Dunk in world, taint-less still I’ll be,
Man of the world, world-less still be.
Come, stitch a patch of love ‘pon me
So that my life loveless not be.
Death, yours be the only bed, where
I sleep and keep grace still with me.
Journey of life that scarce goes straight,
As man way-lost would digress me.
Amidst all this heartless ho hum,
My work still reader-less might be.
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Ghazal |11.11.2025 | life, love, sleep, world, work
Out in this vain world, treading my lone trail,
I fall, find feet, firm up my feeble stake,
And try again a better me to make,
In marketplace but never once for sale.
With enough love in heart for all to draw,
An avid pond I am, no settled lake
Content with scarce, no world breeze can me shake--
A pond, never of a huge oceans’ awe.
In this world vying daily with new breeze,
I just try-- be a man made but by me--
A task no simple still to turn with ease,
So, it’s fair to feel way-lost in the sea,
Come forward then, wish wind-speed to my sail,
To help me sail to my least-trodden trail.
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Sonnet | 03.12.2004, revised September 2024|self, world
The fat man claims to be a man of the world
and dances around the stage as if to prove it.
The leading lady laughs deliciously
and exits arm-in-arm with the thin man~
after all she knows the fat man is a jolly sort
and not like normal people
with feelings to be considered.
Grace in-pours from the baby’s fontanel
That soft, tender spot on top of it’s head
In time gaps close, blocking God’s miracle
We become a man of the world, well bred
Desires pursued, till point of exhaustion
We recognise pain follows fleeting joy
Thus ceasing striving, we choose cessation
Dwelling in silence, free from ego’s ploy
Back to the start, our crown’s activated
This time around, by divine magnetism
Lower mind’s cravings are all placated
Vibrant and aglow, becomes body prism
Earth life is short, so let us not waste time
Heeding love’s chime, meld with divine sublime
03-March-2022
The fat man claims to be a man of the world
and dances around the stage as if to prove it.
The leading lady laughs deliciously
and exits arm in arm with the thin man -
after all she knows the fat man is a jolly sort
and not like normal people
with feelings to be considered.
Rabid desires, blamed on testosterone;
vicious thoughts, in games of oneupmanship,
fuelling passions, turning heart to stone,
remorselessly tighten on soul their grip,
oblivious to tears that slowly drip.
The face in the mirror loses lustre,
resembling now, a demonic creature,
deadened to soft, subtle voice of conscience,
man of the world, in truth a predator,
forging with evil, shaky alliance.
02-May-2021
Two people looking out of a window
Strange, is it not, they see different things
Poet; attention soft in stillness slow
Man of the world; his eyes glazed, sees nothing
In seeming chaos, there is symmetry
As the pendulum swings from left to right
We see around sacred geometry
Unvoiced intent, cognised by inner sight
Poised attention, distilled by a kind heart
Watchword for a poet, warm empathy
Discerning flow of love, before it starts
Tears behind smiles, feigning serenity
Poets in truth go nowhere, poised in silence
Interconnected with the universe
Reading between lines in playful parlance
Resonation of heart, being our verse
26-November-2020
(syllabic rhyme)
At Birth
Written: by Miracle man
9-3-2019
life’s mast was hoisted and sails unfurled,
And while I’ve never became a man of the world.
I’ve done my best with what God has given,
And by a fecund imagination I’ve been driven.
Like Jonah, I too, was found inside a great fish,
Jesus gave me hope and now I cease to wish.
From the belly of my fish I would soon ascend,
God’s voice had brushed me like a gentle wind.
Can't believe all you peeps dropping in
Must change my undies, feel like a bohemian
Be more presentable
Dress more respectable
More like a man-of-the-world, this silly old comedian
Can't believe all the new peeps dropping in
Must change my undies, feel like a bohemian
Be more presentable
Dress more respectable
More man-of-the-world, this silly old comedian
P-hilippine Independence Day
H-ad been proclaimed twelfth of June;
I-t was the year eighteen ninety-eight,
L-iberation lives neath the moon.
I-t was the freedom from foreign control,
P-romise of reform was made;
P-eace process in the country
I-ced the war as the smoke did fade.
N-ation's Independence Day was initiated by Emilio Aguinaldo;
E-nding the three hundread years of Spanish rule, the Filipino flag began to glow.
I-ndependence day of the Philippines
N-ever departs from our mind;
D-ramatic growth of nationalism
E-manates to brightly shine.
P-hilippine Independence Day
E-xplains the Filipino's valor;
N-ever will he remain slave,
D-enying any alien conqueror.
E-very man of the world
N-eeds to be freed from soul colonizer;
C-hrist has built His Church,
E-ach one is ordered to enter.
D-on't waste the given chance,
A-sk for the righteous way;
Y-es, it's more important than Philippine Independence Day.
Man of the world:
His eyes were the trick to his disguise
His lies were the key to his guide
As he lay there deep with in the lie
He realized
Nor he nor anyone else could relinquish him of the pain he'd hide
Of the pain he'd hide
So if he fell astray
If he fell behind
No one would be left to help him fly
-Written By Jesse Gillibrand
never before let it blossom like
roses in such fairest sunlight
he was a man of wilderness
strong and sure in his way
a creature of knowing and doing
a stranger to this game of light and shadow
of loves falsely promised and tenderness teased
of loves true touch tenderness felt in unison with another soul
a man of the hunt for wild beasts
he sought to ensnare her in traps of logic
but any fool knows there is no logic to the heart
and its romances are all she knew
such is a fiery burning bright and true to the heart romance
such is the knowing a woman's deep hearts desires
he calls out in moonlight her name
and she comes to him
and they share wild hours wrestling
body and soul
this is the true spoken word
there is no life without love
a man of the world now
no man can stand without a woman's hand
Yes I see you man of the world:
Flashy on cue in myriad twirls.
Yes I know when to step aside:
Succinct you send your swirl of pride.
Yes I know now that tragic touch:
Watch time somehow scoop away much.
Yes I know why all magic fades:
The weary sighs that sorrow trades.
Yes I know then that fear resents:
The crippling trends in cheer's intent.
Yes, I must say that common sense
Soon fades away to true pretense.
Leon Enriquez
16 December 2014
Singapore
Better is always for comparison
best is limited without limit
good becomes better and best
if something is done good
Good is best for me though I can't do the best
Neither I am richest man of the World
nor I am in such position where from
best can be done in rem
If I can do anything good that's the best for me
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