Short Prescribes Poems

i prefer getting aged  being wild
as prescribes my destiny in life
than young, to die child being mild...

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I have a doctor named Bill
I visit when feeling ill
He prescribes lotions
Copious pills and potions
That made me feel worse still...

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Doc, can you please help me!?
 My love is back and lately
 My hearts been so crazy!!
 She just amazes me!
 Doc please what's wrong with me!?
 Is the cure my baby?!
 This "Love" never phased me!!
 and now she prescribes me,
 with my cure for love...
 Rose...

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Just got the “bum's rush”, hoping for some direction
From this so-called specialist when it comes to treating depression
Five minutes listening to his fancy swill
Prescribes a different “magic” pill
Collected his huge fee and ushered in the next in succession...

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How deep is our stillness 
Is it yet still in the void of no-thingness

This practice prescribes
That as bliss continues to rise
Let it be in the void of emptiness
Energised by Gods lovingness 

Thought rested we hold our attention
Within the void as our meditation 

12-September-2020...

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See through the veil
Where truth abides,
See the grand scale
Where joy prescribes.


Look deeper still
For you will see,
Look to a will
Where all can be.


Sight follows light
In certain feel,
Sight compels flight
To nurture will.


Know that you know
Much more right now,
Know a deep flow
That streams endow.


Live with sure poise
As finesse grows,
Live steady voice
Where plenty flows.




Leon Enriquez
31 May 2015
Singapore...

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Memory plays ‘hide-and-seek’.
Mind is a sorry seeker in this game.
A doctor prescribes to cure ‘the void’.
It’s a learned hypocrisy.

Words clash one another on Mrs.Pathu’s
tongue and fall down meaninglessly.
Infancy is reborn in the wet
shade of her Alzheimer’s.

Memory sets in her present
and rises in her past.
Intermittently falling beams
glare in her eyes.

She bobs up and down like the jetsam 
on the waves.
Now, life announces
its retrieval in doleful tones....

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Hand in hand they stand
On the edge of tomorrow
Leaving the baggages behind
Buried in a heap of broken dreams
Interrupted aspirations
That kept them chained captives
Disengaging the doubts and fears
Exploring new horizons

Hand in hand they stand
Forging a genuine friendship
Released by the magic of time
In whose keeping lies the key
That opens and shuts all doors
Answering only to its guardian
Who prescribes the course of men
Fulfilling his plans throughout the ages...

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