Birthdays.
What a dubious way to celebrate the imminent proximity of an epilogue.
A concept I have found myself familiar with, as I wait for its darkness to breathe my flesh into an eternity of condemn.
It’s so monotonously profound, rousing my revulsion into a cavern of numbing ecstasy.
The hallucination of confetti blinds me in a disdain of joyous vibrancy I beseech for a defrauding.
A joyous vibrancy I elude in a hope of inevitable invasion.
A joyous vibrancy I hunt until the trail of its scorn boils with the distraught of my blood.
The mascara pours down my face; a river of infamy, coercing the heft of my obscenity.
The lipstick smears down my chin; a sadistic endeavour to ravage the dereliction of my leeches.
The highlighter gleams; a grotesque jubilation of a fibbing mockery.
And the fundamental rigour of my perished rot derides in a soul prompting conjecture;
I hope this is my last birthday.
PRECISE PERSPECTIVES
off
reflected
hues
reclining
stretching
topography
in
painstakingly
perfect
proportions
frictionless
compositions
directly
confront
distant
discomfort
in
muted
sophisticated
eccentricity
with
unsettling
rigour
in
captured
layered
perceptions
Perhaps in wanting to understand
We must abandon wonder
Whether willingly for the sake of rigour and strength
Or unwillingly surrendering to the unexplained
In those bylanes in order to explain
We study, observe dissect
Practise reductionism to the last atom
After that when the head rises up again
Devoid of wonder, innocent lost
It sees natural vastness
Sigh, explains it as infinity
Perhaps an expression of its own exhaustion
Having played with the tiniest
It has lost the power to comprehend
The abundance of which is only a part
Twist on Grimms’ Fairy Tale ‘Cat and Mouse in Partenership’
Clever cat in guise of a friend
seduced a timid mouse ,
inviting her to live in his house
pretending to be her spouse
with aim to kill her at end.
Cat gave her assurance
‘ Good food I have managed
It is my skill and challenge.
Have dinner as I have arranged.
Mouse smelt no bad essence.
At nook of church in outskirt
mouse came to stay with cat.
From church cat stole a pot of fat.
Fat was full of energy : instant.
Cat offered mouse to eat first.
Mouse started to take fat in joy
Cat was getting ready to attack
He was lifting paw from back.
By mistake he hit the pot to crack.
Mouse finished full fat to enjoy.
What a wonder ! Magic to play.
Mini mouse growing big and bigger
turning to Macro mouse with vigour.
casting cruel scary glances in rigour.
Cat comparable as Mini, fled away.
You began to write the history of your life
With a kind of fear;
I know not why you are so great;
O, Helen, to me, you are so dear.
You're talented, you're esteemed;
How enchanting your fantasy is!
Your voice is always buzzing in my heart,
Just like the honey-seeker bees.
You are fantastic, you are the greatest;
I look upon you as my buddy;
You're as broad-minded as Mount Everest;
You're cleaning my spirit which was muddy.
Whenever I feel frustrated,
Your story stimulates me;
O, pal, I really love you heartily;
In my melancholy moments, you provide me with glee.
You foment me with new vigour,
When my life is a smilax;
You counsel me to practise with great rigour;
You help me reach the climax.
RIGOUR GO FIGURE
Faith
Belief
Acceptance
Or even hope
When logic runs out
Can be strong for many
Yet some are still undecided
As a brain demands more than a heart
But in the end, one’s trust may be enough
REVELATIONS
uncomplicted
staightforward
revealed
&extractedx
a discerned
illusion
dismantled
feelings
permeate
& proliferate
ina
disorientated
rhythm
so
refreshing
&sensitive
distinct
&offbeat
disrupting
status
changing rigour
the
direction
resting
heavy
&listening
SPICK&SPAN
an outdate view
of the
cold sterile
&
reclusive
an existence
endlessly reconfigured
separated
by
the austere
an alternative
vision
inspired
the concept
influence
unfinished
a conflict
de rigour,
rhythmical
a breakthrough
sparse
but
pristine
immaculate&
sleek
subtle
spiritual
yet remote
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
There's a tiny monster gliding in the air
Whoever you are, it shows no spare
Swiftly quaffing the earth's unstained blood,
it resolved to bury a raft of bodies under the pleading mud.
Missiles are aimed at an eclipsed enemy
Trying to discover home in this endless journey
Warriors are rifled with
rigour
Not caring for a cut or a blister.
School drums went dumb
Town fairs said no welcome
Smiles and lives are masked
Tears and fears are hiked.
A son was buried while his mother quarantined
A husband died miles away leaving his wife estranged
The empty stadiums engulfed the players' sky-high spirits
Innocent lives are turning to dust every few minutes.
It's transient my child! It's all transient.
Short-lived are these strong winds
Ephemeral are these hot waves
Cry not in the dark night
Smiles re-bloom upon winning this fight.
Every bud blooms after the rain as a norm
It's time to be an eagle and rise above the storm
For the Lord’s honour
steward feet
securely shod*
with divine strength
trek upward faith-driven pursuits
to prevail midst grace
steadfast over trials' rigour
keep on reaching-out
serenely triumphant
waiting for heaven's trumpet sound.
By Christ’s might
I'm propelled to march forward
then to rest awhile
in His green pastures
basking with contentment
from labor’s pressures
rejuvenated to thank the Saviour
for enabling servant’s heart
toward ministering steward feet
of joyous compassion.
*Isaiah 52:7 How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that publisheth peace; that bringeth good tidings of good, that publisheth salvation; that saith unto Zion, Thy God reigneth!
July 19, 2019
Edited on March 8, 2022
1st place, "A BRIAN STRAND Libre Vers" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 3/11/2022.
When facts loosen tight grip, truth its bond,
A peanut when struts like an almond,
Rigour loses its rage,
Precision its sharp edge,
Coal then clamours to be a diamond.
So, lose none your courage,
Persist, if on a ledge,
Precious stone comes one in a thousand.
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Scams, scandals, cons and corruption while flow unending like perennial river, investigations when go on pretending to profess legal and judicial processes, truth gets lost in thousands of sheets of affidavits, witness statements, evidences, and erudite long-winding judgments, truth never sees the light of the day. What is wrong is clear like daylight, but who wants action? Activities are what we are fond of. ____________________________________________________
Happenings | 05.03.15 |
Beyond repair
Watch sad despair
Climb lonely stairs
Here at this gate
Sorrow fills plate
Harsh floods sad fate
Now who can hide
From death's clear stride?
Not even pride
Grip of grand gloom
Now floods this room
As death now grooms
Rigour mortis
Body lies stiff
Beyond life lease
Sense last despair
In sad affair
Beyond repair
And yet soul knows
A certain glow
True light now shows
A sad sad veil:
Love now avails
For grace prevails
A homeward glimpse
In sparkling streams
Dream within dream
Leon Enriquez
28 November 2018
Singapore
Rejoice not when her financial muscle dwindles
Gout her feet and hand joints assails
A kleptomaniac her little cash swindles
The love of her life from away sails
Rendering her social, financial and metabolic status repulsive
When in your considered view she reeks of misery
Driving your judgment and assessment compulsive
For a victim of usury projecting an appearance so dreary
Her bearing, demeanour and gait
Paint an apologetic figure
Teeming with an imaginary threat
That stands no chance in the rigour
Laughing at debacles the fallen
Surf at church, at home, at work, at social functions
Where accusing fingers swollen
With hubris mete out sanctions
According to gang and clique standards
Demanding ostracization and demonization
At the earliest excuse gang bards
Demand to promote the most evil stigmatization
Despite a river of tears
She pours from her swollen eyes
Battling genuine fears
In the midst of heinous packs of lies
She strives to fight though her stamina at the lowest ebb
Staggers
As she navigates for several hours the web
In search of elusive answers, endeavouring from her aching back to withdraw barbs of daggers.
When in this wicked world
My peace of mind suffers cardiac arrest
Curled, hurled, unfurled
To wolves whose snarl can't rest
Until my courage they tear
Bringing my citadel to its knees
In my heart they dare
To inject fear, plunging my vision into seas
So deep my courage can't swim
Broken and forsaken
In a whim
Badly mistaken
On my wobbly knees I bend
Asking God why
My precious dreams flounder, to somehow end
Up in a teary cry
Torn to shreds
Stillborn
Battered on wanton beds
Teeming with scorn
Driven by envy and jealousy
In circumstances where complicity and duplicity
Know no mercy
In my vicinity
I shake my head, proclaiming 'Devil, you're a liar'
Plucking up courage with renewed vigour
To steer the focus of my thoughts clear
Of the illusion that mistakenly I believed held the Gospel truth rigour.
Honour packets and pockets of promises
Without any iota of excuses
If progress should become the portion
Blessed in action and implementation.
Honour realms and reams of reputation
With vigour and rigour
Applied to forestall a misrepresentation
Sneaking into any endeavor to reap favour.
Honour spoken and written words
Uttered and muttered in good faith
Without rattling swords and surds
Slipping through to take away strength and depth.
Honour inventories and instalments of integrity
In plans and in thoughts
Preaching serenity and intrepidity
In quotes and in votes of all sorts.
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