Long Turbulence Poems
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MYSTERIOUSLY BEAUTIFUL
Beautiful looks amazing azure sky
kissing ocean as turbulence thrashes
Mysteriously beautiful shy
glances dance under charming eye lashes.
Beautiful sparkles of scarlet Sunrise
also, soft crimson glow of sad sunset
Mysterious beauty of surprise
when you blush to come close and hesitate.
Beautiful bushy green blooming garden
beautiful fountain from mountain or hill.
Mysterious beauty: Cheeks to redden.
Beauty in lips to press: Mystery in thrill.
Mysteriously beautiful love
throughout lives we will enjoy and observe.
09/20/18
'Beautiful Mystery Contest by John Hamilton
"Poetry Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand"
Capture the change as time goes by,
Capture every moment the day sculpts,
Archive moments that gladden the heart,
Let those that sadden the heart fly away.
Relish in nature’s embrace.
Open the windows of your chamber,
Disperse the gloom that pervades,
Exhale the turbulence that permeates,
Walk in the newness the day brings,
Bask in nature’s bloom.
Treasure glee moments,
The night comes to everyone,
Just as the sun has its sinking spell,
Take this meandering road,
It leads to redemption.
Listen to the symphony in the dancing wind,
See yourself with new eyes,
Speak to being the unseen that thrills,
Good times will wheel to us,
If we let our mind take its wheel.
A miasma of memories… nights in solitude
Spiraling perdition… shadows intrude
Underlying trepidation… behind vacant eyes
A journey interrupted… by pathetic lies
Abysmal human flaw… egregiously depraved
Disguised in shining armor… sanity unsaved
A heart deeply damaged… no diastolic rhythm
A skeleton of tragedy… a diabolic victim
Psychopathic vengeance... brainwashed auras
Sinister and lurking… trapped in night horrors
Phantom turbulence … cause unknown
Screaming nightmares… voice is your own
Thuds of heavy footsteps… following behind
Dreadful premonitions… racing in your mind
Full body tremors… demons dance nearby
Destruction of a lost soul... surrender or die
Originally written as "Funeral of Self Will" July 18, 2016.
Edited and re-titled "Surrender or Die" April 14, 2018
blindfolded he came close to the edge of the cliff
that he was sure of because vertigo taunted him
decision time sprung open like a grandfather watch
on his knees he felt the spray of a thunderous sea
swirling foam covered his soaked quest for direction
but all side of escape seemed to be covered in spindrift
the journey so far had been kind yet now he was helpless
a flock of puffins shouted ‘move at your perilous fancy’
they mocked the traveller now for past transgressions
‘if only I had taken a different route’ he roared in despair
‘should have stayed closer to the confines of my home’
he regretted that he exposed himself for adventure
he nestled the silver chain that suspended the time piece
prayer beads on his lost mind and clouds with no lining
puppet strings attached to every conceivable move
one wrong step and he would free fall and instantly crash
shatter into reckoning under the impact of judgement
join the underworld without reprieve and atonement
a beacon of meaning in waiting he felt thorns of wild gorse
it smelled like coconut sun lotion on a beach of no return
maybe he could hold on to the scratched withering soil
in the thicket of memories and tribulations he was not aware
that his corrosion had positioned him on a stacked rock
surrounded by the ocean beyond measure of safety
he listened to the ticking time bomb in his scorched hand
resolved to accept the verdict with no leave to appeal
surrender and throw caution to an all knowing wind
just then a tornado lifted him up into a sky full of pressure
defied gravity as an appropriate response to lost choices
wondered whether he joined seagulls or the call of a dolphin
eternity transcendence and levitation ensued in split seconds
of fragmented solutions of high waters and heavenly respite
maybe he had lived his whole life for this moment of bliss
turbulence and commotion tore away the camouflaged mask
revealed his true persona as feet touched the very same spot
sleepwalking had taught him another lesson of letting go
19th May 2020
You take me on a grand flight
Every day and every night
A first class trip of loves desire
That is always getting higher
With the service I receive
I want to stay and never leave
A one way ticket to my heart
Is what you've bought right from the start
Snuggled in a cozy chair
I'll gladly fly anywhere
On the wings of pure sweet bliss
I was not prepared for this
When I started searching for
A love that I could adore
Most relationships would crash
Falling from my life so fast
My heart wings broken so badly
Every day my mind would sadly
Wonder if it would take off
Into the air and not toss
Me into a whirlwind of romance
And another hopeless chance
Until the engines on my heart
Would melt away this ugly clot
Of loneliness and despair
As I soar into the air
With a new love by my side
This is not a bumpy ride
The turbulence is smooth and slow
No news of crashing below
This flights in an new direction
Since you captured my attention
There is a part that yearns to take flight,
Unseen but understood,
Recognized by the one from whom it wishes to soar,
Invisible to the gaze of all.
It takes to the air, accompanied by turbulence,
The mind becomes a tumultuous sea.
It rises and brings forth darkness,
While the mind frantically searches for light.
Tempests emerge from the depths,
Impassioned in their wake.
They disrupt and unsettle,
Creating chaos among the elements.
The dark wings of the mind,
Block the light,
Bringing moments of unease and obscurity.
Mysteries lie beyond the pages.
February 15, 2025.
From lands a far and wide
where dreams take refuge then hide
in the distant starlight glow and ride
on the beauty of the morning afterglow which slide
into a birthday filled beauty and pride
a moment of celebration far and wide
to the husband; an aide
to the son; pride
to the family; a pillar and guide
through life's turbulence and tide
And so I join in celebrating your day
may joy and happiness come your way
fun-filled celebrations to say
of years well-spent and spark
a future of hope and luck
So blow those candles and make a wish
with happiness that fills every dish
a dose of elation and fun
that will last till the day is done
HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY DEAR
News flash
Paris attacks;
Violence strikes
~~~~~~~~~
Innocent deaths
Terror unveils;
Death delivers
~~~~~~~~~
Madness conspires
Human debris;
Bigotry unleashed
~~~~~~~~~
Evil men scheme
Distorted agendas;
Self-destruct roams
~~~~~~~~~
Good people die
Bloodbath escalates;
Terror unleashed
~~~~~~~~~
Signs of our times
Deceptive turbulence;
Mortal casualties
~~~~~~~~~
Moods swayed
Fear catapults;
Distorted means
~~~~~~~~~
Uneasy chimes
Violent crimes;
Explosive times!
~~~~~~~~~
Details of gore
News galore;
Killing fest
~~~~~~~~~
Retribution
Constitution;
Revolution
~~~~~~~~~
Sorrow sums
Deadly outcomes;
Cruelty strikes
~~~~~~~~~
Newsprint copy
Headline news;
Terror firms madness
~~~~~~~~~
Propaganda hurls
People fodder;
Bombs and bullets
~~~~~~~~~
Create if you must
Lodge your complaint;
Body bags not included!
~~~~~~~~~
Atrocities
Exclusive news;
Pain sells well
~~~~~~~~~
Face to face
Terror redecorates;
Body debris trophies
~~~~~~~~~
Why do you do
The things you do?
Tell me
~~~~~~~~~
Love hurts
Violence hurts;
We all hurt
~~~~~~~~~
Precious times
Ransoms forfeit;
Sad humanity mourns
~~~~~~~~~
The cycle of circles
Bad and good;
Seeking balance
~~~~~~~~~
Maybe we can
Find tomorrow;
Safely better?
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
15 November 2015
Singapore
When fear tugs at my dreams
Shadowing the joy
With dread and dismay
Discouraging the light with dark
That echoes alarm
Through the silhouettes
Of anguish and pain…
I turn to the One who brings me
Through the storms
Across the mountains of melancholy
The gloom that explodes
With its roaring rage, its angry
Rays of restraint, dampening
The faith that leads me to His grace
Where I can find a way
Through the worry, the ache
I turn to the One to whom I pray
Thy will be done – knowing
His way brings the light to my heart
The hope to my thoughts
The peace to my turbulence
Thy will be done is the way to say
He is the only One who remains
When all hope has gone and the pain
Lingers on my heart, overpowering
The wonder of a love so alive
It is like a raging fire inside
Dancing through the murk and mire
When all hope has gone and I’m alone
With the anxiety, tempting
Me to listen to its panic as it trembles
Through my heart, through my thoughts
Beckoning for me to an anxious place
Filled with fears, tears and years
Of misunderstood feelings and doubt
Pouring over my heart’s quest
For a peace that only grace can harvest
With its phenomenal mercy, its prayer
For His hand to fall over my soul
With a love that is vibrant and bold
A love that only God himself can show
To the spirit who believes and receives
The Son, the answer to every fear
The comfort for every doubt
The healing from the inside out
Thy will be done is the prayer I pray
When I need to say, “Dear God…
Take away this pain, this sorrow, and
Fill my heart with a love only You
Can inspire and assure, bring to life
Inside my soul where You remind me…
Courage in life comes from Your direction
The knowing that bravery is a sign
That You are the Lord of my spirit!”
Manned missiles in a queue,?Each big as a prehistoric creature,?Lined up for a lowkey suicidal mission.
I fly so many times-?I don’t know which one will be the last.?Should I finally buy into the reassuring safety claims-?Marketing ploys boasting longevity of service??Nineteen years of going places,?Says a cheapy flight.?No class system could save Titanic;?Would I be so lucky to stump fate?
The airline food-?Promises, with no exaggeration,?It will be there for us-?Throughout the ups and downs of life and beyond.
But turbulence comes unannounced,?Like a bumpy bus ride.?A thousand other rough patches later,?Still stirs up anxiety and TV dinners within.
I think I got away this time.?The tyres light celebratory sparks?upon meeting the ground.?And we, realists who don’t experience happiness-?Ever even once,?Overanalyse ourselves into painful exhaustion.