ORPHISTA
murals
in
a fullness
of reality
with
simultaneous
contrasts
oracolour
in lured
esoteric
emotions
of expressed
preoccupations
Categories:
preoccupations, art,
Form: Didactic
Today September 10, 2046 was
Matthias and Shadir's day. Dolly
Came to wake Molly from an empty
Plate dream. "Wake Molly girl! On
Your feet honey I know you're hungry."
Molly laid in bed stretching, "Okay
I'm up! Ugh! What time is it." Molly
Shielded her eyes from the sun shining
Through the vast panoramic window.
"11o'clock come on I cooked. Hit
The shower stank rose." Dolly pulled
Her from the bed and pushed her
To the shower. Molly jerked away.
"Alright!! That's...I'm okay. Good job."
Go check everybody else. Let me
Be." Then she started the shower as
Dolly left. Delilah began inventory
When Mallory was done with her
Shower and full final morning preparation.
Molly came to Dolly, "So What's in
The pipes for today." Dolly reported
"First I'm doing Inventory, securing our
food supply."
Categories:
preoccupations, allusion, confidence, june,
Form: Alliteration
"All of us are on a journey and the answers are unspoken"
Quote by _Constance La France
All will be well in near future
If I keep coming close to you darly
Because I understand your importance
In this journey of life.
I keep trying my best to break a big way
As you can see this small
Progress through my capacity
As a man of good visions.
I will seem hypocrite
If I don't recognise
Your importance
To me publicly
And keep praising you secretly.
You can be the only
Reason to live in this small city
May be I could be visiting big world cities.
Keep sharing advices
Answer my preoccupations sometimes
But living with you under the same roof,
It is my best prayer to God.
May 15/2023
Written for poetry contest sponsored by
Constance la France
Categories:
preoccupations, confidence, courage, destiny, encouraging,
Form: Free verse
THE STARTING POINT
the trail
merely a device
the counterpart
featured
the obvious
in the human heart
entirely physical
hiding from reason
yet adhering simultaneously
yet
deservedly forgotten
condescending
but
corresponding
to a love interest
with opportunities
so prominent
the truth
dallying
in atmospheric
preoccupations
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Categories:
preoccupations, poetry,
Form: Other
preoccupations
with paradise
sans
illusions
yet in retreat
beyond
the artwork
this spur to create
an inner
necessity
the starting point
devoid
of content
yet the soul
is
visible
the unspoilt
revealed
beginnings
become
the
end
Categories:
preoccupations, art, tribute,
Form: Ekphrasis
Now I lay me down to sleep
with the satisfaction
that I've dotted all the Is,
crossed off all the Ts;
and I've checked all the boxes
on the accomplishments
of the day. So I bury my head
on the pillow with gratitude,
anticipating the dawn of a new day.
Today is done. I'm free now;
untethered from woven tapestries
of what-might-have-beens.
I have piece of mind.
I've resigned from gnawing
preoccupations of unmet
prospects and unseized moments.
Those I'll hold in abeyance.
I lay me down to sleep tonight
with a prayer that tomorrow
will be a better day, a brighter day.
Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Craig Cornish
Date written: 01/25/2021
Categories:
preoccupations, hope, night, peace, sleep,
Form: Free verse
come to the beginning
a vague riddle
an open obfuscation
with
little context
the who what when how
primitive themes
of the unconscious
preoccupations
with the misshapen
changed
no longer lucid
vaporous
designed to
surprise provoke
floating glimpses
bizarre twisted
tentacles
unsettling juxtaposed
in
miniature
doodles&
swirls
Categories:
preoccupations, art, surreal,
Form: Verse
Weary at the end of a long, punishing day.
It's heaven when I close my eyes to sleep;
tightly-held preoccupations and woes drift away
as I slowly sink into a calm, bottomless deep.
Such a liberating escape, finally counting sheep.
Off to dreamland, I go, and Morpheus leads the way.
I wish you'd come with me, and off we'll creep
to a peaceful heath in my dream where butterflies play
Oh-No A Twisted Char-Lay Poetry Contest (Winner: 1st Place)
Sponsored by charles messina
Date written: 01/26/2020
Categories:
preoccupations, day, dream, imagery, night,
Form: Lay
Born January eighth, nineteen thirteen
No champagne, no birthday cake
No celebration or even a banner
Only memories of a party
That might have been
January eighth, two thousand thirteen
Taken too soon
You would have reached a hundred
What your eyes have seen
All the progress you witnessed
For better or for worse
A century ago
Impossible for us
To even imagine
How times were different then
With so few fancy cars
Different priorities
And preoccupations
A different era
A different world
Happy hundredth to you
Cheers. Love you. Rest in peace
We’ve tried to move on without you
For better or for worse
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~ALWAYS WITH ME~ 2020
AP: 3rd place 2020
Submitted on February 4, 2018
Categories:
preoccupations, birthday, grandmother, love, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse
THE TWO CHILDREN
The two children,
Of empyreal and mundane Inclinations.
Addicted to their preoccupations.
One hating iniquity.
The other, chastity.
The mundane child,
Eternity he has forgotten.
The empyreal child, in
Posterity always awaken.
One steadfast in spirituality
The other diligent in canality.
O thee mundane child,
What will thee tell posterity?
That thee squandered thy life in
Frivolity?
Ah! it is abysmal.
You empyreal child,
You must not forget,
Posterity also await your
Fecundity.
I beseech thee,
Entangle not thyself,
With the mundane's child
Barbarity.
Categories:
preoccupations, beautiful, books, creation, dream,
Form: I do not know?
Dead leaves
Brown lifeless carpet;
Windy conclusions
~~~~~~~~~
Sun beams streak
Dawn happens fast;
Birth of new day
~~~~~~~~~
Little boy here
Little girl there;
Playtime sand pitch
~~~~~~~~~
Candlelit cupcake
Feisty fiery wish;
Soul in free spirit
~~~~~~~~~
Waiting here
High rise lift crowd;
Together alone
~~~~~~~~~
Evening interlude
Stray insect cacophony;
Night shift postures
~~~~~~~~~
TV sitcom
Drama on demand;
Pricey menu
~~~~~~~~~
Stray aromas
Perfume floating sweet;
Familiar presence
~~~~~~~~~
Sleepy hours
Dreamy preoccupations;
Drowsy forgetfulness
~~~~~~~~~
My monkey mind
Fickle flip flops;
Splashing unclear
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
12 May 2016
Singapore
Categories:
preoccupations, change,
Form: Haiku
I saw you with some other friends
At Methodist park merrily masquerading
As someone incognito on a clear day
Full of Sun.
How could you not notice me?
You see I'm the one
Filled with razzmatazz,
Dazzling pizzazz and potency.
Looking as chic and regal
As royalty. Together we make
The eyes of onlookers bleed.
Yes. You've got it too.
For we are malignant.
But how could you not
Notice me. I'm hardly of
Your imagination on
Vacation. Various
Visible preoccupations
Probably is possible.
I guess it would be best to
Forget you.
You beautiful poisonous
PEACH. I will not
Continue to LOLLIGAG
WITH LOYALTY. I must
Remain legitimate .
Now, I feel as though I am
Nothing not even a withered
Weed.
While everyone else is filled
With glee.
At this time I wither and
Grieve for our love which
Never was.
Good bye my love blessed
My BELOVED.
Categories:
preoccupations, allusion, angst, beautiful, break
Form: Alliteration
Homes so recently abandoned
for Sunday swims and picnics
have become indoor respites
from the restless chill of change.
Secure, still days have vanished,
with hazy meadows humming.
Fireflies have met their end,
replaced with jack-o'-lanterns.
Now forewarning breezes,
stealthy, crisp, and vibrant,
pierce preoccupations,
uncovering reckless impulses.
Now uncanny images,
voices of chance and charm,
bide their ghostly time
to tease mortals hitherto content.
Darts and dashes of circumstance,
figures of flitting moments,
are creatures mysteriously born,
skipping towards certain death.
So what, if the end is approaching;
the witches' brew is bubbling--
the whispers of all moans and laughs,
the collage of dreams and desires.
Now is the ecstasy of flinging
one's fate to the unrefined choir--
the discordant sounds and initiatives
of many spirits and springs.
Grinning gourds and goblins
bless the annual surprise--
this primal burst of forces
that refuse once more to be quenched.
Categories:
preoccupations, autumn, halloween, magic,
Form: Blank verse
The light once so bright
In the humble dandelion,
The power that amazed us
In the migrating birds,
The patterns so intriguing
In frost on the window
Are not lost forever, merely
Held in reserve,
Awaiting sweet release
From the numbing effect
Of fixed preoccupations,
From the stealthy separation
Of projected self-propulsion.
Categories:
preoccupations, appreciation, beauty, innocence, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
Prismatic dewy blanket
Velvet green grass;
Random footprint patterns
Grocery list
Things to stock up;
Empty pantry
Invitation cards
Huge mailing list;
Big banquet crowd
Pockets of plenty
Diamonds in the midst;
Sparkling surprises
Car in fine state
Good as brand new;
Seven years already
Moon glow tonight
Ascendant prospects;
Dreams do come true
Look beyond crowded space
Sea of human faces;
Rush hour transit train
Grass verge flowing
Lying on the grass;
See heavenly terraces
Love comes to call
Noisy preoccupations;
No one notices
Evening comes around
Plumeria fragrance in the wind;
Observe the charming weather
Listen clearly
Stray songbird serenades;
Echoes of loneliness
So much to do
Time is not enough
To accomplish all tasks
Thoughts in a soup
Words start to swirl;
Sense patterns emerge
Leon Enriquez
17 July 2014
Singapore
Categories:
preoccupations, analogy,
Form: Haiku
Related Poems