Rumbles roar
Waterfall's bellows pitch
Misty spray sprinkles rocks quinces thirst
Soft moist moss
Springs forth upon hard rock
Constant moisture encourages growth
Yell water
Rush, reverberate
Crash, clamor upon solid firm stone
Fresh clean air
Scented with spring flowers
Crisp lavender spices' bouquet untouched
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Contest:Forms Of Crystalline
Theme: Waterfalls
Written by: Sara Kendrick
Today, October 31, 2014
Sleepy mid-afternoon
Even the cat takes naps;
Brown dog with dreams unknown
Hot favourite soft buns
Crowded lunch queue waiting;
Each bagging takeaway
Curry mixed rice vendor
Extra helping of meat;
Hungry customers queue
Assorted cakes await
Gourmet cake shop delights;
Tarts, quinces, and pastries
Curry puff specialty
Old uncle bakes finesse;
Ample stocks sold out
Fruits galore by wayside
Stall with long history;
Third-generation here
Busy supermart chain
Queue after queue winding;
Cash registers attend
Local dessert menu
All sorts of sweet foods tempt;
Try the peach tidal wave!
Yam paste ginko dessert
Delicious mouthful swirled;
A heavenly delight
Turkey sandwich meal pack
Ready-to-go cookies;
American Subway
Fast food restaurants here
Make many meals easy;
We tend to eat too much
Family treat right here
At the shopping arcade;
Easy delicacies found
So much food to pleasure
The discerning palate;
See so many obese
So many eateries
Spoilt for choice picky we:
Follow fickle fancies
Gastronomic ecstasy
So much to pick and choose;
Discerning taste buds judge
Leon Enriquez
25 July 2014
Singapore
I called to the four winds in my desperate hours.
Her songs came to me through the evening breeze,
it was songs sweet and hopeful.
I knew in the depths of my soul, love...
would climb the mountains standing afore us.
For we, humans, know the bitter taste of pain
and the sweet drink of hope.
We are... of the flesh and the spirit.
It is within us to soar with eagles,
and run among the creatures of the forest.
We are free, we are love, we are one.
We are the flowing river that quinces thirst.
Now, in even the coldest of nights,
a soft warmth blankets our hearts.
For it is with our very hearts that this world turns,
and the sun shines, and the moon glows.
It is our tale of a life lived well and complete.
For it is a tale of we.
Lily, jasmine and roses
Tulips, carnations and daffodils
He adores and chooses
Cosmos, zinnia and daisies
His hands paintbrush of nature
His eyes tasters of beauty
He turns seeds in flower
His caring hands have power
Flowers are his babies
He nurtures and nurses
Liatris, orchids and quinces
Just like Prince and Princes
Springs come to treat him
The clouds stay to greet him
The breeze blows to meet him
None other to compete him
Sight of a withering larkspur
Anguish cuts him deeper
Seeing a lisianthus blowing
A profound delight bestowing
He places the Divine paintings
In splendid frame of garden
To meet the earth’s yearnings
His prolific hands are chosen
A Celestial color sprayer
The job he does is a prayer
Quatrains
Haiku Calendar
(January to December in the Southern part of the U.S.A.)
snow and more snow falls
cold wind and more cold wind blows
all branches are bare
starving and weak birds
a chill grips before sunrise
fall from bare branches
warm afternoon wind
thin morning ice melts on pond
a song bird is heard
poppies hide in grass
drink from early morning showers
bees drink from open buds
warm ruffles new weeds
clover covers budding ground
crickets find their song
hawk hunts small rabbit
green hedges give good cover
blood drips on clover
sun waves off dark soil
flowers grow only in shade
bees hive drips sweet wax
in shade cow chews cud
waits for dark to find water
sleeps on top of mound
east winds pull cool rain
quinces bright hill flowers thirst
streams roar then fall quite
squirrel hides acorn
digs hole at foot of oak tree
barks at gray wet sky
leaf fall from elm tree
vacant bird nest are exposed
geese sound over head
deer move over trail
fawns loose baby spots and jump
graze on holly leafs
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