Long Travelogue Poems
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The thought of traveling is inspiring to me.
So many amazing countries I've read about.
Places I've dreamed of visiting and long to see
by plane, rail, or car. Whatever my chosen route.
Excitement begins when my decision is made
as to where I'll go, close to home or far away.
Walking on a beach and watching the sunlight fade.
Perhaps this winter, riding in a one horse sleigh.
Planning the journey is always part of the fun.
Whether I'll be daytripping in Scotland's heather
or the Alps, my travelogue will be finely spun.
When it's time to get away, I have no tether.
I'll pack a bag on an impulse or merest whim.
Destination not always chosen in advance.
I've not thrown a dart at a map as a prelim,
but wherever it lands, I'd find reason to dance.
Witness to every notable trip
highlighting life and death travelogue strip
I can recount incidents bringing heart-rip
surpassing accidents of fatal engine oil drip
yet expressing to God thankfulness* midst blissful serenity-grip!
Once I served as an ambulance
to the infirmary I lost my balance
propelling mute patients utter remarkable parlance
calling the attention of road monitors’ nonchalance
despite concealing valance!
Unforgettable was my wedding ceremony route
as an entourage automobile, devoid of destination-doubt
maneuvering here and there midst distressed bride’s pout
just to get out from grievous traffic jam’s clout…
How we made it to the altar date was a miracle without a doubt!
Now as a vintage vehicle, I’m nostalgic of my great transport adventure:
new-born babies intensified my passenger seat’s caring gesture
restless special kids afflicted my steering wheel with toy torture
policemen grabbed me for hot pursuits’ venture…
All these showcase my significant roles of functionality-posture!
*1Thessalonians 5:18 In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.
July 23, 2019
Honorable Mention, "STRAND CHOICE 4,any form,any theme" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/24/2020.
Songbird acapella
Early morning hymn;
Balcony recital
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Blurry haze
Burnt ash off-odours;
Surabaya harvest
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Bridge underpass
Homeless man dozes;
Happy dreams lurk
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Chinatown brisk walk
Noodle takeaway;
Homecoming
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Coin shop interlude
Metallic global trips;
Static travelogue
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Darling smiles
Sunset stroll;
Silence speaks loud
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Fanfare flair
Just for today;
Death anniversary
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Wayside flowers
Mystic beauty;
Unknown aura
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Words fail
Noisy passage;
Sense suffocates
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Concoct a tale
Long-lost monologue;
Wayside flowers
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Motifs speak
Suggestive tone;
Hidden agenda
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Sexy disguise
Beauty coaxes;
Plain truth
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Steep temple steps
Heaven beckons;
Joss smoke signals
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Family gathering
Temple prayer offerings;
Ancestral shrine
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Embrace allure
Sexy attire;
Adrenaline rush
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Play dazzles
Childlike fancy;
Tipsy memory
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Fruit cocktail punch
Buzz of pulse;
Desire sums
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Friday textures
Crazy work week;
Winding down
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Pretty sunrise
Dawn ushers;
Change presides
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Leon Enriquez
28 April 2017
Singapore
Dawn comes
On the silk route;
Sun sparkles
Tour trip explores
Vistas of China;
Old and new transits
So much to see:
Lovely landscapes;
Crowded cities morphing
Words in my journal,
Thoughts on my journey;
Miracles and mysteries
Mötley tourist crowd
Eagerly guzzling down
All things China in spring rain
We take our time,
Explore the edges;
Collect instant memories
My darling translates
Classical Chinese tongue:
Basic English field trip!
Beauty in nuances
Cryptic language profound:
Where the Middle Kingdom reigns
Memories on record,
Thought distiller in word motifs;
Celebrate and anchor
Eventful sojourn,
Spring sensations --
Mystic revelations
Just the other day,
My darling said to me:
Take another China trip?
Leon Enriquez
19 Feb 2014
Singapore
Taste how time speeds upon the way,
Rich textures show how fancy grows;
Ask to meet needs that face each day,
Vouch in deep flow a touch that knows;
Etch a fine dream that moves your heart,
Love laughs a lot when times look tough;
Opt thus to stream life's vivid art,
Gain as wise thought bears all things rough;
Urge cheer to brave life's ups and downs,
End with clear heart that bears each pain.
Keep fool and knave just like a clown,
Ink words that start to bring fond gains;
Note your own style of love that charms,
Dream conjures smiles that love now farms.
Leon Enriquez
21 May 2017
Hamlet Place, ACT
After two weeks of riding the winds across the world,
I return to the nest where my heart had perched all along.
Meeting old souls and young flames was a melody of warmth,
Their greetings, like golden threads, wove memories into my soul.
Living alone in my quiet cocoon, I had forgotten the dance of life,
But among many hearts under one roof, I felt the fire rekindle.
The walls may have worn the years like ancient scrolls,
Yet the laughter within them lit the halls like chandeliers of joy.
Some lands felt like overflowing treasure chests,
Where a simple coin made me a king, if only for a day.
Others stood like castles on high cliffs, unreachable,
Yet the kindness of strangers built bridges across our differences.
I longed to stand before the great wonders,
But the stormy whims of weather and health held me back.
Perhaps, through the looking glass of a screen,
I shall still taste the marvels of my fleeting odyssey.
this nonconformist city
breathes a calm but edgy air
through gaps in the graffiti
and the street art everywhere
its face is sometimes brutal
but its heart and soul seem not
and it walks a sexy diverse walk
that’s cold yet somehow hot
(but I know I’m getting older
when those fun thoughts in my head
reject the swinging KitKatClub
for KitKat bars instead)
and all those wearing AirPods
sipping hot drinks on the go
pass tourists taking boat trips
slowly going with the flow
while the 'high tea' of a bratwurst
served from food trucks on the street
is eaten at tall tables
en plein air without a seat
and just like high end stores at home
the windows dress up nice
displaying priceless dresses
that are shown without their price
note too that no one jaywalks here
by crossing roads at will
not even during rush hour
when the traffic’s standing still
and when it comes to bridges
here’s a fact that crossed my mind:
there are more here than in Venice
and in Amsterdam combined
and by saving time by taking trams
that move berlin about
we spent time taking time in parks
where locals take time out
while the aiming and the shooting
by the wall towards the west
was just us aiming cell phones
shooting selfies with the rest.
but the death camp films and clothes we saw
of the many that were killed
brought tears that drowned a silence there
for the blood that humans spilled
and I cannot start to comprehend
the minds of those who kill
and just because I went there
- and just because I stood there
- and just because I wrote this
doesn’t mean I ever will.
Each year Deborah and I share one Christmas tradition-we do this religiously.
Together the day after Thanksgiving we buy our Christmas Tree.
As we head out to purchase our tree we are filled with anticipation
for we know the gift lies not in the tree itself, but in its decoration.
From the moment we open our storage bins and rediscover the ornaments they contain
It’s not just a simple trimming of the tree...it’s a trip down memory lane.
There is a special feeling about finding an old ornament time and time again
Holding it up and saying....Hey Deborah do you remember when....
Each ornament adds to the story of our life as we’ve watched our family grow
Most are significant only to us and carry meanings only we would know.
We have ornaments that remind us of our children,”Hey, isn’t that Ryan’s baby shoe?”
There’s a photo of Ali and me, Bryan’s manatee and pickles for the grandchildren too.
There are ornaments from old friends, a few of Whitman: he was a great dog!
And the ornaments of places we’ve been form a lifelong travelogue.
Each year when we’re finished trimming we have more than just a tree
There in the corner stands memories of our life...it’s an album in 3-D!
Every year when the tree is finished Deborah says, “Now you might think me mad,
but I’m sure this year, this tree, is the best we’ve ever had!”
As I stare at the tree and nod my agreement I think I can now attest
to understanding why every year our newest tree is the best.
Last years tree was the best we ever had…that was easy enough to see
but we’ve added another year of memories to the boughs of this year’s tree.
So as wonderful as last year’s tree was it’s the new memories we’ve amassed
that make this year’s Christmas tree a little better than the last.
And I’m sure as another year of memories in 2021 we add
next years tree will take it’s rightful place as the best Christmas tree we’ve ever had.
Journey starts
Kunming portraits;
Highway song
Here old and new
Merge yet apart;
Vignettes juxtapose
China welcomes
Both ancient and modern;
Sign of the times
Tour group confronts
Unfamiliar grounds;
Rough edges grind
Quaint ways of old
Ancient tales displaced;
Modern day norms intervene
Spectacular vistas
Natural wonders;
Man seems insignificant
Flood tide drowns
Flushing away;
False assumptions destroyed
Gust of wind
Reveals new passages;
Knowing does not know
Mountain peaks
Valleys well-clustered;
Fertile grounds well-used
Everywhere we go
People of all tribes;
A Chinese pageant
Human nature speaks
Polite tones sway;
Touch of humble quiet
These Chinese people:
Kind, warm, hospitable --
A touch of home
Himalayan backdrop
Mountains for company;
Melodrama purged
Methinks that I
Could hideaway here;
Unknown, undisturbed
One sure currency:
The Chinese language;
Pervasive, ubiquitous
Vast is the land
Far as our eye span;
Beyond imagery
Trades of all sorts
Risk is a sure thing;
Living is risky business
Ancient towns
Showpieces that speak;
In steady silence
Rivers and streams
Winding into quaint towns;
Ancient as old time
Pulse of the moment
Camera shutter snapshots;
Still life captured
Picture posture
By this arched bridge;
Keepsake souvenir
Sensory pursuits
Old Town bazaars;
Hasty trinkets acquired
Silver artisans
Hammer away;
Creations of white metal
Bric-bracs scattered
Awaiting curious eyes;
That impulse buy in tow
Round this village
Tourist show piece;
Modern commerce prevails
Bargains await
Hungry customers;
Weathered Oriental wares
In this roundabout square
Locals and tourists stride;
Seek new-found distractions
Spring time weather
Hot and dry and windy;
Like home without humidity
Our tour guide --
Cautions that silver jewellery
Best bought from reputable shops
Cheap price often
Compromises quality;
Authentic stuff cost much more
Lessons unlearnt
On-the-road trade routes;
Return odd regrets
A silver bangle
Heavy with 99 percent;
Quality speaks tons
Scattered eateries
Street vendors offer;
Glimpses that never die
So much to see,
Words fail description;
Feelings explore facts
Only ten days here
We see yet do not see;
Only vague interpretations
All too soon
Sojourn over;
Yunnan in mind mists
Leon Enriquez
31 May 2014
Singapore
Observe the flow to sense a feel
As moments grow in causal will.
See change sculpt form in streaming pace
As time breaks norm to cause strange space.
Look deeper now and come to see
As poise of how and why set free.
Dare to observe the march of time
As space knows verse in unknown rhymes.
Come to terms here with mortal finds
As fate now spears the feeble mind.
Create and see just what you cast
As fond beauty frees truth at last.
Turn beyond this unknown sea
As wit owns bliss in joy set free.
Begin to see your true story
As love truly in heart cheery.
Weave travelogue in certain flight
As sure prologue can know the light.
Leon Enriquez
23 November 2014
Singapore