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Women, mysterious entities, from heaven to earth descended,
Ancestral magic that encircles and teaches the universe,
Like sirens from the depths, the misunderstood and adored temptation,
With eyes that gleam, a mystery that captivates and compels us.
They are like falling stars from the stellar sky,
Blushing the heavens with a love that in souls burn high,
Sublime dancers in symphonies filled with spells casting,
They awaken us to life, encourage us to dream and love without rationing.
Women, beings of light, embodied divine spirit,
Like a butterfly lost in the garden, lightly do they dance upon it,
Under their embrace, all bitter sadness dissolves away,
With their gentle sweetness, our hearts they soothe, they sway.
They are travelers on the wings of tangled destinies,
Sharing secrets in the air on nightly breezes that please,
Like fairylands of fluttering fairies, that surround us in mystery,
They gift us understanding, love, and grace, our souls set free in their history.
Women, canvases woven of dreams and hung amongst the clouds,
Blooming light with scents and smiles that without a doubt wows,
Through them, the essence of all realms' beauty pulses,
Exploring infinity's expanse, they uncover love's perfumes and impulses.
In their gaze is reflected the magic of life flourishing,
Their laughter cheers the heavens, in souls burns like a fire flourishing,
Women, mystical beings from other worlds appear,
They come to light our steps, filling our lives with splendor and magical essence dear.
Sparks of golden quarks
Amazing particles of heart
Pyrotechnic shower
Too fine
Almost from cloud nine
Rise from the articulation-flood
In the fulfilled flow of fascinated blood
As effusive praise in Aha and Wows
The moment a poet finished an Urdu shayari in a mood of sunset
Like in the couplet:
“If someone were to listen, one thing I will opine
Love is not a crime forsooth it is grace divine”
in a poetry soiree
in a gleaming evening
I can see in the frame of my mind’s eye
Those soul-sparkles in a diamond glow
With jaws distended in a gape
In a variety of shape
Beautifully blowing up
By the chorus of wows, and wah wah
In the wake of delivery of the rhythmic couplets and quatrains
Fine grains of pain
Pomegranates in pleasure
In poetry or shayari
Also called “Sher”
And then the sparklers from the listeners taking illuminated seats
On the trees in the garden
Looking resplendent with those fireworks of satisfaction
Grand vocal pyrotechnics of the artistic colors inside our soul
Our whole world now at the goals of releasing
The ingrained heat and light
Into softly loud appreciation and approval from the aroused assembly
Of pink interest
An aesthetic quest
in the bird-like flying of the eloquent firework
The sophisticated atomizer of stirring pyro-spark
A soul-stirring recital followed by the sparks of applause
From the embers of the latter arise another shayari
On goes the reciprocation
Of passionate oral fireworks of elation
Quarks in the pulse
Shower of polished spark
In sublimation of our basic dark
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June 5, 2016
For: Fireworks for Me – Poetry Contest
Sponsored by : Julia Ward
Note: 1) Shayari is a musical form of Urdu poetry… - Wikipedia 2) Wah - Used typically to express admiration -Oxford Dictionaries ( Internet)
#Life
Tour of trials and hostility, in this cave, life capture's my soul, hell prey's for my flesh, indoctrination waits in ambush for my mental GPS. With this God DIY tools, equiped to unearth parth's long consumed by creation and evolution...
from four cardinals of earth, horns of wisdom positions distressed and discareded abilities of mother nature. Waterfall's bearing rebirth, cleansing drained long extinct men conscience...
from under earth plates, smokes with insence, awakening purities long ingraved in packages of human descendency to life. Hijacked dreams and hopes of child's maps of earth, peals from bondages of captivity and brainwash...
The world, for the first time, wows and collides with rage, for denied and amputated abilities, that earth stole from genesis. Rise of greatness, beyond wisdom and intelligency, degenaration in every hole and pores of earth and men, here and there pillars of change, marking the begining of magnitude.
#Poetic_Ink
Sometimes, when it rains, it pours. The strong winds make the seas roar.
Fear causes us to run and close our doors. Sometimes, we are forced to crawl on all fours.
Life isn't always wrapped in 'the pretty, the proud, and the pure'. Sometimes, doubts race in, replacing areas that once stood sure.
Like the day I saw him turn to go to his home. I turned in behind him and followed him into his driveway. He was not aware of me following him until
we exited our vehicles. Old acquaintances, happy to see one another; we quickly exchanged warm greetings. In short order, he invited me in, and I said
"no". In short order, he said, "My wife left me in August". In short order, I then said, "Let's go inside". He was an old friend that I had not seen in quite
a long time. He felt comfortable with me, not needing to lie, "I'm just fine".
He spoke of misunderstandings, and the financial wows were evident. There
was so much pain that was easy to see. In short order, I could tell that he could not let it go, or just let it be. He could not wait to share it all with me.
It did not take long for me to feel my friend's hurt and misery. His kids, now all grown up; his wife, now has left him. He is now living all alone in their home
which, in short order, would soon be taken over by the bank. I was indeed experiencing with my friend a cold, dark, and empty house of pain. No matter
how badly I wanted and wished to do more, there simply was nothing more that I could do but listen, love, and pray. The rest was up to God who
specializes in rebuilding our houses of pain. Yes, I shall not forget that memorable day my friend and I sat and talked in his house of pain.
Written 11232009, Houses of Pain, Posted 10162017 PS
His spine curves right, then left
one shoulder lower than another
A hitch and a wobble in his gait
couple shots of whiskey tempt fate
A caddy, he calls himself a ‘pro jock’
follows the sun to work year-round
Wows the young jocks with mythical tales of the (PGA) tour
~ though his liver will rot before long, that’s for sure
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A 'caddy' carries a heavy bag (or two!) of golf
clubs (usually) on one shoulder, traversing a
golf course of four or more miles.
PGA = Professional Golfers Association
There once was a little balsam
who was growing green and free,
And he hoped that he'd be taken
to be used as a Christmas tree.
He'd spent all of his early years
growing tall and full and straight,
The greenest fir in the nursery,
thus insuring his joyous fate.
It happened on Thanksgiving Day,
when a family came to choose
That proud and towering balsam,
so they paid his nursery dues.
To home, they took the little fir,
to adorn his spreading boughs
With pretty lights and ornaments,
and a chorus of "ahs" and "wows".
And there he stood, quite diligent,
through the holidays and nights,
Stunning with his proud display,
and his dazzling yule delights.
"Best tree on the street!" said all
through Christmas and New Years,
Until ... one day the family took
him down, not shedding tears.
And tho' he'd served them ardently,
it seemed his time was done,
For off came all the shiny trim,
all the garland, bulbs and fun.
They had treated him so kindly
in the weeks of Christmas, past,
Yet now they tossed him to the curb -
seemed their good will ... didn't last.
The trash truck carried him away,
with his limbs now dead and dry,
His tears of sap dripped on the street,
his boughs waved sad, goodbye,
For Christmas trees are blessings,
but there's always a price to pay -
An early end to the grandest life,
in a landfill ... cold and gray.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Contest 530 Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 6th Place ~ in the "Christmas Tree" Poetry Contest, Shadow Hamilton, Judge & Sponsor.
For crying out loud
Due to the outcome
I was not particularly proud
For more than two centuries, election days go and come
At a similar season, every four years
This time, there were plenty of wows and tears
Of disappointment, heartbreak, anger, anxiety and sadness
And the other half was full of glee or happiness
Such is life. Politics is a dirty and unpredictable animal
No, America did not die. Things are normal
We’re still talking about immigration, liberty
Freedom of speech, and of course the economy
We’re hoping that everything will be better
America has been great for a long time, forever
It’s redundant to add ‘again’ to the propaganda
Yes, America did not drown or die in the middle of the political saga
In the wrath of the hurricanes or in the deadly spillover of the rivers
Where the two parties fought fiercely like two hale tigers
America is an immensely prosperous country
Ignore the false promotional and advertising slogan
America is a huge market with a very rich economy
Ignore the wacky and delusional politicians and Élon
Tigers, lions, jaguars and hyenas are fighting and vying
For their portion or stomach. It is a new political spring
In November. America will not die, on the contrary
We pray, hope and dream to see a better country.
Copyright © November 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.
When sultry ripples take a hold
Replacing naive dreams
And fantasy becomes so bold
Seductive in its schemes
It moves into her mundane life
And tempts her with such skill
That she would follow anywhere
Against her weakened will
On soaring moonbeams she does fly
She mingles with the stars
And cushioned clouds become her bed
Seduction holds no bars
Loved and wooed by many
She wows the globe’s elite
Life is just a game for her
A playground at her feet
Sips champagne under starry skies
She dines with kings in Greece
Moves like Bardot in Monte Carlo
Goes au naturale` in Nice
But true love does elude her
Wrong choices to defeat
Gambles sometimes take a turn
Taste bitter from the sweet
Evening shadows enter
Before darkness takes its toll
And Paradise was just a lie
When naïve dreams did fall
Coffee and skimmed milk
Fortifying supplements gulped;
Morning hit parade
Fragrant scented dawn
Plumeria flower burst;
Yellow and pink and white wows!
Melancholic me
Stripping sad self;
Indulging irks I...
By and by
We get to then;
Cremated ashes
Be nothing
Do nothing;
Love something
Sensorial rapture
One flinging moment;
The fatal finale
Skyscraper plot ratio
Builders in cahoots;
Pricey real estate
And in the end
Death rewards all;
Beyond insignificance
Truth is bitter
Gall to the body;
Phoenix to the soul
Moments offer
Magic and mystery;
Do you believe
Timeless
Rapture;
Sublime now
Leon Enriquez
14 May 2014
Singapore
(Dedication: For Ann, Michael and Clara.)
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Love sculpts pact
Faith moves act
Hope firms fact
Joy lives tact
Heart now finds
Peace of mind
Soul hints sign
Love lives blind
Wise words tell
Writes cast spell
Dream bold dwell
Craft thought well
New Year's Day
Wee hours stray
Feel fond say
Come what may
Brand new start
Feel with heart
Work crafts art
Seize grand parts
Sense bold plot
Live each lot
Fill each slot
Live Red-Dot
Wear fond wit
String each bit
Pun wise hit
Make stuff fit
Style deep smile
Walk each mile
Worth knows piles
Jazz fond whiles
Give and take
Treat fond make
Frame grand stakes
Purge things fake
Learn to fare
Live clear dare
Look and stare
Sculpt bold wares
Take your time
Prime each rhyme
Dance fond chimes
Oomph sure mimes
Be here now
Prize fond wows!
Take a bow
Soul knows how
Seize this day
Watch zest play
Think, do, say
Word grand pay
Soar with sun
Read a pun
Live wise fun
Make great runs
Learn to be
Look and see
Love sets free
Live as me
Set fine poise
Live fond choice
Purge vain noise
Frame deep voice
Leon Enriquez
31 December 2015
Singapore