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Earth’s natural gemstones thunder down
Miriards of multi sized scattered diamonds tumbling
trained jewels, beads, roll down roof glazing
Tiny shards of light begin to bounce, dance and reflect magnificantly
At first twinkles of days sunlight peep from behind storm clouds
Enters sunrise, day breaks
Vast darkness of night-times tears quickly disperse
evaporating to the brighter warmer climate
Nature’s tears are quickly dried
Outside still few mirrors remain reflecting the skies and beauty
Besides these little basins of wonder
patchy shadowed pavements still damp retract
As temperatures rise I recollect musing over shrinage of moisture
Just as the tides retrace their steps back to the oceans
But who ever sees their journey thereafter
The cycle of life continues whether we notice or not
So every droplet wasted counts
As climates change so must we
Earth and sea compositions alter
It’s down to us to make a difference
To help preserve and protect the living species
and precious commodities we need for every day living
before these treasures are lost, gone from our world altogether
Richer or poorer are we crumbling our planet
At the cost of bling we run down waste holes
Or leave to trail the land around us
Are we throwing our futures away
Should we not be evaluating the cost of new things precious
The waters of life, catch them if you can
Earths natural gemstones thunder down
Witness the times
In broken glass,
The splintered rhymes:
"This too shall pass."
Too soon the day
Dawns upon daze,
Square up last play:
Calm choice creams craze!
Here by the bay:
Dragon Boat race,
An epic play
To forge last trace.
A change parade
Comes full circle,
A new charade
As fest twinkles.
Each to a spot
To frame and forge,
Each maze allots
A peak and gorge.
Here as we go
As heart attends,
Sync sprint and show
To weave new trends.
Change feels so strange
In vivid poise,
View the new range
In sanguine sight.
See then the truth
Pin shadow waves,
Glimpse timeless proof:
Dare live life brave.
Blessings now lift
The heightened view,
Cheer strings all gifts
In wise preview.
Leon Enriquez
13 August 2015
Singapore
The eighth lioness of the field arrives
permeating heat, inhaling exhaling mist
of blistered days perched on strands of
morning glories and floats of shimmering
porous sun.... she will throb like a wild
gyspy air, like so she will inhale
on thirsty lungs blowing bright rubble upon
brooks and shores where twinkles
of light feed their need for humid
skin: lush grasses glint with
perspiration huffing and puffing
the unfinished sentences of a day
which plunges into an ocean of moist human
abandon.
Daughter of Cancer- Leo,
she will adorn the midsummer mantle with
a rhapsody of August’s saucy haze.
And in her nymph-like silhouette, lovers kiss in
unrestraint confessions where forests open
their secret gardens and tender beasts chew the fire
of an impassioned night...
this of which August rides without shame, without
brain.
Favourite Poem From December 2017 Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Inspiration from Klimt's Painting,' Woman In Gold'
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Written 12/23/2017, Resubmitted 11/8/2018
My stance in front of me, komorebi
I stand a brisk falls midst autumn trees
My Father’s sunlight, shining awe bright
Through illuminist lines shines catechism
Strings and streams of visual lights
Cascading streams raining down lit visions
Of downward peering streaks of light
Shines shun the spears light twinkles
Radiant beams of light shining
Through the foldage branches stock
Like beams of brilliants sights
Peekaboo peeking streams lines of light
I stand a brisk autumn amidst autumn tree
My stance in front of me komorebi
11/9/23
For Komorebi Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Craig Cornish
Old guys
don’t look cool in jeans
with frayed fabric
and faded seams
So I’ve developed
my own unique style
with colourful clothing
accessorized with a smile
For this old guy
a stylish cap is my choice
I have a twinkle in my eye
and a kind gentle voice
It’s true I don’t wear
a younger man’s clothes
It would make me look silly
and I’m not one to pose
So no fashion from Paris
Italy or France
But if you play me some music
I’ll ask you to dance
So even though Old Guys
don’t look cool in jeans
We’re cool in our own way
still living our dreams
Wrinkles and twinkles
A smile and a wink
Colourful clothes with a cap
happy to join you for a drink.
Oh! sweet verses of love, how gaily you recite tonight
Ballad of a pretty woman, lauding her knight tonight.
Rewarding entreaty, granting wish of love’s fantasy,
Tolling bells of glee, angels of bliss will alight tonight.
Thinking of romance beneath twinkles of euphoric stars,
Oh, I'm overjoyed, how quixotic feels moonlight tonight!
Pursuit of love endearing desires, anxiously inquires:
Will the blushing smile of beloved-eyes excite tonight?
On pillars of ardor, I built your castle of passions,
Will blossoms of your flowering longings delight tonight?
Voice of love that wrote our story, ruminates joyfully:
Embracing dreams of lovers, two souls will unite tonight.
Words of prophecy announce in epistle of romance:
Blazing fervor, spark of fervid hearts will ignite tonight.
Exulting in ardent kiss, as your name keeps calling me,
Existence of this prince vows to melt in your sight tonight.
Dazzling my zeal, seducing me in your sexy appeal;
Burning flame of my heart, your flirting eyes invite tonight.
Ah! our night shines in divine halo of Aphrodite,
Saluting love’s promise, epic fable we write tonight.
September 12, 2020
Placed 1st: Ghazal poetry contest by Silent One
Fourteen syllables per line (howmanysyllables.com)
the twang of her country boots
slipping, sliding on peanut shells
spurs are loose, on the run
her tongue like a silver bell
Jimmy fringed suede
swaying side to side
this cowgirl raves
with a wink and a down-home grin
simplicity cascades
from her resplendent crown
her slender fingers strum
her cordial gee-tar
yee-haw, the crowd lauds
loud and proud of the star
she twinkles and soars
high-fiving the lights of the ebony sky
11/14/2019
the light colors my faith in prayer and praise, laughter that lingers on the longings of grace, forever aware that there is a place, a ever after, where the moments flow and know, God is still in control – quote by poet
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breathing light into the darkness
feeling the joy soar across the skies
laughing, smiling, sharing the elation
from a heart who twinkles in the eyes
whispering pleasure into the moment
as I inhale promises of faith and hope
inspirational vines of whimsical emotion
who brighten my thoughts so I can cope
murmuring healing across my soul’s wonder
as I clutch the bliss that frees my mind
listening to the sweet silence echoing songs
felt by the beacons of gentleness so kind
kissing away all pain and sorrow with a gasp
in shadows hued by memories I still hold
feelings which glide through recurring dreams
awakening love that is so alive and so bold
embracing my spirit with a melody of emotion
imaginings so awash with insights I will clasp
arousing my aspirations of exhilarating ideas
with affection derived from beliefs I can grasp
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Writing Prompt - Grasp - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
June 28, 2021
We have scarce put our lips
to a drink of sparkle,
through years of wishes that
fizzed, only to fizzle.
No cork missile has exclaimed
into our ceiling’s muted white,
trailing bottled-up yearnings
a triumph has given flight.
Rarely has a foam-clad genie
danced high with a splash of hair,
sprung by a sudden silver lining
from her golden-necked lair.
But why should we not toast
so many years of quiet bliss,
anoint so much unsung labor
with the frisky nectar’s kiss?
Why should our small victories
not be awash in shiny amber,
when we’ve held fast to purpose
against darkest days’ temper?
Why, my dear, do we mourn
lost plots of grander scope,
but not raise high the twinkles
to the courage of saner hope?
Before this life we’ve shared
joins yesterday’s relics,
let’s drink till we’re tipsy to
our ordinary heroics.
It were you
It's been ages as I wait
moments frozen in my silvery plaits,
Years be counted in my wrinkles
passion shines as hope twinkles,
Autumns returned in the orange hue,
as crispy leaves cherished their due,
Vibrant flowers in mesmerising cover,
Wished it were you back every summer !
I waited as perished every flower,
and sweet fruits all turned sour,
Yellow leaves swiftly bid adieu,
Turned at knocks to find it were you !
Many autumns passed by
to the sweet lovers convoy,
As I reeled in worst of fears
my emotions shuddered in tears,
How long ! How long do I wait ?
With brush of youth, I colour my plait,
and camouflage smiles with wrinkles,
to find if life the soul can sprinkle,
As breeze renders me a soft caress,
Tranquil in time our breaths coalesce,
raindrops to tune of our hearts will rhyme,
Sure it must be you teaching mime !
Inspired by song by Suzanne- It could have been you
Album #2
Written Sept 17th, 2015
For contest by James Fraser
Awarded N/A
Now entered for "Screwed VII" contest by rob carmack
Awarded 2nd place win
Now entered for contest "Romantic poem- old/ new"
Sponsor- Skat A
Awarded 8th place win