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Gathered among lovely nymphs, whose grace shines brightly like eternal stars
Their vibrant essence lingers, embracing radiantly,
In the dream-laden air, does my love pursue only a fleeting vision?
My uncertainty, an ancient veil of darkness, now reaches its peak.
In the quiet branches that linger faithfully, in enduring woods,
Alas, I too have presented myself as a false and grand ideal.
Should we then speak of these maidens whom you hold in sight,
Do they mirror the deep desires that haunt your senses' flight?
One, a deceptive illusion of purity, cold and chaste like tears,
Yet the other, full of sighs and warmth, a stark contrast to the world?
No! Through lazy reveries, stifling the gentle rise of morning,
No waters flow, except those that my flute's soft murmur conjures.
To the grove, with melodies sprinkled like a gentle rain,
Where my twin pipes play swiftly, untouched by the limits of the horizon.
Oh shores of Sicily, in tranquil marshes I am lost,
Vanity contends with the brilliance of the sun, at such a cost.
Silent beneath shimmering blooms, let me thus narrate,
Of reeds I cut and tamed, when behold! From a distant vineyard's gate,
A creature as pure as snow descends upon the verdant glow,
A prelude soft as pipes, like swans in flight bestow.
All inert things burn in this warm, languid hour,
Unaware of how they fled the captivating power of desire.
Now awake, primal urge, beneath the ancient flood's embrace,
Lily! Your innocence in your gaze, true amidst the grand pace.
But beyond this sweet nothingness, beneath their brief kiss,
My heart, untouched by proof, reveals a profound mystery.
Let it be! For in the reeds we play, under the azure sky,
Turning cheeks to tremble, dreams take flight.
To amuse the beauty around, with notes that weave and sway,
Between the dream and song, love's whispers softly play.
“Not enjoyment, and not sorrow;
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than today.”
A Psalm of Life, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Because I live, I am me, avid voice among the free,
Flexing freedom, defining contours of my dreams,
Ambling life’s prairies, rowing life’s eager streams,
Braving challenges, eying serene, hosting sublime,
Purposefully furthering life, with every tick of time.
Curious, conscious of the mortal world, I am aware,
Amplifying empathy, nurturing amiability, I care;
Not prone to seek hurdles, when faced I will dare
Maneuvering around the detours on life’s highway
So tomorrow would shine, upon my brumous day.
Witnessing travails faced, wishing for a fairer way,
Vying hope of rising dawn, exiting night of dismay,
Resembling urge of spring rooting in wintry decay,
Aspiring to a kinder world, short of goal, yet I wait,
To pluck fruits of morrow, negotiating course of fate.
April 12, 2023
Because I Live Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
“kiss me”
you whisper softly
then blush …
at least it SEEMS so
cheeks of a subtle crimson glow
you - reclining on white
the yawning waffle-weave towel
spread on cooling sand
your tawny hair weaving its way
off the edge, twining the dune grass …
your eyes are clamped
a coy, expectant smile joining dimples
waiting for a tender press of lips
I lean over to oblige
but stop …
for the red on your face
is not as I thought -
it’s the ruby glow of a just-risen moon
reflecting, magnified, off the sea
hazy sky set ablaze …
“and here I thought it was passion”, I say
“daubing your face, I mean”
“that bloody ol’ moon”, you answer
eyes still shut, giggling …
you pull me to you
our lips soft-dancing - tongues tasting
then deeper …
I lose myself in you - our kiss
diving down, warming
the whole world becomes our mouths
your taste, mixed with salt air
is completely sublime
like some divine potion
intoxicating me -
time, breaths, thoughts, urge
passionate chaos …
I open my eyes
your face is still flushed
but THIS time I know it’s ardor …
for time has passed
the air now, much cooler
moon creeping higher -
no longer the vivid cherry that had
dusted your face
but a bright, round, pad of butter
melting the stars
dripping their tender magic to
splash your skin with gold …
“so … passion after all”, I say gently
lips brushing yours
“shhhhhh!”, you hush
“that ol’ moon … don’t waste it!”
you press your mouth to mine
and I dive down again
into the warm …
chaos
( created form “Bookend Free Verse” )
Feel how peace feels,
Watch joy now start;
A touch can heal,
Feel then dear heart.
Feel bliss that swells,
Watch that sure calm;
A flame now dwells,
Feel soothing balm.
Feel then within,
Watch madness cease;
A depth unseen,
Feel stillness ease.
Feel poise that cheers,
Watch deeper urge;
A voice now steers,
Feel ample surge.
Feel a kind nudge,
Watch soul awake;
A charming touch,
Feel health re-make.
Feel senses sharp,
Watch surge of health;
A pulse that harps,
Feel happy wealth.
Feel how you feel,
Watch beyond cares;
A fond goodwill,
Feel more aware.
Feel that sure bliss,
Watch zest happy;
A truth and ease,
Feel love merry.
Leon Enriquez
12 February 2015
Singapore
Afraid of being wounded?
And therefore scared to try?
You're like a sleek young eagle
who doesn't want to fly.
If life was always easy,
who'd feel the urge to live?
If everything was given,
what would there be to give?
You have to walk in shadow
to know the thrill of light.
The dawn would have no meaning,
without the depth of night.
The gods gave wine to mortals,
but wisely added dregs.
You'll never make that omelet
unless you break those eggs.
A ship that never foundered
is a ship that never sailed,
so smile because it happened,
don't frown because it failed.
The thorn protects the rosebud,
the peach forgives the knife,
and when young babies whimper,
they fill their lungs with Life.
You fear that you may suffer?
No matter - roll the dice!
For the sunshine of adventure,
is pain so great a price?
Now nowhere near
Dazzle dream dear
Oops options oil
Boom blanching boils
Prize pretty pace
Symbols steer space
Query quaint quest
Feel flashy fest
Rich ripples rouse
Bright blessings browse
See setting sun
Play precious pun
Touch tensile truth
Ply puzzle proof
Use umpteen urge
Seek spiral surge
Voice vibrant verge
Mingle meek merge
Work wise words well
Thrill tasty tell
eXpress eXtra
Count clear contra
Yield yesterday yes
List laughter less
Zoom zany zest
Jazzy joy jests
Leon Enriquez
14 September 2017
Singapore
Write a poem here
No need to rhyme
Each line you craft
Write how you feel
Feel what you write
Cite thoughts that wing
Speak from your heart
Yet think of feel
In thoughts laid plain
Feel pulse and urge
Merge with deep thought
Live surge of words
Line by line tell
How feel shapes mind
In splurge of swirls
Be a soul then
As poise sparks way
Heed inner voice
Say what you say
In words that ooze
Squeeze more in less
And as you feel
Know deep impulse
As feelings surge
Words are like paint
Tints and shades thrill
Words colour wit
So sit up straight
Pick up your pen
Let thought flow write
Be brief with thought
Let soul speak up
In verse that pine
Leon Enriquez
22 April 2017
Singapore
Three cheers to a man who threw off his shackles
Key turned by cancer door slammed by his wife
An eleventh hour primal urge stirring
A man had decided to reclaim his life
He did what he did to provide for his family
More than that he did it for pride
Given we know what before the fall goeth
Of his ruinous end we should be not surprised
Society thought that he was a weakling
He would admit he went through life afraid
Until the day when the straw broke the camel
And now we sing of the stand that he made
Who would have thought someone so mild mannered
Would put a bullet in a rival's head
Some would take issue with how he did business
Mostly though those people are dead
He died alone in a pool of irony
He'd tell you his decisions were bad
When the world tries to strip a man of his dignity
It's hard to conceive of a choice to be had
March 18, 2017
In July, the monsoon rains pound our land.
After several days of torrential downpour,
When the rain withdrew for an interim,
With the afternoon turning suddenly sunny,
Being shut in the house for days,
I couldn’t control my urge to roam.
Exactly a day before, I had bought a white T- shirt
I twisted it and tied it here and there
Dipped it in rainbow colors,
With shades of blue predominating.
Though it was my first amateur attempt,
Was proud of the outcome.
A swirl of blue-
A splash of red and crimson-
In strange circular patterns,
No two looking alike, each quite unique.
After drying it in the sun for some time,
I folded it and kept it aside.
I was eager to put it on while going out.
When wearing it, my mother said-
“In your tie and dye T-Shirt
You look a peacock in strut feathers”
Proudly wearing my casuals,
I went out on my scooter.
Street children admiringly looked at me.
Smart l was in a splash of colors!
How quick was the change of weather,
Soon rain began pouring down.
It soaked me through and through.
When I reached home,
I was like the cunning Fox of the folk lore
That got dipped in a pail of blue…!
No one was there to hail me King
I withdrew to the bathroom,
To wash myself clean!
Marvin looked at himself in the mirror glass
A pudgy kid, He thought his body looked wrong
Low self-esteem, the insults were crass
His mind could be hijacked by a song.
Years later, he found will power, got control
Body shaped up, health improved
The damage was done, it destroys a soul
But good things happened, goal posts moved.
Then a woman gave him a smile and a blush
Her blonde hair drove his unstable mind over the brink
He looked in the mirror, thought she had a crush
But he had a crush on himself, a vanity stink.
He admired himself, made silly speeches to the air
Started dancing away, a strange urge to be weird
The fairest of them all, or a delusion to despair
The image of this dancing in many minds was seared.
A dormmate took a movie, a hidden camera in the room.
A curse that followed Marvin to the ends of the earth
The video went viral, narcissism's tomb.
He had snapped back to normal, but what was that worth?
He lived an illusion, whether on the silver screen
Who he thought he was, who he thought she was too
Do the rest of us absorb visions that other want seen?
Do we stay within reason, do we stampede from what is true?
Some called him disgusting, some called him insane
And yes, there had been shock treatments, thorazine as well
Some expained him as "the Hebe", other found other names
At the end of the day, why open gates of hell?