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As the last leaf falls,
Time opens a new door.
The book closes its volume,
And the symphony fades into oblivion.
Another season emerges from its chamber.
Nothing is eternal in this world where we feel perplexed and pursued,
Confused by the mysteries that each day unfolds,
Chased by the night and its elements.
We perpetually seek redemption,
Even as we sometimes soar on its wings.
Life is a Ferris wheel of gloom and bloom.
There’s a process of gaining and letting go.
Nature teaches us to consider the two sides of dawn,
The stillness of the night echoes the duality of eternity.
There’s a highway in the nothingness beyond the physical body.
A constellation of stars heralds our arrival,
They scatter to signal our departure.
Our souls journey to the beyond,
Flights as transcending lights,
Lights in Zion bring delight.
March 6, 2025.
In the realm where the cosmos and dreams intertwine,
A tale unfolds, as old as time.
Stars whisper secrets to the moon's glowing face,
In a dance of light, across the vast space.
Galaxies twirl in an eternal ballet,
Guided by forces unseen, in a cosmic array.
Planets and stars in harmonious delight,
Illuminate the universe, piercing the night.
In the heart of a star, a new life takes form,
A planet, a home, in the cosmic storm.
Mountains rise high, and rivers run deep,
In this world where dreams and reality meet.
Life emerges, a testament to time,
In this symphony of existence, sublime.
From stardust we came, to stardust we return,
In the grand tapestry of life, as the stars brightly burn.
So here's to the cosmos, and dreams that take flight,
In the dance of the universe, bathed in starlight.
I’m at the table locked in
Eyes sharp
No slack
Clocking every twitch you make as I’m running it back
You’re shuffling like you’re steady but your pulse says no
And I’m reading every crack in the confidence you show
I don’t bet on luck
I bet on the slip
On the breath you hold
On the shake in your grip
You smirk like you’re loaded with a hand worth gold
But your fingers freeze up and your story unfolds
I learned this game broke
Grinding hand after hand
Turned every bad beat into part of the plan
Now I’m stacking up the pot while you’re stuck guessing
I don’t chase cards
I chase who folds while stressing
So when I drag in the chips and the whole room knows
Just remember
I didn’t win on the cards
I won on the tells you chose
Sunrise
Like an actor waiting for the curtains to part before the scene unfolds,
She waits below the dark horizon for her appointed time to appear.
The shades of pinkish gray, and bronze and a myriad of color combinations on the horizon, betray her attempt to hide from view.
It is as if she is playing peekaboo with the darkness, tantalizing her audience, mesmerizing them with a symphony of colors.
Suddenly she emerges from beneath the horizon, a sliver of a golden orb, revealing a fraction of herself at a time, all the while painting a scene of indescribable beauty on the canvas of the sky above the line where heaven meets earth.
Once she begins this phase of the drama, there is no hesitation. She is like a giant awaken from slumber and ready to run a race.
Soon this blazing orb of burning gases we call the sun, dispels the darkness of predawn and the earth is aglow with her golden beams.
It is God's plan, that you too should rise and shine like the sun, dispelling darkness wherever it's found.
So open your heart and let the Son in, then you like the sun will become His channel of light, to those all around you for whom day is still night.
We attended Ava, our granddaughter’s, birthday party
as has been our yearly routine
This one, however, reminded us how fast time flies…she just turned 13.
Ava is our youngest grandchild…which means, if you’re keeping score,
none of our four grandchildren…are children anymore.
And again we had to wonder about time
Yes, we’ve been there to watch her grow
but there are moments every now and then when you ask
Where…did the time go?
Time is a funny thing is it not?
a continuous ocean of change
We can’t make sad moments move off swiftly
We can’t make happy moments remain…
It seems the best we can do as we’re carried by her waves…is open our eyes wide
and as time unfolds before us…sit back and enjoy the ride…
So as we watched Ava at her party…It wasn’t the teenager we chose to see
No, we spent some time remembering…the child she used to be.
Looking back across that ocean…remembering moments that endear….
moments we’ve been lucky to share…for these last 13 years
We’ve spent as much time with Ava as the waves of time would allow
and though we’re still a part of her life…we’re more observers now…
And that is as it should be…for as the people in her life increase…
When it comes to her life…
like her birthday cake
we’re just happy to have a piece.
Glimpses of grace as spring arrives,
Opt for good cheer as love unfolds;
Now in sure trace sheer warm surprise,
Grand thoughts flood here as feel takes hold.
eXplore fond times with happy sights,
Indulge your zest with profound touch.
Forge acts that chime with wonder's flight,
Affluence greets fest with more than much.
Charm moves your smiles as fancy leaps,
Ask light to show true love that shines;
Intent prompts style as desire grips.
Dream helps you know what feels so fine,
Observe true gains in living truth,
Gather most plain kind acts as proof.
Leon Enriquez
18 February 2018
Singapore
Should I have the baby or not,
A weighty question in my thoughts.
Life's crossroads meet, and I'm at the brink,
A moment where choices force me to think.
In the depths of my soul, a seed is sown,
A life conceived, unknown and unknown.
A tiny heartbeat whispers in my ear,
Filling my heart with both hope and fear.
Should I embrace this precious life,
Nurture it through struggles and strife?
Or should I let it go, set it free,
Choose a path where I am not its key?
The road ahead seems fraught with doubt,
An inner struggle, clouding my route.
Unanswered questions, like stars in the sky,
Leave me pondering, wondering why.
Will I be ready, strong and secure,
To provide love that is unwavering and pure?
Will I find strength in the face of despair,
To shield this child with utmost care?
But then a voice within me cries,
A mother's love, no compromise.
For every life, a purpose unfolds,
In tender moments and stories untold.
There's magic in tiny fingers and toes,
A love that grows, a bond that shows.
In laughter's echo and first steps taken,
A world transformed, never forsaken.
Yet, I ponder the road less traveled by,
The path that questions my heart's reply.
For choices made in the depths of my soul,
Shape a destiny, leaving me whole.
Should I have the baby or not,
A question posed to life's every plot.
In the end, I'll find the strength to decide,
Guided by love, with arms open wide.
Deep in the Caribbean coral reef;
A bright blue rose, one salted leaf.
The stem has strength of ancient gods.
The roots of time have not withered
Her petals of truth grow strong with age
Her story unfolds from a watery cage
Her stamen: the history of man.
I knew her well, Aqua, my wife.
No longer seen with mortal eye,
You don't hear her sobs: her cry
No sweet hello's, no fond good-bye.
Memories of undying love.
Floating serenely in waters blue
The hottest sunshine filtered through.
The Aqua Rose is my love true.
Her watery grave shall be redeemed.
Long before Aqua was a rose;
She was innocence, personified
She was mine and I was hers
Soon we shall share Eternity.
Inspired by Catie Lindsey's Contest " Tending the Sprouts "
My First POEM Dedicated to my Beloved L E N O R E
"Aqua Rose" was Written August 29, 1971 4 days After LENORE left me for "Glory"
Inspired by the Contest "Why oh Why?" Sponsored By "Constance~A Rambling Poet"
In Lovig Memory of My Beloved Wife "Lenore Ellen (Adams) Johnson"
From the Heart of "Harry Daniel Johnson" - AKA - HGarvey Daniel Esquire
The poet, like many in education’s grip,
Faces another summer with pockets stripped.
In Eckes’s poem, two forms meet face to face:
The unemployment office, a dreary place.
Insults and banalities fill its lines,
An object of necessity, far from fine.
The poetic form stands firm and tried,
Resisting demands that are not true.
No easy answers will I provide,
Humor and pleasure within I hide.
Despite my state of what is real,
I dare to dream, to think, to feel.
As the poem now unfolds, it starts to show why most can't show.
The life that’s possible, the seeds that grow.
Not just survival, but living free,
Beyond what the bureaucratic form can see.
I have captured the struggle, the raw, the true,
The grim realism of what poets go through.
In the clash of ink, a truth is found,
In poetry’s embrace, my heart's unbound.
In the stillness of a new moon night,
I lie supine, gazing at the celestial light,
Millions of stars, galaxies, and planets afar,
I ponder the mysteries of life, both near and far.
I wonder what becomes of souls when they depart,
Folklore whispers they ascend to the stars in the chart,
Do they feel lonely, yearning to reunite,
With their beloved ones, under the moon's gentle light?
As the day unfolds, the stars slowly fade away,
Descending to Earth, in ashes they lay,
But on a full moon, my beloved, so fair,
She asked me if she outshines the moon up there.
With love in my heart, I responded with delight,
"When I see you, my dear, the moon loses its sight,
Your radiance outshines the celestial sphere,
In your presence, the moon becomes crystal clear."
So, in the midst of the night's celestial show,
I lie supine, with love's enchanting glow,
For when I gaze upon my beloved's grace,
The moon itself finds solace in second place.