Long Valuation Poems
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Come, understand yourself,
and make a realization
on thinking
Knowledge is the food of a soul, eat
this for the sake of god,
leave all robotic thought
There is no darkness when
I entered into the true room
of my soul
There is light in soul, light
of God, which wants
to illuminate me
But subconsciously I cover
it by following other
blindly
Oh! I'm sane! Still not a
Saint! Insane I'm in the true
love of GOD
O' beloved Soul! God is only
my goal You're not foul,
Valid in world's bowl
Be in divine contemplation
Pray in ONE God's passion
Time is your valuation
Be with the reality and God's
memory in nanosecond's
motion
- October 16, 2018 Chattogram
I see streams afar off,
Yet it seems closer than I would beckon.
I sense pains far away in a long haul,
In the fullness of time, its nigh the door of my heart.
It's choking hard, I feel the streams so near.
It's filling up to the beam of my eyes moments after another.
It's rather full, my eyes are burning dim.
A close up to reality in a shattered state.
Feels good to let it out, to embrace actuality.
It's no game of being strong in weak strength.
ways I give to weakness as i shed my life out.
The streams are almost here at the brinks of my eyes.
I have strayed way off the path.
My lanes of constraint, my cap of honor.
Those which I call principles, scared tenets.
I have sold dignity with cheap coins,
and worthless my integrity stands at trial.
Do I consider self esteem in a meaningless revival?
I seek a baton from shame to earnest pity.
I pray for self respect, just to amount as something.
To be counted as estimable in valuation.
I want to wear pride with self-consciousness.
And leave aside frivolous escapade of stained regrets.
Die in flesh and awake myself in Christ.
I'm tired of living a disarranged life in lust.
I'll rather a flip over from shame to grace.
"I know your race. It is made up of sheep. It is governed by minorities, seldom or never by majorities" ~ from The Mysterious Stranger by Mark Twain
What causes war?
Why does it perpetuate?
Power? Greed? Money?
Man's obsession with lining his pockets,
his valuation of money
above humanity,
above the earth that ultimately supports us?
The separation of the leaders,
those who profit,
and the complicit followers,
from those wielding the physical murder weapons?
Rationalizations?
Does money, which has no heart,
rule leaders and marketers,
who, in turn,
leverage and manipulate
emotions, tribalism, us vs. them?
Click.
I don't understand it,
but I wonder
if we all share part of
the guilt.
Touch of morning
Kitchen aroma;
Caffeine fix
~~~~~~~~~
Sunlight dazzles
Myriad colours hurl;
Sights and sounds
~~~~~~~~~
Balcony duet
Lovebirds singing;
Morning serenade
~~~~~~~~~
Observe and see
Marvels of light;
Beyond words
~~~~~~~~~
Wonder tints
Calm acceptance;
Miracle moments
~~~~~~~~~
Bamboo swaying
Windy escapades;
Leafy music
~~~~~~~~~
Sample choice
Declare poise;
Fanfare moves voice
~~~~~~~~~
Pretty curves
Smiles and breasts;
Lovely delight
~~~~~~~~~
Here we sit
Aware of cares;
Stillness presides
~~~~~~~~~
Chinese herbal tea
Hot water brew;
Bitter taste comforts
~~~~~~~~~
Finesse shows
Humour fond wit;
Buzz of insight
~~~~~~~~~
Patient footprints sculpt
Telling footpath here;
Grassy shortcut
~~~~~~~~~
Morning offering
Stray house dog barks;
Urgent nature's call
~~~~~~~~~
City district buzz
Stock trades down south;
Uncertain dilemma
~~~~~~~~~
Crash and burn
Lost valuation;
Business distress
~~~~~~~~~
Sleeping partners
Awakened by loss;
Bad times hurt
~~~~~~~~~
In one swift stride
Joy ride tells;
Curvy smiles arc
~~~~~~~~~
Once upon then
Love's desire;
Discrete sensations
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
01 May 2016
Singapore
My product's diurnal, nocturnal,
Forever and aye, Eternal.
Rarer than a diamond coin,
Yet impossible to purloin.
Bendable, but won't break,
Though stretched till it ache.
Beloved of gods, high and mighty:
By the Lord of Hosts; and by Aphrodite.
Possessed by so very, very few;
Per Shakespeare--only by King Lear's Fool.
Priceless is its valuation,
Utterly immune to deflation.
**********
You know, I'd sell the world the TRUTH;
Yet were I to claim there's a buyer,
I'd be a true liar.
What is fear; something outward or within?
Strangely serene; how darkness holds all still.
Fight or flight? On either, truth will transcend.
Of life, love, and lust; risks rewarded thrill.
A feeling? A thought? Or just a notion?
A primevally hardwired cautiousness?
All and naught. A truly raw emotion.
Too fear, is at the root of consciousness.
Null fear; would there be any joy in love?
The valuation in that lost and gained
makes no difference in the light thereof.
Through fear; life and it’s meaning are sustained.
Fear is rooted alongside the being;
cinched, behold all that’s worthy of seeing.
8-20-2021
My parents would be horrified if I described them antique
With their laughter lines and wrinkles they really are unique
They are getting old now but are invaluable and precious to me
I dread to think when the day arrives - my parents I will never see
I watch the Antiques Roadshow and they give out a valuation
How can you put a value on parents – they are my one salvation
I am so lucky to still have them, they have had many years on this earth
Without the two of them there would never have been my birth
So cherish what is precious to you, it may not be worth a lot
But look after aged parents they are the only ones you’ve got
21st April 2014
Submitted to Black Eyed Susan’s
Antiques Free Poetry Contest
I’d extend an invitation
to all in the congregation
through this speech of inspiration
which is quite a compilation
yet I expect no adulation
and no gest of adoration
for in my own estimation
it’s a trifle occupation
clearing out the obfuscation
of a simple predication
o’er the course of this oration
through the rhyme of this dictation
See it’s a feebly built narration,
or an errant adaptation
sitting ‘top a weak foundation
grounded on some old quotation
writ in archaic notation
which seems to bear no strong relation
to the current held fixation
on the poorly built translation
which is more of a mutation
than an actual citation.
Now to give a brief summation
I will fight off the temptation
and my present inclination
to continue this vocation
and I’ll risk your irritation
with this act of abdication
and upset your expectation
by using this line instead
to add a bit of variation
as the only deviation
in my final recitation.
Now please stifle your elation
as I offer resignation
for I’m out of medication
and I fear the obligation
to interpret revelation
meant to spell out your salvation
is to my great consternation
causing meal regurgitation
and worse stomach ulceration
though at best the correlation
is just my imagination.
So I’m taking a vacation
to a tropical location
lost in wild vegetation
where I’ll watch in adoration
those grass skirts in their gyration
and sip drinks of fermentation
to avoid the dehydration
that always comes by deprivation
or by over-conservation.
If it’s any consolation,
after lots of vaccination
I’ll pursue my destination
through a week of navigation
on a vessel of flotation
as my mode of transportation
and forego all aviation.
So I plead, dear congregation
understand my situation
‘spite my freedom from taxation,
just suppress your indignation
toward my dreams of recreation
though I have no explanation
save this current presentation.
And though there is no valuation
for true acts of consecration,
after much consideration
if you’d show your dedication
with a generous donation,
I could use the insulation.
Amen.
In every heart mending moment
I stand and speak you as mine
A one of a kind redeeming love
No shame in my game
The answer is still the same
Glad I gotcha to change your name
I loved our wedding
Unguided until you told me
There was something I needed to see
The start of our pregnancy defined you
Then what's ah man to do
I knew it was only you
Told me you loved me too
Got my heart mending
A broken heart can heal
Something a real man can reveal
In love there ain't no skill
It's all about you
It's all about us
It's not about me
Tell the world
Maybe they'll see
It's all about us
That's how you complete me
It's all about us
It's not about me
Orchestration and transcription
By: BigSoundSenergy and
ooh I bah
"Ain't Nothing Right without you here"
Sampled with permission
From Ross Music
Restricted by silk smooth Strings
and horns
Vocals and music arrangements done
By Glitter and Gold Music Company
Valuation Amore and Sweet Sounds
Of Lovers sang on "Lovly" instrumental
Composed by Koolluster and Brilliant Shine
For Greet Us Sound Company
"End to end, to what beginning
to who will be first" quote with definition
Defined by Professor "Frog" Striker
Of Sweet University Music Department
"Applaud" and Infant appears via DimeCo. International
And Coco Sniff Music llc.
In accounting, there are inventory methods one must know any day.
It does not matter whether or not you are a CPA.
One of the accepted methods is commonly known as “FIFO”
Another inventory accounting procedure is called “LIFO”
Those are both acronyms in case you didn’t know.
Everything depends on the current economic situation.
Each method may render a different inventory valuation.
This is especially true in significant periods of inflation.
“FIFO” stands for “first in, first out”
“LIFO” means “last in, first out”
In the former, the earliest prices are used to determine inventory value.
With “LIFO”, the most recent costs are used in income review.
Become familiar with both procedures and others like this.
Get to know these two valuations if you are involved in business.