Short Moulds Poems

In sensuous pose
As she curvaceously moulds
Her capturing thighs...

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When they were making

the moulds, we did not know they

needed specifics.


Date: 06/20/2019...

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Fragile,as a tender pot
He moulds us in the furnace
The fire makes our beauty last
Clean,glazed mistakes erased-
A new creation cast....

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Whatever mix of proteins poured
With that inoculation draught
Drunk by my vein, not thirsted for,
But sipped in the subtle rhythms
Of pulse beat, of embodiment,
Moulds to the clay that forms myself,
I know only shameful nothing,
And in my unproud ignorance
Is only a child’s solemn trust
In all that must be, for all good....

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Exhilaration 
sits proudly
a peacock preening.

Earth unleashes smells:
leaf moulds, flower blooms,
such dizzying scents.

Aging trees below the canyon
a network of shadows 
on the deep blue of a lake.

Reflections on water
images etched in fine swirls
circle upon circle
shimmer, vanish, shimmer, gone.  


@jjote. 070721...

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Heed heart health
Word wise wealth


Cheer charms choice
Play primes poise


Sign sure say
Work warm way


Taste tough take
Mind moulds make


Glimpse grand good
Move meek moods


Lift love lines
Feel form fine


Buzz bright boom
Reap rich rooms


Spread sound spell
Worth warms well




Leon Enriquez
16 August 2017
Singapore...

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'Just me' !
   
Whatever be the day that unfolds,
Whatever it be, as it is 'me' it moulds,

Challenges immense, to change my course,
At times with negative vibes and subtle force;

Amidst the crowd with my head held high,
Amidst the tug of war of power and pride;

In thoughts, words and in transformed deed,
Shall be 'me' in truth, held in good stead!...

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Flickering flame
Revealing images to thought
Seeking
Calling 
Clarity of vision
One more answer to the question

Intent, burning intent,
Calling the presence of gods
Guidance and solace
In sacred places
Souls linger 
To dance again

Dream maker
In cascading wax
Molten images entwine
And destiny moulds her claim
There in her wanderings
A goddess
Calls my name...

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Fond fun frees
Bright bloom be


Glimpse grand good
Muse moves mood


Truth tells tale
Ask apt ale


Browse boom bright
Set sure sight


Hurl high hopes
Stream sparks scope


Taste true treats
Seek spoils sweet


Watch wise will
Frame full fill


Note nice name
Ground good game


Stroke sure stakes
Mind moulds make




Leon Enriquez
11 November 2018
Singapore...

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poetry
the beauty
leads me
into my own inn of heart

poetry
the beauty
shows me
my own path of inside knowing

poetry
the beauty
moulds me
as LOVE and I declare
I’m LOVE by which I’m created

poetry
the beauty
teaches me
the LOVE to cover
the whole creations of GOD

poetry
the beauty
guides me
to be grateful
to the great beautiful almighty GOD

-December 14, 2018 Chattogram...

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MOTHER EARTH


Oh stunning mother earth…
Foetus bellied out from you
Neonates became primates
You and I.

The talents of man
The forest of trees
The game of animals
Became the beauties of the universe.

Oh our clingy mother earth,
Moulds of earth on our bed
On the sole of our boots
Mother earth is everywhere.

Our mother to the earth,
She will never desert us
Till we become down to earth
No one is earth bound....

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Laughing eyes illuminate you most
Understanding yet so strict
Cool, yes, cool methinks you are
You are the epitome of quality

Would you call it luck?
And say it wasn’t meant to be?
Moulds may freely grow
But of your accomplishments, hard work looms
U will continue to soar
Always and ever the leader I see.

Time will heal all pain 
Under duress you definitely will excel
Should you feel almost despairing
Have faith that I believe in you!...

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The earth, old gypsy she is
Her beauty fascinates me
Since thousands years before I’m here
Her beautiful shape moulds me prettily
She is beauty
She is flowers,
She is beauty
She is river and its wave,
She is beauty
She is life and breath,
She is beauty
She is walking path,
She is beauty
She is poetry,
For her Creator creates this universe beautifully 
Cause- she is central point of creation and cares all motherly



-December 13, 2018 Chattogram...

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Listen to your heart
Watch touch fashion art


Go beyond mere lines
Watch tension craft signs


Watch how words cite tell
Feel that pulse cast spells


Verse in a new norm
Splurge of vibrant norm


Magic or mystic
Drama moulds tactic


Succeed the odds here
Write wonder's good cheer


Mind flavours the plain
Create works from pain


Heart and mind greet time
Soul shape shifts calm mime





Leon Enriquez
24 November 2015
Singapore...

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The flying hills and its tinted gold
Its pyramids and the blinking moulds
Beautiful the night, a city behold
New dawn it was at Bur Dubai

The city that never boasts of mountain
Infertile the land unfriendly the grains
Until comes a dreamer called Maktoum
Muhammed, the son to raise the tune
 
At the sea end stands nations inertia
In father’s desires, Maktoum built to sky
Descendants of warriors, to sea he claimed
To build the Palms, the earth, for world to hail...

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Though we take different roads, 
We're not fragmented moulds, 
Whole vessels we are, 
Built by one Craftsman. 

As we sojourn, we learn, 
As we journey, we yearn, 
Our views change, 
Our aspirations range. 

Our future self is seen in a mirror, 
Cloaked by tomorrow, 
We see the meadow, 
As we pull apart the shadow. 

We reach for an unseen hand, 
To guide us through the fiery land, 
Nature whispers His name. 
The night takes us to the same. 



August 4, 2023....

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The drops were saying something,one day.
The tinkle answered to every with a yes.
The commotion of senses was manually stopped since
eyes were closed.
particles recruited only the relaxed sanity,verges blunt with ease in the flow.

The moulds are designed to be felt,acknowledged.
The rhymes of the patterns spoke of balance and unobjectionable,layers remained.
Tangled cliches got overthrew by the murmur still making their way.

The plates of soundless aroma,dropped from air
in air....

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After many travels
Through time and space
In her hands he had arrived
In her hands he was found
In her hands he could now hear
The fairies sing the angels praise
Yet in her hands he lost himself
Yet he remained contented
Satiating his need for her
In her hands he had anchored
His traveler’s vessel –
Now he needed
To explore this new land of beauty and charm
The gaping valleys and towering mountain moulds
In her hands his journey had taken a most exciting turn

#Ackmi luis 2016...

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