Long Transact Poems
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Buzz of human feet,
Crowds swarming the trains;
Sea of faces meet,
Private matters strain.
Downtown trip we take,
Darling and I plow;
Human nature stakes,
Umpteen whys and hows.
We reach City Hall,
Find our way around;
Tour the festive mall,
Bright shoppes anchor grounds.
Caterpillar queues,
Await to transact;
Bored faces review,
Weary wait feeds tact.
The Christmas sale steers,
We jostle for stuff;
Bargains that endear,
Buy more than enough.
Busy feet aspire,
The shopping spree floods;
New wares tempt desires,
Whet the pulse of blood.
We discern our needs,
Separate our wants;
Let discrete thoughts feed,
Get brisk shopping done.
Here we wait in line,
Curious eyes pursue;
Attention defines,
Pry odd avenues.
We pay to exit,
Seek out attractions;
Find meal time retreat,
Wholesome consumption.
Homebound subway train,
Swift and fast and sure;
Feel stamina drain,
Goodie bags secure.
Our downtown tour spells,
Whim and fancy grooms;
Easy moments tell,
Intent fills sure boom.
Leon Enriquez
05 December 2014
Singapore
having aged, we’re no longer in our prime
yet vibrance of our heart remains intact
tweets of love continuing to transact
each moment deemed as the optimal time
heart sings a song and we dance to its chime
lost in ambedo trance, God’s grace attract
and as bliss beats with our form make contact
resting in stillness mind conjures a rhyme
one day this dream life will come to an end
but since we dwell in heart and not in mind
presence is upbeat, suffused with cool heat
borne by bliss, our chosen way to ascend
pure love drenched soul following the scent blind
delights as refrains of rapture repeat
with their words they
embark our minds on a
a journey, a journey to
the garden of Eden, where we
would have jobs, houses, clean water,
electricity, education and better infrastructure.
"Were they claim to have improved our standard
of living".
their words perplex us, traps us, deceives us like illiterate
fools we are, their actions humor us, enlightens us, thrills us,
all in the name of the X.
Their songs takes us back ,back to the days of struggle, sorrow and silence.
Days that paved that gravel road from where we were in 1994.
they do this, all this, in the name of democracy, hiding behind it,loving inside it,
breathing within it, like cacoons, while we make noise like baboons protecting them.
For what?, For them to be rich?, for them to transact our votes for lies?.
damn CAPITALIST.
Their words welcomes offshores with both hands and prohibits my brother from
another border, who suffers because of their policies, protocols, in-competencies, and laws of flaws, from where he comes from. Were the idea of democracy looms on his poor and literate head. Were liberation and democracy was guaranteed, but not freedom. Which looms in my head, were the idea remains on my head, manifest in my heart, runs in my veins, arteries and soul. Where the idea will have to be vowed out, the idea which i will have to pass to my descedants
Form:
You act like you’re all that -
gaining green when you rap,
but I say lines of utter crap
come from your verbal flap.
You lack and I can back that.
My slapjack, whapping facts
would not be rinsed with tact
since odds are a massive stack
of my fly responses so snap
they’ll waste yours to scrap.
You’ll bleed a need for a map
just to sense our distance gap.
I could secure a win wrap
in the deep sleep of a nap
with word whirls of pure blur
punching, crushing your rap,
maiming your able so unstable
it’s incapable to react transact
any how to track your ego back.
My hit of truth would impact
and sack your rap so abstract
that my heard word redact
would squish lisp yours compact,
then subtract, detract, refract
and ransack precisely exact
the trash you call a talent act.
So, go! Sate-debate my rap trait.
It's not the exchange rate or demand I value,
When I think of any United States Dollar;
I think of the currency note or coin whose view,
Depict biographies of persons of valor...
John Quincy Adams, nation-thinker of no class,
Thomas Hart Benton, eminent and credible;
Salman Portland Chase, an inspirational bass,
Henry Clay, a slave-owner turned slave-loveable...
George Washington, known for highest integrity,
Abraham Lincoln, best of men of principles;
Theodore - stood for the earth- regularity,
Thomas Jefferson, gentle and personable...
I'd collected some dollars to keep them with me.
It's not because I am a dollar collector.
I collect currencies of any small country.
It's to be in touch with them as their respecter.
Struggle and freedom from merciless genocides,
From slavery, slave-trade, national apartheid;
Theft of land, heinously greatest of homicides,
Each in a dollar imprinted and embodied.
Bills might come and go even Bill Clinton did so.
Bills have values only when they have their backgrounds.
Bills have no values when newer bills make their show.
Bills or no bills. Life goes on just like hare and hounds.
Bills have much value when they come to India.
This is why the American's like to visit.
They argue, bargain with the common media.
They find Indians are full of humor and wit.
The dollar is the treasury of history,
Let us not just look at the number and transact;
Stop; look, think and contemplate on its mystery,
That you get many a meaning to facts abstract.
13 June 2021
$ Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
Love is a blessing,
Love is a miracle,
Love heals,
Love resurrects,
Oh, what a grace!
To humans,
Love is magic.
Yeah!
Love drives
Love invigorates
Love sustains
Oh, love protects
Love guides
Love, love, love
A magic current,
A palpable feeling,
Almost tangible,
An invisible glory,
Conspicuously hidden
An inaudible melody
Sweet to the soul,
Nearly testable,
The lingua can attest
Love
It fills the air
We know its odourless scent
It warms the mind
And gladden the heart
Calms the nerves
Even the skin knows about it.
A universal language,
For the unborn, young and dotard
An unlimited force,
Knowing no boundaries
Across human races,
Brown, black, white or yellow,
All perceive this precious grace
The beasts and fowls comprehend it
The birds of the air can reciprocate
What an unfathomable currency
For the fauna and flora of the world
That each can transact with!
Love!
Glorified and honoured,
Sung and spoken,
What an invention
What a design and creation
In the likeness of the Creator,
To be created,
Only Love could create love.
Love, love, love.
Life is a game with cards that come,
Wear well your name and live wise sums.
Do what you do and dare to act,
Yes live and woo your game and tact.
Live well with change and walk your way,
Pain may sound strange yet frames each day.
You know the fact that pain now shows,
Live and transact the gains you grow.
Cards confront gaze with challenge loud,
Dare live through haze with mindset proud.
Joy helps you see beyond mere strife,
Love thus can be the light in life.
Play with the cards that comes around,
Feisty works hard where conflicts ground.
See that you see your path set free,
Live well and be true and easy.
Leon Enriquez
19 September 2016
Singapore
Dark night
Haze shades grey sky;
Humid weather groans
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Lovers waltz
Wedding banquet glimpses;
Joy unfurls passion
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Old cobbler squats
Busy with mending
Worn-out footwear soles
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Odd couple argue
Over supermarket things;
Appetites collide
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Newspaper vendor
Old lady preaches news;
Gloomy Monday
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Wet market ambience
Hazardous slippery floors;
Unsightly misadventure
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Old friends meet
Rough bump and detour;
Nothing to transact
~~~~~~~~~
Salesman selling
Nobody's buying;
U-turn runaway
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Smoke fragrance
Disturbing haze flings;
Coughing episodes
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Bamboo trees
Marking the years;
Resilient grooves
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Words on rice paper
Tell of old dreams;
Unfinished fragments
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Old sepia memory
Old times forgotten;
Rainy day debris
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Old ghostly figures
Lingering presence;
Blessings abide
~~~~~~~~~
Mosaic motifs
Classic designs haunt;
Baby boomer keepsake
~~~~~~~~~
Howling wind
Sings eerie songs;
Haunting melody
~~~~~~~~~
Message in a passage
Wet dreams sum;
Memory reflects
~~~~~~~~~
Ecstasy greets joy
Calm the new charm;
Placid tranquility
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
12 October 2014
Singapore
December rains
Hurl aqueous tears;
Salty aftertaste
~~~~~~~~~
Monsoon season
Wet and wet again;
Abrupt mood swings
~~~~~~~~~
Seek knowing
Beyond word count;
Awareness sums
~~~~~~~~~
Wet market lanes
Slippery slimy walkways;
Jerky footfalls splash
~~~~~~~~~
Bargain hunters
Black Friday sales;
Mob mentality
~~~~~~~~~
Hot tea brew
Random conversations;
Drifting away
~~~~~~~~~
Rustic tea house
Aromatic fragrance;
Poignant deluge
~~~~~~~~~
Elemental harmony
Geomancy fortifies;
Feng Shui master
~~~~~~~~~
Jigsaw puzzle
Mystery unravels;
Fumble finds fit
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Zen garden landscape
Urban renewal;
Haiku path stillness
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Lunch crowd loiter
Naked hunger rumbles;
Feasting interlude
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Sexy slim cigarette
Nicotine flames flash;
Smoky surrogate
~~~~~~~~~
Wayside vendor
Newsy progress;
Piecemeal collisions
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Boy of four
Pounding iPad universe;
Savvy disposition
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Playmates
Playground;
Pretty paces
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Sleepover
Makeover;
Stopover
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Roadside vendor
Poor farmer smiles;
Empathy consolidates
~~~~~~~~~
Hibiscus flowers
Red for good luck;
Flashy sunlit smiles
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Temple tour
Ancestors await;
Mindful conversation
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Change manifests
Simply succinct;
Leftover memories
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Web portal
Too much glut;
Information overload
~~~~~~~~~
How come?
Why now?
Much too late
~~~~~~~~~
Be still
Change reveals;
Transact transit
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Leon Enriquez
12 December 2016
Singapore
in midtown, twin clock towers chime.
their peal resembling tumbling coins.
procrastination, now a crime,
consummate idleness purloins.
youth may clutch her bottled seconds
to transact on a rainy day.
she addresses urgent errands.
handsome faces gallop away.
i've seen my own spring and wither
between these effortless minutes.
cherished vanity's coy sliver,
wasteful without observed limits.
i'm liquor-free and off-caffeine,
walking in sunlight on cool grass.
crunch my vegetables, staying lean,
extra sands upon the hourglass.
lost my rosaries. almanacs!
are charming nooses, rave and posh
pocket planners build sky-high stacks.
moments have no spares, cut the bosh.
shouldn't spend my flowers wantonly,
chastising walls, scaling degrees.
there's never enough time, truly
to claim wealth from its poverty.