Dangling in the dungeon,
Rigid as a rod;
Hovering above are pigeons,
To feast before I rot.
A wail rises from the dead —
Yet from the dead, I wake,
To walk once more among the living,
And ponder what the graves forsake.
The controversy is ended,
The chase for praise is done;
For excellence, though defended,
Is but a shadow of the sun.
Oh, a punctured life —
Drained of all its light,
Defeated in the fight,
Swinging between day and night.
What vanity is this —
To perish in proud deceit?
For excellence is vanity,
And dust shall be my seat.
Ate burnt boureka Topeka screamed Eureka
Don't Puncture Me...
Don't Goli Bullet Me..
Don't Needle sui Me..
Don't Puncture Me....
SILHOUETTE (11/23) — PUNCTURE
One virus strain
So much variety;
Painful sketches linger
~~~~~
Here I look
Upon life’s book
To sense fine hooks
Love wears a calm
That spreads fond balm
Here I merge
With fragrant surge
Of pleasant urge
Dream within dream
In earthly stream
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
08 January 2021
Singapore
Spark of fine trade
Now ready made
Monday brings fare
Of housing cares
One for one deal
To fashion will
A brand new house
As fate funds browse
Sign and be well
For time now tells
The moment here
Offers new cheer
Come to know truth
In visual proof
Detour and see
How joy sets free
A new era
Frames agenda
Keys to the fest
Of happy zest
Let peace abide
To bless and guide
Here at the gate
Ask for kind fate
A puncture can
Bring blessing grand
See beyond pain
To actual gain
Love works the best
To fund new fest
Embrace and seize
That mindful ease
Leon Enriquez
17 October 2016
Singapore
The needles are numbered
The heart beats few
The mind emptying
The tale of raven's hell
Rapping at the door
The flesh singed to ashes
Fire in the air
The brittle fragments
Jagged to the bone
The weeping iris
One last breath
As the needle passes through
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