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Time oozes fast when purpose streams;
One sure passion can set the tone;
Deed can now cast the flight of dreams;
Act on vision as courage hones;
Yields come forth here as heart knows best.
Intent funds zest that work mind games;
See plots surge north in vivid quest.
Avail love's fest with visual flames:
Now seeds fond space to free fine worth;
Engage sure will in pacts that seed;
Wealth finds clear face in a new birth.
Do mental drills with bursts of speed;
Allow your soul to forge great heart;
Yield your mind whole to dare wise start.
Leon Enriquez
12 April 2015
Singapore
("Incantations", 2014, original pen and ink and acrylic)
The Way Light Changes
There are times when the very fabric of reality
changes; alters, loosens and expands,
and for that matter times when it tightens and constricts.
The former leads to bliss and joy, confidence and clarity,
the latter to claustrophobic anxiety.
The expansion though is worth focusing on
as the ties that bind relax
triggered by something as simple as a look or smile,
a dose of some powerful entheogen,
nature’s beauty or unexpected wonder,
a series of musical notes unlocking the forgotten,
the ethereal vibe of a New Age bookstore
full of synchronistic possibility,
a museum holding the secrets of the world
and creative output of humanity,
the sacred space of church and temple, archaic ruin
old growth forest, open desert, mountain top
centered on a solitary cushion….
Everywhere we turn
we meet the opportunity to confront
the numinous
in both the obvious and sublime.
Everywhere we go
there is a window and door
that hinges both ways.
Even when life becomes familiar, stable and secure
there is always a moment waiting
to catch the eye, engage the heart, open the mind
and bring us to a different light.
(11/10/23)
By invitation from a trusted friend,
a medium intervention took place and I went.
The building set in the thick forest by a shimmering lake,
some broken sheds looking sad and strange to take.
Weeded and worn the manor house thatch,
a frail welcome and the oil lamp in my face, opens the latch.
Guided into a stony room, a roaring fire giving light to others,
all wearing coats to darkness trance of matter.
Musky sandalwood and smoke heavy on the eye,
cold winds slapping windows nearby.
Tattered curtains reveal a stone cast from the wall,
a female priestess turns into a fragile light, while some stones just fall.
The purple silver dress enriching her timeless gestation,
taken centre stage and a bow of appreciation.
‘Weary dreary, the lot of You’,
the soft velvet voice seeking attention, of what to do.
“I roaming with a hungry heart,
and I invite you to my noble sphere”.
‘And all I see are empty cloaks everywhere’.
You charlatans and prosperous healer,
you happy clapper and commercial dealer.
‘When will you lot start to provide genuine visions,
which are not based on commissions’.
‘This labor by slow prudence not to fail,
needs the wind of compassion to sail.’
‘Some work of noble note is still to be done’,
Deep moans round with many voices,
some shriek from there own detected choices.
‘We need to be one equal temper with heroic hearts,
to strive, to seek, to find the virtue of healing art’.
The doctrine is simple, ancient and true,
Life’s trial that you only love what is worth your love,
has little consequence by the miracle above.
The fire crashes to a flicker and darkness takes the hand,
The faint voice of the priestess so clear, “Wake and understand”.
Feeling lost in the solemn and strange,
wondering about the elements it takes to change.
#DreamscapeFusion
In the midst of my solitude,
as I sat at my table,
with a cup of warmth in my hand,
and the little world out of my window,
My mind being empty, travelled far and wide,
I found myself soon in the dimly lit streets,
I saw a beggar smile after given food to satisfy hunger,
His smile was of more worth than a million dollar.
I saw a little girl, walking with her father
His frowning face turned into the one of relief
When his little daughter insisted on buying her a cotton candy
It seemed as if her childishness took away his entire stress.
I kept on walking further to see some dazzling lights
I heard entertaining songs being sung by some street artists,
Passers-by stopped and cheered them
even when they had to head back home
They forgot their deals of life for a while
and gave way to a radiant smile on their face
They waved their flashlights at the artists
that brought a smile on my face as well...
As I kept walking, I noticed an old woman
sitting on a bench accompanied by immense silence
I sat beside her and she instantly smiled at me
That smile was neither of happiness
nor of content or relief
It was the one of not being left alone
at a time when you need somebody
I suddenly went to my table
The very same place where I began
A cup of warmth in my hand
But a genuine smile on my face,
an unknown hope in my heart
mingled with a restored happiness....
© Black_Beauty
Politics, A Dirty Game
Tom Wright’s Opinion
12-14-2019
Politicians come off,
as being pugnacious.
But most lack backbone,
And will never be coriaceous.
They’re mission statement must read,
The other party to impugn.
It’s due to this attitude,
Political parties won’t be in attune.
Once elected they view voters,
As no more than a hick.
When I look at congress,
I see stooges slapstick.
Like a puppet master,
Lobbyist’s pull strings and they dance.
Getting palms greased,
While their net worth they enhance.
They sling insults and innuendo,
From both House and Senate.
It’s for this palm greasing,
They’ve chosen to be in it.
And the media keeps its job by
“Keeping us Informed”
I spend my time at home or work, but never alone.
I’m always around someone, often only as a friend.
I meet people all the time, even far from home.
Maybe the love of my life is just around the bend.
I don’t know yet what the future holds for me,
But I’m sure it will include someone by my side.
Nothing is for certain… whatever will be, will be.
So, I’m willing to just go along for the ride.
In my life ahead, I see kids and a companion,
Going through seasons of change with ups and downs.
I have so much love to give, or at least, that’s my opinion.
As a father, I will be there to make smiles out of frowns.
I am going to write a poem about jumping into conclusion
I was so glad when my boss didn't jump into conclusions
He sees what I did and keeps his cool
Had he jumped into conclusions I would have had it
And lose my cool
That's what you need my friend
A fresh head on your shoulder
Shall I say "cool head"?
Nowadays we all need someone with a cool head
Who is not biased and can see things from all sides
And always give someone the benefits of the doubt
Who always think good of others
And not ready to see the negatives
Did you know your measure of worth is based upon
on how you treat others?
If you always see the good in people
It will come back to you
Like a head light
shine your way
Someone said "the measure of a good boss
is how you create leaders"
If you produce leaders who are under you
Then you know you have made it
"A good boss"
Yeah God is a good boss
All He creates are leaders
You don't want to create followers
because they will follow you to your doom
Haha
Anyhow create leaders
Even in your circles of friends
Don't let them follow you
Encourage their own thoughts
Try their own ways
And don't insist on your ways
Because your way is no good
It may be good for you
But it's not for them
Try think things outside the box
Do things that haven't been done before
Take the initiative
Meet with failure
And turn it around
Is it a round?
Or is it square?
Back to square one
Hehe try it again
Do this
Do that
Try this
Try that
If it doesn't work
I'll do it this way
Hey you may be able to find your way
out of a maze that is called "life"
Who said it's a maze?
I said
A -maz-ing
That's what it is
Yeah
Liv-ing
Kick-ing
S-ing
Not that one
Ahh you can do that one
Time for you
Haha
How fun it must have been
To be a man of the days long passed
To have the world at your feet
Imagination your only limitation
The rules were clear
The lines neatly drawn
Sometimes with hatred and with bile
Other times with blood but mostly with wine
They led their lives as they saw fit
Answering to no one but the law
The very law they wrote
One drunken Tuesday Poker Night
How nice it must have been
Never missing a hot meal
Provided by the servants they betrothed
To answer to their every beck and call
They never had to deal
With women screaming all the time
To have a chance at life
And exercise imaginary rights
The lesser man understood her role
To serve and never be served
Only to speak when spoken to
And hide the uncomely marks he had so graciously gifted her
Men could speak their minds
Without a care of how they would land
Crudeness, a valued trait
Rewarded with respect and a seat at the desk
Men had a very heavy duty
Women and children under their wing
They had to be ruled and disciplined
And herded so they would not stray
Woman means taken out of man
So it was only right
That man also took out of woman
To pay for the slight
Man took useless things
Like woman’s pride and sense of self-worth
It wasn’t like she had any use for them anyway
Maybe she shouldn’t have taken his rib
Man was heaven’s gift to earth
Woman would have been surely lost without his help
How lucky I would have been to be a man
A man of the days long passed
Great country rich, land of my birth, that cradled my childhood and taught me of
Worth.'
Land of struggles, and dreamtime lore.'
A country of invention, and of weathers raw.'
Do we have an easy history.? I must answer no.' I owe us; that much at the
least.'
In my mix of emotions, i shall try to so'
Well, to put a relief of our history in this
I'll tell.'
Of a crowns avairice, of some humans in
Chains, others free agents who came to
Make gain'
They came to Australia..with expectations
And dreams, some of great horror' they did
Create scenes.'
Then there were the existing, the Aboriginal
Mobs, living for millenia with their corroberee councils..
Hunters and trackers, survivalists and they paid their costs, leaving newborn infants, in
The open to die.' If the extra life would be too much? This was a part of their bush lives; to oft..
Then there were the guvenors, and officers of the crown, instructed to tame the country.'
With their own views.' As they built the settlements, and kept their convicts
Down.'
There were lashings and hangings, And genocide too.' All tasmanian Native
Peoples wiped out..Its quite true.'the decades advanced..
( The boomerang factor )
From the past collision of cultures, a new country was emerging..Herb Elliot was to become a champion, Lionel Rose Evonne Goolagong,
Shane Gould..We were really flying.'
In the 1960s and 1970s there was an atmosphere of change and hope.' A wish
To be more unified, and a regret.' I tell
No jokes.. I ask all Aussies can we
Go back.? And fix the wrongs we did not
Do.'
Or do we move forward on Australia day.'
And all the days that follow too.? Can we
Be free of trauma.? Yet refer to lessons past.? I advise resume in the ' true blue spirit ' and give the world a blast.' Avoid the
Forigen influencers who want to rake dead
Coals..' Only to enslave us all..!!! Now
get up' be your best; be really bold.!!!
Grand life blest
gift of God
goodness* crest…
Life cycle so awesome
commences with birth bliss
toward wondrous blossom
marked by great milestones mirth
lurking growth pains can’t hide
building-up person’s worth.
Conscious of life, graciously awesome
I am grateful to Almighty source
praising Him that’s never burdensome
while heart throbs with earnest worship-zest
marked by faith vanquishing fears and doubts
in performing my functional best
so when eternal departure knocks
my legacy prevails midst hope glow
proving love's might against stumbling blocks.
*Psalm 107:31 Oh that men would praise the LORD for his goodness, and for his wonderful works to the children of men!
Rhyme with 3-6-9 Format
July 12, 2021
Edited on July 17, 2022