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Traveled long
I come afar
Guided by a star
Hear echoes of voice within
I am aching
from blues and bruise
Yet, I languish to cruise
Nothing to lose
This I choose
Afire you came
Bold brave but tame
You spun great change
Breaking me from woos
Melting winter, heralding spring
An oasis to my arid life
To each ounce of hunger
You're there my brave hunter
Basking into leaflets of wild
Invincible... Fearless...
Yet, love innocence mild
Like a growing child
Unto you I curled
No shrives I dive
Top of the world,
I wholly whorled
Visions revived
Missions survived
You and me, Me and you
Perfect Combination
Aren't we?
Weeps forgotten
Cries of joy aglow
Begotten bestow
(c) Olive Eloisa
1:26pm
June 09, 2014
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Inspired by the poem of Tim Smith: "Cravings".... :D Thanks Tim.. hugs.. :D
When the author of forever sang
his serenade,
‘twas longing in a virgin’s heart,
the strings he played.
So liltingly and stirringly
did words cascade,
they conjured scent of rose bouquets
in serenade.
Of everlasting love he crooned
in serenade.
Bliss never is inopportune.
His lure was laid.
As sweet refrains flowed through her veins,
the vow he made
was happiness without an end
in serenade.
Upon the troubadour who sang
the serenade,
she smiled, led him by the hand
to grassy glade.
And there beneath a blushing sky,
beguiled maid
succumbed with heady soul that rang
with serenade.
The author of forever, who
croons serenades,
woos the maids, then into the
horizon fades.
His lyrics penned are fiction; he’ll
be not delayed
from moving on, oh vagrant bard
of serenade.
Posted 5/30/2021
NA for Charlotte Puddifoot's Open Poetry 5 Poetry Contest
for Brian Strand's All Yours(Jun 8) Poetry Contest
City hub on wings
apogee of ultra bright
fire within urban comet
tangerine signpost
to future halcyon spot
amidst buoyant step onrush
Bouncy castle perk
spurs avid market stall pitch
bargain in a jiffy bag
loophole hatched off-curb
brainwave surge from genie flash
to everyone’s benefit
Silver winter tinged
trees and wet overcast skies
never dampen township verve
that heartland zeitgeist
typical of boom and bloom
day or night march on dweller
Sweep off feet vision
endemic to rapid shifts
where marvel woos miracle
in heady cocktail
at the cutting-edge hubbub
point of entry upbeat frame
February dusk descends
Upon Orchard Road;
My walking attends
As feet bear clear loads.
Bright and breezy moods
In crowded walkways;
Casual tour feels good
As curious sights sway.
A sea of faces
In brisk momentum;
Each going places,
Motion feeds quantum.
History lives here
In ample shopping;
This locale endears,
Branded goods shouting.
This tourist belt hurls
Myriad offerings:
Tempting wants that swirl
A spree of buying.
My footsteps tour far
As curious eyes feast;
I see trends on par
That spur the vain beast.
Too soon the dark sky
As bright lights emerge;
Shoppes can ply goods high,
As wants and needs surge.
I observe the scene
With curious feelings;
A climax unseen
In such happenings.
My brisk strides take me
Straight on sanguine flights;
My eyes search this sea
To glimpse odd delights.
Along the streets spy
The way people move;
Scent the lows and highs
That echo these grooves.
My senses soak in
The busy fare and face;
Heed voice unseen
That flavours this space.
A surge of spring air,
Bold shop displays call;
A festive affair
In these noisy malls.
Orchard Road reveals
A dazzling array;
Cash and carry thrills
Can make happy play.
Yet I notice too
The sad and lonely;
The weary day woos
That human worry.
My heart feels the pains
Beyond the trade veil;
The rush to attain
Bread and butter trails.
This brisk atmosphere
Seeds naked contrast,
Confronts sights right here
As loud music blasts.
My walking tour ends
As I circle back;
My hunger now lands
A food court meal stack.
My feet have prevailed
The once tree-lined streets;
Shopping sprees and sales
Call to woo and greet.
My sixty-year frame
Feels fit to yet roam;
Good health wears a name
In place I call home.
Dusk at Orchard Road
Can be like a breeze;
Forsake buying loads,
Forfeit the cash squeeze!
Leon Enriquez
02 February 2015
Singapore
The winter of discontent has frozen the kingdom,
not by the sunk sun of York that lost the warmth,
but by the chilling shadow of a spine,
as distorted and crooked as the scary soul.
Born physically deformed, indignant of a world
that ridicules his looks, he decides to be a rogue.
His acrimony becomes the cornerstone
of pitiless political manipulation,
because for him the world is a game of chess,
where every other piece is disposable.
His suppressed scruples begin to shatter
as he commands the two young princes
in the Tower be murdered—an act so atrocious
a dark winter of isolation enfolds his realm.
With scary scheming, he woos Lady Anne
alongside the coffin of her father-in-law,
whom he himself has killed,
but through adulation and contrived humility,
Richard compels people to bend to his desire,
disguising his brutality within concocted charm.
Ultimately, Richard’s audacity leads to agony,
for he faces defeat at the hands of Richmond.
His death marks the end of oppression,
and the renewal of crumbled ethical statute.
His ascend and decline enunciates the paradigm of aspiration,
corrupted by the conniving craving for power.
Richard The Third is an intriguing depiction of evil,
yet, excitingly enigmatic and awfully human.
Michelin star cricketing cook…by hook or crook.. so canny..will find every nook and cranny…if you took a look at the record..score or text book ..won’t have forsook ..our dutiful..beautiful babbling Brook
Although the barmy army might suggest this almighty Blighty Test best..is more like an umami tsunami..
Bravissimo heave ho machismo..top grade…gung ho pyro Tyke tyro.. renegade hand grenade.. Bowlers afraid.. dismayed..slayed and flayed..somehow right now kapow..but also retrograde..
Boisterous babbling brook…a silky blade…gorged.. slices through a dappled glade..forged..handmade..the republic of Yorkshire conveyed and displayed
Stands so tall…enthrall with his gall.. like Jaiswal…towering…flowering overpowering..glowering…never cowering ... .just run showering..
Us all believers.. that larruping levers.. panache dashers rule…fielders does tease..
Shirty..become go fetch receivers..flash or is it dirty Harry..360 degrees wheeze with such ease..
What a way to play…with that hint and glint of Clint ..Please ..go on funk punk.. make my day
Not the most erudite but when it comes to timber tickles…willow wizardry….no luddite… will ignite… when things get dark and stark… Harry will be that spark..shining bright delight..having a lark out on the park..
Our sumptuous Aurora explorer…humming run sorcery scorer..tropic kaleidoscopic hues..rambunctious strumming the spectrum with his plectrum..woos queues with verdant voluptuous views
Many a sage would rage..even those on the other side of the Ribble.. wouldn’t quibble or contest..knows..the latest of those white rose heroes..is the Test best of the new age..
A pest..blessed with zest from the Yorky conquest treasure chest....won’t wain and never in vain…slain by Brook’s insane high octane rampage..gets us off the hook again…
Can’t cage..does entertain…on the ultimate stage..his disdain like heavy rain…no refuge from the deluge..babbling Brook subterfuge..floods the back page once again..
Many are my favorite things,
but nothing is more exciting
that ravishingly beautiful sexy ladies:
those seen in a movie theater
who light up the wide screen under
the Califonia's palm trees swaying.
Marilyn Monroe was an exceptional beauty,
not to mention the elegant Audrey Hepburn,
who many times made my silly heart burn;
and what about Sophia Loren, the Italian sex-symbol,
who attracted men of all ages, and entertained them all,
right after World War II had devasted her beloved Italy?
Today there are more glamorous stars,
and Madonna is one of them for her fabulous
acting in "Evita"...and her, big blue eyes
captured the audiences as she brightly danced;
lots of folks thought she was lewd, but what other choice
did she have, if not rise to power and be admired?
Allow me to list some more sensational beauties:
Angeline Jolie with her dusky complexion and pretty eyes;
a powerful sexiness that woos audiences worldwide,
but is it her talent or sex appleal that people admire?
And finally, another gorgeous actress, July Roberts, who besides her stunning
looks, she was brilliant in, "Pretty Woman" and "My best Friend's Wedding."
Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci
This is a parody, based on Robert Frosts's Poem,
" Stopping by the Woods. "
~~~The Warm And Furry Coat----
(Based on Robert Frost.”
(Stopping by the woos:
Whose coat is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite happy though.
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow.
I watch her laugh. I cry hello!
She gives her coat a shake,
And laughs until her belly aches.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.
The coat is warm,furry and deep,
But she has promises to keep,
After cake and lots of sleep.
Sweet dreams come to her, deep.
She rises from her gentle bed,
With thoughts of kittens in her head,
She eats her jam with lots of bread.
Ready for the day ahead!
November 21, 2023}
"The sounds of Earth is the music of my soul."
Narcissus woos a butterfly; waves strong,
Genteel stages filled pages; memoirs sound,
Earth graces life faces, pleased heaven bound,
Wrens and bluejays consonance their birdsong.
Lively swamplands prep and hopped air aloft,
Rising field beds here bells spread Heather mound,
Climbed rose still impose fragrance all around,
Dragon fly whiz bye, hunt or naught so oft,
Dogs yapping; cats hissing; a bit delayed,
Gardenia's much scents nice touch unwound,
Wintry Holly, cool Heartsease, best are found,
Ants are sprinting up an anthill; dismayed,
Mountain rams straddle rock hills, not fall down,
Forget Me Nots in flower pots, e'er crowned,
Baby Breaths pleased nearby Sweet Peas, basks ground,
Beavers build damns, scrams, otters like a clown,
Eagles and hawks birds like rocks, circling sky,
Morning Glories backed stories bloom foreground,
Lilacs possess purple hilltop spellbound,
Antelopes will elope grass field is nigh,
The desert, plains, steppes, mountains, and jungles,
Lily pad ponds, chartreuse fronds, all year round,
Daffodils glow star; crowd-pleaser astound,
Rural, suburbs, cities, the Earth humbles.
2022 August 07
*2nd Place*
Let Your Muse Be Inspired - R Form
~~Constance La France: Judged 2022 September 01
*Enclosed Rhyme
Time tells a tale of urgent chimes,
Know of the sale as new toy rhymes.
A pretty thing this new surprise,
Joy frames new flings pretty and nice.
A warm device to fit the palm,
Cash pays the price for busy charm.
So much to do with subtle flair,
Content now woos my cryptic air.
Who can resist such curvy lines,
As thoughts persist to make you mine.
Message now zooms in stylish moves,
Features still bloom in easy grooves.
Sexy the waves of happy spheres,
Touch feels and saves some more right here.
Sure fiesta thrills the touch screen feast,
Watch beauty seal pure joy at least.
Cheer knows a touch in iPhone jazz,
Ideas flood much of curious fest.
My new toy flings a brand new surge,
Pixels now sing in wonder's urge.
Here in sure time the way brings play,
Yet work brings chime as fancy strays.
Leon Enriquez
27 September 2016
Singapore