She appeared beside me
before I could climb on
the shiny palomino—
barefoot, bright-eyed,
with a plan already forming
behind her charming grin,
so naturally I let her
canter first and then I’d take the reins.
She rode it with unstudied grace
and I was mesmerized.
We talked of stars and silver ships,
of other worlds and Laika—
the brave little dog
who never came home—
but must have found a garden—
on another planet—
with open fields and softer skies.
She rocked on, lost in orbit—
hair lifting with each gallop,
the world beyond the saddle
fading into breeze and stardust
as time trotted on unnoticed.
And when the rocking slowed to stillness,
she hopped down easy as a sigh,
thanked me with a quick bright smile,
and gaily skipped away—
off to find new wonders waiting
hid in the shimmer of the day.
I stood there, nickel spent,
half-laughing at my luck—
had I just been bamboozled
by a spacefaring femme fatale?
Perhaps.
But I’d talked with a girl
who knew the stars by name,
and I decided
that was worth the ride.
I have seen that house a hundred times,
The one upon which the old vine climbs.
So poignant and so melancholy,
That place had once been the omphali.
Now it was abandoned, dark, and drear
And seeing it made me shed a tear.
I always wondered what sort of joy,
And happiness the house did enjoy.
Was there pain and hurt and deep sorrow?
Why did it not get a tomorrow?
Maybe it just needs another chance
To give it ability to dance.
We were the center of our fam’lies’
And were living out our fantasies.
What happened to us I do not know.
It has been years since I watched you go.
Perhaps we just need another chance
To give us ability to dance.
emerald waves of memories from past
crashing ~ luscious ~ turbulent
bare my soul in writing
March 26, 2022
Form K - KIMO Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Syllables (10 -7- 6) checked by HMS.com
SECOND PLACE
Somehow I'm holding
My breath, counting times
In an aquarium
Like the golden fish,
The knife has sucking blood
Under the bottom of the hand
Life cries.
The voice of the flying bird
Dissolved in the evening sky,
A naked tree
On the falling leafs
My heart sinks.
a baseball hides in shadows on the landing
glove and bat nowhere to be seen
a football perches oddly on the top step
helmet and shoes sprawled across the handrail
cries of 'nice cut,' 'home run' and 'tough out'
have yielded to 'hit 'em harder' and 'touchdown!'
soon to migrate indoors to hockey arenas
basketball courts, though the passion's the same...
long-ago recollections of hotly contested games
fade inevitably within musty corridors of time
and the stiffening of sinews in the legs and back
which render all the more poignant such nostalgia attacks...
Grow in silence,
That I call a reliance;
In that no one will choke
And break my heart like a joke .
It picks me up from the mess;
Sh! Hear the nothingness.
An escape from the raucous world,
And the stories which are themselves curled.
Imagination thrives in it;
Where the soul feels a certain grit.
It gives a meaning to the esse,
Sh! Hear the nothingness.
Silence has a lot to say
And shows an unerring way.
It holds answers,
That are as right as lancers.
It makes the erroneous situation redress;
Sh! Hear the nothingness.
It makes a person ablaze,
For 'tis more poignant than a phrase.
Silence is often misconceived as an uncanny situation;
In truth it's a peaceful combination.
It offers calmness and makes the hassle less.
Sh! Hear the nothingness.
Some thinks that 'tis traumatic,
While some thinks that it's erratic;
But though 'tis full of hope and not a runnel,
Verily it's like a light at the end of the tunnel.
It's like an ocean that's serene and pulls me from distress;
Sh! Hear the nothingness.
-Namish
SILHOUETTE (5/23) — POIGNANT
Pandemic atmosphere
New normal here;
Business as unusual
~~~~~
Poise feeds
What I need
As soul seeds
Fine bold quest
With pure zest
Love tints
Deep fond hints
As peace mints
What truth starts
In kind heart
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
08 January 2021
Singapore
Poignant pause pairs with enigmatic space
Wherein love throbs as omnipresent grace
Centre everywhere, circumference where?
Ego rested awareness, self-aware
Agendaless joy, exiting rat race
Love alone is real, so cut to the chase
Desires and fears, our purity deface
Silence and stillness, inducing prayer
Poignant pause pairs
Merging by melting, at an easy pace
Love and light, radiating from our face
Blissful vaporised self, alone may dare
To plunge into the void, while others stare
When no dark spots remain, left to erase
Poignant pause pairs
25-December-2020
Pointedly poignant points portend pointillism.
Pontiffs pontificate pointless pointers ponderously.
Pompous poems populate Pompei pottery potently.
Porous *********** portrays Portuguese porta potties.
Poppies pop Popeye’s popular popcorn.
Populist populism pots ponies properly.
Blithering blather blots bloody bleeping blips.
Bloomberg blogs bleach bleating bloated blinks.
Bluebloods bloom black blackberry bloopers.
Bluetooth blizzards blame blurry blackboards.
Blithe blighted bladders blatantly block blades.
Blazing blasts bleed blooming blenders.
Fumbling fumes funerals fast.
Feuding fluid furniture flutters flaps.
Fighting flatulent flamingos flounder.
Floating flotillas flee flying flops.
Families foment future futile forms.
Freaky frozen French fries frighten frogs.
Neither with brutality nor ferocity
But with calm resolute tranquility
Awareness & attention in tandem
Move in the linear time continuum
Whilst mind-body is the trumpeter
Joyful loving heart is the puppeteer
This being what is meant
Rise equalling the descent
Centre everywhere
Circumference nowhere
Within the void of every pulse
Re-cognition is instantaneous
29-July-2020
A chorus of boxes hums tonelessly on high rafters
where unwieldy boxed and stocked memory realms
squirm under drowsy dust just beyond my sight’s reach.
On my journey, family, romantic loves, places
and friends have deeply dipped me twisted
then spun in bleary pieced feeling conditions
that time tossed dark-shelved from my vision.
But around does come moments of poignant grabs
that hoist me thru the dust to see a memory touch
and as I sit or lie with it, it seeps my depths inside of it.
Feel how joy heals
With touch that thrills
Mind words that peak
As feel now speaks
Heart tells the mind
To be most kind
Mind learns to know
As heart seeds glow
Bright spark lights dark
To sense the mark
Be in being
Good grace loving
Seek thus the proof
As love funds proof
Dare to live bold
Through hot and cold
End where you start
With a big heart
Leon Enriquez
10 September 2019
Singapore
Prompt peace primes poise if you but see,
Opt joy that grows a lavish stream;
Ink precious chimes where love sets free,
Glimpse ample flow in spacious dream;
Note charm that tells of fragrant feel,
Ask to know truth in lovely fest;
Now frame the spell of precious will,
Touch that sure proof that anchors quest.
Prize in crisp thrill the path of hope,
Love lives to cite an endless grace;
Etch what you will in craft you scope,
Niche in clear writes such poignant space;
Taste thus the fill of ample ease,
Yes to each thrill that channels peace.
Leon Enriquez
19 April 2019
Singapore
P-oignant
E-xpression
R-elieves
L-oneliness
A-fter
B-eing
U-sed
S-o
O-ften
Topic: Birthday of Perla B. Buso (December 23)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Do you my dear
Recall those days
Of plain good cheer
In love's sweet play?
Do you see now
That old pathway
Of why and how
We lived each day?
Do you know well
Our quest to live
A touch that spells
The way we give?
Do you feel sad
For days gone by
That now seems mad
In odd old highs?
Do you wish then
For ideas fond
As that time when
Our thoughts did spawn?
Do you now think
How chance and change
Brought verge and brink
To present range?
Do you see me
As I see you
Just as lovely
In what we do?
Do you feel good
In present tense
As time seeds mood
That etch odd sense?
Leon Enriquez
23 November 2018
Singapore
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