Long Travels Poems
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GREET PRISCA AND AQUILA, MY CO-WORKERS IN CHRIST JESUS, WHO RISKED THEIR NECKS FOR MY LIFE ROMANS 16:3-4
PRISCA (ALSO CALLED PRISCILLA) and Aquila
Were first-century lay missionaries who accompanied Paul on his travels
His praise of these two indicates that their dedication was exceptional
I wonder if I am ready to risk my neck for the sake of another
Could I be that other-centered?
These questions lead meto ponder what my motivation
For what I do
How ready I am to tend to those in need
I must constantly consider these things
My society pulls me toward individualism and self self-orientation
Placing others’ concerns before my own
Going the extra mile
Doing without something I enjoy
Allowing myself to be uncomfortable or inconvenienced
These are tiny but significant actions
Enable me to risk my neck for the sake of another
Readings and Gospel
Romans 16:3-9, 22-27
Psalm 145:2-5, 10-11
Luke 16:9-15
Form:
Universes of time, aged stars;
Silent and bright, how they swirl.
Each one lights its own corner of the heavens;
each stands as one body;
serving the universe, alone.
They all reach great heights.
There are no fears here of heights;
no phobias among these stars;
despite them having to stand alone.
Round and round they swirl;
each centrifugal body,
swirling in the heavens.
When people look at the heavens;
they look to great heights;
and peruse those wondrous bodies.
They stare and dream, beneath the stars;
watching them blink and swirl;
each doing their job together, yet alone.
The state of being alone,
up there, in the heavens;
in a constant state of, swirling;
can steer them to those, limitless heights.
Like people, they are travelers, those stars;
little gypsy’s in cosmic light bodies.
With no limbs to impede their bodies;
they travel to other universes, alone.
Each life has its own journey, even a star;
as it travels through the heavens;
it achieves, greater and greater heights;
never looking back, as it swirls.
Like stars, the human mind, with dreams…swirls;
within the mortal body;
Until it too, achieves great heights;
and doing this, very much alone.
Man dreams of rising to heaven;
just like the gypsy stars.
In the end, like dwarfed stars; the human mind will cease its swirl.
In the heights of heaven, there is no mortal body.
No soul is alone, yet without any spin, it achieves those new heights.
Charm has a sure say in this journey far;
Here we go again to see fine China;
Intent funds the way to find a sure star;
Note mountains and plains with clear agenda.
A trip deeper still to meet inner sights;
Touch can discern more as new frontiers greet;
Rise to sensuous thrills that come with sure flight;
Images to store as wonder finds streets.
Picture fond ideas that spring realms unseen;
Choice dazzles the way to unknown landscapes;
Allow fancy near to flower within;
Let new yarns portray myriad forms and shapes.
Look closer and coast the travels that span;
Sounds and sights that toast to a witness friend.
Leon Enriquez
17 May 2014
Singapore
Outside any object apparent
Absorbing an alternate zone
Poet trip travels are inherent
World beyond words - honed
Inviting keen readers to enter
Realms they undeniably knew
Existed, concur are meant for
Everyone's joy, not a mere few
Riding wave of sheer abandon
Sheltered from danger's effect
Poet makes assertions candid
Fence sit wish wash he rejects
Places horrific, stances to stun
Gifted writer recklessly reveals
Outlandish acts, on paper done
No ghastly side shyly concealed
Paradise blooms as alligator jaw
Heaven is for having with breath
Spectacle no actual eye ever saw
Is witnessed with contextual jest
Humour a flower flows from jib
Tickled imbibers tastily believe
Brain transportation, a best gift
Breaks obvious, grants reprieve
28th November 2020
Written for Contest : Where Do We Poets Go?
Sponsor: Silent One
Am I a guide within your view?
Whisper it—if it rings true.
I walked where quiet justice stirred,
Where duty moved but spoke no word.
Am I a voice among the crowd?
Let truth respond, though not aloud.
I bore your cause when few would stay,
And held its weight without display.
Am I the one you’d call ideal?
I left a trace—subtle, real.
From first to last, I did my part,
With anchored mind and open heart.
I wore no crown, no shining badge,
Yet stood along the silent edge.
And where I go, through dusk or dew,
The vow I kept still travels too.
Beyond the hour, I remain—
Not for title, not for gain.
No echo chased, no self to feed—
Just the motion. Just the need.
For something greater, still unnamed,
I’ve walked through ash, endured the flame.
No mirrored praise, no beacon bright—
Yet I endure, and hold the night.
The task unseen still shapes my way—
In silence more than words can say.
I tread where others fail to see,
And carry what was passed to me.
No selfish claim, no grasp for grace—
Just steady hands in shifting space.
What drives me none may clearly see—
But in the hush… the work is me.
Dreaming in the clouds
a stag of elegance
gracing with royal beauty
An emblem draws peace
inside the heart
You're eyes
dazzling smiles
travels inside
to a whole new world
Leading me into
the promised land
With a sprinkling
of sweet smelling
rose petals
Sending one piece
the foundations stone
to begin building
our palace on feelings
Dream embracing beauty
soft velvet
satin touching emotions
caressing within
The crowning glory
enchanting magic sings
Heaven's purest angel
the one of love
Each heartbeat
steams this ship
sailing with you
closer into
the sun setting
Paradise kisses you
in a spin
of daisies
One chain darling
draped around
you're neck
I believe
in you love
As the sun
sets beautiful
inside honey
golden happy
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Contest: YOUR CHOICE n
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Contest Judged: May 25th, 2025 2:41:00 PM
Placement: First
Painting on the easel,
The things we do apparently aren’t right.
The taste of bitter sweetness and the smell of diesel,
They say my last name sounds mediaeval,
Well,
Alright.
I see the world through the goggles of a pessimist,
We might be feeble.
The winds whirled and caught my kite,
Release my grip and forgo retrieval.
What’s mine isn’t mine by right,
It’s just how we see it through,
I’m talking about life.
About my life,
The pain we’re free to view as truly painful.
Poetry and that feeling to write,
Writing truly shouldn’t feel this shameful.
A dutiful soldier who finds poetry too graceful,
A stoic paladin whose words ride alongside my brother,
The Sky.
An angelic family tie.
My brothers laugh travels on by,
A Paladin’s poetry needn’t make you cry.
A flash a gleam a sudden stream
Slipping out of a hole like a snake
Her strength her flowing escape
A symbol of life she travels from
hidden places by routes that she creates.
Walking endlessly from rivers to seas
She lives within you and me
I hear her now without listening like
I breathe without thinking
She flows over rocks and drops without blinking
Music to the ears a dozen different notes
The pitter patter of rain
The thrill of a rivulet or roar of spate
Or just the constant lapping of the waves
Flowing into cracks and crevices or even caves.
12.2.2021
Sponsor:Brian Strand
Contest:All Yours Feb 12(1st Place)
Just as light moves through darkness,
Not the other way around,
So health moves through my mind
Into every region of my body.
Just as blood reaches my limbs,
Nourishing and refreshing tissues,
So enlightened thought travels
Into every molecule of my self.
Just as dawn arrives each morning,
Not because I travel to it,
But because the earth I inhabit
Has turned beneath me while I slept,
So freedom comes rising in my limbs,
Lifting cell by cell the power of life
Into the full shining radiance of love
Given to me again each morning.
Just as the universe of dark emptiness
embodies regions where light travels
Undeterred, so among the atoms
Of my body freedom flows,
Releasing energies unimaginable to me
But ever-present in the makeup
Of my boundless mind ... itself
Made up of universes undiscovered.
Now I see what never occurred to me,
Fields of light effortlessly reaching
Everywhere I have feelings, everywhere
I can consider who I am.
Now the morning rises in my body
And my self: my mind yields up
The light and wisdom that I give
To myself and every creature.
I am not the slave of feelings,
Nor the instrument of pain:
Divinity plays all my stops and strings
With melodies heard everywhere I go.
I am not suffering. Suffering is itself,
A thing apart, a dream, however real it seem,
Still a dream from which I waken,
Because I am the new morning
Of my every upspringing thought,
Upsurging yet serene, to which darkness
Must yield, before which, pain must fly,
Leaving me untouched, unconfused, unfazed,
Remembering only who I always was:
The image and the likeness of that light
That brought me here so that everyone might
Clearly see what and who they always are.
Christopher M. Swan 2009