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Love divine, sovereign in directive
Smites lust, selfish midst carnal perspective…
Though both can be passionately active
True love along life-building objective
Unmasks lust that’s grievously "afflictive".
While love sublime works really effective
Reaching-out: restorative, curative…
Scheming lust is deceitfully protective
In the guise of care, vainly productive
For personal gain; oh, greedy motive.
Love can turn to lust when it’s destructive
Overwhelmed with own wants, so "exploitive"…
Flawed by human nature’s mark: defective
I beg for God’s great love* --- re-creative
To vanquish lust’s force, sweetly seductive.
*Romans 5:5…The love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost which is given unto us.
July 1, 2020
1st place, "COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE(2) any theme any form" Poetry Contest; Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 9/3/2020.
In sleep’s soft chamber, shadows bend,
A fleeting touch, a face to lend.
The dream arrives with hands so near,
A phantom warmth, a love sincere.
It feels more real than waking air,
A borrowed moment beyond despair.
Yet dawn unmasks the fragile seam,
And absence floods the broken dream.
Still, whispers rise to the silent skies,
“Return each night, let grief disguise.
Come in the hush where sorrow sleeps,
Come in the place where memory keeps.”
Dreams are not lies, but doors ajar,
They show us love that lingers far.
If absence can wound, can not dreams also heal,
Or are they only reminders of what we cannot feel?
folklore suggests that one more than just one
constitutes a party because small can be good
fewer can merit merrier times than congestion
and thus enforced Corona not denying its hardships
can bring an overdue smile to wrinkles and frowns
as isolation unmasks virtues values and meaning
and the veil of Christmas descends into truth
Santa Claus’ reindeers engage in social distancing
from each other and disperse the post-modern myth
that incalculable strength resides in inflated numbers
less driving power for uncountable gift-wrapped
revisits love caring compassion and kindness
and breathless animals stop for an intimate word
before they spread a message of souls over matter
some lights on the tree have not been replaced for
the sake of lock down and tinsel looks threadbare
unless cherished and untangled of imminent beauty
we who have a log on the fire and roof over heads
food and passion in our hearts fortunate and blessed
only require one candle and a match to see the light
may the reflection condense and grow in our minds
looking into a Yule Tide mirror without distraction
false face and persona reveal without any makeup
what has been there all along the disguised masquerade
that there is strength and resolve under flawed makeup
for we are not alone as we give thanks to our beauty
06th December 2020
Evil unmasks within Night's embrace;
assured that no one can see its face.
And patrons of darkness clap with joy,
applauding the tricks, tricksters employ.
In the darkest shadows of the Night:
a vampire's kiss morphs into a bite.
And as blood splatters the edge of time,
desire and eternity combine.
Two immortal hearts now beat as one:
merging, in the shadow of the sun.
And consummate their union with blood:
consumed in an emotional flood.
Sweet ecstasy, distilled from the dark:
quenches raw desires; primal and stark.
And befitting creatures of the Night:
silhouettes morph into bats in flight.
The eye perceives what it has strained.
The veiled remains, though truth is chained.
Look deeper still; what's there ingrained—
Darkness unveils a daydream.
Beyond what at first may seem.
The mind unveils what night conceals.
Through whispered cries the dark appeals.
Its secret inks on shadow steals —
A star-inscribed scroll unfolds,
What silence untold beholds.
The night unveils a secret scar.
A gleaming wound, a fallen star.
Its brilliance stark, from near and far—
Each sorrow leaves a new trace.
Each silence hides its disgrace.
The void cuts through the shadowed skies,
Its piercing gaze a sea of eyes.
It strips all veils, unmasks disguise—
Your net worth is stripped away,
Revealing what won't belay.
So squint your eyes to veil the light.
And turn away from shadows' blight,
Let darkness cloak the aching sight—
For truth is a jagged blade,
Its sharp cuts can't stop, be swayed.
Turn back to tales in star-strewn skies,
Where whispered myths breathe, live, and rise,
Then fade where veiled perception lies—
They shroud the bright cosmic blaze,
From bright light, no tongue can phrase.
lost words are wolves hunting
heat from the herd, raw desire
one day less alone
American prom night
youth-swept hair moussed down in place
cigarettes light, poof
there goes Mary's lamb
water pail swings from her jaw
blind to the boil ahead
it begins like a bath
soft as the sun's seduction
quiet as a rack
back window fogs up
fingers paint shapes on car's cave
condensing moments
it was kilning day
he, my substitute art teacher
ersatz guardian
photos of his kids
near the hearth of his grandma's
basement fireplace
I was a student
thirteen is an innocence
despite the heated clay
Sandro knew his kind,
let's call him Terry Carter
because that's his name
Deja vu keeps coming through,
Changing how I view the day,
A glimpse into what I once knew,
Staying true to the way I am,
I cram each instant together,
A tether to my past,
Remembering what happened last time,
Climbing from experience,
A chance to choose different,
Each instant is infinite,
Take a minute to look,
The book is already written,
Deja vu unmasks the hidden,
I've been given another chance,
Advancing with the information,
I'm raising the vibration ,
Tuning into transformation,
Civilization needs to awaken,
To the direction it has taken,
We have forsaken our home,
Roam the corners of your mind,
Find the pattern inside,
Take the ride,
Let deja vu become the guide,
Until those timelines collide into one,
A new journey has just begun,
Have fun with your creation,
Love is the highest vibration,
Use your imagination,
Imagine a nation,
Tuned to the same station,
Building a relationship with the earth,
Raising their inner worth,
The birth of a new way of being,
I'm seeing deja vu,
Did I already send this through.
Love you Soulsters,
Hope you're enjoying the rollercoaster.
Most wouldn't read this far,
So whoever you are,
You're a star just waiting to shine,
Divine timing becoming aligned,
You are intertwined into this grand design.
The passion inside that draws you to speak,
The honesty, the love in truth and loyalty,
Going deeper to see what's inside,
That unmasks the feelings and reveals the world's lies,
This is where your heart and truth meet,
This is where love brings you to your knees,
And when you come face to face with all heartache and pain,
You can see the path clearer, and He redirects your way,
You don't have to be right, or have to be wrong,
It's in the freedom to speak and sing your song,
And what the world tries to steal God will always replace,
Giving you the room to breathe, providing a new space.
Transparency is like a graduated cylinder
that exposes its contents to view;
When the liquid of clarity shows no obscurity,
the measure marks of sincerity stay true.
Transparency is like a window
that lets the truth beyond the glass be clearly seen;
When the curtain dances across the pane,
it turns into doubt's hanging screen.
Transparency is like a flashlight
that unmasks what darkness tries to hide;
When the hand of power turns the switch off,
though the battery of bureaus stays charged, facts feel denied.
Transparency is like an official receipt
that documents a record for authentication;
When the culprit leaves no certificate of traceability,
no item, amount, or date will show the transaction.
Transparency is like an open book
whose text declares what all have rights to see;
When the crook closes the pages of public awareness,
it covers the volume of its dark secrecy.
This fate we see in tragedy
Unmasks a plea in comedy.
This era grows away from smiles
As hunger shows what conflict styles
The world we know is fading fast
As violence grows pain that outlasts.
This global glut of pain galore
Speaks of a rut that breaks some more.
The pace of peace is breaking down
As harsh disease flings screaming frowns.
This is the face of human woes
Struggling to trace highs from such lows.
The touch of cheer is fleeting here
As fear creeps near to fund more fear.
This is the tact of weary times
As simple acts forfeit sane chimes.
The world now fails the course of joy
As truth unveils a fragile ploy.
The end must come in swift descend
As failure sums what lies pretend.
Too soon, too late, the dream comes true
As caustic fate hurl empty cues.
Here where I stare on this mountain,
Faint echoes dare dreams for certain.
Leon Enriquez
16 December 2014
Singapore