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If Vulcan Wakes (c) 2025 by The Entangled Pair
If Vulcan fully wakes again and shakes his fiery dreads
unleashing hell in all it's fury on our fearful heads
I tell you once again my friends in words of common rhyme
we perish not in watery graves but in the fires this time
can't see the forest for the trees
can't see the flame for all the fires
can't see the streamlets for the flood
can't see the needs behind desires
if I'm the fire love, you're the spark
that sets my very soul aflame
and when I dance, I dance for you
the one who knows my sacred name
as I dance naked for you now
I feel no fear, no hint of shame
just the love and joy and rapture
that my heart cannot restrain
and so I dance for you my lover
comfortably in pain
now let us burn again my love, not in fear but passion,
let the fires now forge us stronger in their molten fashion.
if this world must end in ash, in cinders or in glowing coals
then let us kiss at end of time while wading through the shoals
and as we kiss our eyes must close as we are inward gazing
because if we must fall my love, we fall together, blazing
Lights sparkle and glimmer around the tree
A emerald pine draped in burgundy and gold
Whispering of miracles discovered in hearts
Who make the journey of hope and faith
To remember the love that was given birth
On this silent night, all those years long past
When a dear Savior was brought to the earth
Little reminders of our Redeemer stirs embers
Flames of inspiration as brilliant as creation
Coloring the world in hues of joy and satisfaction
Truth that awakens the spirit to feelings of praise
Enlivening prayers with satisfaction from knowing
God’s grace comes alive with the intimacy found
In the deliverer, the One who is the light of the soul
Love this blessed and wise shines its spark through
Adornments of the season, all flickering with pleasure
Arousing feelings of peaceful dreams that flow through
Veins filled with energy that lives through the darkest
Storms and enchants the truth to come forth in the heart
Who knows that love so thriving with brilliant waves
Of insight and inspiration – is filled with the Christmas spirit
A spirit that mesmerizes and charms, sends chills across
The naked thoughts… music breathed through the soul
Fascinating rays of feathery glimmers, serenity and praise
Filling lives with purpose and songs with vibrant verses
A knowing that swirls and swarms with vitality so strong
That only the purest passion and worship could arise
From feelings so tender and triumphant they exhale affection
The Christmas Spirit glitters and shines, like a diamond
So rich with wonder and warmth, wishes for gifts of time
Truth and tantalizing reveries – aspirations of the heart
Who knows that it is God’s Son, who was born this night
And brings peace beyond our conscious – silent amity
Filled with the promise of a tomorrow built on compassion
That comes from following the lead of this spirit of Christmas
My Mom was born and raised in Sneedville, Tennessee.
She was very special and I loved her and she loved me.
She was born in an ambulance that was parked on the side of the road.
Everybody always loved Mom because she had a personality that glowed.
She grew up in a town that was once called Greasy Rock.
But it was renamed Sneedville and it's located in a county that's called Hancock.
The town was renamed after a Knoxville attorney who was named William Henry Sneed.
Some people sued to stop Sneedville's creation but William disagreed.
He stopped them when they tried to block Sneedville's creation.
Nearly 1,400 people live there, that's its current population.
Sadly, William Henry Sneed died at the age of fifty-seven in 1869.
Many people paid their last respects to my parents and that was kind.
Mom and Dad returned to Sneedville and lived there for the last two years of their lives.
When Mom died on March the 6th, it felt like I'd been stabbed by a hundred knives.
Everybody who knows me knows what my Mom meant to me.
She and Dad always loved the town of Sneedville in Tennessee.
(Dedicated to Agnes Johnson and everybody else who lives/lived in Sneedville.)
He burst onto the music scene
And knew that he was good.
Not everyone, though, gets the chance
To make it, like he should.
With glasses thick and body thin
His style showed off his soul
And many gave him credit
For the spread of rock & roll.
From “That’ll Be the Day”
To “Peggy Sue” and many more,
His songs made crowds go wild
And fame came knocking at his door.
A tragic plane crash took his life
At only twenty-two.
Had he survived, who knows how many
Things he’d yet to do.
Though it’s been over fifty years
Since Buddy Holly’s gone,
His music, fresh and vital,
Helps his spirit carry on.
Agonizing over boy's incessant seizure-attacks
grieved with girl's lamentable worthlessness' woes
caring mother, heart-wrenched, weeps… frightened...
helplessly witnessing oppressive wrestling bouts against restlessness
her son’s infantile spasm epilepsy and daughter’s paralysis
now obviously progressing toward retrogression...
Yet...with love for her children, clinging in faith to GOD
Who knows what's best for them
she can verily triumph* with peace
to prevail against misery!
*2Corinthians 2:14 "Now thanks be unto God, which always causeth us to triumph in Christ..."
February 12, 2019
Autumn flavors abound today
Pumpkins, vibrant colors so gay
Awakening dreams that had passed
Lovely thoughts, soft prayers to pray
Autumn joy, alive and forecast
Whispers of hope will surely last
Warming the soul with silent peace
Capturing hearts, light and steadfast
Autumn harvest, a centerpiece
Freeing leaves of deepest cerise
Filling minds with inspiring prose
Dark reflections that will not cease
Autumn psalms budding like a rose
Lingering on hearts who compose
Gentle songs felt by the broken
Who long for the kind friend who knows
Autumn vibrates in hues woken
By compassion so outspoken
Lifting the spirit to assure
Grace that abounds like a token
Autumn holds such a sweet allure
As the fields ripen and mature
Brightening lives with the promise
Of a season's bliss to endure
Interlocking Rubaiyat Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Angel L Villanueva
October 7, 2021
Love falls soft, like a smile
Lighting the heart, kindling the soul
Whispers of hope inspiring the mind
To listen to the voice of God and rejoice
Love pours out onto the weary heart
Warming the frosty faith with praise
Reaching toward the One who guides us
Finding a way to listen to Him and pray
Love sings joy, compassion and promise
Reflections of serenity, soothing, still
Denying worries and fears that haunt
Refusing to listen to the devil’s cruel wish
Love shines on the wonders of His blessings
Revealing in the shadows, sincerity, warmth
Celebrating the kindness that lives in hearts
Who know that God will always conveys hope
Love flickers and shimmers in the stardust
Breathing benevolence into the spirit
Humming out a tune of grace and pleasure
Within the one who knows His presence
Love is alive, a fire on the inside, where God resides
To bring the heart to life with a glow, a spiritual light!
I prayed for joy
God sent me a rainbow
Sunshine light and crimson truths
Awakening my soul to shine
As bright as the dawn
I prayed for faith
God sent me pure grace
To sustain me when I pray
And when I can’t find a way
To say what I need to say
I prayed for hope
God sent me a warmth
That abides inside my soul
Coloring my world in thoughts
Of innocence, inspiration, insight
I prayed for love
God sent me a single smile
Gifted me with the pleasure of one
Who knows that the world is alive
Thriving with the dance of life
I prayed for blessings
God sent me a sense of acceptance
Of all that I encounter
Be it trial, worry or failure
He gives me His direction
I prayed for knowledge
God sent me wisdom from on high
A feeling that I could find the strength
To reach beyond my weakness
Into the heart of deepest peace
I prayed for insight
God sent me a pang of regret
A knowing that I had been selfish
With my prayers for all of these things
And I prayed… for someone else
God answered my prayers
With His gift of fulfillment
With concentration-knit-brow pose,
She reads and holds the letter close,
There's good news, her joyful smile shows,
Rays of hope shine through the windows;
In anticipation's mad throes,
Left all household chores to compose
a fitting reply in love rose,
Passion has turned her quite verbose;
Shares it with her sister who knows -
"Do you think he'll like my plain prose?
Or should I pen a verse that flows?"
"Just let your heart speak, I suppose,
he'll love you more, you're whom he chose."
Finger on cheek, smitten soul glows,
Billet-doux* breeze fervently blows,
It reaches him, her kiss enclosed.
*Billet-doux ~ a love letter
Painting #1
The way you speak
Now without words,
Fine touch can peak
Yet all is heard!
Poignant this spell
Of mystery,
Who knows who dwells
Deep symphony?
A secret smile
Tells not much here,
Charm fronts a style
In savvy cheer.
A secret bliss
Tells words to stop,
Do you hurl peace
As unease flops?
I find my way
To read you now,
A hidden play
I read somehow.
I gaze and look
Eyes seek the buzz,
A time to book
That mellow crust.
This passage here
In a tight squeeze,
Taut tensile fear
In humid breeze.
Smile thus my dear
Embrace such chimes,
Pain anchors cheer
For anxious times.
No one can tell
How pieces fit?
Now who knows well
This puzzling wit.
So come around
In plain unveil,
Your touch can ground
What yet prevails.
Leon Enriquez
30 July 2017
Singapore