Melodrama Tears of Purple Passion
Tears of purple passion rend the cloak of my soul in a sob act as
Sobbing rain rips apart the sinuous threads of my blubbering broken heart
I beat my chest in abandoned weeping lamentation, crying out in vain.
Oh that the trampled, wailing, crying rose of love
Could gather together her sobbing scattered petals again -
Feel again her glow crushed by winter's maudlin weeping in heliotropic hues
Oh that distress teardrops shed here in sobbing souls of rending grief
On this windswept barren path would grow flowers in their footsteps
Weeping no more, crying for joy in their miraculous transformation.
Oh let Goblin slowly beat drums of broken sorrow in sobbing rising surges
Waterworks of downbeats in pulsing litanies of crying blackest blackness
Yet gather moaning cries as newborn jewels, treasure born of indigo Tears.
7-27-21
Sponsor: Jack Webster
Contest: The Goblins Jewel Box 1
REVELATION
It was ages since we ‘d met. I dread her visits.
The melodrama and discord leave me unmoored.
My sister’s hugs morphed into stones, dropped one by one.
Words hitting dark water. Circles of disbelief spun around me.
Not one scintilla of truth.
I glimpsed her self-satisfied smirk.
We’d been close in our teens…
A deep breath. No , Sis, it never happened.
She tossed her curls. But I was there. I saw you. Him too.
Did counselling
and hypnosis bring her easy certitude?
No sis…
She glared. It’s true. Do you think I’m mad?
DECIMA WRAXALL
Drama on Social Media
With every passing day
and every passing hour
world comes closer,
globe contracts
with silvery lustre
of social media.
Some, call this media
a social monster,
others, addicted badly,
few, known for moderate use
for purpose and reason.
It is the platform of continuous drama
of uniting friends and foes,
art and the artists,
leaders and the bidders,
entertainers and commoners,
gossipers and chatters.
It’s the platform of melodrama
bringing angel and fairy closer
displaying their lovely chats to public,
making tantrums and shouts in public,
their cat & dog match viewed widely,
entertaining the world of netizens.
And, one day..
angel and fairy
bid farewell
closing all their accounts
blocking and quitting social media
to end one more social media drama.
Soon, the new accounts were
opened,
fairy is seen with another angel,
angel is seen with other fairy
to begin one more entertaining
drama on social media.
******
Apt ample arc blooms blindness bright:
Voice valid void in empty space,
Art now frames room with vain delight;
In odd colloid watch mimic trace,
Note naughty nice hurl hollow hide.
Meet mushy moods in fickle form,
End sunshine spice that seeks joy ride;
Live fractal good in twisted norms,
Old fancy thinks upon odd angles;
Dance drowsy date in pickled poise,
Rush feels vague links entangle;
Address blind fate with edgy voice,
Mind mellows most what fancy feels,
Ask to meet ghost that grapples will.
Leon Enriquez
22 March 2018
Singapore
Drama drills dear
Taste touchy tears
Seize sample such
Mean muddles much
Make mellow mime
Taste tangent times
Trouble trips taste
Worry works waste
Sneaky sour snore
Pricks petty pore
Mist moving mull
Dazzle dance dull
Fickle form flees
Such silly sprees
Big bumper blame
Grips grumpy game
Drama digs drip
Sense stupid slip
Leon Enriquez
24 September 2017
Singapore
The mosquitoes swirl
in the mix with her soft
skin --
applause splatters
a melodrama
is presented, deadly duet--
malaria looms
A minute menace
niggles the baby's
mother--
high warmth within
The melody of our life is made blanch
Dazing our seats by denying us to blare
We are not orators or sorcerers
We are feathers train from the heart
Why is our tone buried in the ranch
When our melody is so sonorous to hear?
We are not trespassing words for lepers
Nor are we to weed the falconers parts
On the tone is our ditty of ovation
Dear melody, our diary of dialogue
A darling of our locomotion
An era of our useful youthful prologue
A play to watch from the heart in action
A yolk, that may hands for epilogue.
The Gothic Quest had best
Not seek to really wrest
The truth from underneath
Time’s tightly shrouded sheath.
Across each quaint old tale
Is stretched a taut black veil
To cloak the primal dread
Hinted at, not said.
The creaking castle door—
The trap door in the floor—
Mere stage props in your soul:
Each man has a start.
There you play your part.
One night I jumped from a building similar to the Sears Tower
My back against the air of unmoved molecules that migrate inside my spine
Falling
Sometimes I'm able to breathe underwater through my nostrils as aquatic life of
the oceans
Or so I fly in fain this firmament
With wings of freedom plunged at my request
On dark days I'm invincible of being harmed by violence
Though fear is like a fresh apple
Always tempting to be afraid
Fear is a fragment of my imagination
And chimeras surround me with a chill
And children cheer this creature of a cattle
And cheetahs chase my carnality up the chestnut
My eyelids fall like curtains of a play
Shall I seize the day
Sleeping
Sounds of seconds pass through minutes slept
Snoring
Sentimental thoughts of the past underline my screenplay
Memories
I plan with vagueness, inventing visions of the imagination in the realm of fancy
Dreaming
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