At the front row gain a flag off,
as compared to them in the back.
So the life underdogged,
starting by the rulers.
Zig zagging through a bulk of them,
maneuvered without wings.
I’m gonna bonk at 15 miles.
So life is bonked, trying suck all of the drops.
Gotta slow down as life rotes.
The pace slaps in head, hallucinate the finish line.
As life dreams of the dead, when the gold is ironed.
Categories:
rotes, allegory, cancer, crush, social,
Form: Free verse
Rich rapture reaps
Taste timely trip
Readings rouse room
Bright blessings bloom
Tale trumpets trace
Seek sanguine space
Faith frames fine face
Ponder prompt pace
Wonder works write
Cheer channels cite
Claim clever cheer
Seek sublime seer
Notice new notes
Route richer rotes
Buoyant brew bites
Work well wise writes
Readings reach right
Scan superb sights
Leon Enriquez
26 February 2017
Singapore
Categories:
rotes, change,
Form: Couplet
Proof plants pure poise
Charm creams clear choice
Books bears bright blooms
Glimpse good grace groom
Treat tasty thrill
Forge feisty feel
Meet mellow mimes
Treasure true times
Nurture new notes
Reach richer rotes
Pain pleasures prime
Ripe ripples rhyme
Gripe grapples greed
Nuisance names need
Use unfurls urge
Meet myriad merge
Taste touching tales
Bear brilliant bales
Seek sparkling sights
Linger last light
Stillness speaks sound
Gain glorious grounds
End echoes etch
Sense sensuous stretch
Love lives lost lines
Play peachy pint
Touch tints tasty
Zeal zooms zesty
Words work wit well
Dance dreamy dwell
Bright blessings boom
Rich rapture rooms
Next naughty night
See superb sights
Heed hazy hurls
See sensuous swirls
Toss troubling times
Ride roaring rhymes
Write words within
Soul stays sweet scenes
Leon Enriquez
08 April 2015
Singapore
Categories:
rotes, blessing,
Form: Alliteration
It was a liquid wall – a wave so exceptionally massive
Foreboding and catching unawares, tossing into passive
Submission of bodily functions violently shaken
White noise crashing through sandy pores
Tearing fingers along broken bottles to
Billions of bubbles bursting between salty motes
Sucking hideous gulps of brine in lung full rotes
Where serenity hides amongst coral flutes
To seek you out and shove you deep
As a soul is crossed and taken by reap
With hands that weep
Across a soundless plain
Devoid of pleasure, yet not of pain
A journey through light, a glittering void
Filled with those seeking past and present
Where worlds collide to anoint a soul
Before the hands of time; and
Commit to dust, a body belonging
To the ordinary world
Where loved ones drip upon a wasted shore
To hunch and punch
A chest that’s cold to disbelief at
Eyes that speak through windowless souls
Of a place that’s reached beyond
The hands that scream and weep
Over a body that belonged to the ordinary world
Anthony Slausen’s Poetry Contest – Near Death Experience
24 Oct 2014
Categories:
rotes, death, heaven, journey,
Form: Free verse