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Here I journey
In strange deep dark,
To spy a spark
That bids me see.
Dark is the night
As I grope round,
Seek glimpse to ground
Loss of clear sight.
Glimpse if I can
The true pathway,
Through night and day
To know brief plan.
Drenched in the storm
Where darkness wets,
Loss paves rough set
In sheer harsh norms.
Cold and wet rain
Soaking up hope,
Blindness now scopes
Cold marrow pain.
Here as I dare
Brave wet wet pain,
Let the cold rain
Lay blame I bear.
Is there a way
To see more clear,
In spite of fear
A better day?
Leon Enriquez
04 November 2018
Singapore
Wet morning rain,
Skyline wears gloom;
Dawn bears deep pains,
Sun fails to bloom.
Dawn streams heavy,
Dreams feel cold touch;
Dark clouds I see,
Dense rain wets much.
A drenching gain,
A blurry set;
A downpour drains,
All things now wet.
Wake-up to cold,
Whisper dense feel;
Weak words unfold,
Work in grim chill.
New day creeping,
Niche blur thought trains;
Note form dragging,
Numb pulsing rain.
Deep gloomy dark,
Skyline feeds gloom;
No sunny spark,
Cold floods this room.
Drape Sunday blues,
Awake cold stares;
Weary form cues,
Note morbid cares.
Leon Enriquez
13 June 2015
Singapore
The sea beckons.
The air is heavy with heat,
the sun fries the streets
shrivels up trees
and I feel parched.
Tired I trudge towards the waterfront.
Still the sea beckons.
Sweat runs down my face,
wets my unshaved face,
dampens my collar,
as I plod towards
the pebble lined sea shore.
The small waves glimmer,
winking in hot rays,
inviting me to cool myself.
Insistently the sea beckons.
Summer is at its worst.
I hobble down
towards the beach,
pull down my clothes
and stand in the sun's emissions
wearing my swimsuit.
Constantly the sea beckons.
I trudge towards the water's edge,
jump in and then
come out quickly, yelping.
I feel a jelly fish sting,
it burns red across my thigh.
Disillusioned I tramp back home.
The sea beckons no more.
21 August 2021
I don’t know how I got here
The first thing I notice is the smell of embers,
As my heavy eyes begin to let light into them
Darkness is all around me,
With fire being the only light source
Why fire?
Fear fills me to the brim,
And I realize I am trapped in orange,
Ash fills my lungs,
But why does it feel somewhat nostalgic?
Have I been here before?
I walk forward but the hard concrete pierces my sole,
The concept of being combusted pierces my soul,
I take another step,
But now a viscous liquid wets my foot,
And the inferno grows yet again,
My neck creaks while I inspect my surroundings,
Despair and hopelessness take over my feelings
Tears create lines down my cheeks as they descend,
And the funny feeling they make is familiar
I realize I shall meet the same fate as those before me,
Surrounded by fire and alone,
Surrounded by people but alone,
Loneliness is the last thing that comes back to me,
When I find there are no windows,
No door,
No openings,
No help,
No escape.
The Maltese Moon,
she draws my eyes
to shapely orb
in starlit sky
she smiles at me
with wanton grace
and spills desire
upon my face
I'm all awash
in milky glow
sacred secrets
Mine to know...
the Maltese Breeze
he flirts with me
can't let me be
his fingers trace
my rounded face
my hair he twirls
my skirt's a whirl
he has no care
this Maltese Breeze
alone can dare
dishevel me
and set me free
The Maltese Sea
now beckons me
wets my desire
in moon glow fire
that rides the waves
as my heart craves
His liquid arms
and all his charms
This Maltese Sea
so vast so free
is calling me
is calling me....
I close my eyes
as Maltese Air
caresses my lips
in great fanfare
I breath him in
in sheer delight
invigorated
by his might
I pause a while
my life on hold..
my heart, it beats
so brave, so bold
The others, they just
walk on by
and yet I wait
alone, I sigh
Awash in light
of Maltese Moon
the Maltese Breeze
just simply croons
and Maltese Sea
he, murmurs sweet
and I am lost
In Maltese treat
The magic starts to fade away
I start to walk, I cannot stay
They've called me from my reverie
I rush to catch up with the three
but turn for one more blessed glance
at Maltese Moonbeam's fond romance
There's more to me than what they know
more passion than what I can show
The Maltese Moon, she smiles at me
For we have shared sweet ecstasy
Eileen Manassian
This life is fine
The world is mine
Though I can’t stop
The hands of time
The birds all sing
And flowers bloom
The sun still shines
And chases gloom
And I can view
The sparkling sea
And all the stars
Just dance with me
The clouds, they hide
And I must seek
The creatures small
At me, they peek
The grass is cool
Beneath my feet
The water dew
Now wets my cheek
I have true friends
A family
And hope of an
Eternity
A place where I
Will not fear death
Where all is sweet
Upon my breath
Where tears will cease
to touch my face
And I am blessed
By Heaven’s Grace
My life is fine
The world is mine
This is my time
To truly shine
Eileen Manassian
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Mother watch me
Im in the water
Its kind
It caresses me
And wets my hair
Mother look im moving in the waves
They love me
Its warm
Can't you watch me
Im waving
Mother it's guiding me
To some kind of fairytale it wants me to see
I want to go mamma
Can I go?
I see you sleeping on the sand
I saw a seal, mamma did you see
The sea wanted me to follow it
The sea the sea
Im floating mamma
The sea, it's taking me
Mother watch me far away
Im going with the sea
Im doing as it says
Its taking me mamma
Im running with the tides
Its beautiful Mother
Im in the deep blue
I can't see the sands
I cannot see you
But mamma im happy
Im going now Mother
The sea the sea
Its taking me
In it's embrace
I wish you could see
It starts with one box
Full of good potatoes
Judging from inside out
You have good potatoes here
Slime simpering smell
Drifting in from nowhere
Perhaps is just a heat
Supposedly is one of those days
They still look good
Just open the box to catch the air
Before you know it
The dead rat scent is unbearable
Stinking liquid wets the bottom of the box
Almost the whole box is rotten
How could you not see that coming?
Was it your ignorance?
Were you deceived by the lookssss?
What have you done?
There was something about one potato,
That did not look like it would spoil right?
Could be that small dark mark have
Spoiled the whole box?
Was it one of those contagious thing?
Nobody is perfect isn't so?
You are not perfect isn't so?
How to see a serpent covered in Human skin?
The rotten smell attracts fruit flies,
When troubles arise you will see
Promise of peace drifting by
Only to turn to be traitors
Whilst spirit beings perish
In the valleys of ignorance
Like the children of God
Who lack's knowledge.
That could only be a scenario of
One rotten potato!!!
Denouement
The plot thickens broadens in plastered confused juxtapositions
over time there and then weaves tapestries lost unfound caught
Viscous tears dried out shed rivers searching oases oceans of love
squeeze suffering hatred solid misconceptions scripted resolve
Crocheted dreams unsnarled in disguise colour rainbows stain-bows
stain blows and arrows offer inkblots from coiled council reconcile
Waters cascades cataclysmic beginnings alleviate alluvion’s weight
skirmish tease entice droplets of truths splashing change alteration
Naïve native losses childish unadulterated tangential torrents unfold
allude inundate delude adulthoods’ illusions commence from afresh
Under the bridges of ricocheted echoes trickle drops from Styx to
Ganges feed and contend with the seagulls and vultures of life
The story line concocts and conceives tell retells and remembers
the past as it blends narrates a misty final initiation’s webbed spray
Resolute resolution wets the gills washes clouds spins them around
until springs guzzle project thoughtful narration to entangle once more
Denouement Renewal De-new-ment confer contain depositions repositioned
as some tangling wisdom posits one swims in the same ocean never again
09th August 2016
Originally entered for contest 'Denouement' judged 24th August 2016
Positively Preposterous Puckheads...STILL!!!
Boy! They sure don't drive no Coupe DeVille.
My wife dragged me here against my will,
I just, Touched Down! in Palookaville!
Her Uncle Buck, buck-teethed and busted bunions,
Always smelled just a bit like onions.
He'd cuss me out while eating Funyuns!
Yep, that Codger's one big Curmudgeon!
Aunt Tildy, wore garters with lace tassels,
Bought lavender soap by the passels!
Had dreams of Knights at White Castles,
And she tells my wife, I'M the ASSLE!
Cousin Clem, I call him "Phlegm," ain't right in the head!
He's thirty-five! and still wets the bed!
And his folks still wonder why he's not wed!
I don't care what that Doctor Phil said!
Last, but not least, is that beast they call Boo!
That cur must be older than...Twenty-Two!
And bowels!...Man, that mutt sure could poo!
As luck would have it...he spackled my shoe!
Damn! Sun's setting, they're sweating, and I'm stuck here...STILL!!!
Oh Lord, please send me that Coupe DeVille!
I might as well start writing my will!
There's "Nightmares Galore" here in Palookaville!