Long Trend Poems
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Depression, suppresion of the Iraqi people
Call for the brave, no longer feeble
Statues down of their once ruler
No longer reigns, no population puller.
Uday, Qusay the tyrants sons
No longer on power, now the weak ones
The search goes on to find their dad
In tunnels and bunkers below Bagdad
Operation Red Dawn, captured a want
His name Saddam, not worth the font
His reputation, now no longer a curse
This Iraqi nation, prayfully past their worse.
Let me take you back to 45
Berlin fallen, families died
But proud Germans, despised their leaders
To write a new, gain worthy readers.
Back to Iraq, as the forces cement
Sunni and Shia - Kurds will repent
Sadly not true, as markets ask
Suicide bombers, an impossible task
To police each person, on any given day
Won't stop their carnage as they like to play
Kalasnikov, Bullets and RPG
The currency of war, as countries will see
And to be truthfully honest, how do we repair
Stay at home watch TV, thank god i'm not there
The lines below are not errors by me
They are indeed tears, of the fallen you see
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It beggars belief, to open ones eyes
As another race, just wants to despise
As History has shown, whether neigbour or friend
I doubt Human Race will ever buck the trend
We will continue to kill, maim do or die
The End.
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war.php
but there is more of us.
Pull out ever Tick
Four letters
..nickname of royal prince
….P…..E…..then something ….O
Doh the clue
America seriously I wish we could help
but we have our own Loonies to deal with
What rhymes with finesse
Every lioness
I think I would have been a great God
……well above average
I mean you say you can’t see him
2000 odd years ago all he could burn was a bush
Look at him know
And his son hasn’t left the house since
well we did put nails in him
Does a Jesus wig get made with criss cross hairs
We should start a trend
Guessing which sexual law
By which actor
While the director took a back handed
I would give dogs 10 lives
Ha cats you only have 9
One more word dog and it’s going to single
Dig gits they make me s………..
for at least a mile
What if there is nothing left to fix
My stare can look like a glare
But trust me I might be a wear/where/wer
wolf over there
Watch I ensnare
Arming every bear
Watch the flare
Bboy in the air
Only lacking
the ability
to
care.
A few short lines tell
Of sudden departure;
No longer you dwell
To nurture nature.
So sad to now know
This abrupt leaving;
A deep hurt stings show
To break happenings.
I knew before this
Harsh broken passage;
Sought to retain bliss
In denial's message.
Foolish ways grip me
For time here is brief;
Yes a fool can see
But sharp pain chokes grief.
You were a true friend
In my crazy days;
Who now can help trend
The defaults that stray?
Grief makes sadness long
For old history;
Brief touch can make strong
This harsh misery.
I sit here in daze
To discover loss;
I make face at daze
To show I am cross.
Dust and dross we are
In a sense most true;
So curl my old stars
And see this pain through.
No words can make out
The journeys to here;
No voice can shape shout
In incomplet_ arrears.
Leon Enriquez
12 November 2014
Singapore
Align your fate with joy and peace:
Prime your true worth as grace makes light,
Echo the great grand precious ease;
Allow new birth to grant clear sight,
Cheer lifts your heart with zest that shows;
Emerge with cheer that knows no bounds,
Jest ever starts to fund wise glow;
Oblige love here that fills these grounds,
Yield to fine art as words find space;
Live now and then in vivid feel,
Observe the part that faith feeds face;
Voice cast and trend with deep goodwill,
Embrace a style that fashions grand,
Set your sure smile as joy spreads span.
Leon Enriquez
13 August 2015
Singapore
When cries do echo the walls of the ward,
Bringing you down on your knees with the pangs of emotions,
Watching tears trickling down your eyes,
Shaking the core of your very being,
As you watch the time tick away-
And every bit of joy seems to fade away.
So you bury your head in resignation,
As the atmosphere remains still,
Casting a eerie echo through your vacuumed mind,
Swaying you off balance like an hopeless being,
Then darkness spread its shadows upon your soul,
Blinding your visions of the relevance of existing.
Then you break down and like yesterday you faded away.
So were you wheeled away-
And all that surrounds you was the air of pain,
And the smell of medicine and the cruel face of the surgeon's knife makes you sad,
And you know not if your face will ever grace the light of tomorrow.
Those you loved; none by your bedside
Those you stood with by the hour,
None passed to drop you a flower.
You wobbled at life's foolery
And your face creased in fury
I think of you
Wherever this hour may bid you be,
I yearn to hold your hand-
Like a lover looking in the other's eyes
I yearn to be that vaccine
To heal you of your ailment.
Hear me as I penned-
This feeling of mine in verses
Be not scared-
As a poet shares in your plight.
Do not be worried,
Lest your mind be troubled.
Let this incandescent metaphors
Lift your spirit high
And make you heave a sigh.
You are strong,
Your heart is that of a lion.
You are an achiever,
So believe in the hands of the divine.
You are a motivator,
You bring us words of inspiration.
You are a loving father,
Your presence we all do cherish.
You are a friend,
Someone loving through the trend.
You are life-
That's why I wrote you this incandescent metaphor.
Why seek the truth in the calm light?
Apt the strange glow of love that streams,
Reap touch of proof as act meets sight;
Mind syncs the flow of profound dream.
Wise is the man who knows the way,
Opt the odd choice as vision shows;
Reach with a plan that frames clear say,
Keep that fine poise in poignant flow.
Word how you feel where love moves grace,
Indulge your quest in purpose grand;
Sense cheer that thrills your voice in space,
Dance in the fest as faith charts trend;
Oblige the surge of primal joy,
Merge final urge as finesse toys.
Leon Enriquez
23 July 2018
Singapore
Marked with awesome color-change radiance
Autumn showcases marvelous wonders
Designed by great God*, devoid of blunders
Exposing great nature’s glorious brilliance.
Midst phenomenon that’s iridescent
Fall’s beauty shines in every hue’s detail
Seen through foliage so magnificent
As glowing leaves of magenta prevail.
Boughs in crimson, scarlet, orange do blend
Championing divine artistic delight
Marked by show of russet or auburn trend.
Declaring blest autumnal glowing might
*Psalms 95:3 For the LORD is a great God, and a great King above all gods.
September 30, 2023
2nd place, "Autumnal" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet; judged on 10/5/2023
Song to love, song to listen and song to sing.
In life, Music holds a specific meaning.
In list of hobbies, Music at top to bring.
Knitting is carried on through maternal gene.
In this trend both my Grandma and Mom were keen.
Natural skill continuing from my teen.
Since childhood, Drawing - Painting : My recreation.
Simultaneously those are my creations
Not as an expert but I wish to mention.
Composed Drama being a story - Writer
As such, script writing became my hobby later.
Stage performance - Telecast displayed better.
In the twilight hum of broken cities,
where glass teeth bite the smog-choked sky,
I walked—a stranger to my own time—
past dreams rusted in neon haze.
"This is the kingdom we made,"
whispered the wind through hollow streets,
"not with love, but with longing unfulfilled."
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I. The Circle of Shattered Masks
Faces gleamed in fractured mirrors—
perfect, painted, pixel-deep.
Beneath the glass:
eyes dull as drought,
lips sewn with threads of trend.
They dance to rhythms of curated lives,
each step a scroll,
each breath a borrowed dream.
Here walk the hollow, the desperate to be seen,
trapped between reflection and reality.
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II. The Market of Broken Promises
Silver tongues shout from golden towers,
selling futures already stolen.
Coins drip with sweat and sorrow—
the cost of hope traded for hunger.
A merchant, crowned with digital thorns,
whispers: "Buy immortality. Cheap today."
But the ground beneath him crumbles
into oceans rising, hungering for land.
"All wealth returns to the dust,"
carved on collapsing walls.
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III. The Garden of Artificial Eden
Steel roots twist from concrete soil;
trees bloom with screens instead of leaves.
A woman made of glass sits beneath them,
her fingers tapping prayers into code.
"We built paradise," she sighs,
"but forgot the soul."
Silicon flowers flicker,
their light too cold to warm.
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IV. The Chamber of the Last Oracles
Silent prophets, blindfolded, sit in rows,
wired to endless streams of data.
Their lips part, but only static spills—
truth drowned in the noise of the network.
"Is this wisdom?" I asked.
But my guide traced a circle in the dust
where answers should have been.
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V. The Hollow Throne
At the journey’s end—a throne of ash,
raised high on promises unkept.
No king, no queen—only a crown
resting on emptiness.
And the wind whispered again:
"This is how the reign ends,"
"Not with a cry of power, but with silence reclaimed."
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Epilogue: Between Light and Shadow
So the world turns in quiet descent,
from gold to ash, from dream to dust.
For in this twilight of longing and loss,
the hollow inherit the earth:
Not with fire, not with flood—
but with the slow fading of light
and the soft sigh of things undone.
(1/14/13)
the unborn child still in the womb hoping to come out real soon
it senses its mother is thinking to abort
then its existence would have been much too short.
it tries to scream ti its mother:
i know that i;m not fully developed and that you can not see
how beautiful with me your life will be.
i can not understand as why a gift from God
you would want to end
is this becoming the latest trend?
you have yet to see me , to look at my face
you think you'll have another one to take my place!
what if i was the only one destined to be given to you
then regrets you will have your whole life thru.
does life mean so little to you
because you're in doubt and don't know what to do.
all i ask is the same opportunity that you've been given
when your mother thought that your life was worth living.
please don't classify me as a mistake
for when you open up your eyes it may be too late.
(C) L . RAMS