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My seven-month-old daughter, beside herself
with swirling fascination, has unfolded
her tiny arm a bridge for Christmas elves’
safe passage, unconcerned she’s being scolded
by Papa Grinch - who’s clacking away at this.
From my perspective on the less-festive couch,
I cannot see her sparkling eyes witness
magical animation, but I’ll vouch
something’s ‘bout to go down, based on a smile
and ding-a-ling giggles; her angelic face
lit up as though nutcrackers march awhile
icicles melt the seams of man-made space
where a dad’s unaware this innocent time
(just for me) gift wraps Naomi’s holiday crime.
11/30/2018
Notice nice noise
Verbal verse voice
Thrill thoughtful think
List laughing links
Belief bakes bread
Rich rapture raids
Fresh fragrance fair
Dream daring dare
Line lively lines
Vouch vibrant vines
Fling fable form
Nice naughty norm
See sensuous sights
Live lovely light
Write wonder works
Juice jumping jerk
List lovely looks
Buy blooming book
Mull moving make
Trust toilsome take
Play pines pure proof
Truth telling truth
Cite clever crook
Bring baking book
Empty each eat
Finder's fond feat
Gain gracious greed
Flatter force feed
Sign special say
Dreary dream day
Mime mellows mime
Time telling time
Charm cunning choice
Values verse voice
Play precious poise
Numb bulling noise
Leon Enriquez
01 July 2014
Singapore
(Dedication: For Courtney Vinch, Keep faith in yourself.)
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Come find your true place as love seeks you too;
Open mind and heart to know that time heals;
Urge your radiant face to fond cheer that coos;
Rise as feelings start to attract goodwill.
Now feel what you feel in mindset you own;
Etch a new story that helps you be free;
Your know love can heal if your heart is known;
Verse scripts you can see allows joy to be.
Inch steady slow steps and create your map;
Niche your soul treasure in what your heart knows;
Cheer is your own flap to cast your kind trap;
Here you can measure what your desires show.
Believe in your fate that love now reveals;
End of pain relates your life trend you fill.
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Learn to be cheery despite the harsh pains;
Open your heart more to simple pleasures;
Vouch for less moody the sordid refrains;
Embrace your sweet core with childlike treasures.
Wish upon a star to be your delight;
Ignite your feelings with sun burst splendour;
Love catapults far in inspired clear sight;
Life is yet willing to grant you grandeur.
Do what feels just right, embrace help that comes;
Empty the old gall and start new right here;
Sweet days follow nights to balance old sums;
Indulge and install your grand tale of cheer.
Go on and grab joy with grand thoughts lovely;
Now let your dreams toy with faith that's lively.
Leon Enriquez
26 Apr 2014
Singapore
(Note: This poem is an Acrostic Sonnet.)
Now I am sitting alone in this
Funny wagon with my boom box
and minding my own business
along with a bunch of numskulls
who thinks I am a nutcase like them—
What a drag! And they think we are
all going to a Funny Farm where
they take those who go bananas!
But I know better because
I am good and dandy--
One hell of a cockscomb dude!
All I am doing is
bamboozling them for now,
Behaving as if I am one of them—
These dolts, dim-witted blockheads!
But, YOU, who’s reading this,
can vouch for me, won’t ya?
Why? Because you are as cool as I am,
It takes one to know one!
You catching my drift, ain’t ya?
~07/16/15
~"Colloquialism" contest by Laura Leiser
The topic at hand was Jack's carbuncle;
but all I heard was this absurd reply,
Jill sighed, "Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle".
She hung up the phone as fast as pigs fly.
A carbuncle is one huge, giant boil.
Jill claims she observed a bright gloriole
resting 'top Jack's head, entwined in a coil;
his recessed eyes forever on a roll.
Pain in Jack's head and eyes had been spreading
slowly across his face from ear to ear,
while skies outside held a monkey's wedding.
Sunshine and showers made a rainbow appear.
Jack couldn't see it but this word's from Jill -
Opening the window, touching his head,
rainbow brought healing from their window sill.
Jack's eyes opened as that carbuncle fled.
Magic smells of petrichor, Jack will vouch
caused his cure in a miraculous way.
He testifies of damp dust on his couch.
Both know which's right, six ways from Sunday.
*a gloriole is a halo
February 20, 2018
She makes up the stories about things of the past,
She lies about how things occurred,
Happily rewriting stories of how life had played out;
History she tries to reword,
To make her the one organising the fun,
How he would obey as she said,
To make her the carrier of the moral high ground,
Now others are gone, sick or dead,
But what she can’t see, about these little facts,
Is that I, too, was there all along,
And can vouch for the actual truth of this past,
The truth exposing her wrong,
The quarrels and defiance, the lack of foresight,
The spite to frustrate, to make sad,
The hindrances that she’d put up all the time,
To stop the fun times that he had.
3/3/15
Remember we take responsibility on our own account
As of now
How?
Could you have any idea what I'm about
If you just listen to what came out of another person's mouth
Especially if it was negative and rather foul
Then don't you dare have a cow
Before giving me a chance to disprove the doubts
Not that I'm worried about having to verify or vouch
And with that I'm out
Stomach continuing to growl
Time to get some chow
Preferrably kung pao
Cruising around the town
To familiar and unfamiliar grounds
Enjoying the moment atop the mountains and the profound
Amount of clouds
Aiming to rise higher with less fluctuation than the renowned DOW
And if not, I'd still be proud
For trying instead of giving up and holding my head down
It's not allowed
Don't cross the line or move out of bounds
Like a wolf, I like to stare up at the moon and howl
Before continuing on the prowl
With senses and vision sharper than an owl
Never blowing my cover or making a sound
Sometimes I burn up so much loud
All by myself or with a crowd
By: Dalton Ogletree
Journey Journal Page
SPIRIT-SOUL
By Leon Enriquez
Mind-body, spirit soul
Yield to harmony whole
Abide with sound and light
Rich vibrations give sight
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Ask that the truth now shows
Mystic moments of flow
Arrive and depart zeal
Intuit a deeper feel
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Choice moves voice to speak
Joy of heart to scale peaks
Emotive waves of cheer
Sight as true faith blinds fear
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Urge senses to feel mood
Surge of high realms of good
Thought to know the right way
Heart to heed poise to pray
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Echoes of spirit bright
Charm in radiant light
Hear the message of sound
Rich field that moves and grounds
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Image and idea sync
Spread intense on verge brink
Taste gratitude right here
Opt thanksgiving good cheer
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Meek attitude knows quest
Yes to truth to live best
Love moves our sacred space
Old and new informs face
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Rapture now comes to be
Dance in circles I see
Open heart knows in time
Feel of knowing that chimes
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Love is the way to live
Opt joy that ever gives
Vouch beauty and truth dear
Expand your being clear
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Here and Now faith meets zest
Explore the spirit fest
Rich domains await then
Exult path to transcend
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Truth marks finesse now here
Ripples of waves that steer
Urge joy in cause of sight
Etch chords of sonic flight
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Taste the vibrant still mimes
Old and new radiant rhymes
Dance in pure lavish light
Reap true cosmic insight
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Etch in sketch of the word
Apt the splendour once heard
Meet fond rapture and bliss
Stillness in glimpse of peace
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Yore of true love ever sweet
End and start the word thus greets
Story of a timeless grace
Heart and spirit-soul now trace
Urge of your godly fine touch
Apt divine love says so much
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Leon Enriquez
21/22 January 2024
Singapore
Speaking to the clock
"tick-tock..tick-tock..."
The Cold breeze whispered in her ears:
"Kill and I will clot..
Like a cherry on top,
Thou shall suck the ruptured spleen
Taste of blood, thine eyes shall gleam.."
She grinned in mockery of their fears:
"yes Master! I read your chimes,
In my alleys, wisdom sublimes
Into the smoke, of a stale corpse
My rhymes are written in ruby drops.."
Night has fled beneath her eyes
And there, she stood by her prey:
Thorough, and her hair was dark
Conscience seldom would embark
Her psyche, she had no doubt
Loved the redness on her pout..
The glee that death had given her
Made her fly into the azure,
Choice of knives,
Choice of lives,
Or raw, she liked her meal
Broken bones,
With fleshy robes
Alive! It made her feel:
Fingers dripping blood,
She licked the floor..
For more,
Poor prey! she kept it still
As she devoured to the heart..
The Cold Air embraced her in a passionate kiss..
Esctatic shiver in the icy trance,
She had her dessert:
Eyes that lolled on the couch,
She plucked, as per her divine vouch,
Time had passed, without a glance..
She leaves the night for the damned
Until hungry again.
Oh for a place to lay my weary head
To seek a haven from the stormy strife
With certainty to give my love and life
And know that I’m adored on sacred bed
Oh for a place to lay my body down
To disrobe of the doubts and naked lie
In opulence of love to gratify
And have true kisses for my head a crown
Oh for a place where doubt dare not appear
Where I can be the one and only dream
Where passion’s not a trickle but a stream
Where arms of love hold all that heart holds dear
I’m wearied from my search for blissful rest
My armor weights me down, my fears assail
From rended heart breaks forth lamenter’s wail
The hope of love from me the world did wrest
Give me a place upon your chest to sleep
Ensure me that your love will steadfast be
Vouch safe to me your ardent constancy
Then with your lips set seal and promise keep
Eileen Manassian