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In the mouth of muted madness,
sits teeth ready to devour
any word that arises
Its inflated ego is like a belly never
full always hungering for more
Clamoring for a meal as the hours
pass, it opened doors
that can never be closed
The monster rose from their incantations
sown on fertile grounds
during witching hours
Who knew those words held all
that power to create & destroy?
An unholy matrimony of energies synergized
and employed for battle,
manifest to the surprise of many
Thinly disguised excitement covered
pursed lips as they
ready for underworlds kiss
The merging of the 2 brings both heaven
& hell to its knees
as bride and groom 2 be
Things were never the same after they
opened that door designed
for pain,
as something else was ushered in
causing the world & plans to change
When the
malevolent moon
drapes
black current vines
around my neck,
etching
the blood of betrayals
in my white-whirling wings ~
I cease to scream
in sanguine sighs
within
sangria songs
of spring
when
I would wear love in lilac
and you saw me
in metallic maroons...
as in this moment,
my skin
is but a sea of scars,
sewn with
indelible stars
of dandelion damsels,
who once lost
their art of weaving hearts
in your hoaxed arcs.
And
my agony remains,
a secret
behind
wordless wisps
of breathless vultures ~
feeding
on the seeds of intuition,
sown in cursed waters ~
illuminating
insatiable infernos
within my
tulip-tinted temperence...
But, I ache to be
an apocalypse...
more than the hellfire ink
that stains your
chauvinistic cobwebs ~
threading
volcanic spells
ushered in
a storm of sepals
beneath tattoo tears
of periwinkle promises,
for you are
a mere imposter,
stranded
in ivory silks
of snowflake silence ~
gnawing upon
the merciless
manifestations,
manipulated by this
mannequin of
metaphors...
How the wind plays
across the water
in changing patterns,
its skittish mood drawn
in ripples and rivulets
of sparkle under
a morning sun.
The small boats fidgety
at their moorings
as if roused by longings
of freedom,
cormorants riding
the unrest on bobbing prows
with outstretched wings
drying in the wind.
See how the day
is slowly being assembled,
putting itself together
with ferry boats
and dogs pulling on leads,
wired joggers, noisy children
in school uniforms
crowding at bus stops,
workers putting up signs.
How it all seems
to be following some hidden
script. And here I am, again,
walking the morning
looking for what I lost
in the long hours
of a sleepless night
when it doesn't
have a name,
being ushered by the wind
towards a somewhere
or nowhere at all,
helped along
my shuffling way
by a strange sense
of unhurried trust
that all will be OK.
Mick Jagger was the fire to be lit
The stage was bare and lay waiting
The world was full of
"What to do", "What to try", "What to be"
And "He" was ready for the story line........
Possessed by the rhythm of his generation
In words emanating from his musing
He told the classic rebel story
Of going against the grain
To form one's own circuitry
Belonging exclusively to
The worship and reverence of rebellion
Buzzing with charged power
His notes ushered in a new beginning
A new sound that was recreated from
The annals of historical gutsy
Down and Dirty blues
Spiked with sex and sprinkled with deviltry
That will live in classic timelessness
The rogue stood tall and whirled
His mischievous spell
Wielding wildness between the irony of good and evil
Contempt and virtue
From the age old conflict of the timeless crusade
A hero - no, an evangelist of life - yes
An inexhaustible circuit rider of our time
A Rolling Stone..........he gathered no moss!
What a weekend I’ve just had
There I was, gaily skipping along
When I got lured down an unknown
path
by the sound of my own voice
I followed, to explore new terrain
Soon got lost in my new found joy
I must have ventured out too far
Or took a wrong turn somewhere
that led me to cross paths with some unexpected
although familiar faces
A few deranged demons that I had ghosted in the past,
decided to confront me
They did find me too long in the tooth
to have my neck nudged into a noose
So they chose instead to drag me
right back to the fiery pits of hell
My old stomping ground as it were
Ushered me in with a rather special
welcome treat
blatant intimidation and pure disdain
My voice had landed me in a hornet’s nest!
All of a sudden having a personal voice,
lost all of its glamour and appeal,
seemed way too risky and a tad overrated
I surrendered to silence right away
and it quickly sprung me out of there
luckily I landed right back at home
It’s a shame I couldn’t stay long enough in hell
to fully enjoy its hospitality
Now that I'm back in my safe space,
I savour each and every glorious gift
brought by that little detour I took
In a way, I’m glad I took that route
It proved to be a great wake up call
that I didn’t even know I needed.
Form:
I sit rolled in a corner
Almost forgotten
Quietly ignored
Crimson velveteen tufts
Densely packed
Underlay visible
Obscuring the majesty
Only ever ceremoniously unfurled
When dignitaries visit
The streets I cover
Usually covered in dust
Dirty and dank
Freshly cleaned
To impress and fool
In the fetid air
The tang of fresh paint
Dingy corners spruced
The homeless ushered away
Children beautifully laundered
Flowers lavishly garlanded
Overflowing bins emptied
So when I am laid out
And smart soles
Tread on my blushing fibres
The illusion is complete
And with my presence
The bare truth hidden
Fleetingly…
Till they have gone
And I am rolled away
Then in my absence
The putrid decay
Of real life resumes
Balcony moods
Morning offering;
Song of bird duo
By the yard edge
Bird frolic twitter;
A cheery quartet
Song fills dawn
Sunlight slants;
Window view sparkles
Last night's rain
Wet grounds betray;
Uneven footsteps traced
Joy after sorrow
Traces of old grief;
Ushered out abruptly
Old sepia memories
Silver nitrate etchings;
Old time photography
Haunting faces preside
Mother and father;
Yesterday's courtesy
Today flings
Doors wide open;
Strangers in paradise
Prayers on altars
Everywhere we go;
Living burying the dead
Can you hear
Sounds of old strains;
Voices calling in echoes
This life we live
Takes sterner stuff;
Hope feeds effort
Do you notice
A common melody;
Swirling time after time
Mundane routines
Calls time for after shocks;
Trauma feeds norm
When I listen
Do I hear
Sounds in the silence
Trip to market
Buy and sell;
Barter for things
Hate is fear exposed
Let love attend trade;
Poverty lives painful hatred
Look up and see
Dawn in a flash;
Insight reveals truth
Leon Enriquez
15 July 2014
Singapore
After the remote Big Bang cosmic chaos
in infinite void primal dust of matter chose
to cluster in captivating clumps so designed
in ethereal forms of nebula defined.
The cosmic winter’s prolong dark night
illumined in the universal primeval light
of unique stellar creation of sprawling galaxy
ushered sparkling spring of heavenly ecstasy.
In the celestial singular celebration
from the tapestry of Scorpius constellation
flew million light years in the deep space
the butterfly nebula with the cosmic grace.
June 4, 2019
Contest : Nifty Named Nebula's
Sponsor : William Kekaula
Picture chosen : # 1
Time comes un-ushered when the organs fail to function
in their normal healthy fashion, and the miserable mind
gets dragged with the diseased body into abyss of ailment,
as the course of modern medicine loses the prescribed way.
At the edge of hope when the helpless mind sorely gets
the unmistakable signal of the beginning of the end,
it surrenders to the benevolent power of the Almighty,
prays for the miraculous results of divine intervention.
In the darkness of opaque nights the tormented life finds
in the wilderness the winding path illumined by His light.
Soul sinks in the sea of infinite faith in the supreme savior
to know that the creator’s grace protects what He creates.
As the servile senses perceive the essence of His omnipresence,
the feeling of getting assured protection in His benign shelter
invigorates the mental strength for the destined rejuvenation,
and the body responds to the divine healing touch for revival.
December 6, 2020
Contest : Faith Healer
Sponsor : Kai Michael Neumann
In their celestial separation of almost two decades
My parents’ “till death do us part”* vow survived various blockades
With Mom’s “sudden” flight to heaven due to cardio-respiratory arrest
Leaving Dad in anguish, enclosing her warmly, momentarily in his breast.
By God’s grace, Dad miraculously handled his widower status
Moving on life’s journey with cheer midst times of lonesome hiatus
Believing that soon, his glorious reunion with Mom is blissful forever
Sealed around eternal love’s triumph, not anymore to waver!
Now… Dad’s departure from his mortal body is marked with wondrous serenity
He’s welcomed by the Lord, commending his fidelity…
Afterward ushered to my Mom who’s waiting in eagerness’ radiance
Sweet meeting beyond romantic elegance, blest with delight’s extravagance!
Looking at each other’s countenance with “missing you” intimacy
Eyes of faith radiate their longing, sufficed by their warm embrace-efficacy
Then joined by brethren-saints, they all exalt God in Hallelujah praising
As one joyous family, freed from long distance relationship, so oppressing!
Beholding them together in the Creator’s everlasting paradise
I praise and thank the Lord for His design, perfectly wise…
Dad and Mom are together again in their endless unity ties
Exploring perfection’s beauty, reminding that godly love never dies!
*Matthew 19:6 Wherefore they are no more twain, but one flesh. What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder.
January 25, 2019
9th place, "Writing Challenge 2, November-A Poem Meaningful" Poetry Contest Sponsored by Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode; judged on 11/20/2019.