Long Workday Poems
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Evening star
Blazing bright;
Light in the dark
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Dizzy dreamtime
Falling over;
Sleepy smudges
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Workday scents
Fast interlude;
Check-in buzz
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Poison words
Killer sting;
Violent rampage
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Farewell chime
No more time;
Fade away glitch
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Walkway commotion
Fuss and furry;
Foolish banter
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Mall excursion
Jungle laws revised;
Black Friday rush
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Hurts hurl
Choice curls;
Exquisite menu
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Family reunion
Big picture moments;
Alone together
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Seize cheer
Soothe edgy nerves;
Tangled hurts
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Assorted loves
Bright blossoms;
Floral arrangement
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Words limping
Broken whole;
No much said
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Moon glow sky
Blue aura tints:
Strange glimpse
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Journey ends
Temple bells tint;
Thanksgiving pulse
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Leon Enriquez
27 November 2016
Singapore
Morning breeze
Airy embrace;
Faith greets hope
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Birdsong greeting
Morning offering;
Nature reveals longing
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Solar eclipse
Everybody's talking;
Promises to keep
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Messages pile
Greetings found;
Another birthday
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Here and there
Scattered paintings;
Picturesque moments
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Haiku patterns
Glimpse revealed;
Experience sublime
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Workday escapades
Lift lobby crowd;
Cellphone enlightenment
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One by one
People flypast;
Serious countenance
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Stranger smiles
Playground children scream;
Youthful vigour
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Leon Enriquez
09 March 2016
Singapore
An early morning sunrise while hearing the birds sing
When winter is finally over with the early signs of spring
Gardening and planting flowers and seeing them bloom
Watching the hummingbirds fly, as they zip and zoom
A walk with my dog in the early morning hours of the day
A call from a friend who I miss, since they moved away
A surprise from the weather when seeing a beautiful rainbow
Or enjoying the rare night viewing of the aurora borealis glow
An afternoon of reading outside while watching the birds
And escaping into the mystery book and its chilling words
Listening to John Mayer music while driving in my car
While going on excursions to new antique stores or a bazaar
A trip to the ocean to hear the waves crash along the shore
And feel my toes in the sand while watching seagull’s score
A quiet night home with my husband watching a Netflix show
A Friday workday when it’s almost the weekend and time to go
It was indeed a September morning
and most memorable; So unlike any
before or after. I remember the
PLACE, coming upon a hill on a
famous California highway as the
sunlight began to light up my day.
So fitting also was a SONG to go
right along with the mood and the
workday morning. September Morning
was the song. That morning, that
beautiful song, belonged to me.
Yes, that treasured moment was
a gift from God, never forgotten.
September is my birth month, and
I love it in describable ways; Ways
for example, that I believe resemble
myself. A BRIDGE between the
troubled waters of Summer and
the freezing icy days of Winter.
I'd like to think that my life
has been and is a bridge enabling
a few others to get across the obstacle
courses of life. Like September, not only
am I a bridge but also a COOL BREEZE; one
to cool a few heated humans who otherwise
would not cope.
Like September, I also am one who anticipates
a soon-to-be-realized HARVEST time and prepares
to GATHER treasured fruits from the hard labors
of Spring and Summer.
All of God's creatures have been placed here for
a purpose. My prayer shall gladly be, "O Lord,
may you always allow me to be someone's BRIDGE,
someone's BREEZE, a HARVESTER of the fruits of life,
and a GATHERER of the good.
By this walkway where people pass,
See this new day fragile as glass.
Random feet meet like faces blur,
Yes no one greets as chaos now slurs.
I sit right here as workday starts,
Watch humdrum clear such heavy hearts.
Blank faces know a vivid rush,
Green trees aglow with sacred brush.
Sunlight spreads glow of pristine touch,
I seem to know a breezy smudge.
Small children play with loud frolic,
It a good day to watch magic.
Zest flavours fest if you but see,
Yes feed your quest and glimpse beauty.
Yes work calls you to win and woo,
And it's so true in all you do.
Random the gaze upon the way,
Embrace your maze to better days.
By walkway route where people stream,
I take time-out to sift day dreams.
Leon Enriquez
29 September 2016
Singapore
Old winding path
On grass verge;
Hilltop house
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Morning light
Sparkles bright;
Workday sights
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Joy floods
Dance of day;
Darkness gone
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Black songbird
Sober dawn hymn;
Zest works here
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Coffee aroma
Morning manifest;
Newspaper browse
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Sad news today
Thai king dead;
Year-long mourning
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Skyline sultry
Rainy day mist;
Cheer skips town
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Two old lovers
Sparkling eyes;
Charming companions
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Feisty madness
Bamboo groves arch;
Eastern sunrise
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Artwork display
Mall festival;
Fabulous feast
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New book title
Aplomb aspires;
Spacious fanfare
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Bookshop crowd
Autograph session;
Stylish signature
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Haze in a maze
Craze in sky face;
Daze in place
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Getaway trip
Down Under beckons;
Blissful seven days
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Leon Enriquez
24 October 2016
Singapore
Trailing clouds of glory do we come
Until by the end we are left dull and glum.
How it all came to this
We are responsible
For being so remiss
The magic of our early moments
Emblazoned in our minds
Fades and disperses with every pressure
Our world brings to bear upon our pleasure
Exams, bills, targets, workday worries
blunt our perceptions
And drive them undergound
Occasionally to spark alive in a dream state
Eluding our grasp
once we come to our senses
Wide awake and once more blind
How to recapture
And to resurrect
That rich inner spirit
Which came with our birth
That should be our aim
Too many earthly concerns
Within our clay
Must take the blame
For that loss of courage
To break free from the constricting frame
Forcing us
To forget the beauties of the day
To play the stultifying economic game
The stifling straitjacket of life
Keeps us playing
“come fluttering words, come drifting words to me…”
A Rambling Poet
A mere housemaid awakens before morning light.
Eyes wide, she bolts upright to the bed’s edge, as if late for work, though she
never is.
Another beautiful day to labor away.
Polishing silver all day has its advantages.
Each piece polishes to a looking glass, each a porthole to her dreams.
As she stares into the final polished vase, her weary face transforms into the face of
a lovely, fair skinned maiden.
Soft red lips highlight her perfect cheek bones and straight nose.
A simple pink ribbon holds her long, auburn hair in place.
Sparkling green eyes and a happy smile portray her excitement as she admires her
floor length pastel summer dress.
“Oh my, It’s time for my evening stroll,” she reminds herself.
Twirling once, she heads out the door leading to the apple orchard.
Barely noticing the orchard’s beauty, she strolls toward the stone steps leading to her favorite place, the stone rose garden.
Making her way down the steps, she immediately notices someone has placed two arrangements onto the platform from the stone cabinet.
As she bends to smell the flowers, she accidentally brushes some petals off, sending them floating to the platform and moss covered stone walk.
Closing her eyes, she lets the essence take her back a dozen years to a young girl
planting pink roses with her mother.
“There’s not a lot of room to plant,” her mother would say. “Two inches of soil between all this stone is what we have to work with.”
She opens her eyes to find herself staring into the polished silver vase.
Her tired, smudged face reminds her it’s time to go home.
Something different catches her eye in the polished looking glass.
Her long auburn hair is no longer neatly bundled under her cleaning bonnet, but held in place by a simple pink ribbon.
Randy Steele
July 25, 2011
"What Is She Thinking?" contest
I opened a sliding glass door
and watched the Wolf River
as in shadows it flowed
behind the motel room.
The television was turned off
my co-worker in bed.
I gazed outside and wondered
What life lingered outside
in the deep, dark night.
A lamp filled the room with a soft glow.
I pulled a book from my suitcase
and read. A long workday lay ahead
but such wonder was found
as we worked in The Great North Woods.
A sign was posted over the bathroom sink
a warning of high nitrate levels,
mostly meant for pregnant women,
but the motel owner said I was safe.
Earlier in the night I was drinking
hot chocolate in a cozy lobby
and reading pamphlets of folklore
about the woods. One article told
how you could safely fell a tree.
The door to the owner’s quarters
was open for conversation.
Such serenity taken in—
this was my home for the week.
I woke up early to the sound of birds singing
A warm, cheery feeling washed over me
I make my coffee and sit in my yard
The sun is peeking over the side of the mountain
Not a cloud in the sky
Today is going to be a good day
The commute to work is pleasant
The tunes on the radio are spot on
The weather is delightful
The scenery is breathtaking
The happiness is intoxicating
Today is a good day so far
Workday went by quickly
Took a walk on the beach
Talked with a dear friend from years gone by
Ate dinner on the patio
I watched a spectacular sunset
Today is a good day so far
As the day comes to a close
I can’t help but smile
I had let the sun shine in
It’s rays reached deep into my soul
My mind is at peace
Today was a good day