All the pure thinkers
are slave to the Poet
Their theories self-serving
whose quotients divide
With ‘facts’ that convict them
to prisons constructed
From every transcendence
— their numbers can’t hide
(Saint David’s Pennsylvania: May, 2025)
| From lack of reason, to quotients of densest space
| Through the iris of an eye, voids are commonplace
| Stubborn pervasive doubt, projects across the face
| Reassured again when mindsets find a bright place
| Still if one can’t see god, photons will bring a trace
| Filtered through life’s prism, heaven refracts apace
As poet who was visiting some places
To cook a piece of poetry,
suddenly you met some psychologists
who were worshipping some animal statues.
You continued with your tour,
you came across some very educated people
at a graveyard who were speaking to the dead folks.
You are told to mention about their
( IQ) intelligence quotients.
Will you afraid to speak the truth
because you will be called arrogant
by some very educated people?
As the dead people and statues
don't hear or speak,
will you tell them to go to some hospitals
for checking up their brains?
Do you think they will feel guilty
and change their minds and thoughts
Or they will hunt to stone your head?
Some other things are above humans
understandings
It sounds prophetic
But it is poetic.
July 10th 2023
Talk about the darkness inside
Talk to the people, they won't hide
Masquerading as a mannequin
That won't make you a man again
Mental health
Is like central wealth
Don't take it for granted
Lest the seeds for sorrow be planted
Find someone to talk to
About what you go through
Some days you'll be fine
Other days you'll be resigned
The mind is a dubious design
Full of false quotients and signs
Look in my eyes
Don't believe the mind's lies
People still care
How you fare
Leave no doubt about it
Just talk about it
Sixpence and foursquare seventy-seven minus fifty-two
Come and give me a cuddle, it truly is only us two.
What are you staring at? Is that a cobbler’s shoe?
Just the word mathematics makes me want to boo-hoo.
Donuts in the belfry, quotients in the glue.
Wiggle Waggle Wiggle bottom. I am scared now too.
Jumping over a moon, with your magic eyes of blue.
Multiplication meanness is coming rapidly through.
Mathematics is the word of the day. What can we do?
I am terrified of numbers, just between me and you.
Letters make more sense. I have mastered some of them two.
Geometry and statistics? I hope this poem is finally through.
The morning sun shines brightly on wet paint,
Watch how the light glows radiant on the verge;
Squirrels zigzag fine with curious restraint,
Wonder fills my sight as quotients emerge.
A certain poise moves the touch of joy here,
Fragrant flowers bloom like mystic magic;
Bird song patterns groove to lift happy spheres,
Views from my warm room reap joy magnetic.
Thoughts mingle new fate with the clear sizzle,
Stray moments can thrill as dazzling light shows;
No portal or gate to curb flash drizzle,
The cool breezy feel syncs an inner glow.
By walkways of gold ancient echoes speak,
Stillness now unfolds a bold dash that peaks.
Leon Enriquez
09 April 2017
Singapore
If you are not what you want to be, in your minds eye you must see
The things you'll do and they wont be free
Take one challenge at a time, one goal, one reached-just don’t rewind.
Problems you've solved, quotients retrieved-don’t throw away
for more relief
You may stumble, you may find
But giving up only weakens the mind
Keep your mind on what you want to be
Don’t let the present moment stop you from
being free.
Moments are always twosome aisle
A pearl of tear and a curl of smile
He rode on the former
She tapped the latter
The two became a river for a while
And set out many a wonderful mile
Moments are mostly very fragile
Testifies the ancient Blue Nile
Warmth at the pillow
Breaks up in a billow
What remains is reduced to guile
Books sans stories in growing pile
Moments are vibrant mostly awhile
When we stay not filled with bile
There in a dancing spree
Under the white oak tree
Surrounded by streams you and I
Writing moon in a pitch-dark sky
You are beautiful in the duality moments
Thorns and flowers in various quotients
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