Short Consorts Poems
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To a Tease
there's so many fishes in the sea
abundance of fruits on lone trees
you consorts with ones
that uses you for fun
then you scratch your head of fleas
connie pachecho
10/25/17
The end layers over the beginning
in contours of time
Blanketing the middle
in consorts of connection
Rescuing the lost from themselves
—saving the foundling’s parade
(Dreamsleep: September, 2022)
All those COVID-19 reports
Intend to blackball bedroom sports
Its all an hoax
So listen, folks*,
Consorts cavort at Trump Resorts!
*I do know "folk" is plural, but
Trump was raised on, "That's all folks!"
over joyed by the
imminent alignments
of wondrous insights
completion of this enormous
cycle of transmuted energy
she is a conduit of love
incongruent feelings
harnessed affections
burning in orange flames
pre ordained divine consorts
dysfunctional blood lines
purging pure vesels
she is a conduit of love
sep 14 2016
7.37 pm
Form:
SANS 7
Each end begins a new spin
As impulse meets odd boundaries
Each start embraces the end
As assorted personas tangle
In a disturbing web of circumstance
Beyond the grasp of simple notions
In the complex seduction of the simple
Where fickle fancy consorts with madness
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
05 October 2019
Singapore
Noon siesta
Windy squeeze
Dream fiesta
Sensuous breeze
Fancy lights
Certain feel
Music flights
Lovely zeal
Zest consorts
Impulse swings
Quest retorts
Savvy things
Random needs
Forge fancy
Fertile seeds
Spice sexy
Deep purses
Affluent kind
Odd verses
Poignant finds
Leon Enriquez
22 February 2018
Singapore
An iron trident
Is all I had
As a Sadhu
In a cave by the lake
I worshipped Shiva
And his consorts
As if they were my parents
Sometimes I slept on a rock
By the Sea
Fit for a hermit
My mind was occupied
With worshipping
I forgot myself most of the time
My feet were always
Covered in sand
Until they carried
Me across the river of life
It was the only time
They got clean
And made sense to me
Form:
Dazzle the fickle
Fancy moves sickle
Deeper than dazzle
Crafty hurls ample
Meddle with funny
Folly shines clumsy
Telling taut crazy
Mindful hides simply
Profound can amaze
Distance fires ablaze
Nonsense puns sexy
Empty floods easy
Sensuous smiles silly
Glitter signs glitzy
Joyride now consorts
Frolic spills report
Leon Enriquez
09 September 2016
Singapore
Slowly dancing in the wind, swaying as to music
Rocking like a ship at sea to the whims of air and water
Her face shone bright with the tears of heaven
By consorts of every shape and hue, this elegant lady stood
White on white, her gown shown among those dressed in like manner
Looking upward, she opened to the rising sun
~Christopher Thor Britt
Well versed person in never enamored,
As Mithya consorts to transcend to childhood,
Youth or the aged physical consciousness;
Neither affected by good or bad in life.
Joys and sorrow like cold and hot weather,
Touch not creative or destructive senses,
Residing as unique undefined being,
Within our soul we garner to suffer.
Atma plays with Maya in novel rebirths,
Dons different wombs to one's salvation?
Ref:-
Gita Chapter 2 verse 13
The sky is smiling
Luminous clouds concede a simple clearing
Boasting rays of an aureate sun
Gleaming
The brightest smile I've ever seen
It shines on me
The leaves are dancing
Cool morning breeze is autumn sweet
The crisp of crimson and ochre
Swirling
Their revel consorts my footsteps
They frolic for me
The path is clearing
Shadowy moods of uncertainty are lifting
Mist of fear and doubt
Vanishing
It seems that nature agrees
It speaks to me
Awake love's vaunted rite of Spring
Fertile flowers; mating bowers
Two hearts join in amorous fling
Nature's caress; fondling showers
Spawning paramours seeds sowing
Warming sun over head towers
Burgeoning heat, truant parts cling
Fecund lads rut away the hours
Plowing ground, then cultivating
Trees with fledgling shoots accreting
Fawning tendrils lust empowers
Coupling birds o'er meadow scours
Bleating consorts talons preening
Nurturing pods; nubile plowers
Samhain
Fires in the night
Robes dancing beneath moonlight
Flowers burning from Pixies breath
Running faster away from death
Leave a plate for those deceased
To munch upon as a treat
Returning soon from their end
Dont let them steal your last breath
Good and bad spirits trail in the night
Send your offerings to those up high
Laughter and cider warming your chest
And in the woods so does your consorts breath
Protection and a new years feast
Let the feilds grow and the dead sleep in peace