Short Sans Poems
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In sang-froid, sass cords:
Sangoma dashes siren,
Thunder crashes trunk;
Sarky banters with lippy.
Spim for Santa maidenhead.
the Sea drinks no booze
why then It has hangover
if drinks pure water
FREE VERSE
sans stress
metre or
syllabic count,
euphony ,rhyme or
cadence-
diction
unshackled,
is verse libre,
a poetry without
a creed?
Can't break out of this limerick scene
It's amazing, so far my limericks are clean
Can't promise you though
The true me may show
When I finally go around sans jeans
Can't break out of this limerick scene
It's amazing, so far my limericks are clean
Can't promise you though
The true me may show
When I finally go around sans jeans
Sans contrast...
Being
aim to be ...
it moves
the world...
Having,
eager just to have,
without being...
it destroys
the world...
Is there no pen in sight
Or tablet to inscribe
How may I then enthrall
Visions to Imbibe
So, I raise my glass
To merry thoughts of Spring
Far beyond the lull of Fall
Sans pen, I may drink
Form:
Cletus joined the Navy on a fool whim
And was told he needed to learn to swim
He was launched off the dock
And he sank like a rock
The Navy straightaway got rid of him
in anguish
of uncomfortable nights
I miss the pillow
of your soft body...
I miss the water
from your mouth source...
of the voluptuous perfume
of your bare lap,
of burning alchemy
of your sex...
I miss you
without me... !
Though he hasn’t got a penny
And he hasn’t got a pot
There is nothing in his pocket
He’s a man who’s sans culottes
But he’s really rather happy
Though he doesn’t have a sou
He’s got freedom and there’s no one
Who can tell him what to do
Form:
A sizable portion of my life
I've passed, slobbering over
The antagonistic ashes
Of an untruth.
Years down the road,
By accident, I exposed;
Though this untruth,
Was deeply entombed in my psyche,
Via a mental backhoe,
Satan periodically excavates it
Sans a spade.
SANS 1
When you look do you see
How the story goes?
Join in the fun as pun moves
Wit and humour in brisk grooves
Where even laughter enjoys
And even transcends the mood
As moments blush briefly
In the vibrant air
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
05 October 2019
Singapore
If the dream dies,
life is a horse
cripple who no longer
will run anymore ...
if the dreams are gone,
life will be a river
dry and ephemeral
without solution ever ...!
Ps. Reading Langston Hughes
LANGUAGE SANS EQUIVOCATION
revived
sublime
pre-eminence
follows
rediscovered
coincidences
sans
beginnings
growing
symptomatic
illustrations
to
accompany
colour
between
imagination
& reason
articulated
in
individual
layers
portraying
creativity
Do you now hear
The music strains
My precious dear
That speak most plain.
Faint echoes hint
To cast a spell
With primal mint
As if to tell.
Wind-blown murmurs
Lift the cold air,
Chilly tremours
In quaint affair.
Watch curtains fall
In empty hall.
Leon Enriquez
30 July 2014
Singapore
SANS 3
Why do time and space contrast
In the blunt convergence of loss?
Watch now as change devours
Time in the puzzling quandary
Of portent conflicts that arise
For each soul must bear witness
To the ethereal mortality
That feels so solid and real
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
05 October 2019
Singapore
My love of nature began
With an awe-struck scan
Of skies, how starry strings pan
Out to yon of yon,
Nights where reign and there’s no dawn.
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Tanka |03.06.2021|
Poet’s note: A Tanka in a 7-5-7-5-7, not the usual 5-7-5-7-7 configuration, the same 31 syllables. The purists might frown.
SANS 5
Who then can you trust to confer
A viable and personal salvation?
Philosophy is surely a means
To a higher perspective
Where a guiding light shows
The way home to grand immortality
To take the road not taken
In that poignant glimpse of insight
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
05 October 2019
Singapore
somewhere
red poppies
grow
fertilised
by blood
sun
and
winter snow
lost
freedoms
seed
on widow's
weeds
sadness flows
to that
no-mans land
where
there
are
but crows
Normality is what I seek but the
world revolves in its sans-serendipity.
So many extra days thrown in, you see
the world on its own course, no one takes pity.
I enter boredom in another world.
I’m not in control of anything real.
But the the dog warms up my feet, unfurled;
my heart wanes of anxiety, and I’m healed.
SANS 2
Where flair meets good grace
Do you trace your fine splurge?
Hope has a way of telling
How the emerging light shines
Despite the disruptive blurs
That impede conscious knowing
Even as faith nurtures peace of mind
In the somewhat abrasive confrontation
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
05 October 2019
Singapore
I searched in shortcuts
in the depths of the desert
in the crossroads
from central avenues
my course and route...
I lost myself without dreams,
I found myself entangled in fears
never felt before...
lost without love
and homeless, I discovered
I was missing everything...
Without dream and without love,
no one lives...!
SANS 4
Which path makes more sense
If choice is the reasonable poise?
No wonder then that you forfeit
The security that grounds and binds
For it may yet be good to risk
Such adversely vain consequences
For counterpoise yields balance
Beyond the scope of blind odyssey
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
05 October 2019
Singapore
SANS 9
To dangle in the dying trance
Of dreamy dance in spoilt chance
In the fastidious pursuit
Of empty distractions that reign corrupt
Where even a sense of plain decency
Is drenched with insidious charm
That render meaning hopeless
To redemption and sublime finesse
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
05 October 2019
Singapore
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