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Being explores
The cause becoming
In transcience here
Brief is our stay
On earthly shores
Where being explores
The way to go
In script unsure
Is mostly trial-and-error
Follow the heart
That seems to know
Just how and why
The answers come
In unsure steps
That reveal hindsight
So many questions
That come to light
In odd equations
Some seek to find
The unknown sea
Yet fail to be
True magic is found
As courage acts
To fact and form
Be unafraid
For fear casts a veil
Burst all illusions
Life yields to love
Surpass the mists
Go beyond fear
A deep dark cave
Protects the truth
From undiscerning fools
Illumination comes
With layers peeled
Life's like an onion
See that you see
Beyond all sensing
Truth waits for you
Recognize your gifts
Use well your talents
Reason why you're here
Each to a lifetime
Well worth living
God makes no mistakes
Being starts flow
Becoming now grows
Blessings here show
Seek the true light
That lights your way
Dare to be just you
Just like a flower
Bloom where you are
Live your best face
Leon Enriquez
21 November 2014
Singapore
You opened up the door to my dim crestfallen heart
Once you stepped inside, the door slammed on you, no longer apart
The dreary atmosphere tightened its arms around you
Aching for something to brighten the corners of my mind
You were the first to enter my desolate land
It was barren and bare, a desert of sand
Yet you still bent down and let the granules fall between your fingers
The resigned architecture within me, I'm writing myself an elegy
Antithesis to my desert, a shadow of clouds casts over you, it lingers
Foreboding the future you're in for, I was unaware of this tendency
You didn't know exactly where you need to be
You asked for directions from Descartes
He directed you across the forsaken land
You traversed for me, one of your counterparts
I wish my door had a lock
Maybe I should have answered it when I heard your knock
I let you straight in, unbeknownst to you who you are
I'd never dream for you to be someone I saw, my forbidden star
You left my heart dreary, yearning
You took advantage of me, undiscerning
You made me want to learn the guitar
I'd be your artist for a pourboire
But you pulled at my heart's strings causing them to depart
Please help me put them back together, this wasn't in my compart
You opened up the door to my dim crestfallen heart
I wish I had never let you in, I wish I could forget everything
I want to hate you
Please let me hate you
You scorn the work my chisel made,
Yet you have never held the blade.
You see the flaws, call them mistakes,
But you have no idea what it takes.
It’s easy to point the finger with empty hand,
To stand high ashore and sound so grand.
But the sea never hears from those aground,
Only from those swimming safe and sound.
I won’t explain the things I’ve done.
For you have no idea why it's so fine-spun.
Instead, I'll hand the control over to you,
Hiding the hurt and pain that I'm going through.
Let’s see if you can match your claim.
When no one else will share your blame.
Because flipping the game your way,
Is the only way you'll beg me to stay.
I won’t confront and fight your claims.
Because I know you enjoy those games,
Where you deride my skills and learning,
With phony debates that are so undiscerning.
Don’t judge my journey; you've not trod that way.
Step aside, let me continue; get out of the way.
If you think it’s so simple; I'll let you try and fail.
Don’t mock the captain, 'til you've faced the gale.
Bubble
by Michael R. Burch
Love—
fragile, elusive—
if held too closely
cannot withstand
the inter ruption
of its bright,
unmalleable tension
and breaks, disintegrates,
at the touch of
an undiscerning
hand.
Originally published by Neovictorian/Cochlea. I believe this is my only "shape" or "shaped" poem. Keywords/Tags: Love, fragile, delicate, bubble, tension, held, breaks, break up, pops, disintegrates, explodes, implodes, hand, touch, harsh, ungentle, violence, stress, relationship, abuse, anxiety
hey pete
by Michael R. Burch
hey pete,
it's baseball season
and the sun ascends the sky,
encouraging a schoolboy's dreams
of winter whizzing by;
go out, go out and catch it,
put it in a jar,
set it on a shelf
and then you'll be a Superstar.
When I was a boy, Pete Rose was my favorite baseball player; this poem is not a slam at him, but rather an ironic jab at the term "superstar." Keywords/Tags: Baseball, Season, Boy, Schoolboy, Schoolchild, Student, Scholar, Winter, Spring, Sun, Catch, Star, Superstar, Jar, Pete Rose, Reds, Cincinnati, Big Red Machine, America, Fantasy, Humor, Hyperbole, Irony, Sports
Unlikely Mike
by Michael R. Burch
I married someone else’s fantasy;
she admired me despite my mutilations.
I loved her for her heart’s sake, and for mine.
I hid my face and changed its connotations.
And in the dark I danced—slight, Chaplinesque—
a metaphor myself. How could they know,
the undiscerning ones, that in the glow
of spotlights, sometimes love becomes burlesque?
Disfigured to my soul, I could not lose
or choose or name myself; I came to be
another of life’s odd dichotomies,
like Dickey’s Sheep Boy, Pan, or David Cruse:
as pale, as enigmatic. White, or black?
My color was a song, a changing track.
When I can't sleep my creativity is at its highest peak...
I write poems for friends who are alone and need solace,
all my senses are at work, sharper than the owls by of the creek;
my restless fingers find an outlet and holding the pen,
they transfer the heart's emotions to the blank pad!
And I give them life, to define them through my grace...
Words flow from this exploding brain;
and its expressive lines are extracted,
like the juice from the sweetest grapes,
to be on everybody's table for a delightful drink!
Inspiration, ignite my stagnant imagination:
to give my verses a unique meter and rhyme...
that they may stand out and be noticed for all time;
and this literary treasure could outlast those precious diamonds
that superbly dazzle on the elegant dresses of the elite!
Sculptors have their chisel,
and if their creations seem too real,
like Michelangelo...they should hilariously scream:
to make them walk and talk!
Painters have their brush,
and with colors they paint images
of landscapes, of celestial bodies, of angelic and human faces:
unseen by the ordinary and undiscerning eyes;
patience is their secret, but rush
can cause havoc and make them lose their individualist touch!
Musicians, don't ever you get tired
of playing your instruments to entertain the insatiable public;
how exciting is to perform a new song,
written by the struggling songwriter and composer!
How thrilling and delightful are the new lyrics and music;
what about the singers, who gather up the crowds on the dance floor?
Ever admired an ancient or modern Cathedral
or an elegant, towering skyscraper,
which was truly breathtaking?
And the geniuses behind them
began to draw from their most
innovative and plausible prospective,
to convince themselves of their capability to create
many wanders from a simple idea!
Architects, your artistry is the outcome
of a sentiment, which was inactive...lying in the depth
of the unconscious mind...until it was awakened by desire!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
"Fall seven times and stand up eight." — Old Proverb
"You can never cross the ocean until you have the courage to lose sight of the shore." — Christopher Columbus
There dawn full oft an undiscerning hour
When every charter yieldeth unto mist,
And Confidence, relinquishing her power,
Must sue to Faith where Reason doth desist.
Yet Providence, whose counsels never sleep,
Keeps hidden harvests for the souls that keep.
Then from antiquity there soundeth clear
The ancient benison no years abate:
"Fall seven times and stand up eight."
Not as a charm to banish grief or fear,
But as the covenant whereby we prove
That steadfast hearts outlive the wounds they move.
For overthrow is but the sterner school
Wherein the unconquered spirit learns her art;
Adversity, though tyrannous in rule,
Refines the adamant within the heart.
The oak's dominion, vast against the sky,
Was once a hope no eye could descry.
Thereafter comes another sovereign word,
Whose summons biddeth timid spirits soar:
"You can never cross the ocean until you have the courage to lose sight of the shore."
No mariner hath any kingdom won
Who hugged the haven fear had sanctified;
New continents await the faithful tide.
For every noble vocation asketh this:
Some cherished certainty must be resigned;
No higher benediction comes amiss
Unto the soul still fettered in the mind.
The eagle claimeth not empyreal air
Until it trust the currents hidden there.
Thus have these venerable sayings wrought
A jurisprudence graven on my breast:
That every trial beareth secret thought,
And every tempest laboureth our best.
The darkest vigil, faithfully endured,
Leaves inward realms for evermore secured.
Therefore I leave one sentence of mine own,
Not born of ease, but long affliction's fire:
"Whoso keepeth faith with the highest good, though every visible warrant perish, shall discover that Providence hath already builded the bridge whereunto his steadfast feet were called."
I like for things to stay the same
But changes come and I always exclaim
“Jesus, Help me – I pray in Your name…
Guide me past the worry and shame”
I miss the way things used to be
When I was young, alive and free
Joy rising in my heart, I agree
This was the time of miracles for me
I long for those moments of hope
Knowing Jesus would help me to cope
With sorrows that caused me to grope
In fear, feeling like I was hung on a rope
Refrain:
Darkness dims my soul’s view
With colors black and blue
Reminders that I always knew
Without Him, I can’t face the new
Changes like this are often burning
Dread and doubt are there, churning
Reminding me of the shift as I’m turning
From the familiar to the alien, undiscerning
Worries reflect my worries and strife
As I tremble with fear from their knife
Will I ever find hope in this new life
Where I struggle to adapt despite rife
Time presses me forward into the new
Guiding me to believe in the joy that grew
With a prayer answered by the One who
Loves me like His child, with a love so true