Range In Poems | Examples

Follow Me

If you believe there is nothing new to see
and this world holds no more surprises for you.
Then, my friend, strap yourself in and follow me
as we track pandas through forests of bamboo
and check out blue whales, the giants of the sea.
Earth's lakes range in colors from pink to sky blue;
and the Grand Canyon's awesome, I guarantee.
From its snow-capped mountains to its vast oceans,
Earth is a planet that evokes emotions.

Echoes of Thunder

On this late June morning,
As distant thunder shakes the window panes
And the grey sky rolls quietly by,
I find myself stuck in a pool of time,
Swirling quietly round in a brief respite
From the ongoing rush and rapids of life

The mistakes in my years are remote yet visible,
Like a mountain range in a rearview mirror.
They recede, but they do not dimish.

The future is still misty and veiled.
I don't know where the road is going,
Though I know where I want it to go.

How many times must I play "Harvest Moon" and "A Thousand Years"
Before you catch on?

Outside, the rain has started.

A Lidl Bit Odd - a True Story

A visit to Lidl, can seem like a riddle
But I like to browse through the aisles in the middle
Where you may find farmyards and little toy zoos
Right next to pair of size 5 ladies shoes

The range in the middle seems muddled and weird
The padlocks sit next to a small plastic beard
But I’ve just discovered the madness had spread
The grocery aisles have messed with my head 

If you have gone there to chat up female singles
You will not impress with their own branded Pringles
Their fresh eggs are packaged like nothing I’ve seen
Who buys their eggs in a pack of fifteen

It does make some sense to have band-aids for bunions 
But what is the purpose of onion-less onions

Watercolour

wondrous varied colours~
works of art painted in
water-based dazzling hues;
whether abstract, still life,
warli * and children's art
whirling, zigzag or straight-
warming art-loving hearts.


10 May 2021

For " Pleiades-W Poetry Contest"
Sponsored by Kim Merryman
2nd place

Reference: Warli painting is a form of tribal art mostly created by the tribal people from the North Sahyadri Range in Maharashtra, India.

All Yours (June 11) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
1st Place

Shine Like New

White capped mountains, clear blue sky
Snow covered lake and room to fly
Freedom flows in open bright scenes
This is what crystal beauty means
When the scenery is so clear
And all that is far, seems so near
The mountain range in winter’s view,
Makes everything shine like new

Heidi Sands

3/9/21

Autumn Voices

Frame of mind tells as autumn rolls,
Etch a new sketch as days grow short;
Each chill now dwells in a cold toll,
Last surge flings batch as fall hurls taut.


Aim to fit quest as sun beams droop,
Use knows a path where touch can know;
Time works due fest as cold air scoops,
Urge heart to stuff an inner glow;


Meet moments meek where faith sculpts hope,
Note the cold winds that usher change.
Voices now seek a sleep that scopes,
Odd yet unseen the passage strange;


Incline dear heart the vital tact,
Charm knows the way in hidden poise;
Embrace the art that harbours act,
Sense sleepy days in restive choice;


Face the odd range in rustic bloom,
Arrest warm heat and seed new dreams;
Death feels so strange in wintry gloom,
Enter due wit ere new life streams.




Leon Enriquez
05 May 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT

Autumn Echoes

Meet odd and strange such mellow moods,
Yes to the good that comes to shore.
Ask to know range in abrupt brood,
Urge poignant food in thought galore;
Truth knows the way where beauty waits,
Use your time well as love finds you;
Meet thus each day the feisty gait,
Now watch vibes dwell upon fond cues.
Empty your mind of foibles harsh,
Cheer enters here to frame healing;
Hurt and pain grind in murky marsh,
Opt grace that steers wise touch willing;
Etch a fine sketch of gentle squeeze,
See true love match the surge of breeze.




Leon Enriquez
03 May 2018
Singapore

Due Season

https://m.soundcloud.com/user-921599710/due-season

Vertebrates with feathers and tails
Reptiles with their shiny scales
Birds of which that range in size
Returning cycles that comprise

Solid seal, protective shell
Danger near, seek to repel
Contained therein with varied roles
Porous eggs of tiny holes

Nest of twigs, eggs to hide
Incubate the birds inside
Predators across the land
Hiding place beneath the sand

Born to hunt, equipped with age
Acquired mate, there to engage
Age’s grand of which to reach
Return journey to their beach

Storks upon the solid sticks
Within the nest of feeding chicks
Frozen wasteland of no nest
Penguin pouches, eggs to rest

Giant fans attract a mate
Tail feathers, peacocks shake
Birds of tropics, colours bright
Such a ray of sheer delight

Written by Geraldine Taylor ©

Change

You see me now with poise of voice,
You know just how to seize deep choice.


Start where you end with soul set free,
Start as you tend to a fond spree.


Change floods new range in time and space,
Change can feel strange as odd lines trace.


Play primes wise show with plain truth clear,
Play knows deep flow as ease prompts cheer.


Prize that sweet spice where zest syncs quest,
Prize all things nice as faith flings fest.


Look up and see the way you give,
Look up and be the play you live.


End as you start with love that moves,
End with clear art that feels fine grooves.


I see you here with a warm heart,
I sense fine cheer thrill a deep art.




Leon Enriquez
26 April 2017
Singapore

Waving Cat

You see them perched in windows
Of so many types of stores
But really, they don’t blend at all
In anyone’s decors.

They range in size from tiny
To those taking lots of space,
All with the same expression – blank!
Imprinted on each face.

One waving paw moves up and down
Ad nauseam, to me,
I guess to greet the passersby
In perpetuity.

It blows my mind how such a fad
Gains traction and persists.
My hat goes off to every shop
With keeper who resists.

Story-Telling With the Moon

Along rails of ambivalent dreams,
Bittersweet yet luscious flashbacks
Take me back to my friend, the tactile moon – a 
 Quiescent basin of grace and alchemy:  we would utter
And laugh about legends quite arcane from books
Chipped from eve’s daily flamboyant story – telling rites…
As willows stoop like night’s immolation for more
Replays of drama, our guiding star acts as an intercessor
For excuses to prolong near dusk's trail in our former home--
This quintessence of a young spirit’s hunger to journey
Far across moon-friend’s range in an endless, mythical glide!



11.15.16
Ten word challenge -2 for John Hamilton

Praise Lord

Praise Lord

Let your mind frizz not, in the evil flash of thoughts. 
Embrace within.
 Light of night, his key is king.
 Lock road with joy. 
Neither nor eyes blind switch. 
Seek name let all be welcomed. 
Proverb is a doing word.
 Action takes time.
 Nothing is through catch.
 Beat is rhythm. 
Voice comes with spoken word. 
Exhale fresh breath.
 Speak in tongue. 
Brain is in charge. 

Fear range in a mortal flash.
 Stress wrestling physical being.
 String rings in mind. 
Light up never end. 
Let glory sing in your sight.
 Beauty spread in map. 
Call name for location be trapped. 
Preach gospel of Luke and John. 
One day he will come.
 Be prepared!

Ten yes down the time. 
Five John see and five in right.
Idiots live without light.
 Bright pass the line.
 Stay shaped like assegai. 
Phrase the name Pluto.
 Light failed her.
 Names exist in life. Death is unknown side. 
Pin aim, hand touch the breast, sight is bright. 
Praise God! Stay right!

Beauty Lost To a Theorem

I once knew a poet named Sathya
      who penned the beauty of Himalaya
             this write was his first poem
             it read just like Theorem,
      this jest sent his ears red like papaya.


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PS: When I was asked to pen a poem on Himalaya(snow mountain range in the South Asia,), being Math oriented I presented a writing which had full of facts ( Temperature, height, length, weight, moisture and this sounded like a Mathematical Theorem). My teacher, in her note was curious to know the beauty I saw in the all facts I presented . My ears turned red and did not know how to react.


            27-Feb-2016
Sensitive community *a pd contest* - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: SKAT A

Rainbow

Here comes the rain as sun shines bright,
Streak rainbow plain in radiant light.


Feel thought now hurl a profound think,
Yet sense somehow a causal link.


Indulge your heart as mind plays games,
Begin and start what ego names.


Sure heart knows soul beyond mere thought,
A certain whole conscripts all plots.


Joy wears a face that succeeds cheer,
Wit follows grace when love comes near.


Seek then delight beyond mere fill,
Focus your sight on pure goodwill.


Peace centres here when love firms proof,
Abide my dear in that sure truth.


Go deeper still and forfeit thought,
Surrender will to find your lot.


Strange is the change that drives each soul,
Poise floods clear range in that sure whole.


All else must fade in time and space,
Let splendour trade that awesome grace.


Purpose plays pun in feisty jest,
Enjoy life's run in journey quest.


Death is the gate where love awaits,
Embrace your fate and don't be late!




Leon Enrique
26 July 2015
Singapore

Durian

Fresh pungent smells in durian bask,
Rich creamy taste of bitter-sweet;
Aroma tells of thorny husk,
Gather in haste such dessert treats;
Rich flavours range in unique tense,
Ask for the best type to fit need;
Note pleasures strange to appease sense,
Trust durian fest with vivid feed.
Deep feasts delight on heavy spend,
Urge knows fine eats in fragrant scent;
Rich fancy sights such lovely trends,
Indulge fine bits with fond intent;
Align clear wants with variety,
Now desire fronts the durian spree!




Leon Enriquez
06 July 2015
Singapore

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