She carries the weight of the world on her shoulders
In different colours and hues
There is always a favourite to grab on the run
reflecting it’s endless use.
It has all of these compartments
Exactly like ones in her head
To store different items, for later use.
The compact is kept to powder her nose
To hold her dignity high
A little blush to add to the rush
Radiating a passionate glow
The eyeliner comes next to reflect
The boundaries to her soul
The stick is quick to colour those
Lips of Gratitude.
Tucked away is a rubber band or two
Searching frantically for a moment
to escape to collect herself once more
suddenly coming in hand the band
to tie the loose strands
Looking dignified once more.
And old love letter that shows that she cares
and reflects all that she is
A pretty handkerchief to wipe away tears and pain
The little note book hidden in a nook
to call upon her vivid imagination.
A bottle of Perfume a signature tune
That scents up a room,
Heads turn with all eyes on her
No time to look the sling on her back
She is secure and covered once more
Her handbag coming to the rescue.
Full moon baboon
Croon poon,
Communes high noon
Spoons prunes
Harpoons balloons
bridoon buffoon
Tycoon Camaroon Boone
Inopportune a billiard saloon
Signature tune, Cartoon…
11/13/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. © 2019
Dear journey wayfarer,
What happens as life flings?
May blessings spark wonder,
Watch and observe all things.
May each day bring
Calm peace of mind;
May your heart sing
With soul that signs.
May each moment unfold grandeur
With joyous beauty, abundant peace,
Boundless zest and awesome splendour
With extravagant lovely increase.
Show me the way,
Show cheery grace;
Etch joy that stays,
Etch time and space.
Here and now walk the pathway,
Where time stretches endlessly
A cosmic drama that plays,
Where "All That Is" sets all free.
End and start play,
End with fond trace;
Now let love stay,
Now let faith pace.
Be beyond blame with fond intent,
Let movement sync harmonic feel;
Go beyond guilt with sure content,
A signature tune swirls what heals.
Start and end slay,
Start with sound space;
Now let fire play,
Now let earth grace.
Look deeper still --
And you will see:
Love and goodwill:
Soul's grand beauty!
Leon Enriquez
14 Mar 2014
Singapore
Lay low your sweet head, my simple sin
Soft eyes flutter like a butterfly wing.
Sweet breaths you take
Flourishing thoughts,Your gentle touch hypnotised ache.
Precious with each platinum kiss, bends and twists my craddled mind,
Sleepwalking my heart into a stardust whirlwind.
Eyes glistening, swollen blue moons,
Tredding softly through a silent night of our signature tune.
Intimate beneath the stars,planting seeds,
Snow falls on a garden that bleeds.
Your love bitten on my cheek, my juvenile phase,
Rose petals fall, while your fragrence stays.
Silent
invisible
transparent,silhouettes;
poetic dna we see,
in part-
unique
impetuous,
digital folios-
vehicles in verse which unlace,
our hearts
To complement my blog today Signature Tune
On Bourbon Street in the vertical rain,
In the dominance of shadowed domain,
Where the swamp gas reeks of a distant death,
Faint and remote like a dying breath,
Steam rises up from the cobbled ground,
And dreams misplaced are seldom found.
The rats in the quarter bristle and dart,
Conveyors of plague from an evil heart,
And the legions of dead stay where fell,
Whilst the ringing out of the handcart bell
Sounds like a warning from far away,
A signature tune for judgement day.
As fog wreaths the streets like a living shroud,
A vampire moon breaks through the cloud,
And dogs with rib serrated skin
Howl at the sky and the wailing wind;
The lord of damnation stalks the night
Eyes of blood lust burning bright.
The cathouse sprawl lies silent, still,
The whiskey bars no longer fill,
The hulls of ships tied at the dock,
Creak and groan and gently rock,
And all the oil lamps cease to burn,
They gutter out at his return.
On Bourbon Street where walk the dead,
Eyes of blood lust burning red,
Comes something wicked, black and cold,
Which human sight should not behold,
With pallid face and razor-teeth
And vampire moon to stalk beneath.
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