Long Yoda Poems
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Foppish fringe flutters..pianist tendrils tinkling..
Flitter finessing leathery fruits..
Caressing..stitched dreams tickled & tailored..
Swing..swerve in clandestine cahoots…
Curve…voluptuous velvety verve..
Wobble seam serendipity tempts..teases..
Sliding across creases..angle architect gliding..
Heaven sent tyro riding blazing trails..
Hellbent brio…Waggers & Trent..Timmy trio..
Touted trinity…selector trifecta..febrile fan affinity..
Tim’s timber hoicks topple Toblerones..
Schadenfreude stats sips.. Oiks suggest Timmy..
Ersatz Test imitator of Jimmy…
Naysayers…tut tutters spew from trolling gutters…
As Yoda may say…"Devil may care..unfair..flair in the air..this bowling pair share..'
Muffled murmurs of the goat..Hadlee float…gracing grassy notes..
Timmy..go on gimme one final shimmy…
Dare to dream…it will end.. as it did begin..
With that boyish grin..just beam..old friend
Make laughter out of bafflement
And meet the wind as dawn arises
Watch for signs when day declines
It tells a truth that will not lie
The sun will rise, the sun will set
It comes and goes with no regret
Some things will change our restless world
But be assured upon the dawn
Upon the dusk we can depend
Assurance comes with every sun
It comes again, and then is gone
What we have captured in our hand
We must release, and let it go
And when the swallow comes in spring
Homeward bound, precisely honed
You'll know again all things will come
Some will stay, and some must go
A perfect plan is on the wing
And when the geese appear in fall
To feel how certain is the call
Assurance comes with timeless voice
Southward bound without a doubt
Make laughter out of bafflement
Meet the wind, face the sky
Lift the doubt and lift the eye
Hindsight, as a gift good it would be
Ours if only to have it we could
Misery, to stop it for you and me
People not to meet, good be that would.
Hearts broken, not they would be
Heartbreak, not happen it would
Love true, we would see
Hindsight, as a gift, be good it would
Corners to turn, not turn them we would
In hindsight, save us it would, we see
Troubles save us, many it would
Life with hindsight, good it should be
Challenges though, would few be
Need them we do to grow
In hindsight, them we cannot see
Learn we must from our woe.
Forgiveness, a reason for this there is
Mistakes many to ourselves we lay bare
In hindsight also trouble there is
Need it when we do, it’s never there.
© 13/03/2013 ~GG~
Contest entry
Radio impulse
Stray songs invite;
Hip melancholy
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Words and lyrics
Basket of moods;
Mental corridors
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Espresso machine
Caffeine song;
Frothy brew
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Dancing darling
Plucks my heart strings;
Sense surround
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Listen now
Birdsong metaphor;
Dawn brings magic
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Profound moments
Rain wets window;
Windy sadness
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Neighbour smiles
Meal takeaway chit-chat;
Weather and prices
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Pineapple slices
Lunch time treats;
Sour-sweet yellow
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Dress-up ladies
Dolls on stilettos;
Curvatures glow
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Mascara eyes
Vivid charades fix;
Dreamy distance
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News headlines blast
Earthquake tremors again;
Nepalese pain grips
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Sighing old woman
Complains to herself;
Ghostly whispers
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Wayside alcoholic
Smiles in somnolence;
Happy delusions
~~~~~~~~~~
Be beyond blur
Lively nonsense;
Sound escape plan
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New food court here
Up market ambience;
Prices escalate
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Two grownup kids meet
Playground romance;
Brief interlude
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Wedding banquet
Happy couple cheers;
Sanguine guests feast
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Yoda in green
True to life;
Star Wars philosophy
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"Do or do not,
There is no try."
The Force runs away
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Sing to the dawn
Be happy now;
Tomorrow can wait
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My darling calls
Expresso ready;
Blurry steps slide
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Glimpse here
New light flings;
Suspend objections
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Leon Enriquez
27 May 2015
Singapore
Yesterday I had a short circuit
So, I just had to go sit back
And just rework it
Been writing for more
Than a week a half
Boy this download did come real fast
Yeah with the music
Man it was blast
I then had a quick reload
And hear
Clear beyond sound of one's ear
Is what here in deed did come
Laying back and leading my mind…on om
Now I will explain it to you some
Here to you this new encode
The next day the sun did rise
Coming to no surprise
Thinking a day to rest my mind
Truly would be the best and the wise
Laying head upon northern star
Opening mind thoughts whatever thou art
Electric spark spoke these words that are
I speak in a tongue
Even to thee you young
It’s about the Universal One
So, Lets take a journey
See vibrations in light and sound
Even when it appears
Absolutely none
Around
The explanation of the FORCE
So, listen up and you can learn from me
Frequency of Orientation in Rays of Circuit-light Energies
Now about that
The Jedi Situation
Well hear Ye thee interpolation
Yoda…Ye the one Alpha
Qui-Gon Jinn…Quickly understand I Great Officer Known Namaste General
Mace Windu…Makes wind do
Obi-Wan…All be I THE ONE
Anikan…Any one can
Padme…Place made in thee
Darth Maul…Dark Master of all the Underlords
Darth Vader…Darker Vampire demon rising
Count Doku…Conniving, obsessed, underling too does kill ye, you
Supreme Leader Snoke…Sinister Underlord, prince Ruthless Evil Maser eternal leader Sin I Satan cross hater
Wow what an ego man
That name does runs all across this great vast land
So, that’s the 411 on this here download
And now that you know the tongue of the code
Go have fun with it and don’t crash the mode
Ford score and...Chevy
five years ago,
my Model A strapping
handsome big bro,
(who sped like one
speeding Triumph font lee, crow),
wing, & swooping Thunderbird, with
bold face observers whistling Geronimo
(Holy Jeep), this meant war
whooping Comanche
decked out as armadillo
kicking up red feathery
colored dust devils
rivaling the fastest Alfa Romeo
(while choking, gagging, loo
sing russett sputum
flecked with true grit
mouthful size of Colorado)
easily mistaken for masked Zorro
speeding across rugged
terrain of Durango,
ah recall and reminisce,
and if cup ear just so
can still hear (albeit faintly),
a toy Yoda Echo
wing nsync with
Lake Woebegone prairie
home companion, the little known no
nonsense visiting drag queen racer
Noah N. Gin poe
cur face (born that way)
originally from Malibu, a beautiful
Corvair with Corsair, now resembling
groveling growling Gremlin, in slow-mo
what with his Smashface
ugly enough to scare Apollo
the ghost of David Buick,
a poor entrepreneur, who
never did make good profit re: Coupe,
and could not Dodge nor shoo
away, the Stealth fearsome curse
of Aries nibble Viper moo
ving fast as greased lightning,
(whereby an Eagle Talon
flashed like Spitfire akin too
Austin-Healey Sprite)
full Caprice out of the
(sir really yon) blue
celestial vault outer limits, hue
mans avoided only
brave Caravan Voyager Goo Goo
Doll dared (only fools rushed in,
ignoring, and dodging Fiat,
where angels feared to tread), a Motley Crue
shielded with Fisker Karma (credit),
no matter last payments way overdue
sought out (with Escort
in tow) - actually two
yup, that ever elusive Holy Grail,
thus needed to Focus with much ado
about nothing, while
brows scrunched – mad as Jew
pitter by Zeus snorting like
angry red Taurus bulls - do
tee fully kicking up Tempo
like nobody's business ready
to serve their Mazda at heart,
a Legacy Sub (burr rue)
tricked up as a gnu
that's all Volks-wagon
bidding adieu before
I Escalade from ridiculous
to the sublime.
(Playful girl in Western Tibet, 2009)
The Natural Way of Being
There’s a natural way of being
And then there is a contrived way
Of trying to become.
I remember the natural way as a child
Simply being, exploring, playing,
And I’ve pursued the contrived way
Most of my life since.
It comes from a lack of confidence
When training in the unfamiliar.
But if we want to get beyond the habits
Of our conditional mind
We have to explore the unfamiliar.
Eventually, I suppose, we gain confidence
In what is beyond ordinary mind.
But if my life is any indication
This process of familiarization
Takes many lifetimes,
Lifetimes spent trying.
Master Yoda famously pointed out the distinction
“Do or do not. There is no try.”
And yet as clear and easy as this is to see
We continue to try,
Forcing round pegs into square holes.
Because that’s what the system does
And so what we become conditioned to do.
If we’re lucky we find an activity or hobby
Doing something that comes naturally
Improving through practice without trying
To become something we’re not.
For years rock climbing was this for me,
Something I did because I wanted to,
In my own way and without a doubt.
And doing in this way I discovered
What is to be free, what it is to be me,
And what it is to be connected to everything else.
In this way I found my true spiritual practice
Without it being something special
Or somehow separate from the physical.
What I found was what I knew as a child
Without even knowing I knew;
The passion of living, the pull of life,
Of a moth to flame, or bee to nectar,
The force of life embodied only in this life.
I remember what it was like being a child
And what it’s been like ever since.
What it’s like to want to change
And all the steps and stages along the way.
There’s a contrived way of trying to become
And then there’s the natural way of being
Which is, in truth, our true nature.
(2/2/25)
We used to like Yoda
we used to like Gandalf
we used to like The Power Rangers
but now we just like Golf
remember days with Pog cards
they were flipping bad
mornings with your rock hard
and now we're going mad
Back when we were young
all was an unknown
soon we will be done
where did the time go
Puberty's a crisis
midlife is a crisis
wondering if Christ is
and if so why is ISIS
After good comes
a mental stain
flaccid wood flung
florescent stain
We used to dream and wonder
now we sleep and slumber
the old just seem to wonder,
life to six foot under
we used to like Gandalf
now we like Golf
we used to like Yoda
soon it's all over
He entered my life like morning sun that coats the horizon like paint on canvas, that captured my heart.
He entered my life like a butterfly that floats in a net and helped me forget all the tragedies that engulfed my soul.
He entered my life like a sudden downpour from the clouds and washed the misery away, leaving me in a state of awe.
My man is 6'4" tall, a statue that radiates beauty like the statue of David by Michelangelo.
He is wise like the Jedi Yoda, and as charming as a splendid prince.
His wit is as sharp as a razor blade, and he is as humorous as a Jesters' tongue.
His name is Matthew like the Saint in the Bible, and he loves me dearly.
Like winter, he's majestic, lovely and pure, as is our love for each other.
He romances my heart like Casanova romances his conquest.
His ethics is noble as a priest and his principles is majestic as knight.
I love and adore him completely; he has become my second half.
Alas! I found love in a man who is humbled and loving as my splendid prince.
This is in Yoda speak, my favorite Star Wars character
Your heart lives the greatest power within;
faith that survives darkest gloom
where in its depths roses bloom
and in its heights, the sun at noon
warms all and holds evil down.
No twilight there is, no night nor day.
See, a glow that grows - and all can
and follow, even deaf and blind can.
The force within that feel you can.
Like planted seed faith grows,
it grows through crusted earth,
in frozen tundra, under snow.
It matters where it is sown not.
Your soul believes provided that
the power to conceive, love has.
No greater love, no greater need
than trusting inner faith I plead.
This space we float in, we fly -
you and I, different in appearance only.
Our souls, our beings, deny cannot -
atoms of the same matter we are,
with gravity toward the same nucleus,
cells pumped by the same heart,
thoughts by the same mind,
players in the same dream -
for survival needing the same.
Yet trust you not when you must.
You fight the orbit but, you escape cannot.
That it gives you life, you do not know.
Your blood runs in me -
see, trust in the Force and you will.
If you leave, cease to be you will,
but in faith, free to be you will...hmmmm