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In shadow's tomb—
A dim, aimless flicker...
Void's grip, timeless
claims all.
Fantomsound: life's song is just a cognition in the null.
Rain, pain—
Stardust, dust, flesh
patternless on oblivions loom.
Decay's dance a molderwaltz,
Fingers grasp at phantoms
no hope
Peace in the abyss's open arms. Not…
Unveiled—darkness, despair's shroud
enigma's veil.
Hearts, no soul, toll; unpaid.
Dreams surrendered.
Woe's tale on wastesphere's icy breath.
Void's sigh,
Sun bleeds on the endless fight.
Souls adrift, yearning
churning, burning
Accept, the void's silent
starlit song mute.
From nothing, is nothing, in nothing /
to nothing, for nothing
Fade to black...
listless last mile
fading into obscurity
beyond the twilight zone
in ambiguous pathway
amalgamated
seeks configured definition
in mystique metaphor
to morph momentarily
into penumbra of panorama
in kaleidoscopic winsome montage
of enticing mirage
fervent
transient tableau
of euphoric lattice
of esoteric exuberance
weaved engagingly
by sensuous stream
of cadenced ardent zephyr
the swirling sagacity
of mesmeric menagerie
on an en echelon flight
furtive
of designed delight
choreographed by cloud clumps
in scarlet sunset sky
where harmonic hue echoes
the song of silence
turning to tranquil melody
of stimulant spirit
for formless façades
of enraptured life
unlived
in cascading crescendo
of symphony of emotion
as ecstatic fervor flows
entranced
in stream of sonata
sculpting on mindscape
pageant of immutable images
of timeless acuity
actuated
where faceless people
turn to shadows
their ephemeral essence
of sequestered silhouettes
conducts symphony of memory
resonating music of life
nostalgic
Tranquil Undergrowth
Tranquil Undergrowth so slowly grows
And hides the tiny timeless leaves of life
Arrows spring forth on sunlight bows
Joined by birds of green and white in flight
Piercing bursting life into the light
Golden butterflies glisten in the new suns birth
Untangling night from day
From covered secrets in the earth
Where sacred is the spot to pray
And love comes out to play
Winged Spring bursts forth in cosmic splendor
To breathe the world to life
What joy to find you at your door
So beautiful and nice
As we explore together loves every spice
Tranquil undergrowth so slowly grows from the earth
And hides so quietly the tiny timeless leaves of life
Now we have our time for playful mirth and worth
In pools of warmer waters that ease our strife
Where you remain my lovely wife
Witness the times
In broken glass,
The splintered rhymes:
"This too shall pass."
Too soon the day
Dawns upon daze,
Square up last play:
Calm choice creams craze!
Here by the bay:
Dragon Boat race,
An epic play
To forge last trace.
A change parade
Comes full circle,
A new charade
As fest twinkles.
Each to a spot
To frame and forge,
Each maze allots
A peak and gorge.
Here as we go
As heart attends,
Sync sprint and show
To weave new trends.
Change feels so strange
In vivid poise,
View the new range
In sanguine sight.
See then the truth
Pin shadow waves,
Glimpse timeless proof:
Dare live life brave.
Blessings now lift
The heightened view,
Cheer strings all gifts
In wise preview.
Leon Enriquez
13 August 2015
Singapore
He awoke, though he could not tell
if it was the middle of a long night
or the middle of his life.
The years before were sodden with autumnal leaves
and so he remembered much.
The mechanics had laid down their tools.
Social engineers played harmonic slogans
to the tone deaf.
A burdensome truth has been put down,
and few dared to pick it up again.
Then there are the girls; they have waited so long
for his kisses, and he now so aware and
no longer sleep-walking cannot undress them
with those velvet infatuations
he had saved just for this moment.
He recalls meadow larks and strong apple cider,
walks paused in the glow of painted lips.
Dark movie theaters, hands on white thighs.
Mountains and the ways around them,
the freedom of real choices.
A muffled pillow speaks to him
of what was once and what could have been.
Again he feels in the middle of both
watching time and circumstance
pull themselves apart.
He thought: How old do you have to be
to be in the middle?
Even now when the evening is closing
virgins easily birth new mornings,
he feels the wetness of their
coming and going.
He was a rough lad,
and he did what roughness can do,
now the melting has left him gentle
and in love with ghosts.
He must move without moving
drift soundless to where a world is suspended
in a timeless amber, an irreducible middle.
The new world order is off-kilter
bare-faced and inclined to decline,
its jellyfish arms glom onto
the frail and unwitting.
He will not leap forward with it,
he will abide now
where the past and future dream his dreams,
stay there at that halcyon center
where the air in his lungs is still sweet.
My tendency to slip into the dark-
a matter you have now begun to press.
In realms of time and pain, I ache no less;
you undervalue still, its lasting mark.
So see me stand before you, bare and stark;
I pray you’re not dismayed when I confess
the ticking clock alone cannot repress-
this sorrow hovers on a timeless arc.
I do not wish to burden or deceive;
if I could craft a spell, I’d cast it quick.
I’d wield a wand if it might do the trick,
but endless is this ache, I do believe.
To waste a wish on turning time is tragic,
for I have yet to come across this magic.
I do not like to see my face floating
At the foot of a ewer,
nor in drops of water, nor in the glassy eye
of a slaughtered goat.
I am beautiful, but water and cloudless gems
distort, they are torturers of disfigurement.
Since I saw my reflected beauty
I have been unable to mirror that perfection.
I have ardently endeavored
to emblazon the beacon of that first time,
when I, suffused in beams of crystalline air,
beheld my countenance clear
yet now I am caught, caulked, and diked
forever dogged by a stark magicking
from ever parading that delicate radiance,
that inaugural art of my gift,
my exquisite features.
Yet ever my mind’s eye returns
to that translucent and timeless time
that empyreal morn, so fine and fair
where I beheld what I thought was there
and believed upon it.
Clouds embrace, a pendant against its timeless
Climax, on a warm humid summer evening.
Shadows in the ardent garden, twinkling lights
Through sinuous motion paths, a maze we know
And taken for granted without trees near.
Through we run; fireflies softly shimmer in flight.
Brother and I, and one jar among us.
We watch as they flitter, flutter, and flicker,
Turning, twisting to stop without knowing.
Ever so slowly and quietly, gently with cupped
Hands, catch the moving twinkling light.
Here, I open wide my hands, into the jar it flew.
Peering long we stood staring in silence
On unbroken, trapped living light flickering
Gleam in the dark; then stillness gave way
Not a minute wasted.
We were lost between the evergreen shrub
Puzzle walls. The lovely maze, dark and deep
Seems like miles. Suddenly there came a wall
At a distance the exit path out of the maze.
6/24/2020
Maze - 10 Word Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: A Dear Heart
1. garden 2. maze 3. paths 4. sinuous 5. turning
6. trapped 7. puzzle 8. twisting 9. lost 10. wall
There's a special man I call my "friend",
With a heart that's gracious without end.
He employs it fully to love or grieve,
Yet never shames it upon his sleeve.
When side-by-side it's plain to see,
That we're as different as men can be.
We're yin to yang, to be exact,
And I'm as white as he is black.
My hair is straight, his head is nappy,
I'm oft subdued, he's always happy.
He's well-to-do, I'm hand-to-mouth,
And tho' I'm a Yankee, he's from deep South.
I'm quite capricious, he's even-coursed,
He's married years, I'm twice divorced.
He's traveled as far as a soul can roam,
While I've stayed mostly close to home.
I'm a simple gent, he's a true "class-act",
Yet we roll as one, and that's a fact.
Now, with all this contrast you might wonder,
Why our pact's not easily torn asunder.
But see, what's important to him and me,
Goes far beyond what others see ...
The things that count, when said-and-done,
Are the ways we think and believe as one.
What matters the most, right from the start,
Is how we connect with a kindred heart.
For we have a bond that can't be seen,
That's timeless, precious, and amaranthine.
And it's true that we're born of different mothers,
But this journey through life we make as brothers.
True, I have no vision what's to be our fate,
But I'm sure we're meant for something great.
For we share an exciting and wondrous dream,
That requires a strong and devoted team.
And throughout our journey, day-to-day,
The good fortune will be mine to say,
That in all the ways that I've been blessed,
When it came to friends, I had the best.
Happy Birthday, Buddy, don't mind the sum,
For I'm wishing you many more ... to come!
~ 7th Place ~ in the "Occasional Poetry" Poetry Contest, Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer, Judge & Sponsor.
( For my Buddy, Partner, and Wingman - Robbo T )
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