They aren't the key to anything
But they put the key in your hand
Nothing to unlock or access
You may wobble
But you'll still stand....
Could you stand it?
To be alright-
To be ok without being
When you plan it
You build a kite
Untethered to what you're seeing.
Divination schemes,
shamlet in full effect.
An effective tactic,
the method discovered from
another scammer.
In high fidelity,
on full display.
HDMI.
4K.
Done got dirty
in front of God
and all em.
Cold crimson,
Monday Crimes,
Uncirculated dimes.
Montage rewinds,
all this time
to be put upon mine.
The Polar Shift Successor,
Evolutionary Competitors.
Unpopular portraits
of Presidential
candidate winners.
Walk our way
with that unsuspecting
Big Purse.
The truth is
that
The truth hurts.
It only takes
one adversary
to turn the ruthless room
against you.
Fool.
Oil and water do not mix
So much as you and I
cannot hold the same space
We can no longer come together without something in between us as if it was gluing us with spite
for the extra effort
We breathe with viscous flow and utter words of contempt
We do not mix
Yet they all say
we are a montage
"The pure heart is a spotless mirror in which
images of infinite beauty are reflected"
In splendorous devout space of my pristine heart,
shimmering in the sanctified radiance of indigo night,
you gleam like seraphic sequins of the moondust,
I feel fascinated as I sense your sapphire sheen.
My heart morphs into mesmeric turquoise lake,
where the rose petals flying from my garden float
with reflection of the facsimile of your florid face,
my essence engraves the beauty of heavenly intuition.
My heart swathed by silver streaks of stardust sparkle,
pulsates at its crescendo with the concerto of ecstasy,
where the beauty of your enticing ballet I see imaged,
suffused with moonshine my mind mirrors your charm.
My heart becomes the replica of memory montage,
as the receptive perception pattern of divine love
configures the enticement image in kaleidoscopic collage,
the unsoiled mirror of my heart reflects your beauty.
Caught up in a mournful and jumbled montage
It's an exhausting malicious barrage
Just shards of a sordid side show collage
Our sweet smiles are transparent camouflage
For your aching ego there's no massage
So now park it in a soundproof garage
And join your noble leader's entourage
Chant blue, red or purple, just pay homage
We will be great again in this mirage
11/6/22
Monomixrhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Hilo Poet
64 words
Syllable counter.com
Castle of Dreams
Lutes and violins
Gothic dreams, pleasures of sin
Recited poetry
In my chamber of fire
Wine distills lulled memories
She evaporates
Into my mind
In sunburst morning
Clouds drift on light wing
Focused sunrays pierce
Curtain and pane glass
Blaze a track to sun
My cold life I run.
October 31, 2017.
Contest : Tableau Prints
Sponsor : nette onclaud
Mystic melon moment
Moistening thirsty lips
Molecules of pleasure
Mooning about within
Mellow crimson milieu
Mirth in hemoglobin
Montage of the summits
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April 20, 2017
Pleiades M - Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Kim Merryman
Muse gathers good with fragrant chimes,
Urge joy to come and flood grand streams;
Sense sacred moods that swing fond rhymes,
Instruct fond psalm to echo dreams;
Cheer charms fond take in mellow ways,
Allow for time to cluster change;
Love ever makes what truth now says.
Move happy mimes where words seem strange,
Observe the fare that follows grace;
Now in swift grooves true feelings taste,
Thrill heart's software where impulse race;
Appeal funds moves in sublime haste,
Glimpse tune and song where music knows,
Etch soul craft strong with wholesome glow.
Leon Enriquez
29 November 2016
Singapore
Fragments of dusk, like a montage
The pagoda of trees
Nocturnal smiles and whispering;
Are caught up in the breeze.
Then a young star rises above
Her fingers warmly crown…
Dusk breaking nightfall, glints the air
While a city slows down.
* )
~ ] ]
Yet, fireflies rustle through the leaves
And naughty kids tiptoe
On slivers of shimmering grass,
Across the garden’s row.
Crickets trail into a backyard
Frogs moan a husky tune…
Where cats appear on rooftop walls
To serenade the moon.
Soon all these vignettes of the dark
Lay out a homey nest,
To gather strength for morn’s promise
Unfolding at her best.
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All The Little Pieces Contest
Rhyme xaxa 8/6/8/6
Sponsor: Broken Wings 9/17/2016
#1
planetary caution
shards of ice slow river’s flow -
wet dreams in winter
#2
pieces float seaward
season’s broken spirit weeps –
humpty dumpty earth
#3
glaciers slide downhill
seasonal creep advancing -
uncertain future
#4
man’s season fading
haikus yellow stains on snow -
postcards mailed to self
December 11, 2015 - Brian Johnston
#1
off-color sunsets
red sea's poisonous algae -
men impacting earth
#2
serendipity -
contrails block infrared light
man's goose not cooked yet
June 25. 2016 - Brian Johnston
Tonight, a montage is brushed with a splendor
of glazed branches : an arrangement of russet
teal and orange; dappled wisps enticing
my spirit for a pilgrim beyond my own angst.
In pure delight, tendrils of leaves are aflame
through the glory of a varnished summer.
Feathery rims unfurl in dotted patterns
adorning a cherry tree with iridescent flush
as its arms seem to layout
the stencils of hours' burdens.
Yet, miniature stars flicker on its robe
this cherry timber blowing heavenward,
perhaps content in the radiance
of its caressed blooms and harvest,
glazed by rapture of nature's lasting charm .
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Brian Strand's Whitsun Premiere Contest
Spotted ears are identified by counting. And eventually merge. Which is problematic for a walking abacus. Counting calling catering clapping. Charadmarus of a bean sprout in wellies. Or a suit. Take one pea and chase it down the m53 at noon. It is often considered to be exceedingly exciting. But blindfolds whilst baking is not a very good idea as over icing can lead to very badly made decisions. Chop chop chop then. And a resin block sings from a violin case. Chords cantering. Saturation of statutory statistic. %%% 0 to the %. Being a bathing branch. Good. Going. Pointless pinning a picture with a rusted spoon. Acronyms *** persecuted *** montage *** cosmological sepias xxxx z
Fond memories
Flashback and greet;
Swiftly, surely
Fond happy day
To sense anew;
Attend sightings
By my beech desk
Digital memories;
Slideshow compels
Pictures of times
In winding lanes;
Portraits now talk
So much of life
Zesty and swift;
Family history
Those were the days
Starting with nothing;
Patchwork of storms
An early spring,
Summer madness;
Autumn's fond fest
Here we are now
With winter chill;
Fire keeps warm
Seems ages ago
Passion and purpose;
A lovely passage known
So many snapshots
From year to year;
Unforgettable moments
By this old bench
Aromatic coffee cups;
Two old lovers stare
In the distance
Evening lights twinkle;
Darkness brings sure rest
Memories like mists
Teary wet eyes;
Emotional tryst
Darkness blankets
Moonlight ascending;
Sentimental grace
Montage music
Tells of fragments;
Highlights reveal
Leon Enriquez
05 August 2014
Singapore
Photos
from
the past
black
on white
sepia
true
images
that last
in
memory's
space
trace
days
of blue
when
life
was young
and
new
youthful
vigour
smiles
out
of me
and
you
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