Long Wants Poems
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On a warm sunny day
I let the dog out of the house
He wants to jump and play
He gets mud on my blouse
The warmth of the sun
I throw my dog’s toy
I try to have fun
I try to find the joy
I take in the view
I sit by the tree
He senses my mood
He walks up to me
“I’m sorry I’m sad
I don’t know what’s wrong
I’m doing pretty bad
I don’t know how to be strong”
My dog licks my face
He licks the tears away
He jumps in my lap
We both take a nap
But I wake up alone
I see his headstone
I see his old bone
I’m here on my own
I wish you were here
To greet me with cheer
To chase all my fears
I know that much is clear
I’m sorry you had to go
But I feel like you’re near
You’re the best dog I’ve known
Your spirit will always be here
Joy fills my heart with easy wit;
I learn to start to sense what fits.
Joy comes to me to flood new play;
Feel I set free to shape new say.
Joy gains a trust in ideas styled;
I know I must forge a fine smile.
Joy shapes each word to sway and touch;
Music is heard -- sure feel as such.
Joy floods blessings of grace and light;
Wise addressing now prompts new sights!
Joy shapes my days with profound feel;
I own my say: sign words that heal.
Joy simply plays with day and night;
I look and stay on happy sights!
Joy is my soul in ecstasy;
I feel most whole in harmony!
Joy delights now with ample wit;
Love does endow puzzles that fit!
Joy is my play as moments fling;
I know the way to reap fine things.
Joy cheers my heart, stills wants and needs;
Faith and hope start to find love's seed.
Joy brings me truth to see things clear;
I live sure proof in heart sincere.
Joy helps me voice pure heart that sings;
I make a choice to fill pulse strings.
Joy weaves a spell wholesome and wise;
I learn to tell soul's sure surprise!
Joy lives deeply in tender grace;
Heals completely poise, pulse and face!
Joy comes to free my shackled chains;
Yes, I now see beyond mind-brain!
Joy steers each day beyond quick-fix;
Beyond this clay, a wholesome mix.
Joy fills my heart with flame and fire;
Love simply starts -- true light inspires!
Leon Enriquez
20 Feb 2014
Singapore
Why, if only life was not so twisted
If only, simply by wishing,
It would have granted me that which I seek
If only, it would have let me be that which I am
A Queen, solo and fair,
Ruling with the magic at the tips of my fingers!
But the abode we live in is one made of negativity
Here, it becomes normal to yearn
Like the thirsty do, for a drop of water
And to die, without ever having been fulfilled!
But then, why should life pay heed to me
Who am I after all,
If not a tiny grain of sand
Pushed ashore by the tides and pulled back in
The water without ever being able to express
Of my own will?
Pray, seek I to bring peace and sooth to my soul
May I then be strong enough to pretend that I seek not
May I then, be obedient to life and live it as it wants me to
Rather than hankering after that which is illusory and transient!
The long, languorous
days of summer
have arrived.
Good-bye sweat shirts,
long sleeves and jackets.
Hello shorts and tanks,
bathing suits,
and sundresses.
Bring on the
pool parties!
Break out the grills -
it's barbecue time!
Who wants to
go camping?
I do! I do!
Gather the tent
and sleeping bags.
Don't forget the
fishing poles
and sunscreen.
It's summer time, folks!
Can't you hear
the beach calling
out to you:
"Come and Play!"
"Come and play!"
Frolic in the
waves and build
castles out of sand.
Let your inner
child cut loose and
celebrate summer!
8/4/16
For Ed Ebbs Anacreontic verse 4 Contest
I exist, where your heart fails to resist the lips of love
on the earlobe of your aching beauty and the nipples of your curving needs,
I exist in the circuit of blue veins that circle your flowering soul,
the star that stirs violet sparks in the center of your solar plexus,
I exist in the color of your lust
when your eyes espy the kiss between truth and desire,
I exist when temptation teaches your tears
that your sweetest strength is surviving within the arms of my firm affection,
I exist when the angel in you rises with the ecstacy of phenomenal exertion,
I am alive in the heartbeat of your happiness -
J.A.B.
And I threw it all away
Beginning perhaps of life anew
No more be there no yesterdays
Yet to begin... if only I knew
A lesser self, a bigger dream
Lessen with love, worsen with hate
A world to only seem
An otherness in all to simply await
And I am to know but lesser
Simply this way to let remain
A relief for things be a little better
Yet... might I simply have maintain?
Needs and wants to place aside
Worthy of freedom, worthy of nothing
Demeaning be life to survive to let die
For nothing in truth is everything
Thrown were things once own
Straying into life anew
Perhaps only in dreams have I a home
And to stay... if only I knew
You’re our Creator, God, and we’re Your creation
Thanks for reaching down to us for our sure salvation
To offer us Your fellowship of sweet heaven’s jubilation…
We’re Your people heading toward Your set glorious transformation.
You’re our Potter, God, and we’re Your clay
Thanks for designing us according to Your way
To shape us up by Your fellowship we can experience everyday…
We’re Your people living as vessels of honor while in Your plan we stay.
You’re our Master, God, and we’re Your servants
Thanks for calling us by Your immutable covenants
To include us in Your fellowship along Your reward-grants…
We’re Your people laboring with contentment against vanity-wants.
You’re our Head, God, and we’re Your body
Thanks for cleansing us from sinfulness’ malady
To perfect us in Your fellowship with Your truth so sturdy…
We’re Your people, waiting for You; and for Your coming, ever ready.
You’re our Leader, God, and we’re Your followers
Thanks for enabling us to obey You and Your orders
To bring us into Your fellowship upward maturity towers…
We’re Your people, living by faith, striving to be biblical defenders.
You’re our Vine, God, and we’re Your branches
Thanks for upholding us steadfastly midst stormy glitches
To nurture us with Your fellowship that spiritually enriches…
We’re Your people, bearing fruits by Your love, grace and mercy’s touches.
You’re our Shepherd, God, and we’re Your sheep
Thanks for delivering us out from death-valley’s deep
To carry us to Your fellowship where our hearts You safely keep…
We’re Your people*, trusting You from the time we awake till we sleep.
*Romans 11:2 God hath not cast away his people which he foreknew.
June 3, 2018
4th Place, "People" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Richard Lamoureux; judged on 6/10/2018.
It is three a.m.
The witching hour.
Trixie, my muse wants to play, do I want to sleep?
It does not matter.
My muse has me by the shortest nerves.
She is not letting me go either.
She loves to look up new words.
To sit with a Thesaurus in my lap.
To flip through and write down our favorite words.
To check and see if you can add an "ly" to this word and that word.
Trixie controls my mind.
They both want to play.
We work tomorrow.one of the under-bosses of my mind whispers.
We have to get up in two and a half hours.
Do we want to sleep?
It matters not.
Trixie rules me, especially at the witching hour.
I reach for the Thesaurus.
Love deceiver promises love, but gives you grief and a broken heart.
Love deceiver says, I love you but only wants to take your heart as a trophy.
Love deceiver has no conscience; they hunt day and night taking hearts and love, like an energy vampire.
Love deceiver never keeps their promises, only give confusion to your heart and mind.
Love deceiver, is an emotional expert, taking there time to drag you in to the nightmare, before they break your heart.
Love deceiver, has an endless desire to destroy love and make it hate.
For God tells us of this deceiver, how the deceiver comes in many forms.
For real love would never hurt and cause someone to suffer.
So, beware my loves, and pray for true love, and guard your heart from the love deceiver.
Lifting prayers to God, for today and always.
One lady waits
for her long dead mother to visit,
another, earnestly informs her husband
that she is far too young to marry him.
One guy stumbles up to a care-worker,
his tongue drooling rakishly.
He wants her badly
but his pick-up lines
are clogged between gums and dentures.
A green leaf hangs from a dying tree.
“Put that away Mr. Fanshaw”!
They come and go
through holes in their memories.
These, the old and put away,
in their careless and slipshod way,
remind us that autumnal brains
wither of living stems.
As I near the last dance
I wonder
how green my sap will be
when it dangles over
the edge of the unknown.