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Thought frames deeper flow:
Slots what wordplay shows.
Feel the surge attend:
Ink flow moves my pen.
Poise in succinct writes:
Voice how feelings cite.
Sense prompts lyric verse:
Jazz of fine outburst.
Feel the lavish touch:
As words grapple much.
Glimpses on the way:
Usher rhymes this day.
Scent of floral tints:
Stray memory mints.
Fond impulse now speaks:
Feeling words urge peaks.
Rise and fall and spice:
Verse rhythm can splice.
The gap silence curls:
Speeds waves that unfurl.
Cadence in full swing:
Invokes dance that flings.
Writes upon a time:
Emerge in plain chimes.
Touch of ecstasy:
Sparkle zest I see.
Leon Enriquez
30 October 2018
Singapore
"The Resurrection of Writing a New Book"
Insular, a new world begins
from the inside it serves its Saviour
reconnaissance is the betrayor
incesscent it speaks non-stop
in cloudy roadmaps it stomps
unstoppable
the regiments read on
instructions they march
unhindered reviewers across
what is seen on a tethered cross
translation cuts
it throws its shining arsenal almighty
from the crowned heart
where the sharp thorns bloom
it writes its illuminescent stories
across sorry lips that try to speak outwardly
the synopisis is parched
the mind with arms outstretched
looks upwards for heavenly relief
upon the rolling hard edges
of burning Wormwood
where forgiveness is peaced
the measure of compassion
is largely pierced
confessions are heard and lost
on the brevity of a dead end
and that is how the Light gets in
dreams like this
are the resurrection
for writing a new book
the new exit strategy
before it is too late
dreams like this
are the resurrection
for writing a new book
before it is too late
dear Poet of The Day
Candide Diderot. ‘25
"Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding"
Khalil Gibran
Now where does this Highlander start
To thank those commenter's, present and past
So many read and absorbed
Their kindness to me always lasts
Dr.Ram and Carol Brown
My African Queen 'Miss Wilma Neel's
Michael from New York City
Whose comments I internally feel
There's Andrea, the Utah babe
And Carolyn, from Florida State
Their writing I so enjoy
For their words reverberate
John Loving is such a wonderful guy
There's Sara and Doris too
Deb Radke and Sharon Ruebel our newbies
Made welcome to our literal zoo
P.D. Skat and Constance
Barbara, Iolanda and June
Francine from lovely Nanaimo
Many thanks to all of you
To Ruben, Celene and Raul
Your past writes have helped me grow
Along with so many others
You have helped my words to flow
Blimey! I better not miss out the Brits
Sarah, Brian, Sharon and June
And Anna Marie, away down in Wales
I have read in my front room
Many dudes I also have to thank
Harry Horsman the Geordie boy
The two Roberts, Dufresne and Hinshaw
Whose writings bring so much joy
There's also the bard called Peranteau
Billy the Kidster, Cecil as well
HG, Catie Lindsey and James Goff
Who marshalls his words real swell
And lastly there's the thousands of others
This character has ran out of space
Keep the ink in you pen gently flowing
Your names to me is your face
Golly! this is turning into a story
And many told by the above writing troops
As I marvel at your writing ingredients
Keep writing for this wonderful Soup
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if the sinking-of-boat …ice-cream by name
be deducted from the swept-off-in-flood … by name roll no 31
then would the wings of the comics
cease to exist
what says the uninterrupted sound of water-falling
from the stomach of the moon
what writes the pus and blood
what writes the fuming-hot rice
the creepers and the herbs grow continuously
in the insomniac bath-tub
the sounds of the horse-hoof floated by the river
used to change the velocity of its clothes
both in the morning and evening
the birds from the cornice go to school
by dip-swimming
it may come one day when the fishes
become very angry and in the tale of the sweet-meat
the potter will destroy the jointly-built bee-hive
then all hurricane would be habituated to dinner
sans saliva
then there would be no such morning-walk
in the body of the trees
from which such a bore could be found out
through which an elderly saral may fly
into the blue translation of a squirrel
the magnetic field of the orange-pulp
and the productivity of the open window
reside in the same locality
if their frequency be touched
then the the antenna of the mermaids
speared with sleeping-oil
may be injured
by burnings their eyes
the crow-birds knocks at
in the soap-foams
produced by the afternoon
the pond with a jumping deer
wants to make bite
it is not known by this way
when a white hyphen
sticks to the palate of the shirt
now put off all the whispers
and let it be talked on the will-paper of the bees
why the pages from the honourable ash-trays
be excluded
those bunch of waters
that come out from the churning of the anises
and the jumps born of their semen
also make friends with the group-photos
now let this other night sends its best wishes
to the future candles
through a cell-phone
A WRITERS LIFE
There is on Facebook pictures of dead film stars
like Elisabeth Taylor, who was born in London
and photos of her childhood.
I don´t really care about this. We should remember her
as a great actress, see her movies and shut up.
Then we have Ernest Hemingway, who is one of me
favourite writers, alas, he often appears in the picture
of his life, not so much about his writing, more about
his adventures, which I do not care to read about.
Dos Passos, another great writer, lived a smaller amount
of daring-do, but he surpassed Hemingway in his
say, The Bridge over San Louis Ray”, not to forget
John Steinbeck, Theodore Dreiser and William Faulkner.
I like American writes, pre-word processor,
and now they are going mad producing toms of too many words.
The thing is this. I don´t want to know about their childhood.
There was a time when i believed i could be the best dj ever
Then a professor says you have no voice for radio
There was a time when i could be the best poet ever
There was a time when words where fake and staged
The plan is not realistic to make money on a writers dream
To find the words to create the world you wish to portray
I write what i write with in 20 minutes
The words just flow i don't second guess
I don't worry about punctuation
I make words work that should not work together
I take this gift and change someones life
I am not the greatest of all time
I am not the master of poetic thought
I am just i man who writes to cope
I want you to read i want you to feel
I want you to see you could do this too
But i am no expert i am just a dreamer who dreams
Maybe someday they will know my name.
Design speaks well
As touch now tells
Beauty feels nice
Feisty sweet spice
Fond visual flow
In lovely show
Smart and sleek looks
Soft touch now books
Easy and smart
Ideas move heart
So much to say
Apps in full play
Joy seeds happy
Work feels lively
In a sure trance
Warm fingers dance
Verse lines now groove
Rhymes and thoughts move
Here as I write
Words sparkle cites
Sounds in full boom
As music blooms
Rich rapture lifts
Micro Tale gifts
My journey quest
Greets writes of fest
Here as I sit
Seize vibrant wit
My MacBook Pro
A touch that grows
Leon Enriquez
25 January 2018
Singapore
Id like to think what she writes
Is somehow meant for me
The notes she posts in public
Are secrets only I can see
Is it new beginnings
That we seek to find
Or proof that fate can sometimes wait
For when the time is right
Her first diamond sparkled
Her second’s gonna shine
The gifts that we’re both grateful for
Are part of its design
Thru the years we’ve held on
In each other we confide
Her first diamond sparkled
Her second’s gonna shine
Looking back on the day
When we... became friends
Is now a stark reminder
Of how I hope we end
We can’t replace a lost embrace
But I’ll be damned if I won’t try
May our journey end
With her.. by my side
Her first diamond sparkled
Her second’s gonna shine
The gifts that were both grateful for
Are part of its design
Thru the years we’ve held on
In each other we confide
Her first diamond sparkled
Her second’s gonna shine
Here I am to speak again
What lays so heavy on my mind
Her first diamond sparkled
But her second’s gonna shine
Her first diamond sparkled
But her second’s gonna shine
Now once again we meet in time,
Mimes mimic plain the muse that rhymes.
Chimes sweetly strain to tell of fate,
Rhymes usher rain in mellow state.
Here by the way of placid calm,
A brand new day speaks soothing balm.
Now once again the course is set,
Writes utter plain the present bet.
Chimes tell of peace that flavours craze,
Words in crisp ease now sparkle daze.
Here works enchant the way of voice,
Art once begun can fashion poise.
Now once again the mellow mood,
Words cast in pain forge mellow good.
Mimes in verse rhyme can posture well,
Time collects chimes just as words dwell.
Here on the way to charming lift,
Seize thus this day to grow your gift.
Now once again the music streams,
Of truth laid plain that sifts each dream.
Time and space meet the soul in quest,
Soul and heart greet body-mind fest.
Leon Enriquez
24 February 2019
Singapore
When you are in love
When you captured my sight I heard a song
Evoking a symphony of feelings quite strong
As cadence of quest reached deep in my heart
Urging in your embrace for the music to start.
We exchanged affection without a spoken word
Falling in love imminently as emotions stirred,
When rhythm of hearts made a passionate claim
As your mature frame seduced my budding flame.
Though you warned me with an adorable plea
I never considered age when I set myself free,
For you adorned me with a grace of sapience
Comforting in intellect derived from experience.
And you bestowed upon me a life of relevance
Ornate in the virtues of brilliant significance,
Treating me like a queen of ardent dream,
Adoring me as if I'm the source of your gleam.
When we encountered a hint of dissonance
You rallied to my aid to console my innocence,
As maven hands ably shaped our relationship
Reveling how amicably you steered our ship.
First time we met, I knew we were meant to be,
Since then it has been a life full of joyous spree,
For age doesn't matter when love writes the lyric
As passion resonates sound of angelic music.
December 11, 2017
Age doesn't matter when you're in love
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