Short Attests Poems
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Truth confronts
All said and done
Grace reveals
Fate in goodwill
Joy arrives
Syncs love's bold dive
Peace abides
Here by your side
Play attests
To zeal and zest
Leon Enriquez
17 December 2016
Singapore
I love what I obtain
and what do I miss...
And what I have of mine,
i appreciate it..
All that's too much
I despise but
nothing, I put a price...
My life is tied
what I carry in my soul
and in the chest...
nothing upside down
attests what I feel
and what I deserve...!
Infallible one born among the weeds
He heeds the call arrested
Some declare another one the clarion
Yet one within attests to truth forever
Time for tares to dominate a conversation
Truth the test evades the seed hopper
Time the tool for cultivating iterations
Long in passing, short in eternity
Meet moments meek,
Ease employs etch;
Speak sensual seek,
Soul spreading sketch;
Apt anxious ask,
Gaze gaining gust;
Easy aid entrusts.
Plot primal plus,
Apt aid attests;
Sigh swallows sigh,
Sweet summer fest;
Ark airs apply,
Groom gifted grace,
Earn end embrace.
Leon Enriquez
06 August 2015
Singapore
Be a soul true,
Explore finesse;
Align clear hues,
Urge now attests;
Truth owns the way,
Yield to grand sights.
Pick words that pay,
Invite the light;
Choice seeds bold form,
Trust knows the lines;
Use colours norm,
Reap what feels fine;
Echoes of joy,
Sweet touch hurls ploys.
Leon Enriquez
02 March 2015
Singapore
My timid heart is at a standstill
Quiet through her gentle whisper
She gazes my way with disquietude
Can this be?
She empathizes with my habitual dolor?
Are we one and the same?
Her beauty reflects her buried affliction
Her coming and going reflects her astuteness
Her downfall of fallacy attests to her reality
The persistence shines upon her personality
Truth prevails through her love for humanity
Each vein
is a memory
Each wrinkle
attests
Her bones
dry and brittle
Her grip
still arrests
Each day
brings a promise
Each night
a regret
Her will
is sustaining
Her heart
is at rest
She speaks
in a voice
that is shrill
out of tune
While losing
her wits
often
long before noon
But when
that itinerant
coyote
calls
She looks
down
at her hands
— and remembers it all
(Cody Senior Center: November, 2025)
Eve outlines the curves of an old terrain,
where antique bottles in their moonlit sheen
reflect pillars’ glow…now mildly unseen
from vintage halls of paling, roughened grain:
All through this vine-clad manor’s dusky shade
poses outside its elegant fig tree--
Which attests to a once- royal marquee
this landmark, our own hometown’s proud arcade.
Written 9/7/2019
Free Verse Or Rhyme Contest of Eve Roper
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