, here I am, the hurdles in every case
somehow in the past, somehow overcome.
The path ahead of me is much shorter,
and where it is going I cannot know.
It bends away from me, beyond my sight,
each day a gift for which to be grateful,
as time is fleeting and who knows the length
of this phase of existence called life
or what is to become of us after that?
Surely there are no mansions in the sky
to accommodate all of the souls passed on.
Does the soul go on into some existence,
the nature of which we, as humans, are
completely incapable of comprehending?
Does the soul, at the instant of death,
pass into a baby just being conceived,
thus living an endless round of human lives?
Or, as some think, is death simply the end.
That answer is untenable for me.
Exactly what is beyond, I do not know,
but I feel strongly that the soul does live on,
and, for some reason, it does matter
what kind of life we have led here on earth.
I understand that in your mindset
You think you’re entitled to judge me
Though you know nothing of my life
My youth is gone and spent
I couldn't solve the problems of the world
I don't think I even made a dent
I loved those who surrounded me
In whatever way I could
I'm a woman so it was in my nature
I catered to a million bosses
I'm exhausted yes it's true but now
It’s finally time I listen to the boss within
How much time I have
I guess I’ll never know but
I’m aiming to savor every single minute
I'm a creator first and foremost
And while I see the end approaching
I still have so much more to say
So forgive me if I cut you off
Or if I don't sound interested
It’s just that precious time is fleeting
I won’t engage when talking politics
I've heard enough about injustices
To last me a couple lifetimes
I’ve earned the right to sit back
Let others step up and try their utmost
To solve the travesties of the world
I'm getting old and time for me is ticking
I may be selfish but what time I may have left
Is mine to focus on creating
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Slippery slide:
Time oozes away;
Spills wild joy ride,
Start of new day.
Brisk strokes blush bloom:
Time gone too soon;
Crispy brush grooms,
Puffs into noon.
So many thoughts:
Fade away far;
Twist of new plot,
A time to star.
November zooms:
In a quick dash;
Not enough room,
Glimpse in a flash.
At the last day:
November hurls;
Grip slips away,
A new month curls.
Here with coffee:
Fragrant brew flings;
Dawn mellows me,
Sleepy mood swings.
Watch for word wit:
Can rhymes unhook?
Fashion wee bits,
Now read a book.
Time is fleeting:
What do I think?
Now say something,
Can feelings link?
Leon Enriquez
29 November 2017
Singapore