Long Tints Poems
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Unseasonal
Leaves shuffle on their stems
fall onto ones which fell before
not yet a storm of Autumn tints
those will blaze in a month
these are an early shedding host
that leave before the cold appears
in months of heat and sweaty brows
what signal do they heed
still green among the fallen fruit
now turning into soft brown dirt
as fresh shoots spring into the light
rosebuds plump in April sun
no hint of cooler nights to come
our evenings set to dine outside
with singlet days of Summer skies
this pleasure now declines
too long, too wet, too hot we cry
as humans always must complain
the tropics stretching south to us
our discomfort metres rise
none can say we’ve time to burn
or urge us spin the wheel and wait
the dial is set for our demise
for life to build a kinder race.
My soul
is in purgatory,
settling in fading tunes
of suppressed silence,
swerving perpetually
amongst
smoky quartz silhouettes;
swiveling through
the
dimmed dungeon
to unraveling shadows
of yesterday’s destruction,
moving in s l o w motion~
rejoicing invisible
rainbow glows
in limitless devotion,
fugitively
resenting the shifting
season of faith~
I question the
treacherous torrents,
through
unorchestrated symphonies…
where do the tides of jealousy
crash and hide to grieve,
over untouched waves,
when it has washed
away compelling
wishes
lost in perfect storms?
For, sometimes,
when trembling
skies bleed black pearls,
upon these aching lungs,
I think of every
nameless ghost
that emanates
familiar fragrances:
convincing
my naive mind,
there’s no evil
even in darkness.
Although I’ve
seen tints of
turning leaves conversing
with tantalizing tears,
whilst this volcanic
heart is ransacked
and ruined,
d a n c i n g away from fears,
forging meaningless scribes,
in fragmented fortunes,
left as debris along the
forgotten fields of
rambling roses drenched
in remorseful rain.
And I stand in the
eye of cataclysmic cyclones~
exhaling the exhaustion,
as the wolf moon calls me,
above million
mourning mountains
in musical misery.
Yet, when cosmic curtains
sequinned with
scarlet sapphires
of midnight skies
drizzle drops
of hibiscus heaven onto the
pages of my poetic haven,
I sketch stars in the shape
of magical w i n g s..
across cursed horizons,
to soothe my
troubled thoughts:
as it’s all in my head,
the
demonic devils dressed
in dragonfly
dust to deceive me,
unaware of how
I’ve been
blindfolded by
the brutal lies
I’ve told myself
in alienated expressions,
that the normal
can never neutralize.
Prize such fond surprise:
In floating balloons,
Watch happy arise
In bright macaroons!
Tints and colours mint:
Joy feels so tasty,
Feel palate dash hint
In treats sugary.
Prize moments entice:
In mouth feel that melts,
Watch wonder spring spice,
Warm ecstasy felt!
Orange, blue, beige and pink,
Colours of all sorts,
Violet and green mints,
Seize then the whole lot.
Almond powder floods,
Caster sugar fine,
Egg whites mix for blood,
Food colours align!
French macarons feast:
Surprise meets good taste,
Panache not the least,
Macaroons slow haste!
Honey for many:
Yet fond macaroons
Make me so happy,
Edible balloons!
Leon Enriquez
18 April 2017
Singapore
Set your mind clear with heart that knows,
Aim to live best that way of grace;
Choice sparkles cheer with a fond glow,
Reach with fond zest beauty you trace;
Embrace wise tact that flavours good,
Dance deep delight with lovely craze.
Voice your pure act with humble mood,
Ignite insight with charming daze;
Rouse in good time true purpose bold,
Trust paves the way through light and dark;
Urge precious chimes as truth unfolds,
Etch well each day with wonder's spark;
Sense in the now the path you take.
Near or far be what your soul needs;
Opt to know how love breaks to make;
Work thus sets free a wholesome feed.
Live each new step along the way,
Instant the touch of grace that cures;
Glimpse follows map through life's highway,
Happy as such the heart made pure;
Thrill in the peace of mellow feel.
Taste of good cheer through ups and downs,
Reap gentle ease as love distills;
Use joy to steer both smiles and frowns,
Tints of pure light caress your soul,
Health comes your way with fond employ.
Wealth beyond sight now makes you whole,
Inch thus each day with windy joy;
Speak with words kind to bear life's load,
Dream of good times that anchor zest;
Opt peace of mind on winding road,
Mull precious rhymes on trip and quest.
Light and love shine though thick and thin,
Old plots make new as seasons change;
Vet works most fine to breeze times seen,
Etch a bold you to mellow strange.
Leon Enriquez
29 March 2018
Singapore
And I fall down
As the sunset of life reaches out to me
in marmalade swirls…orange sherbet dreams
I follow in loose footsteps,
not sure of the bridges I cross
or those burned in the process
Alone I stumble on braided pebbles,
scattered along this serpentine path,
feeding my mind with thoughts
Peering back on what was,
crying when your picture finds me
Dark tangerine tints line the sky now
for the day…this day…my life
shall soon disappear beyond the horizon
Fading to a tiny speck,
hiding in plain sight where no one can see…or care
Finality sings its sad melody
in fractured bar chords and minor notes
As I again find you invading my soul,
reaching down from my heart,
the place you still reside
And I whisper I am sorry…for the pain
Collections of hurt I did not realize I carried
beneath shiny bows and pretty paper
Sending you away from me…my precious gift,
the loss of all that was me…you
Quicker my steps drive
to that straight line illusion beckoning
Darker still as minutes pass
for I know this end is mine alone
as the moon crests the sea and I fall…down
Seashells and Sunsets
Palm trees bow to briny swells
As tangerine shades in the skies suffuse
And aquamarine waves flow over coral shells
There are shells in lavender and chartreuse hues
And of many other colors they comprise
As tangerine shades in the skies suffuse
Cerulean mountains in the distance rise
As flowers with lemon tints dance among the trees
Of many other colors they comprise
The fragrant lilac sways in the summer breeze
Butterflies with saffron wings explore
As flowers with lemon tints dance among the trees
Bits of watermelon wash onto the shore
And seagulls squabble for a bite
Butterflies with saffron wings explore
In the sunsets fading light
Palm trees bow to briny swells
And seagulls squabble for a bite
As aquamarine waves flow over coral shells
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8/6/17
Contest Name: Seasonal Color
Dawn comes once more
With dazzling light,
Joy flings new spores
With awesome sights.
Colours and tints
Of mystic hues,
Happy now mints
A thousand cues.
Movement takes flight
In sensuous thrills,
Love sets things right
With grand goodwill.
Unfurl bright dreams
With vibrant feel,
Let focus stream
A lovely deal.
Come to know truth
That speaks of cheer,
Beauty shows proof
When love lives here.
Seize then pure joy
In easy strides,
Live play and ploy:
Enjoy life's rides.
Sing to the dawn
With soul and heart,
Waltz through this morn
As peace primes art.
Leon Enriquez
22 May 2016
Singapore
Pinpoints of wild rosette deepen the view
Into a field where blossoms flaunt their shade;
When August basks to grace our passion anew
Imbuing laced ecstasy … a rich brocade.
In fragrant whiffs renewing thrill of hours
Mild the sunset , bolder the lustrous tints
While we caress kiss glide on sky’s towers--
To lend our ardent love its flamed imprints.
Gently, dusk comes in earthen-colored flight
Till you stutter warm lines … begging for my hand:
O fireflies gleam in riots of delight,
A vow enkindling such pious demand.
From the raging wake of a new moon’s shine
I quiver to praise blest summer, divine!
Summer Love Sonnet Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton 5/16/2018
Checked via www.howmanysyllables.com
I stopped upon the Blue Ridge road,
at a clearing by a vista bold,
seeing miles of wooded ridge
and the sun settling down a smidge.
Reds and yellows streaking out,
across the sky and dappled clouds,
twas frozen there by vast beauty,
frozen also was the writer in me.
My mind should swiftly whirl in words,
to draw nothing now, quite absurd!
The tones and tints, so grand-standing,
across the endless heavens spanning…
Where was now the flowing lyric?
The sudden flush of creative spirit?
Was my job not to probe inside,
to find meaning in the crimson sky?
Would this not just fade to black,
If man did not pick up the slack,
if pen on paper did not write,
preserving the moments before night?
It must fall upon our fragile minds,
to give a weight of truth to time,
but from now until that final gasp,
I know I’m not up to the task.
The block of language, ever great...
some things it cannot replicate,
and all that I could ever really do,
was build a shadow of the truth.
But still I write it, still I push,
driven on until I’m fit to bust.
For if I do not at least try to speak,
then it’s just sunlight, behind a peak.
The detail lowered the colors:
That weathered flag with stripes and stars,
That had crossed so many borders
In declared and undeclared wars.
Young soldiers debark for glories.
The detail lowered the colors.
Old survivors tell their stories
Of comrades who died in valor.
We refused to doubt their honors,
Though causes have been disputed.
The detail lowered the colors,
While veterans were saluted.
To the widows, kind words were said.
The rifle squads rendered honors,
Then respectfully Taps were played.
The detail lowered the colors.
20140625. Note--'colors' means not only shades and tints of frequencies of light, but also refers to to a national flag in a military formation.