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Doves cry when the earth is being disturbed
When there's conflicts and war they are perturbed
For doves are the dear Lord's symbols of peace
They bring olive branches to help wars cease.
Doves also represent the joy of love
The golden gift from heaven up above
They coo-coo-coo to attract their life mate
Then build a nest for them to populate.
Doves sing their song to tell you that they're near
A song that's soothing and moving to hear
Their musicality is a calm balm
Alike listening to a holy psalm.
Stay as innocent as doves Jesus said
Never let evil thoughts enter your head
Doves appear when one has a troubled mind
On angelic wings, bringing love sublimed.
When doubtest I, with troubled heart,
bent pleading for a brand new start.
Then cometh to thy gracious king,
'Let me be changed Lord, from within'.
Undo my ropes that bind me tight,
unshackle chains of sinful might.
That I may rise, now free from sin,
'Let me be changed Lord, from within'.
Now headed on the Lord's good path,
don't venture off, no turning back.
May I so tread the road that's thin,
'Let me be changed Lord, from within'.
And when one day, it is my time,
may your great light upon me shine.
That I may rise to thee and sing,
'That I am changed Lord, from within'.
03.24.2024
You showed me no mercy for my troubled soul
You crushed my dreams and took my innocent goal
You kissed me goodnight but you ran and stole,
My morning smile and left me with no role
To think it was you who held me too tight
The one person who taught me how to fight
And was it not you who showed me the light?
The one who promised me the love tonight.
If this is what I get for loving you so dearly
Then forgive me but I'll be coming for you severely
And I shall not show no pride and no mercy
For the wound you brought will show you the pain sincerely
I take not vengeance but me showing you my bark
For killing my only heart and taking its mark
Yet my kindness still resides upon my arc
So before I start, I shall ask you to give me your mark.
Note good and strange that tell so much,
Fake moods dot range as sly plots touch.
You wear a smile and stab my back,
Yet now I style kind words of slack.
I know your kind of crafty craft,
You think I'm blind with that cold draft.
You plot to kill my will most plain,
You seem to thrill with your fake gains.
I try my best to tell you now,
That your grand quest will bleed somehow.
You play a game that fear parades,
I know the same as faith moves trade.
All circles meet no matter then,
Bitter gall greets your very trends.
No malice here in good intent,
Your vile now steers loss in content.
I feel so sad to see such acts,
You seem so glad with mad, vile tact.
Deeply you fear the loss of face,
Yet it's most clear you taint good grace.
Fear breeds disease as time goes by,
Spoils that you lease bind karmic ties.
The day will come when pain curls back,
Huge compound sums will bind your slack.
So wise up friend and do things right,
Around the bend comes the dark night.
Leon Enriquez
07 February 2017
Singapore
In despair I cling to a barren oak
As eve- long screams without any command;
And though fingers grip blooms around my cloak
Doubt lingers on inside this heart quite bland--
Where misty rain taps upon deadened leaves
That boughs quake on drizzles trickling slow, slow
Until pale of anguish the moonlight relieves:
Perhaps I sense fresh April winds that blow
On a field of daisies growing plump roots--
Surely I could not weaken as life blesses
New springtime calling for hope, for pursuits--
My essence unleashing this dreariness.
Now, the song of a thousand dappled beams
Empowers me as glittered morn redeems!
Bridge Over Troubled Waters Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton 5/20/2020
Everyone has a story to share,
No matter if others may seem to care.
When asked, “What memory brings you the light?”
I think of the day when all felt just right.
A rainy day cast a somber gray hue,
With Vincent and Michael, my brothers, so true.
At Grandma’s we sat, with unease on our hearts,
“Why are we here? Why did we part?”
“Your parents had troubles, a great misunderstanding,
They thought it best to let time do the handing.”
“But five years is long; don’t you think that’s strange?”
I pondered aloud, feeling lost in this change.
Grandma looked troubled, then picked up the phone,
“John, it’s about time you face what you’ve sown.
These kids are asking, and they need to see,
You must end this mess; come home to your family.”
My mother was gone, with another man near,
Five years had flown, where once was mere fear.
“Time to move on,” I thought, feeling torn,
Yet hope filled my heart like a bright, shining dawn.
My father then called with a voice full of care,
“I’ve been blind to the truth; I should’ve been fair.
I miss you, my love, and the kids miss you too,
Please come home to us; let’s start life anew.”
“What’s happening?” Mom asked, with a heart open wide,
“I’m longing for home; it’s time to decide.”
A miracle happened, she let her man go,
And came straight back home, where love’s warm glow.
Dad quit his job, putting family first,
For the love he had lost, the pain and the thirst.
That night we celebrated, joy filled our tone,
We called it a reunion, a true happy home.
From that day forward, our laughter was free,
In this happy home where we all longed to be.
Now I sit back, wishing for playful strife,
Just a hint of the fire that sparks up our life.
For we are united, our love deeply sewn,
In this happy home that we now call our own.
Everyone has a story, and this one is mine—
Of reunion and joy, where the stars brightly shine.
The thoughts are risen: But nobody to listen;
Hot breaths from lungs continually waltzed over skin.
Everyday my sleepless heart cries alike the pouring rain.
I wish there could have been a “traffic signal” just to notify us
In times like these we cannot presume everything to be normal.
Doused frantic emotions stare at the glim.
Finding the gimmick of Love!
Let's dance together amidst the flower and devour Nature's power.
Amidst all the false accusations & tensions...
Our Undying divine love overflows boundlessly demanding immeasurable unite.
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2)Gentle Touch
3)In the Fragility of Dreams:
4)Seeking Love Signal
5)In Times Like These:
6)Summer's Heat
7)And Now for Something Completely Different
8)Script of Mother Nature
9)ABC Melancholic Angel Adopts ‘smiling Depression'
10)Split Second Memories Are Unforgettable
we cannot pinpoint the day nor time when God created all that we see
but we know when fire was introduced as a part of mankind's destiny
fire gave birth to many things it's a blessing and a burden as well
it has many good properties but it also burns in hell
that which has the most potential for good has the most potential for evil too
but as long as we don't abuse fire it's Godly purpose will stay true
now Pentacost was the day when all men were on one accord
a Feast of the Harvest to celebrate the goodness of the Lord
on that day a mighty wind rushed over everyone
and all were set on fire by the Holy Spirit of the Heavenly Son
the Holy Spirit is the comforter and the essence of God's kind
the Holy Spirit is the presence of God that soothes our troubled minds
set on fire a burning bush was what Moses did see
in the presence of God awaiting direction for Israels' destiny
set on fire those three young Jewish men when into an inferno they were thrown
for refusing to bow down to any other only to the God that they had known
set on fire to remove the dross and impurities in life
set on fire by the Holy Spirit of Our Lord Jesus the Christ
baptism by fire to be purified by the spirit of the Lord
like on the day of Pentacost when all were on one accord
to be cleansed of all anger, all hurt, all bitterness and all of the pain
now filled with the Holy Spirit energized and enlightened in Jesus' name
an internal combustion has occured for from within you've been set on fire
a new passion has erupted for by the Spirit you've been inspired
now powered by the Holy Spirit infused with the octane that is Jesus Christ
set on fire with the need to live a more Godly life
Pentacost the day when all felt the presence of the Holy Lord
set on fire speaking in tongue yet all were on one accord
My love for you is deeper than the sea
That stretches far beyond the horizon
And sparkles with a thousand stars at night
You are the sun that brightens up my day
The moon that guides me through the darkest hour
The breeze that cools me in the summer heat
You are the music that fills up my ears
The melody that lingers in my mind
The harmony that soothes my troubled soul
You are the fragrance that perfumes the air
The flower that blooms in every season
The honey that sweetens up my life
You are the reason that I wake each day
The purpose that inspires all I do
The joy that fills my heart with gratitude
You are my everything, my all, my love
The one I cherish more than words can say
The one I want to spend my days with you
More troubled times
My Dear Sweet Melanie, it is a terrible shame,
– for unknown reasons, you choose to remain -
that with this it, who plays a sick mind game
with your beautiful head, with your loving brain,
filling your heart with dread, your eyes with rain.
Without exception, every time, he treats you the same,
– to larger, and larger, and larger doses of pain -.
In your relationship, – I see – he is the only one to gain
from being involved with a beauty like you !
I am at a loss, cannot find the right thing to do.
I would like to see you stand up, move on,
walkaway – look forward – let him be gone.
I seldom have come to know, the reasons why ?,
what it is, or was about, that has made you cry,
for, in your silences, you have kept it from my eye,
– that which breaks your heart – hurts you so.
You may never let me in, you may never show,
And so, Dear, the truth, I may never come to know.
All this, my Dear Child, comes as no surprise,
for he is forever, constantly telling you so many lies.
It is not hard to see- unmistakable – shows in his eyes !
You have made some very unusual choices
and seldom will listen to concerned voices
who’s experiences, wisdom, wants to share
Ones who know, who see, who very much, care !,
who want to spare, - you – try and clear the air
so that you may know a fife that is more fare.
B. J. “A” 2
February 17th 2003