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Who Am I?

When people call me an atheist, 
I just nod my head. 
But never invite any hostility with them.
Perhaps, they haven’t ever seen me in a house of worship.
They may think so.
I puzzle when the same people say, “God is omnipresent.”

Some call me an agnostic.
Even then, I hardly respond.
Perhaps, they haven’t ever found me engaging in religious discourses.
They may conclude thus.

Whenever I express anything seeking clarity about cosmic order,
They won’t stop and call me a sceptic.

To be called a theist; shall we have to go on bestowing hymns?
No scripture has expressed it the only way of attaining Moksha.
What about Ben Adhem?
He urges to enrol his name in the list of those who love their fellowmen.

When everything is His manifestation,
Am I not a part of it? 
What is real spirituality?
To me, it’s an endless quest to realize oneself.
Who am I?

LOST

Lost in echoes of darkened time
dampened, dithering, dazed
wet withered witches mime a dime
fearful, I’m mazed or crazed 

Calling Divinity, voicebox shut
eyelids glued, nostrils stuffed 
lips zipped with copper thread
eardrums worrisome waned

Where are chiming confluent clocks
highways and internet ?
shadows dim whisper, “badly blocked,
pointless you bet, get set !”

Surely I paid every debt
learnt my lessons very well
trusted faith, no futile fracas
rose from every slothful rut ~

LOST, part of adventurous life
to find own lucid laws
undoing inner sceptic strife
opens all barred doors …

Eyes Turn To Heaven

believer seeks eternity ~ sceptic reckons why’s it always me


By
David Kavanagh

In the Blink of An Eye

I blinked and rubbed my eyes, then looked around.
I wondered was I going crazy (like,
my aunt who lived in caverns underground...)
but no, the boy was riding on the bike.
One moment he was there - and now he's gone!
I know I wasn't dreaming; he was real.
It took a while for me to cotton on;
I can't describe the way that makes me feel:
I saw a ghost! I know you won't believe
my story, but I swear to God it's true.
No joke! I have no reason to deceive.
Once sceptic, now I've changed my point of view.

written 25th February for Carolyn's Vanishing contest

In the Graveyard

I remember I roamed on that night -
as a sceptic, I thought it was fun,
but received such a terrible fright,
when I spotted the ghost of the nun.
In the midst of the yard was a tomb,
and she hovered beside it and wailed,
that I sensed her a portent of doom, 
and my heart (that was strong) almost failed
as I counted the number of souls,
and the eyes of those spirits were red.
What a stench as they rose from the holes
to escape from the house of the dead!
I was praying and crying in fear;
but by morning I blamed it on beer...

written 23rd February for Julia's Ghost contest

Today - a Bit Rude

I’m not a great fan of metric
A system of which I am sceptic 
To the young it’s ethereal 
But I learned imperial
And so I still speak it...
Today

I went down to the hardware store
I’d better not go there no more
An eager young lady assistant 
Was maybe a little persistent
How can I help you...
Today 

I said I need ten eight inch nails 
She sure put the wind in my sails
The nails were near pulleys and winches 
And then she said how big’s eight inches
I’m not getting out...
Today

Captain Skeptic Kill Joy At Your Service If You Will

Show me a miracle
Or
Magic trick

And all i can think is how was it done

That is the level of sceptic i have become

With every believer comes a sceptic

Enter front and left Captain Sceptic

Sporting miracle,
Betting scandal

Predict the future,
Calculate the odds algorithm

Magic trick,
Smoke and mirrors slight of hand

If it's to good to be true it generally is

And there is no such thing in life 
that's free 

That doesn't come with strings attached

The greatest piece of single advice
a burns survivor ever imparts is

Read the small print fastidiously
before signing

Otherwise you are going to need the
services of a very good lawyer

Byway Colors

I’m learning to love pink
In bowls;
And boys and girls.

For my bedroom wall
Was claimed
  Putrid pink                        by my volitional Aunt
And thus       made me hate
The color of its paint.

            And yellow by the way,
The honking, screaming hue
     Of a steamroller-child

~~~ i ~ love ~ him~~~

Through my grand’s eyes,
Orange too!
   Peel those layers,
Those juicy, goosebumpy —
Yes, scary
Four flame-throwing
Tires of                                     to the moon and back.

I’ve had to draw back
from red...the apple of my eye
for
  the
     cops
keep a score of tickets in their squad cars
  for those
     who believe they can pull off this trend

better to keep the Holy Bible in view
We found out, instead

For the eagle-eye of Virginia,
  the sceptic of his state
turned to psalm 46:10

You can turn there too
and net your escape.

To summarize, pink is cool for sexes
Love yer yeller feller
And love yer orange peel
Things in the rearview mirror’r closer
than they appear

God is at hand.

7/26/2019

I'Ll Read You If You Read Me

I'll read your funk,
your epileptic word-purge junk,
your chasm magic sceptic tank
of old cliches that happen to make you smile,
or cry.

We can be each others brutal-theraputic,
we'd be like Greeks;
we'd lose all Christian values,
we'd become in Time and Space
a dust arranged against infinity;
a slow heat death,
all the same.

But better in Becoming.

Little Girl Talks To Sceptic

Little girl talking to sceptic

'Little girl why do you believe? ',
asked a man who would soon again leave,
but first had to bring, to a little girl, a little grief.

And she said, 'Does the birds, stars and plants not call out His name' , she asked the sir. 
Trying not to create a stir, 
'Are you not in search of a cure'. 

'Little girl why do you believe', and she said, 
'does my heart not say what is true, 
hearing it speak and seeing what is due...
for fallen is me and fallen are you.' 

'Little girl why do you believe?' and she said, 
'Was there not a man, 
who called me with a plan, 
so that i can inherit his land?' 

Then she asked the man, 
'Looking at the skies, 
people spitting lies, 
and the Truth that dies, 
Why can't you see His beautiful eyes?' 

t.

The First Glance To Forever

Nothing prepares a heart for the first glance,
None other than the heart of a lover seeing another,
No verse can contain the chemistry exchanged
Between the two hearts brought by chance.

No raging war can fight off the fires that ignite,
That glorious moment the first touch of a hand is felt,
No ballad can capture the essence that flows
Between two bodies embracing all the night.

No sceptic doubts the passion that overflows,
When anatomies collide in a long love-making dance,
No sonnet can comprehend the love exuding
Between two lovers craving a love that grows.

No cynic can criticise the heat felt in each kiss,
Shared as a sign of pure love & affection like no other,
No quatrain can express the ultimate promise
Between two souls to remain as one in utter bliss.

Nothing can ever bring asunder God’s mighty work,
That bringeth forth the rose and the eagle destined together,
No force roaming Earth known or unknown stands
Between two hearts blessed as the Master’s artwork.

Lessons In Life Learned

The moment you get a blank page near your eyes
Fill it with as many stars as you can
Bring them out from your river and crimson clay
At play inside your land and sea 
This is the first lesson I was taught by good earth
That has helped me a lot towards 
Survival with delight from the sounds and colours
Not possible to buy with dollars

Ask why and how at every step you take forward
Not faith but reason always be after
Be sceptic and explore every sun moon and star
And enjoy the dance of intellect
Was the second lesson I learnt all along the road
From the air and water I came across 
As I grew up with my changing world around me
Changing me too thereby everyday
A discovery of doors and windows toward beauty 

Lend your hand to one who needs it
Kindle at least a dim glow in the dark for some eyes
Draw out some thorn from a flower 
This I learnt from the path I traveled inhaling in joy
The aroma of soil brick and dust

While the first two always desired me up above for your stars
The passion of holding your hand kept me close to your river
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12/02/2017

The Moon

Slowly, silently now the moon
Shines in her silvery shoon

Ever since the creation of the world
The colour of the moon is always gold

An essential planet at the service of humanity
It continues to rotate for more than a century

Frequently the moon changes shape
From the crescent to the semi - lunar frame

Gradually it matures into full moon
Going around the earth  singing her tune

Whether young or old everyone loves the moon
For it is considered as a sign of boon

Together with the stars embellishing the sky
Through its illumination the bat will fly

With the help of divine light
It brings forth the traveler's delight

A common belief is that it influences the lunatic
Of which many are still sceptic

It's birth is based on a monthly apparition
Deciding the exact dates of festivals and celebrations

With its waxing and waning movement
High and low tides are under its command

Viewing the moon at night
Is indeed a splendid sight

Einstein

Ask to know God in fact and form,
Live each query with curious heart;
Begin to board vast divine norms,
Explore and see your field and art;
Reach to know more when ideas ground,
Turn upside down theories that spring.
Expound the core in practice sound,
Inch sceptic frown where fancy flings;
Nurture and heed quantum physics,
Sense profound joy in seeking truth;
Treat and succeed maths sure critique,
Extract glimpsed ploys that reveal proof;
Induce bold pact to forge new trends,
Note brilliant tracts that insight sends.




Leon Enriquez
01 May 2015
Singapore

I Waited For Your Call

It was your call
 If you did call
 I would have been home
 I would have not


 Those minutes, That time
 We would have talk
 We would have walk
 Now where I am
 Now I am lost
 Lost inside your heart

 Let this heat pass your heart
 Let it pass the heart
 You will shine bright
 You shall be my light

 Shine, shine brighter
 So that doubters will stop
 Never again will they be sceptic
 Never again will these feelings stop

 A feeling that makes flowers glow
 A feeling of happy future
 Shall I call you; 
Nor wait for you
 Wait for you to call
 Wait till I stop thinking
 The thoughts of you
 The truth about our dream

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