Short Consign Poems

Oh hermit, if we wish to rise higher ~
Consign ego to the funeral pyre

13-May-2022...

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the missed sign
to the pages of history we might have to consign
so many potential consequences
some immaterial, others over fences....

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Girl you'll be mine,
I consign this
Divine design.

Please don’t refuse,
It's no use, you’re
The muse I choose.

You turn away;
my dismay, girl
please stay I pray....

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If I were your love and you, mine,
a perfect life would come to mind,
a song of love so true and fine!
If I were your love and you, mine.
My heart to you I would consign!
We’d build a life to last and bind!
If I were your love and you, mine,
a perfect life would come to mind....

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An everlasting love is hard to find.
That kind of love makes you blind.
Your mind races against opined.
It has the heart twined in a bind.
You might consign to unrefined notions.
So be shined before being dined.
Make sure the everlasting love is 
combined with an everlasting dove....

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Cropping the picture, now perfect
Consign bad vibes to bin
No accident, as all suspect
Yet surely not a sin

We need not trauma bond
Cord cutting, magic wand
Sit with those, of who fond

Ugliness rupture
Cropping the picture

09-September-2021
Quietus...

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Chickens we consign to coops
    Pigs we pack into pens
  Horses we corral in a stable
    Cows we stick in a shed

  Our children play in spacious playpens
    at night, like roses, they sleep in a bed
  Yet animals have fun, they feed and frolic
    ~ while asthmatic youngsters develop colic...

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I live not in vain
I unleash my pain
Now I discern plain


I feel how I feel
A clash of odd will
Beyond my own thrill


I know the strange tact
I pledge my sure act
I consign my fact


I do not feel much
Of a freezing touch
That weathers fate much


I try my best here
I seek my own spheres
I fall upon cheer




Leon Enriquez
27 June 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT...

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As if the planets were about to align
As if someone planted a great big sign
There is something I must consign
There is something I must resign
It is the hair that flows along your neckline
It is the curves of your waistline
Everything is so divine
I can not refine
Your lips I must headline
Are as sweet as a fine wine
Now one last thing I must incline
Is would you be my valentine...

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'The Pianist and the Senorita' 


 Of tobacco and perfume was her scent, 
 
 She of beauty without relent, 
 
 She of soul full-blooded, 
 
 In body and spirit, 
 
 My immortal beloved. 
 
 
 For her I compose 
 
 Sonatas and nocturnos, 
 
 In the hope my strings and hers will entwine, 
 
 So that my heart I may consign 

 To her, the Spanish seductress, comely by design....

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If you and i are both willing 

To thow all that we have to give
into the centre of the machine
spinning us apart

Then just maybe when all our
dirty sheets and laundry has
been aired and dried out

We can see if the stains have left 
and gone and salvage what remains

And are willing to begin all over again 
on clean new fresh bedding 

And forevermore consign the past 
to bed...

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This firing down, some pestilence consign
does mitigate my virtue with design,
not far away, I miss your salt's excel,
your truth at feelings, ridden with expel!

Do love you more while hidden with repel,
my sheathing tight, an object placed to fool
that hunter of my soul ~ Thy love's compel
does bring to life this decoy from faith's hell!

. . . And carries me to righteous wing's refuel!...

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PETAL GIRL

I dial your number
in the depth of sleep
hands on my clock 
move
hands on your body 
move
flowers in your
mouth
flowers in your 
thighs

always in the garden
of you
is the flower
of your mind

others bend
but you..
you pluck at
my petals
consign them to
your whims..

she loves me
she loves me not
she loves me
she loves me
not

© Kim van Breda—August 2015...

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The inconsistencies ~ life, death's enforce
as love's immortal framework spans divorce,
this rabid intercession teams remorse
from closeting my feelings, my discourse!

In apprehension's daydreams, I consign
emotional will's esteem as so refine,
and buckle my engender, nary's  twine
indigenous, the urge to seek divine!

A passion for the arts, love's closest mind
is pallid by all else . . . all else confined!...

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I fear I have little time
I've lost all that is mine
From this world I will soon resign
I'm afraid the stars just didn't align
Setup for failure by design
I was always out of line
All I loved will confine
itself into a restrictive fine
Nowhere to recline
Nothing to enshrine
Watch it continue to decline
Because it's no longer mine to define

I fear I have no time 
In this world we've been forced to consign...

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Charities in search of cash 
Send envelopes with pleas
And sometimes little gifts in hopes
My giving gene they’ll squeeze.

Most often it’s a sheet or two 
Of labels with my name 
And street address, but in addition,
Bookmarks sometimes came.

I use the labels less and less
As bills are paid online
And bookmarks to the pile
Of things passé I must consign.

Enticements might encourage 
A donation, that is true,
But what once worked no longer is
Appealing to accrue....

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Sense of touch enables soul’s aliveness 
Myriad forms thrive within space-time
Each having roots in That Oneness

God in-dwells us all, as love sublime
He speaks to us as voice of conscience 
In the void of stillness, we hark His chime

All souls are born free as pristine innocence 
Purity soiled by instinctive fear and desire
Shrouding innate divine luminescence 

Oh hermit, if we wish to rise higher ~
Consign ego to the funeral pyre

05-May-2022...

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As interruption wanes with cares of how
a promise then,  I have by Godly vow,
an ever more to strengthen thee enow
so strengthening, I grip my cause, escrow.

A boycott of derange, I pray to space
my legacy from thine, this being case,
until in mastery's time, I play thy face
adjourning nearer mine, in Godly praise.

Is dearer, solemn, fine - a private grace
that blesses homage' line, my own to trace.
As God denotes divine, to so replace
all emptiness' consign - with loving based!...

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