Short Frangipani Poems

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lovely lithe and lean

frangipani in her hair

south sea island girl

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She's a free spirit
Frangipani in her hair
Headed to Woodstock


Date written and posted: 01/19/2019...

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garden visitors
  dazzled by flowers In bloom
          honeybee flitting...
      from rose to frangipani
     floating about...butterfly



Date written: 08/31/2020...

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Haiku for frangipani in bloom:

nocturnal bouquet 
of frangipani in bloom –
olfactory fruits

teasing aromas
adorning a young girls hair – 
swaying moonlit palms

moths seeking nectar
flutter, flower to flower – 
new buds at sunrise....

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Flame sires fond flair
Flair climbs the stairs
Stairs in the air


Frame a good name
Name fits the game
Game just the same


Fling joy that swirls
Swirls touch and twirl
Twirl your brave world




Leon Enriquez
04 October 2014
Singapore...

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fresh scent of his shirt, pressed
to my nose — Honolulu fire

frangipani and hibiscus passion
(too hot for the millennials)

fine-wine aged, luxuriant tastes.
Oh, Babe!

3/13/2019
What I Love Contest
Sponsor- Maureen McGreavy...

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Ancestral ripples infuse my mind
As I look out early morn.

Twilight luscious, Vermillion hued
The day anew reborn.

Frangipani scents the air
As mockingbirds serenade,

I love this land, where I was born
Where my roots were laid.

A menagerie of memories I have,
Pellucid, are the days....

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How can I ever forgive and forget
that evening in my ancestral home,
as past the menagerie we roamed.
Your luscious lips of vermillion
broke my heart in a trillion
pieces as mockingbirds deluded
in the  twilight garden secluded
by frangipani which infuse the
air by the moonlit pellucid ripples.
Masking the sound of my sniffles....

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Memorial
Under a tree
Slowly growing.
A distorted bonsai?
The frangipani belongs 
To coastal climes far warmer
Then here in a cool but beautiful
Valley high in the mountains of Timor
Which is where he wanted to be.
Amidst a place he loved and
A place that loved him
Amidst beauty and
Many memories.
Memorial....

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She sits beneath a weeping willow

                  Taking in the invigorating late April air

                                        Her fixed gaze, slightly lowered

                    Twirling frangipani between her fingers

         Thinking pleasant thoughts, to rid bad ones




Date: 07/22/2019...

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a lei
warmly undulates in the harbor,
scented blossoms in the surf,
welcoming each voyager
with frangipani, plumeria, shells and
haku mele. the ukulele and current
gently pulls with mellifluous undertow.
a garland aloha and hula hips
enhance each Polynesian hug
in passionate sunrise and sunset hues.

8/7/2018

haku mele — weaving a poetic text, chant, or song...

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The flirting and buzzing of the Bumblebees,
From Frangipani to Scarlet Monarda.
Nature flourished with new and Kelly green trees,
Me enjoying a bowl of fresh Mostarda.
Everywhere new, everywhere lush green one sees,
Birds chirping in the shade of Jacaranda.
It is the season to rejoice, to welcome,
Queen of all Seasons we enjoy you fulsome.


Date of submission: 16/02/2021...

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Nostalgia drove me to my ancestral  home
The air there was infused with scent of Frangipani
At twilight vermillion rays made the water so
flying mockingbirds made ripples 
 with droppings on  the pellucid river
Some trees bent down with fruits so luscious 
The only sound that broke the tranquil
Came from the menagerie
Poor animals made noises 
Wanting desperately  their release....

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HAIKU PASSAGE 4


Adjust your gaze:
Soul flame now lights
Discern the flow

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True being springs
Watch vain stuff fall;
Address focus

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Frangipani tale --
Beauty blossoms;
Flowers chatter

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On the verge
Haiku passage;
Nature nurtures poise

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Sacred word
Aromatics --
Bottled cheer

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Leon Enriquez
16 June2017
Singapore...

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Enchanted island land of Bermuda
there was such beauty to feel and behold.
To see beaches with crystal blue waters
and smell frangipani flowers of gold.

The island’s menagerie of mockingbirds,
the cahow is infused with warmth from twilight,
eerie cries in the vermillion sunset,
ripples of wings in a glorious flight.

Bermuda, a place of ancestral charm,
luscious trees and seas pellucid and calm....

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A subtle sweet smell

Rises up, hits the nose


Excites the senses

Causes pretty thoughts

In a lost stormy head


As it rises, floats through the air

Magical destiny's and adventures

Are dreamt


Aromas of sweet freedom

New life comes 

As you curiously watch


Take in the glory

It calms yet inspires 


The common the best

But the extreme are extraordinary


My choice hot pink


The Frangipani...

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It is September and I fly over the twilight with my
Brothers and sisters, luscious ripples of a moment,
Pellucid waters underneath.
We are mockingbirds escaping this menagerie
Of thoughts, pouring in, to infuse our lifeline, our
Bloodline, drinking the nectar of the Frangipani,
As it turns our feathers to acrylic and 
We live, once again, in nothing but vermilion sunsets and
Rivers thick with paint.

Ancestral in a moment, we remain....

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Mockingbirds mellifluous
             lovely luscious notes,
             frangipani flaunts
             of pellucid pink petals,
             infuse a menagerie
             of romantic ripples, 
             when an ancestral affair
             of dusk and dawn
             in a below horizon vermilion lip lock 
             turns on a tantalizing Twilight.



10-Jan-2018
Contest: 10 words and 10 lines challenge
Sponsored by: Silent One...

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Spring basks
Midnight moon floats;
Silver interlude

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Cool wind
Slides over shiver;
Breezy massage

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Darkness spreads
Shadowy tentacles;
Bleak black shades

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Shopping spree
Extravagant desires;
Cash and carry

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Birthday boy
Bundle of joy;
Another earth angel

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Plumeria florals
Reds and yellows;
Frangipani rapture

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Leon Enriquez
01 March 2018
Singapore...

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Nostalgia  drives me to my ancestral home 
Where the mockingbirds  do freely roam
The scent of Frangipani infuses the air
No pollution you can find there
At twilight vermillion rays make the pellucid  river so
Along the banks luscious fruit laden trees are bent low
 kids  make ripples in river with  their stone  dropping
Some animals in the menagerie are seen hopping 
They make noises as if wanting release
I totally unwind here, my tensions temporarily  cease....

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frangipani

did you imagine I could leave you
trapped in quick drying cement
locked forever on a bed of strangers coral
with only sea spray falling on the reef
to mourn your passing?

no my friend
you're coming back with me
precious cargo safely stowed
freight forward

flight 89 climbed above a shroud of cotton cloud
held us softly all the way to Auckland

going home
in a simple honest box
the way you were

going home
strewn all over with our last farewell...

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Beyond vermillion skies, over ancestral seas
past ripples of oceans in forgotten time
lies a forbidden island where young lovers dream
a secret, impassioned paradise. 

A pellucid moon glows in the twilight of night
as wild, luscious jungles retreat in the dusk
where mockingbirds echo with loud, urgent cries
and pungent scents infuse with exotic musk.

‘Neath frangipani canopies young lovers go
with a menagerie of desires that only they know. 




Written on 1/7/2018...

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