Patty’s perfect pot of piquant chili hit my pallet hard
It is hot, tasty, sharp, tangy, made with grandma’s lard.
What a strong zesty kick, this chili has, my stomach laughed.
My own chili is less provocative, less biting, by maybe half.
There is a secret ingredient, my aunts told me but she will never tell.
We went through Patty’s recipe book after she went to heaven to dwell.
She had one entry in the chili that said “secret ingredient –one spoon.”
We have been seeking this ingredient since Armstrong landed on the moon.
Adding spices of sage, cinnamon, thyme, rosemary, and other things.
Patty’s recipe has remained as safe as the treasure chest of kings.
Maybe before we die we will figure it out my mother suggested.
She is gone now, and Patty’s champion chili has not been contested.
Categories:
piquant, 10th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Arrays of colors
Our backyard bring: green, purple
Red, yellow and there's more.
Categories:
piquant, color, engagement, garden, perspective,
Form: Senryu
born perfect, with an open fontanel
presence is in communion with the universe
then the devil in disguise, tells us that we are wise
so we begin mind games, penning heart’s verse
but that fickle heart is itself now in stupor
it takes us quite a while to realise
Categories:
piquant, introspection, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
we feel limited
yet rebel not
having adapted
to captivity
and so in our prison
we conjure scripts
hypnotising ourselves
into believing they’re real
and then live out our life
in a bubble of delusion
imaginary Gods
make belief devils
all created by us
become the Frankensteins
that now control us
and so in midst of abundance
we yet choose to trauma bond
with ghosts we’re accustomed to
should we laugh
or cry
at our piquant dilemma
04-April-2023
Categories:
piquant, introspection, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
I behold the aurora from the open cerulean,
Descending down to the narthex of the east.
The first glimpse awakens the phoenix o'er the yon Caribbean,
And awakens my beloved's soul who still sleeps sun-kiss'd.
Filtered into the boudoir of my dear damsel,
The scarlet rays osculate her pinkish cheeks.
And her slumberous hairs with their swaying tails,
Waltz to the zephyr from the northern peaks.
The cupid's essence with a crimson glimpse,
Perches o'er her yawning eyes and blushing face,
And makes her warm in her auroral dreams,
With its divine fragrance of amorous grace.
How tacitly the piquant sun with its alluring arms,
Filches her sleep and kisses her lips too warm!
And plays too sly with bewitching charms,
To allure my girl into the morning's swarm.
Her skin bedaubed with the hazel tint of love,
And her voice now sweeter as Beethoven's strings.
Thus all my gratitude to the blest star above,
Must be offered on behalf of the mortal beings.
Thy chiaroscuro amid the swathes of bare skies,
Gleams as an epiphany o'er varied lands of men,
And bless each soul with thy ambrosial eyes,
Till the apogee of life into a little grain.
Categories:
piquant, emotions, imagery, love, memory,
Form: Rhyme
Pay your dues now,
Invite fond blooms;
Quest can endow,
Urge inspires boom.
Answer the call,
Note that clear poise,
Trust beyond gall.
Treat with pure voice,
Rise to firm good,
Indulge your norms ;
Fling happy moods,
Laughter shows form.
Expect and see:
Soul floods plenty.
Leon Enriquez
04 February 2015
Singapore
Categories:
piquant, change,
Form: Sonnet