chief of disguise
collector of masks
the King wears his
as a helmet to scare
off enemies
the fool with false nose
the jester in chains
remains in oubliette
singing in his screams
impossible to forget
the old men who come
from the sea and steam
in cold of Poseidon spray
salt and fish from waves
likely alone are the women
and wives of sailors
so long as they have not
turned to traitors,
bakers or smiths
the loves who are steadfast
never safe from a day
when their hearts do not return
fading to old maids all
in the name of heartbreak
the Queen is tired of
the Knave of Bells
his complaints so
needless and vain,
checking his hair in the mirror
she is exhausted
left to remain as consort
to the pain in her heart
for the King is away
not likely to return.
Helen used to race in non-disabled sailing events,
In the 400 class but soon became a para-sailor,
Of single 1-person keelboats 2.4mR, air vents,
They’re a very small 2.4 metre boats with rudder.
In 2006 Helena won a silver medal in Beijing city,
In the pre-olympic Test Event for taxing yngling,
And she proudly stood on, took the podium gritty,
Beside Annie Lush and Lucy MacGregor braving.
And she won the Paralympic Games in London,
As the first Brit to win gold at sailing, she dared,
So she was awarded the MBE 2013 for motion,
Has a BEng in yacht, power design, she cared.
Initially disappointed by third place in Rio, Brazil,
But when she mounted that valorous podium,
The sadness instantly ebbed away with the thrill,
Of achieving such a hard task against the sodium.
On another site, I have a Spanish friend
A year ago, I couldn't understand what he meant
But today it's clear
He persevered
I admire his tenacity to learn english time well spent
G ranted there are times when your
E nergy level has become inadequate
O r hind sight lost sight of for sight
R equiring a new regimentation
G ouged with gorgeous poems being
E levated to levels highly unknown requiring a
L eap of some form of fantastic faith
U usurped by none other then Lucas himself who
C an have the propensity, ostensibly along with
A udacity to promote all of his veracity
S o he can become a blooming flowering actor on Planet of the Apes.
The rest of this my mind it completely escapes.
Jim Horn
Apt vision sees the saga here,
Sense monomyth as source of sight;
Keep motive spree as story steers.
Glimpse worlds that drift on paths of light,
Employ the means to tell the tale;
Obsess the thoughts on storyboard,
Reach ideas seen as plot prevails;
Give quest your lot in message sought,
Embark to lift the cause and theme.
Look deeper then to frame the mood,
Use inspired gifts to match the dream;
Claim purpose when the touch feels good,
Apply the Force to advance tale,
Sound touch can cause ventures that sail.
Leon Enriquez
04 May 2015
Singapore
His soft lavendar shaded skin was delicate as silk, like petals from a rose.
Adorning blue eyes glazing into a calm blue sky,
A radiant smile like the rays of a bright yellow sun.
The hair that adorned the top of his head was as black as lumps of coal
Found along side the railroad yard,and sparkled at times as if diamonds specially
placed among his tiny round head.
The joy it brings to see his tiny arms stretch strenously to relect life being
placed in a frail tiny body.
A faint smell of an insanity flower garden seemed to fill the cold drab room.
Small tiny fingers attached to a fragile hand,grasping on to the soft blanket,
That wrapped around his thin body.His touch feels like a gentle lamb.
The butterfly kisses are like the taste of milk and honey flowing from a jar.
His grin broadens showing his teeth that are white as snow.
A glance at his elegant small feet with stubby short toes,
That would someday fill the shoes of a strong fine man.
He gleams like a ray of light,
Like the white snow glistens,
Precious and sweet he is as an angel from Heaven.