Short End Game Poems
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Fate the end game
time is fleeting
Moments pass
hate unleashing
Choices lost
reason stalls
Darkness calling
—hell enthralled
(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)
Sunday
Football's cool
root for my team
too bad they could not win
end game
Next week
game day starts
excitement builds
I hope they win this week
rose bowl
Cat and canary at odds through the day
A game of chase hunts his delicious prey
But Tweety turns tables
Just like Aesop’s fables
End game birdy tweets, hubris doesn’t pay!
An arrow
Slicing through the air
To hit its target
Wise upon the way
It is deceived by the destination
And is perceived by the realization
That the end game
Is already dead
Russell Sivey
Silent generation stay stoic, speechless, pout, watching time run out
Boomers shout while Gen X'ers rant
Millenials meanwhile, run fast, breathless, noisily pant
Gen Zs the end now, run can't
magnetism intensifies
within body urn
no one else besides us feels
God’s benign bliss burn
our presence now void-centric
transforms as the flame
kundalini transmutes us
in our life’s end game
The past is the one to blame
Yes future, it is his end game
I will continue to eat
I will hand over the receipt
Therefore, you can take the shame
version 2.
version 1 didn't make sense.
10/1/2021
Form:
VOICES #3:
Love all
Be true
Heed call
Be you
Time starts
Dance well
Good heart
Fine spell
End game
Dare live
Write name
Do give
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
13 February 2016
Singapore
End game
Blur name
Last post
Warm toast
Words cite
Deep write
Dues paid
Well said
Know this
Seize bliss
Buzz here
Sad cheer
High five
Goodbye
Leon Enriquez
21 December 2016
Singapore
Limerick : Once a Lion of a Man in ruin
Once a Lion of a Man in ruin
Tried to salvage his pawns and ***** Queen
Far too late t’was end-game
Even his Knight was lame
So he reset rules and horsed his Queen !
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Mad dog
Dead blog
Odd lot
Dead plot
Old rot
New lot
Freak show
Bad flow
Fad fades
Odd shades
Lost space
Gone case
Zero
Hero
End game
Bad name
Leon Enriquez
25 November 2017
Singapore
there is this surreal pull
along central axis of form
bliss enraptured we feel full
as long as with love we conform
consumed thus from inside out
our central vein is now aflame
each breath is a bliss bout
vibrant in life’s end game
Heart
seeks love
and mind light,
thus when both meld,
with light as the source
and love God’s vital force,
pristine presence feels complete,
having thus become the bright flame,
as soul’s claim to fame in life’s end game.
Quatrain #847:
GATE
Glimpse the your fate in that clear light,
Apt thought comes late as fond cheer sight;
Touch flings the gate open to soul,
End game you date in that last flight.
~~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
29 October 2017
Singapore
Authors of the scriptures remain unknown,
wisdom penned handed down from the ages,
pointing out the way each must walk alone,
escaping illusionary cages
and quelling fire that within heart rages.
All Upanishads have a simple aim:
to entwine us with God, in life’s end game.
Ask now
Endow
Be well
Love tells
Charm clowns
Purge frowns
Dance trip
Firm grip
End game
Fits name
Frame feel
Sure thrill
Glimpse grace
Now trace
Hurl hurts
Dump dirt
Ink words
Joys heard
Leon Enriquez
25 February 2016
Singapore
Heart empty, we invoke bliss magnetism,
not imbibing but becoming the flame,
which fully illumines mind-body prism,
after which we are no longer the same,
reclaiming light of Self, in life’s end game.
Nodes within stir and all boundaries blur ~
With laws of God, we willingly concur
Three years of 'police action,'
Conducted according to
The doctrine of 'limited war,'
In order to pursue
A policy of 'containment.'
Police action?
Containment?
Limited war?
Guess that’s why
I don’t feel like Patton
Pissing in the Rhine.
War is all hell.
Don't sugar coat it.
In the world today.' Familiy Farms being erazed...Aid witheld in gaza.? A pattern?
different in aspect yet the same; end game'
Starvation of real information..While the
Mainstream mediums posture along.' As the
Sheep are clever enough.. To feed' the Lord
Only knows though just what on.?
plugging energy leak
we see we’re strong not weak
the ‘we’ we allude to
is bliss that does renew
pervading every cell
in this body-mind shell
so as God’s magnetism
in this organic prism
as bliss beats take the lead
fears and desires recede
thus we become the flame
here now in life’s end game
when Holy Spirit pervades form
there rises within, a magnetic storm
rapture of which nothing may be said
save we are being to heaven by God led
as a benign bliss burn slowly exhumes ego
vibrancy of our presence begins to grow
we are in time, consumed by the flame
transformed thus in life’s end game
I'm bunged up.
I need a filter for my gutter.
My bone-headed Doctor
reckons I don't eat right
but 'Little Debbie' Donuts are my delight
as I binge-watch re-runs of Game of Thrones.
Blood, gore, and sugar -
but i'm stuffed
and must take the cure.
Now I dare not stray far from my own
porcelain throne.
Asking for your support
not your agreement
I looked into your eyes
Seeing rejection
your stare blank and cold
our connection was untied
Your words became hollow
your touch nondescript
new distance did we share
Alone while together
the ending in sight
—finality laid bare
(Dreamsleep: July, 2023)
When you’re dying of terminal sadness,
It’s easy to fall for false cures,
Distracted by tempting amusements
Whose needs seem more pressing than yours.
When you’re two moves adjacent to checkmate
In the game of asserting control,
You’ll get ghosted and gas-lit,
By a gold-digger’s gambit
Hell bent for a piece of your soul.
Heart hears
Art tears
Purge fear
My dear
Keep face
Fond trace
Sure space
Clear ace
Now sight
Warm light
Poise right
Calm flight
Love shows
Deep flow
Wise glow
You know
End game
Bold name
Frames same
Not blame
Rich pun
Fond run
Pure fun
Bright sun
Leon Enriquez
23 July 2018
Singapore