(Dedication: For my old schoolmate
Moe, from the Class of 1971, SJI)
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Meek moments meet where joy abides,
Opt a good heart that syncs clear mind;
Etch touch that greets love's stern joyride.
Make peace now start with truth you bind,
Ask for true light to dare to be,
Heed thus fond need for your life quest;
Incline firm sight on soul that sees,
Note tears you weep in fest and jest;
Dream of grand days beyond mere flings,
Apt reasons change with ebb and flow.
Sense rainbow rays as fortune sings,
Explore thought range that help you grow;
Now casts the time for faith and hope,
Align with chimes as love sculpts scope.
Leon Enriquez
08 March 2018
Singapore
THE BRIDE TO FUTURE GROOM
Welcome to my life! Most intimate!
Schoolmate turning soulmate.
To start best chapter on unison,
Delighted with love and devotion.
Each dawn to be brightened by your light
Sweet dream of love on every night.
My joy to be flooded with your charms.
My grief to be smoothened in your arms
Wedlock ascertain great commitment.
On joint journey, never to repent.
Whatever comes in conjugal life,
We are together in every strife.
Praying for healthy active life, overcoming strain,
Enjoying children, Grandchildren, Great Grandchildren
09/19/17
The Bride To Future Groom Contest by Shadow Hamilton
Fourth Place
(Dedication: For my schoolmate
Lawrence Chee, SJI, Class of 1971)
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Live each day well with lovely fest,
Ask for the light to help you see;
Weave your own spell with cheery zest,
Reap happy sights where love sets free;
Embrace the truth with joy and grace,
Now is the time to be at peace;
Charm shows clear proof with poignant trace,
Explore fond chimes and be at ease.
Craft your own play as fancy fits,
Hear your heart speak as soul now hints;
Enter each day with happy wit,
End at the peak where poise stamps mint.
Leon Enriquez
05 August 2017
Singapore
We strive for the norm.
We don’t dare deviate,
for fear of rejection
from parent, peer, or schoolmate.
If you do, you’ll be labeled
weirdo, kook, or quack.
People may point at you
or talk behind your back.
But what, exactly,
defines normal, anyway?
Is it in the way we look
or in the things we say?
Do we have a formula
to measure by degrees
the ability to “fit in”
with the greatest of ease.
But me, I don’t care
if you think I’m a freak.
I’d rather be myself
than boring or meek.
So you think I’m flaky?
I’d prefer to say,
I’m eccentric, quirky,
and unique in every way!
So don’t act your age.
Go dye your hair blue.
Have some fun, laugh out loud,
and to yourself, be true!
WHO IS AFRAID OF WUROLA?
Who is afraid of wurola?
The mountainous beast of iloba
The land Of the creeping giants
Wurola, who stitches his heart with blood
In the bettle field where the breeze
Announces the deeds of the giants
Wurola,Whose Mighty hands slay thousand
At a sight in the battle field of yester years
Who could challenge his authority?
He. Once flapped his tender Wings
To embrace the spirit of sango
He is the worrior who played with
human skull and danced with the queen
In present of the king who killed his family
Are you afraid of him?
Who is afraid of him?
I am not afraid of him like them there
He was once my Schoolmate
In themorning of yesterday when
We Wore khaki treading down
The street like children of the gods
I can make him swing twice
I Can knock him off balance
And Remove that crown of worrior
On his small head
I know his weak point better
Who is afraid of wurola the worrior
I am not even moved by his presences
Even though he taller than me.
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