Short Usurps Poems

Poise knows fond trip
Where style now grips


Choice finds the way
To seek prized play


Voice feels the strain
In echoes plain


Noise in crisp notes
Usurps true vote



Leon Enriquez
30 March 2017
Singapore...

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Sunrise
Night surrenders
Morning’s first light renews
Robin’s song usurps crickets’ choir
Cool wet dew of night still glistens; insolent
Lurid terror bows to sun’s glow
Coffee’s odor beckons
Slumber subsides
Sunrise...

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the false liberal
a profiteer
takes advantage of good and vice
wants to profit from our sacrifice...
  Does not  llove life sucks it up,
does not  love humanity
explores it...
Is a pariah,
a parasite
between usury and theft
he exits,
to usurps and boasts
with the fruit of sin...!...

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the war is waged,
around me and within me,
the flavor filtered in the air, lilac,
battle lines drawn, us and them,
no middle ground,
in bloom at the fringe of a field of wild flowers, lilac,
salvos cease, aggressions abate,
as the priority of meadow usurps the importance of upheaval,
the flowers bloom....

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"I Cease"


I dissolve into nothingness
I bleed into water
I cease to exist
The world continues
nary a space where I was
is left

I'd gotten so small
air now fills in
Usurps my physicality
I want this.
Too hard to hope
for anything more
than a body bag
refrigerator
and a thousand degrees
of fire
Where I can become
simple ash
and
bones...

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Money for today
but not for tomorrow
Bees in the bonnet
cows in the barn

Poverty lessens
the weight of ambition
Our wishes and dreams
back burner to warm

Love for today
but not for tomorrow
Feelings with shelf lives
 spoiled by date

The moment usurps
each hour an orphan
Whose bird in the hand
—neither early nor late

(Dreamsleep: June, 2022)...

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Beneath that layer of inner giving
Exists a fight for contented peace, so often sought.
Albeit mixed with the passion of living,
Uniting all to wonderful thought's.
This beautiful person
Invites a multitude of feelings.
Fears nothing in the name of passion,
Usurps your feelings, sending them reeling
Life is so beautiful, there is no comparison.


penned 28 December 2015...

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The heavy breath we call the wind
That wakes the wood and strips the trees
Does not till spring its blow rescind 
And thus return the leaves to these

The forest in primeval rest
Which waits in slumber for each leaf
Is by the springtime richly blessed
The wretched wind, no more a thief

And so the wood possessed of these
Restores each leaf with pride and zeal
Until the wind usurps the breeze
And comes a thief, the leaves to steal

~M...

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