Short Brinks Poems

We were talking and sharing drinks

Until the night pushed us to our brinks

Not enough energy left to muster chatter
 
Our words diminished to verbal clatter 

The rising sun decides the first who blinks
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Poet trees
             don't think
                       we cry ink...
        eyes pink;
face
  ta'
   face
blink; 

then    
    sink
  
to brinks 
of Disgrace;

lips 
trace mirrors
whole selling fears
we die here

souls 
are sold this way 
today
       cut ties 
             with lies here
and Buy Here...

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Sharp strokes
Pain pokes


Blur feel
Strange will


Weak steps
Queer map


Walk slow
Poor flow


Wrong way
Harsh sway


Ease saps
Lease traps


Luck fades
Loss trade


Too late
Closed gate


Fate brinks
Last think


Feel slur
New blur




Leon Enriquez
18 December 2016
Singapore...

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Art verge brinks,
Cute small things;
Deep charm links,
Small books bring.


Touch feels fine,
Small books lure;
Such cute lines,
Sense thoughts pure.


In book face,
So much thought;
Sheer fine space,
For dense lot.


Small in size,
Glimpse fond feel;
A grand prize,
Touch now heals.


Surge of form,
In small page;
Crisp this norm
To etch sage.




Leon Enriquez
14 October 2017
Singapore...

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My shadow casts a hollow grave
Waiting for me to sink and bathe

Foreboding worlds that for us were meant
A withering heart forever bent

Swallowing sadness from yesteryear 
Regurgitating madness is what I fear

Walking circles in the line of straight
Everlasting memories of poisons ate

Sunshine never kissed my ghostly hole
Brinks of hurt layered take there toll

Fortress of solitude soon complete
For the sins of sorrow do repeat.


March.02.2016   ^WW^...

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