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And he said: “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like
little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.
Therefore, whoever takes the lowly position of this child is the
greatest in the kingdom of heaven. "
Matthew 18:1-5, The Bible
I come to the Lord as a child and he holds me in a lovely embrace, I feel
his love and caress upon my hair, his touch on my cheek, he wipes away
my tears. Though, I am grown now I am still his child. Since I was young
God and his son Jesus has been my strength and anchors. Oh, whenever, I
have known fear, or grief, or doubt, they are beside me holding my hand.
When I was deathly sick they were there, and when I buried my loved ones,
they held me close. I am never, ever, ever alone in this world, and I am not
afraid of death because I know they will be waiting to greet me at that gold
Heavenly gate and it will be my turn to give an embrace ...
at heavens gold gate
all my beloved and pets *
souls like stars sparkling
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June 12, 2022
Poetry/Haibun with Senryu/I Come To Him A Child
Copyright Protected, ID 06-1464-270-12
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Like A Child
sponsor, Regina McIntosh, Judged 07/21/2022
Fifth Place
TATTOO DEPORTATION
I’d almost forgotten that damned tattoo
A small symbol that years ago, I had got
It was a couple of lads, drunk on vacation
The tattooist did it in red on my shoulder
I’m a bit embarrassed now that I am older
Its meaning, I never heard any explanation
Just that for a day or two, my skin felt hot
It’s small and discreet, so what should I do
The symbol meant almost nothing to me
A kind of squiggly letter, kind of Arabic
Yet I thought nothing of it at immigration
But wearing a singlet vest it was on display
The guy scowled and others took me away
I tried to plead ignorance, I wasn’t Haitian
Yet cuffed, I got scared and felt quite sick
Marched off to an office, no longer free
It was a nightmare that lasted several days
They kept pointing at the symbol, annoyed
It appeared to be a sign of local rebel group
And plaintively, ever insisting I knew zero
Perhaps they thought I was the group hero
I was sweaty, trying to jump through a hoop
Thinking of damaging phrases I had to avoid
And all the time under the guy’s steely gaze
Finally, with no answers given, I was spared
Hustled back to a plane, to be headed home
By now, there was some local press interest
I looked up that symbol and found the link
But it was not quite what others may think
I was keeping silent, as I just thought it best
As my world had turned into monochrome
With it now erased, well, I no longer cared
Misery loves company,
That's one thing for sure;
And counting curses as you moan,
Won't bring about a cure;
For thinking 'bout unhappiness,
And things that make you frown,
Aren't gonna help a single thing,
It only brings you down.
Don't sit and feed this sickness,
With worry and distress.
Don't sit and mull it over,
Thus causing self duress.
Your woes will seem so heavy,
That you can scarcely move,
And life won't seem worth living,
Your whole manner will exude,
A kind of awful bitterness,
That eats you up inside,
So count your blessings 'stead of curses,
Cultivate some pride,
In all that God has done for you,
And all the He will do,
And thank Him every day that dawns,
For all He's given you.
You'll find your heart feels lighter,
And you'll smile instead of frown,
If you'll turn your face toward The Son,
Stop staring at the ground.
As dawn calls subtle sun to rise,
twilight cloaks clouds in charcoal hue.
Robins arrive with their trill cries.
Smoke puffs loom as the last star dies.
Moon hides behind shades of slate blue,
as dawn calls subtle sun to rise.
Poppies open to charm tired eyes
in fields with lustrous beads of dew.
Robins arrive with their trill cries.
Nature's heart glows to alchemize,
casting breath-taking morning views,
as dawn calls subtle sun to rise.
Windows shine bright as folk arise.
Pots boil as people make a brew.
Robins arrive with their trill cries.
Gold, purple pastels highlight skies.
Saffron flames prepare to breakthrough,
as dawn calls subtle sun to rise.
Robins arrive with their trill cries.
There's an oasis of calm within you,
That stress cannot erase.
It shows in the way you cope with things,
Though not always on your face;
But you have faith well grounded,
Deep within your core.
This faith will boost the hope in you,
To help your spirit soar;
And if by chance the storm grows fierce,
And winds and waves are high,
Your faith will see you through the storm,
And hope will lift you high,
High above the highest waves,
Because your faith holds true,
Sustaining strength that's always there,
Because it's part of you.
Hang onto faith your whole life through,
And it's unfailing force.
It's stalwart strength will strengthen you,
And help you hold your course.
... in the quiet moments
Love enters the arena
to no applause
yet, it is clearly seen
pushing through the ceiling
the entire world crumbles
at Love’s feet
it is a giant cyclops
one eye on everything
it is heard in the heart
felt in the mind
a contradiction
where old dreams
split at the seams
the meaning of it all
unmeasured,
deeper
than the deepest sea
you'd walk across an ocean
for Love,
a universe contained
in the playing
of a thumping organ
keeping time eternal
like a stop watch
with no pause
like there will be
no tomorrow
Love stands its
territory in wars
like a god
and its legions
then,
following conquest,
holds you firm
in its arms
under silken covers
of dark night,
Love follows
you in your dreams
you cannot see it
but somewhere
behind the everchanging
cast of characters morphing
all together, and miraculously,
like only a harmless savant could,
you sense it, in you,
hibernating then
waking live, electric,
something so complex
is remarkably
simple, common,
the breadth of a life
like a small room
implodes
the expanse
ruptures dimensions
and all angels
above and below
lose their feathers
all shining and tarnished
halos gone bedlam
in the quiet moments
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Lark...
ascending
When you meet that someone, you know in an instant
It's the one you've been waiting for
Not a bit of hesitation, you can call it intuition
You've been waiting a lifetime or more
They're saying all the things you've been craving to hear
Since the day you discovered love
Those tender sweet love words that turn you to mush
And give your old ticker a shove
No second guessing, it pokes you in the eye
Suddenly you can't function anymore
All you can think of are those tender sweet moments
With this angel you've been waiting for
At first you ask yourself, “is this the real thing”
Or is it just wishful thinking at play
Then this vision says something that turns you to putty
Any doubts you might have had go away
An age old question, “how d'you know if it's real”
Well there's very subtle signs to look for
If you can't remember the last names of your parents
Then you're hopelessly addicted for sure
© Jack Ellison 2014
I’m looking for adored purple poet’s salvation
In the trees in the breeze indigo inspiration
Lost lavender love to cherry crushed infatuation
Red fire of desire burned left sterile vibration
Hear that song it use to mean a whole lot
Till Cupid came and I knew I was got
Tricked and trained like a pony a plot
Insane love game creating writer’s block
Random raspberry smells a lot like your hoody
I washed with my clothes for I’m such a goodie
Doing white wifey things with no ring so dingy
Taught better but not too clever head hard woody
Stupid is as stupid does
Last time I fall for love
Just shut up and get a life,
I'm not like you, I've a reason to live ya,
if you weren't a berk you'd have a wife,
but with berks no one gives a....
change your tactic you're a spastic
loopy mate you're geriatric,
I'll give you something a little trick,
shut your mouth, on people don't pick,
yesterday you said I burn fast,
today it looks like you that learns fast,
cus on the whole you're a dictator son,
a sell out to an alcohol addiction,
because this is soup I added the tator
am I your match? I just put you out,
who's the supernova now, laters hater,
I'm off to live, don't come back about
This fine page
Ink stains wage
As thoughts stage
Watch words dot
Such swift plots
To glimpse lot
Wit works well
Time prompts tell
To cast spell
Lines now zoom
In full bloom
As thought grooms
Verse knows chimes
In good time
Fest of rhymes
Pun floods fest
Cheer knows best
Treats fine jest
Now meets here
In clear cheer
With love dear
Thought takes wing
As poise flings
Joy's fine swing
In each mood
Taste fond food
Sense sure good
Live this day
Work words way
Come what may
Each fine write
Dwells to cite
Life in bites
Brief my draft
In calm craft
Rough yet tough
Leon Enriquez
27 April 2017
Singapore