Long Ways Poems
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Abide with grace where the light dwells,
Make moments bring a touch of joy;
Plant a sure face in love's grand spell,
Live beyond things what life employs;
Expect the best to hurl fine ways.
Be without fear when troubles come,
Learn to live fest each sparkling day;
Explore and steer good faith that sums,
See happy lot that frames true sight;
Sense beyond here that lasting place,
Ignite fond thought with dazzling light;
Note wondrous cheer that floods this space,
Give then your all to lovely fill,
Succinct the call of love that thrills.
Leon Enriquez
31 August 2015
Singapore
ask me a riddle
one that's not hard
and with it i'd fiddle
and tear it apart
search for the words
in meticulous ways
looking for clues
to remove me from the maze
tell me a story
one that's not long
and i'd listen with interest
and follow along
and try to learn your yearnings
if your stories have morals
would they have happy endings
are there parts where the story curls
write me a song
with words of love
sing my name take me above
convince the world
melt my heart
make me believe in your art
hypnotize me with harmony
and sing to me until sadness leaves
paint my portrait
nothing fancy mind you
features are important
so don't spare the youth
paint me as you see me
I want to know the truth
if you paint my picture
can you see me loving you
show me your expression
look at me and smile
is your smiling laughter
let it linger for a while
can your eye's tell me
what you feel right now
is the feeling sexy
or can you show me how
am i asking to much
for this one time meeting
maybe you can come again
and we can call this dating
Form:
a few meeting here and there
a few kind words shown with care
each passing night of the summer
finally to find what i discovered
a few day dreams and fantasies
a few poetic themes and wishes to be
that simply vanished i could not see
but kindness always kept me hoping
the few times i tested my bravery
searching for that certian slavery
to give my heart and will
hoplessness could not kill
januarys cold winter night
found her sitting on summers site
joyful in that special mood
that extra nice that was extra smooth
she was surprized when i serenaded her
you should have seen her
wrap arms around my shoulders
i felt myself getting bolder and bolder
she kissed my cheek she kissed my neck
and took a moment to put on lip stick
we spoke of love and it's terrible ways
and how we made it through those uneasy days
who knows when we fell in love
maybe before then and it was a summer love
we held hands and made our confessions
though few the cold hours a wonderful lesson
we said "i love you's" that i knew were real
nothing except myself to make her feel
i finally found what i thought was forever lost
away to love someone and equally share the cost
we parted with "i love you " and the kiss of bliss
and with wondering and surprize that nite i missed
reaching to hold her from one block away
all day my thought of her stays and stays
walking home the next day yet colder still
passing by her house my wished it willed
she came out wishing me well
she had to be waiting of this i can tell
she hugged me and i asked for a kiss
forever on the lips and i will never miss
just for this moment who could ask for more than this
twentyfour hours of cold january bliss
Form:
Useless little words
Why do you mean so much?
Why did you tear so many fragile hearts?
With the pull of your lines…
With the light YANK of your unfinished sentences…
Why did you do this to me, useless little word?
Did you really want to make me cry a thousand tears?
And make me look like a fool?
A monster?
Useless little words,
Why are you so unfeeling?
Why has my heart been torn by your subtle existence on a page…
Or a text, or a message… or a simple ink blot…
Fighting with all your little ways
To get right under the skin…
Why do you tear open my very veins?
My very soul?
Useless little words,
There’s a fire waiting to be quenched,
But someone is always putting in the ammunition
So quick a spurt
SO QUICK A SPURT
That the tongue has its own cruel cold stoned heart
Waiting for the moment I shatter and fall apart
Why are you so fickle?
As deadly emotions trickle
Useless little words,
I’m on my way to silence again
Because you fool me every time
With your cruel, hell-laced intentions
Why do I even bother?
To let them bounce off my body…
They always remain
Useless little words,
Have drilled a hole straight through
Words never spoken
But always…always used…
Less and less spoken
Less and less kind
Useless little words,
I only wanted them to matter
I only wanted you to understand
That you can drill in me tonight
But tomorrow, when the day shines
You’ll leave
But only for a little while
And then you’ll be back again
Beautiful little words!
How I can always depend on you!
To return
Unlike…
I have lived the ways of darkness, I have done it’s part,
I spoke those words of destruction, that had filled my heart.
Anger, hurt, and pain, yes bitterness, was all there,
those things I had been given, freely I did share.
How it made me feel better, when I bit back you see,
as I lived out the darkness, that was inside of me.
I could feel the stings of anger, growing in my heart,
and from those thing’s, I gave others a part.
The hearts that I’ve destroyed, the destruction I left behind,
I was always justified, by the darkness in my mind.
I had no cares in this life, it was plain to see,
if there were true darkness, it, would have been me.
Now from these ways I’ve turned, I live in the light,
only with my own darkness, now I choose to fight.
To speak words of life, and begin to build you see,
cause from my darkened destructive past, God has set me free.
To live life anew, and to walk now in His Light,
from these ways of darkness, I stand now in God’s might.
Now waging wars of forgiveness, for love, for peace and life,
in His truths, and guidance, I will overcome this strife.
No chiming hour, no restless wheel of iron,
Shall break the silence of this mossy glen;
Far from the grave smoke of city-siren,
And all the weary, hurried ways of men.
Here, only whispers of the ancient pines,
Do teach the soul a calmer, deeper song,
Where dappled light in quiet glory shines,
And wild, free river-waters rush along.
I lay me down on banks of plush green,
A pagan heart within a wilder place,
To watch the shifting of the pastoral scene,
And look upon the sun’s unclouded face.
Let others seek the comfort of the stone,
And build their towers toward the vacant sky;
I find my solace in the woods alone,
Where simple truths within the shadows lie.
No glowing screen, nor telegraphic word,
Shall wake the spirit from this tranquil dream;
My voice is answered by the calling bird,
My mirror, the reflecting, silent stream.
Oh, give me back the forest and the bough,
The breath of earth, the twilight’s golden grace;
I break the chain of human labor now,
To find my heart in Nature’s soft embrace.
Oh, the wonders you’ll see at the zoo!
The colorful creatures that you may review
Once inside you can peek past the fence
And then you’ll be able to finally sense
The curious nature of big roving beasts
Who stare at a group after chomping on feasts
Of flesh from a weaker link in the food chain
While strutting their tails emphasizing their vain
And self centered ways as if you do not matter
For in a heartbeat they could turn you to splatter
Yet oddly enough they are quite entertaining
For all of the tricks that are learned in their training
Upon their arrival they’re already taught
To like their confinement since freedom is naught
Consequentially the animals feel safely kept
Their daily routine of exploits they accept
So worry not for the dear creatures, my friend
They’re happiest when they cannot comprehend
Empowerment comes with some sufferin’ and cryin’
The humans can't reason as well as us lions.
Stirring hearts – igniting sparks
Joy and hope, peace and love
Lighting the world with His fire
Favor that fills the soul
With a spirit of sincerity, a feeling
That inspires truth and sharing,
Generosity that abounds
In the silence of a moment
When a heart is forever changed
By the wonder of His grace
The forever in His ways
The reasons I will always praise
Whispers of courage – inspired
By a faith so alive, so brave
There is belief that never fades
Into the stillness, that quiet place
Where the heart rests when
Life becomes too crazy, too weird
Ridiculous to consider, eccentric
And without any true sensible
To color the dreams in a forever
Who knows the meaning of believing
The meaning who flavors moments
In a faith that overwhelms the doubt
Leaves the heart with certainty
Abiding trust – conviction and credence
Moving the mind to listen
Erasing the darkest suspicions
With a confidence who never fades,
A moment that is all ablaze
With sincerity that rains its grace
Through the soul, through the hopes
Into the dance of a life, a chance
For the saints to amaze
The light to illuminate and hesitate
Just beyond the freedom,
Where He is forever with us,
Inviting the heart into a relationship
Where His love is the center,
His mercy gives the gift of giving
This is the time – the age
To find the answers in Him
With prayers going up,
Singing hymns filled with inspiration,
Listening to the quiet of a light
Who arises to bless and bring us
Each one a piece of forever
The elation that His presence
Stirs into the fire of a blessing
Far brighter than any breath of the sun
Far greater than any hope just begun
So that we can know love that is always
Love that brings the heart so much
Warmth that there is a comfort
Who fills the soul with unending pleasure
This is the time, this moment
For reaching out to the hand of hope,
The One who knows just how to cope
Jesus, our everlasting promise…
The One who brings us out of the darkness
Into the moment when we can be sure
There is glory to look forward to
There is wonder that never fades away
There is light to shatter the doubt
There is love that can erase every ache
There is Jesus… and He is the only way
To know a life that is filled with grace
Time reminds…
When I was five,
I thought my mom was old
And my grandmother – well, yes,
She was ancient, archaic, antique
My great-grandmother…
Just imagine my thinking!
When I was twenty,
I thought my mom was still old
And my grandmother?
Well she was the ageless saint
The one I listened to and heeded
As the answer to the old-fashioned ways
Of my great-grandmother, who
Had went home to be with Jesus
When I was forty,
I thought my mom was quite young
You see… things had changed for me
My grandmother – she was elderly now
Not the ancient, archaic, antique of the past
And, it wouldn’t be long before she’d move away
To her home on high, where Jesus is the light
When I was fifty-six – today
I realized my mom might one day go away
To that home where Jesus is the King
God only knows… how I dread that day
When her heart rests in the One who created
Each grace, each faith… each moment
When I say… Old age, well, you see…
Old age is just a number, not a picture-perfect rendition
The reality is… old age means being closer to that day…
When Jesus takes my hand and leads me into the promised land!
Soupers often engage in emotional ways.
There can be depth in what two might exchange.
When someone leaves our shared Soup domain,
their diminished light is a missed, valued sight.
Some remarks feel like word-shaped embraces
and time together often leaves valued traces.
Is is not odd, just plain strange, as well as an ache
that Soup relationships are both close and remote?
I have missed your small-boxed faces,
your writes and presence on my pages.
I wonder if other soup pals also ponder
the restrictions our bonds form under.
I recall the joys of our hellos and ‘getting to knows’
But ‘byes and why-gone words’ are silent blows.
It must be a new age emotional feeling
the internet brought into being
so people everywhere could connect.
Dog-gone-it, doesn’t connect
sound inept?