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Madura

Take this pizza to Madura
                        Party down at table seven
They’re divorcing and they’re hungry
                      Years together were eleven

I’m a nice guy so I took it
Though I’ve had no formal training
Down the stairs and through the courtyard
To the patio, it’s raining

Though I know the I am dreaming
                            I was quested to deliver
Rain is heavy and it’s pouring
Patio is like a river

Pizza’s melting, I’m in trouble
                    No time for another make-up
They will surely be complaining
        From this dream, I guess I’ll wake up!

Lunar Revelation

Lunar Revelation

Like the moon
seeking fulfillment,
my thoughts hung dangling
in cosmic crescent and yin-yang
spaces of contemplation
until tell-tale gibbous moments
of awareness prefaced 
the paralleling of the full moon
reality and life’s waxing and waning;
it’s crucifixion and resurrection;
and the revealed emptiness
of its cross reflecting the fulfillment
of its quest.

In the moon-glow
of the cool stilled night,
spiritual meditation whispered
the mission purpose of inking a
cross of words of truth, praying
they would empty themselves
therefrom and be entombed
and resurrected in yours and
the children’s minds; anointing all
with the wisdom and guidance
of quested liberation.

Thus, may these anointing words be
as precious to all as was that of the oil
of Aaron, the dew of Hermon, and the dew
which descended upon the mountain of Zion.

Inspiring Thoughts

At the edge of shafts, you quested for calmness.
In a Utopia, we whimsey you survived a slash witness.
I swung the specific option to guzzle your unhappiness.
I wiped my knuckles to remove the pleasantness.
Weakness has instantly made my mouth swell across.
Such a blood clot, they plied to moan voiceless.
Supposing we're neutral with ourselves on sharpness.
Concepts might not have evolved this grotesqueness.
How can I be heedful, or may I eagerly shred my kindness?
Nothing would delight me further than to live harmless.

The Undying Light

Outside, was rested, on a chair, 
The night, my eyes where lent, 
What lies, I quested, as I stirred,
Doth lights, with shine intent, 

As I so gestured, long a glare, 
A sight, it came by, so went, 
My mind requested, from a flare, 
Ignited, flames thy smoke scent, 

An aroma, known, remembered, 
A wind reminiscent, blow past, 
A moment, shown, glowing ember, 
Cinder, evanescence, so cast, 

The distance, so it never returned, 
Lightening, suddenly it blows, out, 
Though it's existence, forever burns, 
Reciting thunder, to echo without, 

And so, life flashes, from afar, 
All we have is times gone bye, 
I look at the ashes of the stars, 
That still brighten the night sky.

Journey Journal Here

Joy wears a face
As love brings grace


Cheer knows a style
In happy smiles


Faith and hope hurl
A poignant curl


Charm fashions touch
In more and much


Love is first cause
In quested course


Beauty speaks well
Where no words tell


Live thus each day
A deep dear play


Toil in clear spree
Sparkles fine glee


Come to know truth
In tact and proof


The middle way
Fits rainbow rays


Live lavish zest
In journey quest




Leon Enriquez
07 October 2018
Singapore

Do Not Speak

Don’t Speak


Close your sweet lips
So I may whisper wine drops in your ears
Close your eyes
So that I may wisp you to magical delusions

Where the scent of love
Wraps around your essence
Your nectar enticing and perfume captivating
You need no words at all
For the love above shall embrace us all

Together, we shall dance in all kinds of weather
Me and you
Love letters bashful and vineyards that grow
With each whispered word
Let me wrap my arms around you
Love has fermented in eternal caskets
The bonds shall keep us together and free
No one can hurt us
Eden was be quested to us
Our paradise until we turn to dust

The stars in the sky
The raging fire warming loins below
Angels massaging our seductive dreams
Do not speak; hear your heart and ponderous desires
You know you are a flame on fire

Scream for me
As I shall conquer for you
The love within the heart
The love never to be
Do not speak

For teardrops have spoken
The sadness within awoken
Do not speak
Our love was to keep
Inside the bowl of teardrops
Evaporated

The Graduate

The names of success spoken slowly, enunciated with near perfection.
Begetters delighted while warriors of knowledge even prouder.

Frame the object with that pride, etched in bold colors of quested victory.
Intended to render focus where future awaits with her breath of betterment.

Render the mortar board square, keeping the gown smooth as the silk it resembles.
Shutterbugs will capture that smile of a thousand future memories.

A feastful celebration shared in public display, consuming all thoughts of ineptness.
Success is now official along with all cheers for you - the graduate.

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Written: 5/18/2016
Type: Prose Poetry
Contest: Any Poem You Ever Penned
Contest Sponsor: Broken Wings
Placement: 10th Place

Let Me Count the Ways

If before and after I had the choice
 I'd choose to love thee all over again
I'd Love with every beat,  flowed through my veins
 Tightly gripped to keep within my arms reach
I'd Love thee freely, amongst stars that gleam
 Being reflective light in hazel eyes 
To capture and seal a bottle un-found 
 Un-Quested for no map of ones treasure 
Buried in the pit of my souls fire 
 So when awakened I'd only know Love
My chest being the wonder of the world
 Let me count the ways of natural forms
Motivated un-sensed material 
 But need to be with the other half of
I'd Love thee much like weathered rooted trees
 Aged passed century's of its trunk's rings
Like a historical park protected, 
 Only naturally changing man kind
To Love among-st the seasons range

Erotica - Goya Style

Not surrounded by cherubs,
the Nude Maja
shows pubic hair...
She stares,
and makes women ill at ease,
though I cannot speak for men.

There is a faint line of hair
from crotch to navel...
I cannot say I quested this
and most men would not care,
(or would they?)
for chance to see inclusion.

The pillows are nice
and the green coverlet,
but one is drawn to piercing eyes,
and the fact she has nothing to offer
except to show off cheap-style
in Madrid's Museo. 


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9/8/2015

Contest - Controversial

Sponsor - Charlotte Jade Puddifoot

6th place win

Precious Stone

A queen’s devotion for her men
Was rewarded many times again,
They quested for precious things
with endurance like emeralds,
Prisms of green light, or rubies
Red honor guards, and malachites,
The pureness of diamonds that
Broke down the strength of light.

How you shine when you smile,
Natural pearls cannot know
Your gift, your sweet and open heart,
Worth its weight in silver and gold.

My tired, travelled hope, so low,
Is rising now, from the unknown
Healing like the tiger’s eye, passion
Spins for you, my precious stone.

The Lantern Saga

The lantern saga.   

My friend and I were gorgeous; it was a visit to my would-be in-law’s house.
My mocked decency and decorum were high,my gaiety and impressario at peak.
My love got us seat in a room prepared for our visit,a kerosine lantern lit our stay.
 ‘‘ Shall I bring the food ?’’, she quested ; ‘‘ I don’t know of my friend,as for me I
will not eat.’’, I replied shyly but sharply. ‘‘ Eat even if only small,I needn’t ask your
friend.’’ She replied. So the table was set and the eating commenced.
As we were eating air extinguished the lantern; I noticed my fiancee take the lantern
to relight,then I quickly moved closer to my friend and whispered; ‘‘when the light
went off  I was seriously rushing the food like pig’’. ‘‘You don’t have to, I prepared
all for your visit, I can still add more if you so wished’’,replied my fiancee. What a
hell ! I felt like the ground should quake and swallow me up. He returned with the
burning lantern.


Contest : Angel of The odd.
Sponsor : Craig Cornish.
Date       : 15/2/14.

Slaking the Grail

Roiling,simmering,boiling while quivering.This toiling ,this Maddening Lust;Gifted Hard;this thing in Me.Til dawns light first breaks,feel a Rage,Pure so Freely.Bended knee;drink deeply.Fill the Cup:Satiaite me.With Glistened Lips ,lick them sweetly.A ton of Ash.Burned Hot ,Completely.When looking up ,so sweetly .Naming My Sangreal;Whom I just FELT:My Soul and Self was the Quested Completion;Of a Daemons True Nature.Fulfilled in The Grail,The One Cup That Cups Me.So Comely,I LOVE THEE. James Patrick Kail Saturday October 20 2012.

The Best of Time Taking Chance

 
Jefferson Kol,
Had wanted to copulate with his wife...
Please, I'm due for prayers,
she emphasized.
After which the load in the scrotum
had negotiated his sleep

Twilight,
made a reality of new day
Again he insisted on what was left
unfulfilled.
The load set to offload
so the system could ease.

My lord,
0400am so early I woke up
Now sleep is all I dear
she sleeps.

Ideas flow afterward
and pea flows when the urethra
is loaded and anus breathing
He leaves for the comfort zone (loo)
to release the loads of waste, instead

Mark Zukenberg.... he thinks
the face book Lord
so young an enterprise
the name the world know

Jefferson Kol,
right here he quest....
To become a champion or rather
a celebrity is by taking chances
and making best use of time

So,
Fetched the name written on
every man's lips
The lavatory (loo)
the home I be-quested
the real instinct.

The Bloodstone

How would the world react,
too the verity of Al-'Alaq?

Would the unbelievers believe,
would the dissenters assent,
would combatants humble thyselves?

I've seen the bloodstone,
i've held it many times...
i've written about it...discreetly,
in a short series called,Laskrizon,
many have quested,many have questioned,
but,the one thing you cannot
........is doubt,
once you behold it's wonderful uniqueness...



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