Long Unzips Poems
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Nestled under an old blanket,
we poke logs, ablaze in the fire.
And a crescendo of sparks flares;
as brisk breezes boldly aspire.
A dark horizon inks shadows:
while a scarlet sun sinks from sight.
And embers, bursting into flames;
confetti night with specks of light.
Snowflakes weigh evergreen trees down,
twigs snapping, with a crackling sound.
And as the weight begins to build,
their boughs bend low, touching the ground.
A shooting star unzips the sky:
sparks signaling its sacrifice.
And golden moonbeams gild the clouds
were Luna tints, crystals of ice.
Twinkling stars, dust ebony skies
with glitter: at the Sun's retreat.
And snuggling up tight, we embrace,
for together, we are complete.
Climb those many stairs, up to the stars.
“Cut!” Comes the child, the wee Pinkerton.
Stunt double, doubles down, with plethora of scars.
Fate is what it is, bumps, bruises...sorta fun.
Pinkerton rolls and bounces, ooches and ouches.
Then they call in the fingering ‘stache, for he smooths
the luscious hairs of his handlebar, never slouches.
Divine with his hands too, damsels-in-distress, he soothes.
Pinkerton pastes on his pastel beard, and breaks out
into a minor character. “Cut! Stunt dou—ble!”
The ‘Stache rips doppelgänger’s facial hair as Pinkerton shouts,
opens mouth, “Hey! Hey! That really hurt!” Now he’s in trouble.
Pinkerton pouts as he takes his final walk into the night.
Rubs his eyes as a werewolf runs by ready to attack.
Those mischievous stars yell, “Cut! Stunt double, fight!”
Alarmed, Pinkerton needs to know who has his back.
A werewolf snarls and twirls his whiskers with a pinky.
Suspicious and brave, the kid gives him a karate chop.
Pinkerton unzips the stinker from bottom to top.
Found out, ‘Stache grabs his blanket and binky.
11/3/2020
Fond flavours free, sweet scents set sail;
Use unzips urge, pay plenty play;
New notes neatly, trace toilsome tale;
Dance dreamy dirge, sleep simply slays.
Ask apt answer, rich rivers roar:
Work wholesome waves, move motives mild;
Ordeal orders, obtain odd oars;
Right ripples rave, worth weaves words wild;
Deed describes deep, push pleasure pram;
Yield yesterday yore, bright blessings brim;
Fancy frames flip, chance cozy clam;
End each explore, entice extreme;
Sense strange sounds seize, ripe rapture rooms;
Touch troubles tease, boom brittle blooms.
Leon Enriquez
10 June 2015
Singapore
(Note: This is an acrostic sonnet with alliteration.)
Rainy day clouds
Ominous shades;
Wet, wet, wet
~~~~~~~~~
Dawn unzips
Light spreads far;
New birth unravels
~~~~~~~~~
Sleepy face murmurs
Echoes of last dream;
Blurry awakening
~~~~~~~~~
Coffee brew
Caffeine fix lingers;
Eyes wide open
~~~~~~~~~
Hibiscus florals
Pink, orange and red blooms;
Bright sensations
~~~~~~~~~
Stylish flower shoppe
Punctuates busy avenue;
Brilliant conversations
~~~~~~~~~
Meal time escalades
Hunger pangs loiter;
Food court queues
~~~~~~~~~
We are prisoners here
Minding our business;
Mental cells confine
~~~~~~~~~
Draft after draft
Regurgitate old biases;
Emperor's new clothes
~~~~~~~~~
Bamboo grooves line
Passageway to nowhere;
Meet you there
~~~~~~~~~
Moon gate moments
Lavish garden tryst;
Find hidden gems
~~~~~~~~~
Pleasure is nice
In simple finds;
Beauty shows
~~~~~~~~~
Ants crawling round
Winding worker procession;
Purposeful ventures
~~~~~~~~~
Home kitchen commotion
Awesome flavours;
Discerning moments
~~~~~~~~~
In a fond touch
Homely welcome;
Purge all pain
~~~~~~~~~
Drama entertains
Catchup TV;
Feisty commentary
~~~~~~~~~
Digital age flings
Gadgets and tablets;
e-Everything booms
~~~~~~~~~
Crazy greets touchy
Dramatic escalations;
Zigzag world alarms
~~~~~~~~~
Late night silence
Stormy rain hurling;
Sleep comes quick
~~~~~~~~~
Routines prescribe
Certain repetition;
Muse finds room
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
04 December 2014
Singapore
Night's crush spills black ink
the moon unzips hidden seams
turns souls inside out
foreboding haunts chokes the air
mystery bleeds from her face
Night leans on the shore
moon's breath a blade of silver
cooling tepid skin
the tide tongues open raw seams
salting wounds to sting and heal
Moon bends in bow arc
stringing light across the sea
searching for fractures
beneath the unblinking glare
shadows cower, faint, exposed
She writhes feral, drenched—
her breasts plunge in black water
eyes white with hunger—
she rips at our fraying threads,
raising fear to blaze with flame.
Hopes rise in moon's mist
drawn up by her silver hand
spilling into dreams—
she gathers us in like tides
weaving paths to becoming
Light stings into lust
with hymns strummed on naked thighs
a harp of end chords—
every string the ocean plucks
screams in time with tug of tide
Dawn scars the moon's face
her ghost hides behind torn clouds
soft unrepentant—
the lilt of her vanished hymn
echoes a throb in our bones
Oh sister of night
oracle of ebb and surge
you hiss with forked tongue—
what prophecy do you bear
light's mercy or void's abyss?
The sky unzips its heavy coat,
And lets the hidden whispers
float.
A thousand secrets, locked in
gray,
Are spilling down to earth
today.
They pelt the roofs and slick
the street,
Confessions pooling at our
feet.
The thunder speaks in
rumbling tones,
Of ancient sins and buried
bones.
Each raindrop is a story told,
Of promises the wind
couldn't hold.
The dirt drinks up the liquid
lore,
And begs the heavy clouds
for more.
By dawn, the storm begins to
fade,
The sky forgets the vows it
made.
But every leaf and blade of
grass,
Now knows the truths that
came to pass.
Snuggled under a cozy blanket,
we watch snowflakes fizzle in the fire.
And a light wind smells of smoky pine,
gusting as feisty breezes aspire.
The burning logs erupt into sparks,
showering the air with specks of light.
And a dark horizon bleeds shadows,
inking silhouettes shaded by night.
A fresh coat of snow sticks to the trees,
falling in silence without a sound.
And cuddled close in a warm embrace,
we sip gourmet coffee freshly ground.
A saffron moon gilds cottony clouds,
beaming its light through crystals of ice.
And a shooting star unzips the sky,
mirrored within your eyes; enjoyed twice.
Mother Nature fills our souls with awe,
but winter's cold can't impede our pace.
For we've learned to enjoy each season
as time's slowly aged us with grace.
The stars confetti the black of space
as two enamored hearts skip a beat.
And love is reassured with a kiss,
for when together, we feel complete.
(Quatrain)
8/5/2016
Verse vibrant voice
Charm carries choice
Play puzzles poise
Sanguine say speaks
Ply profound peaks
Thought telling thick
Use unzips urge
Sense story surge
Post primal purge
Sense soothing sights
Blossoms bloom bright
Live lasting light
Thrills temper trade
Move mindset made
Fond feelings fade
Feelings forge flight
Dance deep delight
Rapture rooms right
Touch tickles trace
Fine feasting face
Etch each embrace
Treasure true times
Rich riddles rhyme
Clever charms chime
Daze dazzles deed
Chance clever creed
Face fleeting feed
Live lovely lust
Touch tasty trust
Choco cake crust
Delight deep daze
Come calling craze
Mind moving maze
Pick posture plain
Greet glorious gain
Poise plunders pain
High after high
Screen sensuous sighs
Please precious ply
Impress in ink
Taste timely think
Lift lasting link
Work words wise ways
Plot pretty play
Sign spiral stay
Leon Enriquez
07 May 2015
Singapore
Please primal ploys where wise ways will,
Lovely lines leap as aim allows;
Etch each envoy true telling thrill,
Aplomb asleep bright brilliant brows;
Sense secret signs that treasure time,
Use unzips urge where words weave way;
Reap rich rewind churning clear chimes,
Endow emerge deep dazzling day.
Frame fuzzy folds with warm wonder,
Rapture rooms reed by blooming brook;
Observe odd old proud play ponders,
Leave lovely leads leaping lithe looks;
Inkling inks ire framing free flow,
Charm claims ceasefire gifting grand glow;
Spread soul sweet sire sparking still show.
Leon Enriquez
09 September 2016
Singapore
She keeps wasting strength, rattling her cage.
Begging to be freed, immured for her age,
first sign of nubile growth- they all want a ‘piece’,
gorging on her oppressed spirit; calling it a tease.
None see the child locked within her form.
A woman from the day she ‘bleeds’. Such is the norm!
Forced now to enshroud all her slow-swelling bits,
jeered if she stands too straight, judged if she sits.
Her rights and choices are twins locked in cells.
Hushed if she laughs too loud, horse-whipped if she yells,
the year-older brother is left loose to grow,
unrestrained he plays while she gets a ‘No!’
Young minds do wander, she finds catharsis in love.
She bunks school in secret to 'make out' in the grove,
he is young too and breaks the pact, talks to a friend,
who promptly tells all to get in on the trend!
Her plight is prude gossip, the school calls her kin.
Bad grades and reticence are blamed on her 'sin',
the boy gets a knuckle rap and is asked to behave,
he nods leaving her alone to mope in her cave.
She is beaten until all the brown turns blue.
Her story is an anecdote, a warning, a clue,
she’s worse than before from losing her pals-
whose folks have told them to steer clear of 'bad gals'.
She scrapes through school with her average grades.
Reduced to shabby clothes and well-oiled braids,
she sticks to the schedule, keeps her head up,
pinning hopes on a job to pick her out of this sup.
Near-tasting liberation she hollers in joy.
Alas! She can’t take the job they have found her a boy,
maybe he would set her free if she says 'yes' to this,
they don’t want her anymore; she’d at least be his.
He spins tales of love to get her in bed.
She's not wise yet to see through his head,
his doll in ‘fancy’ clothes- she sates his lust,
colored lips can’t coat brains corroding from rust.
He’s signed the lease! They own a house!
She smiles and slowly unzips her blouse,
stuck feeding their child, she has not a life,
he sees ‘apathy’ and wages war on the wife.
Older from enduring, she doesn’t earn yet pays.
‘Your brother has moved out. It’s been ten days!’,
she waits in bated breath for her 'gilded' locks to turn,
there’s no freedom for compliant girls- will she ever learn!
For half her life, she has been taught to 'shut up and listen’,
now she forces the bars open, to raise her girl like a son.