Long Zooms Poems
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Life fly by. Faster and faster each day. You wish you could slow down the speed of time but you can't slow it down. You know your time is coming soon and yet your fate is set. You can't stop it from happening. You feel such deep despair and sadness. You think it's unfair that this can't be brought to a stop, and that you come back and away from death's door and back into this life's world. You wish you had longer, than you did with the people that you cherished and loved so deeply every day. They will always remember you and they will never forget you. They will always remember the days when all of us had fun together. You pray to him every day, and hopefully he'll hear those loving words and memories.
Little Zoom a very white mouse,
who lived in a humongous house,
single and without any spouse;
but he loved Strauss, but he loved Strauss.
Though he tried to learn how to waltz,
always needing some smelling salts,
his clumsiness was not his fault;
had plenty schmaltz, had plenty schmaltz.
One day he received a scooter,
with red wheels it looked like pewter,
on it there was no one cuter;
Waltzing scooter! waltzing scooter!
Now Zooms spins around the big house,
this scooter-waltzing little mouse,
to the enchanting strains of Strauss;
a waltzing mouse, a waltzing mouse.
I. What I love
I love my small garden full of fragrant blooms,
Where falling sunbeams paint dew drops into gold,
Where ladybirds wing, bees buzz and shadow zooms.
In the morn, it is a beauty to behold.
Flowers display themselves as in a pageant.
Dandy butterflies come and kiss them gallant.
Walking through my garden in the light of day,
Is a pleasure, making me forget life's fray.
2. What I hate
I detest a house in utter disorder,
With closed windows and doors trapping sultry air,
Where clothes and shoes are dumped in every corner,
Where all things are clumsily strewn here and there.
A house with no trace of aesthetics or art,
Where love is lacking to brighten up the heart,
Where no friends or guests are let in through the door,
With empty silence that feels wild as a roar.
Speeding to progress height
my special son zooms toward zestful flight
driving with his wheel chair with delight
whirling from left to right
cheering us all aright…
Vanquishing spastic blight
which does not well excite
he communes with gestures’ might
conquering boredom’s fight
flying cheerfully custom-made kite…
Then he grabs pen to write
figures clear at his sight
mom’s teeth showing smile’s bright
sister’s bag purely white
bits of cheese he can cheerily bite…
Along good appetite
he strives hard to recite
mumbling sounds without fright
noisy, oh, never quite
mirth-filled midst giggling sprite…
Soon enthralled with flash light
he grips it really tight
exuding smiles that invite
toward genuine respite
from rigors never trite.
With lullaby’s dim light
ending his prayer* plight
comes stuffed toy’s tinkling mite
messing up slumber site
for quirky wriggling cheerful night.
*Psalm 69:13 But as for me, my prayer is unto thee, O LORD, in an acceptable time: O God, in the multitude of thy mercy hear me, in the truth of thy salvation.
March 17, 2020
Edited on March 27, 2020
Honorable Mention, "STRAND PICK 3,any theme,any form" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 4/7/2020.
The normal joy of Christmas is dead in my house.
No enthusiasm or anticipation of laughter
It will be another day without family or friends
I may have a twinge or two of loneliness
But I will quickly tamp them down,
crocheting them into quilts of frolic and madness
The frolicking and madness of one.
One who can entertain herself easily
cartooning, painting, writing poetry,
and pretending it is not Christmas today.
If someone Zooms me, I probably won’t answer.
I will be too busy, playing.
Unless the loneliness creeps up.
Then I will Facetime someone.
Technology has become my new Santa Claus.
Here in this place with actual grace,
Word your own trace with happy face.
Bloom where you room with precious blooms,
Learn thus to groom fond fest that zooms.
Set your sure dream upon a theme,
Fit a pure scheme in lavish streams.
Learn that you know more than you show,
Wear a fine glow that syncs with flow.
You know you can live your fond plan,
Start to now scan a happy trend.
Start to see light that channels bright,
Love knows what's right that brings clear sight.
Here in good time the sacred rhymes,
Heed vivid chimes that hide in mimes.
Leon Enriquez
12 May 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT
Blest to behold Edenic paradise
Marked with grace, perfection never denies
My heart, awe-stricken, keeps on marveling
Wondrous nature wrought by Creator* Wise.
Mountains tower presenting grandeur height
As summits kiss clouds for celestial flight
Firmament lights witness the covenant
To exalt Designer's glorious might.
Flower terraces boast of vibrant blooms
Wafting redolence toward heaven zooms
Roses of Sharon greet waving Dahlias
Lilies of the Valley smite gloom that looms.
Ushered to Mother Earth’s orchard with bliss
My soul basks under fruit tree-canopies
While feasting on sweet orchidarium’s scent
Enthralled by herbal garden I can’t miss.
Cascading waterfalls of crystal gleam
Offer refreshing glow midst hope-filled beam
Reviving faith for serene service zest
To ripple along flowing freedom-stream.
*Isaiah 40:28 Hast thou not known? hast thou not heard, that the everlasting God, the LORD, the Creator of the ends of the earth, fainteth not, neither is weary? there is no searching of his understanding.
September 13, 2021
Edited on March 10, 2022
1st place, "Garden Inspirations" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by BJ Legros Kelley; judged on 4/20/2022.
"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love.”
~ Sophocles, Greek Poet
Love lotus within toroidal heart blooms,
effusing a blissful effervescence,
ignition that unendingly resumes,
revealing that light is soul’s quintessence,
which if we embrace, rapture within zooms
and we imbibe fragrance of truth’s essence.
The nectar of pure bliss flows through our veins
and bliss is the highest octave of love,
divine magnetism that cleanses soul’s stains,
provided head and heart act hand in glove,
free from pain inflicted by ego’s chains,
invoking God’s grace that pours from above.
God is love and light, dwelling in our heart ~
Each breath sees therein, bliss ignition start
Furious wind from the north hisses louder,
banging against the gaped mouth of a sky, drenched…
Haggard, the night wheezes with quack
of birds waylaid; a time of unruly rainfall
crashing once more: and the moon grows bald,
groaning a jumble of cracked acoustics:
On and on, the roar of sleet
pierces through lush trees
in a noise that grates far into the dark horizon,
an energy fierce like a woman scorned.
How she blares a war amidst a company of men,
flowers, and all in one driven ride
that her wild thrill rasps zooms ---
until on ninth hour
a slow-motion of rhythm flows,
while she pauses to croon a mellow tune
as if... in final taps of a wail,
nothing ever happened.
For Shadow Hamilton:The Noise Contest
Written 3/9/2017
The heavy clouds cool the morn's air
They surround damp, light weight
Each bird seems to approve this day
But to my soul speak ~~wait
Let the Holy Spirit take control
Speaking peace, peace be still
It will all work out in due time
Just obey my sweet Will
Arising to move on to face the day
Just slight color in view
A bright pink 'pon the Tulip Tree
Late season bloom~great hue
Drawing closer blessed once again
The French Tarragon blooms
A tiny Cornflower Blue bloom
Strange~as in view it zooms
Surprise~it's a Bachelor's Button
Two blessings in one day
God uses the small to confound the wise
Thank You for the display
Written this Eleventh Day Of June 2013