Sigil Poems

Death in the New Year

Our hands are tied, Death
Since you dawned on us this New Year . . .

Shapely bottles of champagnes have shone
And have broken to fragments with the ululation
Of firecrackers that warmed cold and dark wintry skies.
Now, aphonia sets in from unending lamentations.
Headlines, buried by the chilly bones of winter,
Are barren of good tidings.
A chionophile besieges the rim of a sedulous Yuletide
Grieving by oneiric alleys . . .
I speak of the Friedhof of haunting grimness behind
The curtains of howling winds;
Chants that frequent the disease of frightened melodies, stained
With the aged banality of youthful death;
And the purlieu of cremated souls and consolidated ashes.
Daggers are drawn to paint skulls on canvas slit by the
Whispering tongues of fire
Candles burn their tallow gently on the skin of cancer,
A stinkaroo that stinks with rage.
We do not know how else to turn the calendar.
The edges brim with hostile, burning blood,
Frozen with bits of hate and servile penetralia.

New Year hangs the singed sigil of death
On the bosom of fattened scrolls.

Echoes From The Abyss

Be not afraid to love me.
It'll be like playing with a ouija.
Excuse me while I hold this moment in time.
This sigil into grime.
This love is taboo.
I can turn you a shade of blue.
My shadow self will get another life.
If I make you my wife.
I want to be your final wish.
Any doubts, I will squish.
To kill the heart that cared.
Love me, don't be scared.
In the dark, we'll find our light,
Two souls entwined, taking flight.
With every whisper, every sigh,
Our love will reach the sky.
Together, we'll defy the night,
And make our wrongs feel right.
So take my hand, and don't let go,
For in this love, we'll grow.

SIGIL

SIGIL

It makes no sense, nor ever will
I felt that misty morning chill
Tense, like the strings of a guitar
An experience, quite bizarre
A void that nobody could fill

Weary from slumber yet so still
As my thoughts I must now distil
Life is just etching on my soul
It makes no sense

Any scent of lilacs is nil
No inspiration for my quill
The hidden words I can’t cajole
I sigh at pointless rigmarole
Meaning now a mere codicil
It makes no sense

Poet's Valentine

Arrow to My Bow
Cherumbim Of Love
Pen my Soul
Magical Ink Potion Restore Me Whole
Winged Heart Being, Muse of Air
Inspiration Of Love, Linguistic Manifestation of Purity
Blissfully At Your Mercy
 I am Yours to Ensnare
Arrow Tipped Pen
Chisel Away and Carve
Your Most Potent Sigil In My Heart
Moon Brewed Ink of The Scribes
Sanctified by Dragon Fire
Mercurial Calibrated Poetic Vibes
Matrimonial Courtship Of Magic Ink on Virgin Scroll
Like Lovers on a Secluded Beach, Hands Knotted
Taking a stroll
Beloved Jinn Of Poetic Art
Enchanted Ink, Orgasmic Spill
I Am Your Humble Submissive, Virgin Papyrus
At the Mercy of Your Will.

Work For Success

The power of the spiritual
Within the ritual
Blood let on the sigil
Repeat so it becomes habitual

Draw a circle and light the flame
Recite the mantra and speak the name
For good purpose or to hack and maim
Focus with your pure intent, know this is not a game

Under full moonlight
Both blue and bright
Bloodmoon in sight
The spell is full with almight

Open your mind, soul, and body for possession
Know now that you're in the middle of the session
Perfectly in tune, master this profession
Study and learn, work each little lesson

Now thank the demon, respect the spirit
With open mind you can now hear it
Always remember that with acceptance, you'll no longer fear it
The path invoked from within, meditate while you sit

In the middle of your temple is your altar shrine
Around you is the template, now you are mine
The feelings you feel will be all so real, so sublime
These powers you've exorcised are ethereal and somewhat divine

Now end the session and close the gate
Put everything back properly or receive its fate
The love and respect can be hostile with hate
The powers conjured will embody you with its aspects trait

Druid Dose of Mistletoe

Broad reach branches, dark scarred where limbs emit
Bounce shade places, host seat of friendship 
Parasitic Mistletoe grows yellow finger medicinal cure
Administered in tinctures mixed by druid pure


Ailing then prevaing, seas writhe with full school fish
Activated magic captured unwraps each wish
Ordained as safe keepers for an original environment 
Aeromancy conjurs storms, thus alter climate 


Warriors tosseling with authority implement petitions  
Praised psychic saints deploy predestination
Sigil symbols fester desire for securing forest density
Hydrophants, flaminica consult power of Siri


Circle hospitable to village folk, sitting without seam
Cherishing nature draws them in daos creed
Respectful ring around mother, wizened mighty Oak 
Nature maintained deity, optimal aim evoked




       

         17th December 
     - Celtic champions -

Solitude

Incessant din of jammed highways
suddenly lulled to deserted streets
quiet of rustle forlorn breeze plays
laughter of birds, smiling sun greets

diamond dews glisten ruby petals
on a palette of piano, poetry muse
in slow drench, rain falls and settles
as fragrance flows wisteria avenues

soft chimes within, no temple bells
moments of now, create my world
in solitude with nature, a divine spell
counting cosmos, in stardust swirled

wild waves pacified in peace of shore
graceful moonlight, sunbeams in calm
can hear beats in my deep heart's core
a tranquil meditation, my sorrow's balm.

sentinent of truth, has burned all my vigil 
fears vanished, no sound of human strife
in viscous sedation, I  enjoy a mystic sigil 
arcane power, I have fallen in love with life.



Dated 6th May 2020


Sponsor	Mark Toney
Contest Name	2022 Poetry Marathon

Sigils

Pencil moves across the page;
graphite on the paper blazes;
letters, join, and come together, now.


Floating on the mind like feathers,
sigils writ with light on aether,
melt upon the warmth of empty space.

Nothing left but empty mind,
forgetting words, and sigil signs,
they’ve sunk beyond where nothing has a face.


Nothing there but unseen dreams
that move about with simple ease,
and bring results as quickly as they please.

Moving like an iron cog
that changes time on ivory clocks
although no one can see the sturdy wheels.

Who will make or mend the train
of whirling dreams that slowly drain?
And, who will wind the mighty, silver spring?

And who will wear the key?

Awake

I needed to feel awake before I died,
And so I did some things that made me live...
I didn't rob a bank or kill someone
I didn't drink or pour life through a sieve...
I contemplated... and came up with your bright smile
As the gift that'll keep me breathing for a while
And -- more than that, I'll keep a constant vigil
For when Hope comes and writes its fiery sigil

I'd float away on tears, if I could cry,
But instead, I'll hold the blossom in my Eye

Symbols and Signs

Truth speaks easy
If you but see


Learn to focus
On clear locus


Know what you know
As learning grows


Draw your own line:
Symbols and signs


A glyph is code
In secret mode


A sigil says
In hidden ways


Watch your heart make
The path you take


Start to know truth
In visual proof


Beauty hints more
Such profound shores


Look deeper still
Discern goodwill


All that you know
Masks a true show




Leon Enriquez
21 August 2017
Singapore

Poem

A brief glyph
Buzz that trips


A new wave
Loss that saves


A mind field
Do you yield?


A false start
Feel your heart


A sigh brief
Sign sets grief


A huge stake
Words starve take


A bold blast
Not yet past


A harsh rhyme
That shoots time


A crisp say
Blunt wordplay


A thought old
Now retold


A verse fit
Joust on wit


A nude work
Where words jerk


A sigil
Beyond feel


A lame duck
Floral pluck




Leon Enriquez
21 August 2017
Singapore

Sigil

A mystic sign tells
Of language ancient,
Where old ways did spell
A grandeur patient.


Once upon old rhymes
When love profound wrought,
There was a grand time
Of bright poignant lot.


Easy as the breeze
When touch was most pure,
Affluent days did squeeze
Fond souls and hearts sure.


Once again we see
Such strange sigil craft,
Watch what may yet be
As mystic breath drafts.


Now and here know this:
Beauty and truth scope,
Hint on endless bliss,
Love lives faith and hope.




Leon Enriquez
20 August 2017
Singapore

Beyond Reason

 Beyond Reason

Twenty great countries had gone to battle
Staking all, e’en their children and their cattle
Praying to their gods, each had kept vigil
Their flags, each with a different sigil
Hoping to, in supremacy, above the rest soar
Whether they quack, neigh, mew or roar
But the blue lion of the ruined Stamford bridge
A fortress; her roof, now with many a leaky ridge
Bombed in the last war; has now defied reason
And risen from the ash pile of last season
To each and every country, overwhelm
And again, reign supreme in the realm


A poem on the 2016/2017 EPL Season 

May 17, 2017

Jousting Robots

Two jousting robots

In their purple helms

Red and blue carpets

Cling to the kings they serve

And serve themselves indeed

Two jousting robots

Fly forth with self poisoned thrusts and

On noble burros they ride

Side stepping the sharp jabs

Half heartedly fought

Shame and glory shared

With sly elephantine smiles

Battles fought for themselves

Royalty drowned in their own coffers

the public starving for blood

and the dried crumbs dropped

by these feigning knights


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I often view politicians in this light. They care not for the people they serve and we often only distinguish between them by their sigil.

Side note: why isn't politics or government a category on here? do we truly have nothing to say about it?

Ultimate Grace

It is formless and timeless
and abounds in limitless quantity,
the more it gives of its self
the greater waxes its wealth.

It possesses ever an unworldly radiance,
for its home lies in the boundless
fields of omniscience
where is brewed its sweet and wondrous essence.

Untouched by worldly dross,
remaining eternally pure and unsullied,
its actions are perfect, sure and unhurried,
for to the very highest light and love is it married./

Across stars and worlds without number it sweeps.
From the very heart of the supreme creator it leaps
like an arrow through the void and thus does it wing
to touch-to permeate the body and spirit of the deserving.

The soul must be open and swift to clutch
that unworldy joy, that divine love
which streams in to briefly touch,
and cause upon the questing, compassionate soul to be writ,
the indelible sigil of an illumined spirit./

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