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The vital line was drawn with one brush stroke
The way the back leant curving into space
The dance and danger both are thus evoked
Like a play, a drama, fire and smoke
A dance performed so swiftly and with grace
The vital line was drawn with one brush stroke
The heavy bull is pounding,is provoked.
A threat, a man, intrudes into his space
The dance and danger both are still evoked
See, the matador throws out his cloak
A dash of black, and here we see his face
The vital line was drawn with one brush stroke
The mind needs just a hint to see the whole
We fill the present with our past distaste
The dance and danger, mirroring dark smoke
Acting both dramatic and displaced
The artist may still love what he forsakes
The vital line was drawn with one brush stroke
The dance and danger , life and death evoked
I decided a Villanelle to write
Looking at my garden on cusp of summer’s end
Soon within my heart I realized my plight
There the morning glories had reached their height
My garden no longer a pretty godsend
I decided a Villanelle to write
I saw my mistake right away alright
My garden wrapped in morning glories offends
Soon within my heart I realized my plight
The daylilies no longer bloomed just right
A pastoral scene I would need to pretend
I decided a Villanelle I would write
No longer is there the sound of bobwhite
Only the crows caw a warning to defend
Soon within my heart I realized my plight
A pastoral scene came to me with delight
A sun rises over silhouetted pines and suspends
I decided a Villanelle to write
Soon within my heart, I realized my plight
Written: Sunday, August 21, 2022
For: Milton's contest
Traveling the roads of destiny
many surprises to be found
each leading to some new beauty
Some journeys taken most blithely
for exotic places we are bound
traveling the roads of destiny
Fabulous sights from balcony
of spires and ancient battlegrounds
each leading to some new beauty
Journeys some take with ceremony
for new places we are now bound
traveling the roads of destiny
Paths reach out in disharmony
the right one has to be now found
each leading to some new beauty
Some of them full of tyranny
the awful silence of no sound
traveling the roads of destiny
each leading to some new beauty
The Haunting at Darkwood Hall
As shadows deepened by the belfry wall
Only one of them saw the spectre where
Dusk crept, silent, through ancient Darkwood Hall.
And on that wall a ghostly spectral scrawl
And they lingered before the warning there
As shadows darkened by the belfry wall.
Only one read the curse and dared them all
And as footsteps sounded on a distant stair,
Dusk crept, silent, through ancient Darkwood Hall.
But one would not leave, as they would recall,
Who chose to accept the curse’s fatal dare
As shadows deepened by the belfry wall
Who repeated that wraith’s evil call
As, transfixed by that spectre’s deathly stare,
Dusk crept, silent, through ancient Darkwood Hall.
And the one who stood and dared them all
Forever held by that apparition there.
As shadows deepened by the belfry wall,
Dusk crept, silent, through ancient Darkwood Hall.
OUR CONVERSATION:
DEAR SINGAPORE
Change follows heart and we must face harsh facts
Our conversation exposes real pains
We the people must forge our fate with tact
Understand the scenario to dare act
Look deeper still to work on ideas plain
Change follows heart and we must face harsh facts
Focus common agenda and enact
Walk a steady path to manage new gains
We the people must forge our fate with tact
We live with risk and earn what we attract
Struggle with issues, concerns and constraints
Change follows heart and we must face harsh facts
Conspire with purpose, spirit, trust and act
Seek opportunities to beat disdain
We the people must forge our fate with tact
To forge consensus is to live fond pact
Assurance comes from results we attain
Change follows heart and we must face harsh facts
We the people must forge our fate with tact
Leon Enriquez
16 Mar 2014
Singapore
My fantasies alive and well;
these pleasing visions in my mind
that deep within my spirit dwell,
of sandy shores that cast their spell,
and lead to treasures that I find.
My fantasies alive and well,
and thoughts of love cause hearts to swell,
with passions which I seek to bind
that deep within my spirit dwell,
and urges feelings that compel
my inner being to unwind.
My fantasies alive and well,
these secrets buried in my shell,
and written in these rhymes you’ll find
that deep within my spirit dwell.
I bare to you, my soul I tell,
now closest secrets unconfined;
my fantasies alive and well
that deep within my spirit dwell.
January 23, 2019
A POET’S MUSE
To this poet’s muse pressed upon the page
Of words that linger, and of an imagery set
Such is the alteration of every man’s stage
Where the players of the words as engage
Playing with their emotions, they do beset
To this poet’s muse pressed upon the page
As even centuries can be of a different age
When nowt' within the lines, is ever preset
Such is the alteration of every man’s stage
Words of man, or god's, one cannot gauge
When their thoughts, are to intertwine yet
To this poet’s muse pressed upon the page
As oft to its characteristics, one may wage
When the purpose within the lines, we get
Such is the alteration of every man’s stage
To the words written, one too can assuage
When fearful words that upon one, did fret
To this poet’s muse pressed upon the page
Such is the alteration of every man’s stage
My muse has gone to Hades, is that hell?
I sing for her while my heart palpitates
Wow, I’ll be in demonic space as well
I think my little cat has lost her bell.
On my plight, I sit and meditate
My muse has gone to Hades, is it hell?
The cat can’t phone, if only she could yell.
I hear my thoughts and manic, agitate.
Soon I’ll be in demonic space as well
I wish that animals could use a cell.
All they can do is eat and procreate
My muse has gone to Hades, Villa Knell
I hear that poets should show but never tell
All I can do with wit is cogitate.
Will I fly to inner space as well?
I earn enough,more than the going rate
I use black pens and you should see my state
My muse has gone to Hades, give her hell
Oh, I am lured to ink dark space as well!
Mary was a happy girl to be cherished always,
everyone who knew her was simply marveled...
at her romantic words that rang like merry bells.
Unfortunately, she died in her early fifties;
a precious life was lost but her memory remained...
Mary was a happy girl to be cherished always!
She was young, bright and beautiful as stars...
the moving stories she wrote were kind of sad;
Mary's big eyes reflected pretty aqua skies!
People came from distant towns and cities
to hear her voice so resonant and kind;
Mary was a happy girl to be cherished always!
At her wake, friends and family recited prayers...
her influence on them must have been grand;
Mary was a happy girl to be cherished always!
Do not let doubt take root within your heart.
To pain, and wrong paths, it keeps the feet bound
To where gathered dark clouds refuse to part.
Yes, hearts wrench as ones beliefs fall apart.
When, in that held dear, there is no truth found,
Will doubt grow, deepening within the heart.
If the narrow, cramped way is where we start,
And if within our souls humbled hearts pound,
Never will the dark clouds refuse to part.
For some, the tickling of ears is their art.
Their empty words furrow a hollow sound;
Sowing the seeds of doubt within the heart.
Pursue truth, as one who chases a hart.
Once captured, wrestle it, hold it to the ground.
Only then will the clouds begin to part.
My love, from you my gaze does not depart;
Vowing only to what keeps us ever bound.
Do not let doubt take root within your heart,
Lest the gathered dark clouds refuse to part.