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She received a lot of advice after her Grandpa died
It seemed to come in waves…
They said Grandpa was in a better place…They told her to be brave.
Be brave for your grandpa they said…he wouldn’t want you to be sad…
Be brave for your bothers and sisters…be brave for your mom and dad
She remembers being somewhat confused from all the advice they gave
She was just a young girl…What did she know about brave?
She ran to her Dad and asked, “Dad! What’s the correct way to behave?
When we go to Grandpa’s funeral…What do they mean…be brave?”
"People mean well when they say be brave.” Dad said,
“But you are kind and loving and smart,
I think the best advice on how to be brave is to listen to your heart.”
“What is your heart telling you?” he asked.
Then she looked up at her dad
“My heart is saying it’s broken…It’s telling me I’m sad.”
“It’s telling me I miss him …It wants to know why he died.”
“It’s telling me it hurts…It’s telling me to cry”.
Dad nodded saying…”Grandpa made us smile so many time over the years.
We never think how one day those smiles will be the reason for our tears.”
“Don’t give a second thought to what people say or think today,” he said,
“or any time you say goodbye”.
“Be brave enough to be yourself…Be brave enough to cry”.
She related this conversation word for word to her daughter
about what it means to be brave
while happy memories made them cry
As they stood at Grandpa’s grave.
To Melt a Woman's Heart
A magical incantation to melt a woman's heart.
Sending electric tingles racing through her every part.
A sweet succulent enveloping delirium she will find.
As thoughts of the purest desire swirl through her mind.
A magic spell where each word is crafted with the utmost care.
To bring her such a raging passion that's far beyond compare.
She becomes a blazing Phoenix rising with her fiery might.
For love's sake, she's remade to burn our bed throughout the night.
Charged with the almighty power of love are her arms.
Such that no man may ever resist her womanly charms.
Her exhale is sweet as honey and her moist lips are the most divine.
A magnificent breath stealing shape and silhouette in every curve and line.
The spell is cast and carried word for word in this magic rhyme.
So that we two may be lovers until the end of time.
You are music; saturates the air
lyrics
speaks to a man's desires
the tune
a gentleman sways to
the rhythm
walks
to the beaten sound
of raw intimacy
You are music; heard once never forgotten
one repeats
in thought
word for word
makes a man move
inside of
move
in concert of
makes him move
with the regard of
you.
that simple song
with inner beauty
brings peace
to the savage
to the beast
that note
he thought he'd never hear.
and he
the restless
gently sleeps
in your calm.
and he
the sweet-tempered
throbs
in the torment of you.
You are the music
flips a man’s temperate core.
Journey Journal
NEW YEAR SOJOURN
By Leon Enriquez
Brand New Year
Prize happy cheer
Live fond bliss
Greet all you miss
Be happy
Live your story
~~~~~~~~~
Here and Now
Stillness endows
Now and Then
Love funds all trends
Here in time
Feel mystic chimes
~~~~~~~~~
Words bind rhymes
Time after time
Look and See
Truth and beauty
Here at home
Ideas can roam
~~~~~~~~~
Go your way
Live night and day
Do be good
Feel each fond mood
Do your best
Live journey quest
~~~~~~~~~
Faith grows hope
Love sculpts fine scope
Joy speaks well
Where no words tell
Life is hard
Dear poet-bard
~~~~~~~~~
Craft fine words
Watch rhymes get heard
By and by
Fly butterfly
Soul and heart
Body-mind art
~~~~~~~~~
Each verse draft
Your feisty craft
Word for word
Whispers now heard
Glimpse of grace
Light on your face
~~~~~~~~~
Be still here
Goodwill primes cheer
In a while
Smile mellows style
Love and live
Good laughs you give
~~~~~~~~~
One by one
Your time is done
Find your bliss
Start with true peace
Love moves all
Through sweet and gall
~~~~~~~~~
On the way
Learn how to pray
God bless you
In all you do
Bliss lives here
For love endears
~~~~~~~~~
Start with heart
Make love your art
Hope brings joy
As faith employs
Your life lease
Begins with peace
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
01 January 2025
Singapore
I dont think I have anywhere left to go, nothing "new" for you to read
I wanna write something, anything that's devoid
of me
Im at this age where my feelings seldom change and everything I have to say is starting to sound the same
Why cant I just, take myself out of the equation
I can't severe the connection from me to this pen, this keyboard ,these scraps of paper floating
When you grab them and line them all up theres an outline of my heart
I wanna take you somewhere else now, I just dont know where to start
When I was young my father taught me dead languages , gave me kitchen spelling bees
and when I got bad grades I had to copy the dictionary
from a to z, word for word
But I sit here in front of this page empty
because what do I have to show for it?
Absolutely nothing
I need to learn some new words I wish my mind could speak using less adjectives and more verbs
maybe my problem is that I'm sitting still dreaming, instead of actually doing something
Like taking myself out of the equation
prayer is an incense
of a quiet spirit
this strength of fellowship
in a tent of meeting
personal
private
a place
of communion
with Him
truth in every symbol
in the presence
of the Holy one
among sinners
a simmering light
a seven branched stand
we change He does not
word for word
duty for duty
this undeflected God
our substitute
&propritiation
a presence
at the centre of our lives
devoted
to detail
persistent
ever watchful
ever caring
marks His presence
bringing near
on
eagles
wings
There is a saying that I have heard,
And hopefully I've got it down here word for word,
'The Lunatics have taken over the asylum' is what the words say,
But I never thought this would apply to the good old US of A.
This President is just a big headed chump,
One day, I hope he falls with one almighty thump,
This man just walks over the countries of the world,
Him and his idiot billionare pal, who both want to make us live in an alternate netherworld.
I know these men have been succesful in getting their fortunes,
But they frighten me more than going to the dreaded dental surgeon,
I know they think they are just putting their own country first,
But does this have to mean making the rest of the world much worse.
Hopefully sometime soon, the American people will realise their big mistake,
And get rid of this man, who just makes the whole world shake!!
Hello you ,
Let me start by saying : I am a connoisseur; one of the language arts kind. So if my text feel long , sometimes all day long , the words seem un ending , let me tell you a one of the many ways to understand the things that make me , me..and make me curious about you ..
I am driven by the way words can transfer vision , a scene , a strategy to critical think, a story forming , brainstorming, communicating is more than just drying ink and connected signal strength
.A way to flavor ordinary grammar , slip in a synonym, add exclamation! Grab the attention, for how can one teach, if one does not understand how one learns , how to grab and maintain attention.
Words harmonize prayer to our Creator , for let's all shout together ," his love endures forever ."
I'll keep this short, simple and sweet.
One more thing ...I know what your you are thinking , don't worry you just keep reading ..
' course I now wonder about how you ponder ,
What brings a smile to your eyes, a twinkle to your gaze ?
A skip to your gait?
A childhood olfactory memory? What does it take for your heart to skip a beat , then keeps right along in rhythm .
What makes you feel seen , feel heard and understood, and feel good ? Pause ... before I go into anymore
like I promised above , I'll keep this short for not all messages require extra storage.
This was typed word for word not for anyone but you , so consider this your final warning , there's good things in store . Sweetest dreams for you and your little one , for tomorrow is not guaranteed but if we keep his word we are promised eternal peace, goodnight and be at ease
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They sing like Nightstrummers
I reminded her of how they could really sing
We often could listen to there voices
And hear the sincerity in their tones
perfection: they rehearsed and performed
Beautiful perfect tones, perfection
their voices and their songs
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then one asked, " way-ward are these nights
when are the strummers strummed"
who shall sing their background
to highlight the words in the song
where are they in standing
I favor to hear their words
that others will wonder
to what I've found
Nightstrummed
word for word
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"Mine all Mine!"
A thief I long to be
Your eyes original like the moon and sea
A lover in the world............
An Anthology, you walk and talk like the word "AMOR."
The words you send, I nicely tuck under my pillow
Every note every line you left behind
I memorized till they became all mine
Word-for-word,
Unauthorized I scrape the concrete calluses off the tongue
Pirating the perfect dramatic monolog look,
Basking through the passage around your Bio,
Lost in the musky scent -around the sonnet of your aura light
Epic enough, I reach inside to feel every idyllic rhyme
A strong iambic meter curse, conjuring up the perfect verse
In you I lift a copy paste from your lips,
No need to credit the sources in your bliss
The sweetest undamaged sensual memorandum book
A moment I stole and sealed without copyright proof
My dearest Poet,
When you move across the room
I see a thousand arrows that follow from behind,
Indulged when you speak and point out a verse per verse
I am a victim pampered by your words,
Sponging every line, adding them to my crib notes
Improved wordplay that infringed my everyday diary
A haiku so tangible, it sets the perfect images in my dream,
Hypnotize after I read your first love poem
A printed feeling--
Borrowed from the sun
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