Long Zooms Poems
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welcome new spring
and the rain
birds that sing
vines that chain
flower blooms
a blue sky
air perfumes
and clouds up high
and the birds fluttering a wing
a wild woodland terrain
sweet butterflies that cling
a running horses mane
wildflowers around tombs
wind like a babies cry
a buzzing bee that zooms
and sunsets that with beauty sigh
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August 24, 2022
Poetry/New-ku/Haiku/spring - NK
Copyright Protected, ID 08-1483-150-24
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest Charlie New-Ku
sponsor, Charlies Messina, Judged 10/18/2022
First Place
Gripped with freedom gear
Driving well, sans fear
Our son whirls in joyous spree
Quelling my heart’s shout
Smiting mother's doubt...
He champions victor’s glee!
In special wheelchair
There he zooms with flair
Gesturing triumphant sign…
Oh, we feel so blest
Since his spastic pest
Makes us gain God's grace* divine.
*2 Corinthians 9:8 And God is able to make all grace abound toward you; that ye, always having all sufficiency in all things, may abound to every good work.
November 23, 2024
2nd place "Alouette Me" Rhyme Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich; judged on 12/2/2024
It is so grim- that sudden thunderstorm
that kills calm feelings- makes one gasp aloud;
instills the threat of doom to then reform
a happy heart to darken neath its shroud.
The gloomy, blackened sky thunders its booms;
this huge, black monster, no one can control-
while wistful lightning lashes out and zooms
with downward shocks at targets as its goal.
Away from windows, I resign and hide.
Depression stirs my melancholy view,
as giant warring clouds above collide
destroying happy thoughts of peaceful blue.
And there, withdrawn, I stay till I know when
the battle's done- and Sun will rule again.
Ask apt answer
Dream deep dancer
Speak sweet season
Raise ripe reason
Thrill touchy toy
Play primal ploy
Waltz waking ways
Soul stirrings stay
Rest reveals rhymes
Taste touching times
Dying death dreams
Touch timely theme
Glimpse glowing grace
Feel fleeting face
Live lofty lines
Prompt prayer pines
Peace puzzles plot
Trials treating thought
Giving grants good
Mind moving mood
Stream sensuous screen
Browse blessings brim
Zesty zeal zooms
Reach rupture's room
Leave lasting light
See splendour's sight
Jumpstart just joy
Etch each employ
Rhyme rumbles rhyme
Time thrilling time
Note nimble note
Tote touching tote
Space spilling space
Touch tasting touch
Be bright being
Bloom becoming
Leon Enriquez
30 March 2015
Singapore
Childhood is a stranger, taken away,
pushed into games we do not want to play.
Of all the battles that I have fought it is this one which always surrounds me,
punchdrunk, forever looking the wrong way with eyes closed.
Life would be wonderful were it not for those 3am wakings,
those naked lunch moments,
where the camera pulls out and zooms in on life,
and I'm in the foreground.
This camera close-up always takes me by surprise,
I am never ready.
What is its obsession,
does it want my confession?
And what did I do anyway?
I just happen to be here, everyday.
None of this "blame" is mine,
in this cruel act, this pantomime.
This invented game of cheap charades
and I'll burn down your house of cards,
but not today.
Today the games are mine to play,
Now I will keep you locked away.
I'll keep you secret, I'll keep you near,
Now you'll live in endless fear.
One night the truth will creep into your room,
at 3am,
and slide under your covers.
And I along with all the others.
We'll use our words like a loaded gun,
you'll go to hell for what you've done.
A poem is not a logically coherent snapshot of consciousness; rather, poetry testifies to a breach of established logical conventions, offering a new perspective. This perspective reveals certain unspecified meanings that can only emerge through poetry. A poem should not be read as some sort of autobiographical document. On the contrary, an honest poem challenges the notion of documentary accuracy; it is almost always an imprint of complex reflections on memory, an event or events, and the musings of the subconscious—musings that are not obvious to the author—and this entire ensemble of meanings emerges at a specific moment and is never repeated thereafter. Or rather, the moment appears only to never appear again. There are no copies, poetry asserts; we cannot halt a moment in time to calmly reproduce the very same action in the very same state of consciousness. Most likely, the river seen by Heraclitus would have remained the same without poetry. In constant change, there is neither truth nor falsehood – there is simply a given reality as it reveals itself to the poet’s keen attention. After all, one might well fail to notice any changes at all – indeed, it is probably safer to perceive reality in this way. And there is no error on the part of the observer here. There are no rules. The play of time shifts with every moment spent within oneself and in the outside world, but we are under no rule to detect these changes. And what if some people do not change? – then their objects, too, remain unchanged. The parade of eternal entities is always somewhere nearby, sometimes closer than one might wish. But we are under no obligation to take part in this parade. On the other hand, we owe no debt for missed changes; little depends on us, for we cannot delude ourselves into thinking that we are the masters of our own destinies. Noticing what the so-called ‘others’ fail to notice is neither an advantage nor a disadvantage. It is simply a peculiarity of perception that brings comfort to the perceiver. It is rather like zooming in with a built-in camera – would be ridiculous to think that the camera acquires a soul the moment it zooms in on a subject.
Dad blurts out in fright:
"I don't know what to DO!?"
Dad's abandoning God...and I'm striving,
With all of my effort, but with little doubt,
I assure dad that he's strong and he could always rely on us
With all of this dread, without a doubt,
Dad's hating the traffic...while he's driving
God knows I'm very uncertain...
And my garbage-like depression (misery)
Outruns my cheerfulness again
And our dejected repression (cruelty)
God knows for certain we are uncertain...
Our uncertainty zooms on and on...
As our garbage-like obstacles
Ship us away from happiness time and time again
But, throughout the troublesome obstacles,
God works with us dawn to dawn…
And God knows what he’s doing, father!
God knows we’ll win this fight with His might!
Lift lovely lines
Dance daze divine
Feel finesse fine
Frame form fiery
Drool deed dreamy
Zeal zooms zesty
Loiter long looks
Browse blurry books
Niche nurtures nook
Do define day
Speak simple say
Prime profound play
Charm cheery choice
Verb vibrant voice
Plot prudent poise
Love lingers light
Forge freedom's flight
Seek sanguine sight
Glimpse gracious gift
Seek subtle sift
Lofty lines lift
Keep knocking kind
Mould middle mind
Sure symbols sign
Spread succinct stay
Please power play
Crush crumbling clay
Touch tender times
Create calm chimes
Reap roomy rhymes
Crisp clever core
Yield younger yore
Live lasting lore
Ask apt achieve
Brine big belief
Rest ripe relief
Plot puzzles ploy
Treasure treats toy
Jazz jumpy joy
Dream dazzles daze
Line little laze
Cheer crazy craze
Grimace grabs glitz
Bear blooming blitz
Free foamy fritz
Hurl hurting hate
Feel flashy fate
Drill dreary date
Free feisty fool
Plunge precious pool
Stream sensuous spool
Worry wears wax
Trick trouble's tax
Lines loiter lax
Dig deeper domes
Rich rivers roam
Thrill telling tomes
See special sights
Nurture new nights
Live limpid lights
Deem distance dream
Seek simple scheme
Touch thrilling theme
Seize saving spells
Touch tender tell
Dance dizzy dwell
Leon Enriquez
21 November 2014
Singapore
Wise words weave well
Dance daily dwell
Touch tender thrills
Glimpse grand goodwill
Love laughs light lay
Silence sifts say
Be beyond boom
Real rapture rooms
Allow apt art
Sign spacious start
Love lines live loft
Speak sensuous soft
Dream deep daze dear
Faith forfeits fear
Zeal zooms zesty
Charm creams calmly
Woo with wise worth
Bright blessings birth
Happy heart heals
Frame funny feel
Ink inner id
Laughter lifts lid
Wealthy ways work
Jest jumpy jerk
Speak sacred sage
Point poignant page
Muse make music
Mind moves magic
Leon Enriquez
14 April 2015
Singapore
Abide sure grace with a true heart,
Make moments grand and seize fond flair;
Ply your own face as cheer now starts,
Live well dear friend your feisty airs;
Embrace the feel of zest that blooms.
Affluence grows well with profound peace,
Frame thoughts that heal as touch now zooms;
Frame how you dwell with lovely ease,
Loiter with jest as wit fits cast;
Urge joy to stay here on the way,
Employ deep fest from first to last;
Note how each day springs forth to play,
Come seize grand hope with profound poise,
Etch love's pure scope to succeed choice.
Leon Enriquez
20 October 2016
Singapore