"Heart sets up vibration echoing wordless intent, mind translates in symbols
the flight of our soul’s ascent ! "
Where does the wind blow through when the soul is having its drink?
Intent on learning, living, giving, receiving, how does it come to glow?
If the stirrings of the soul are mayhap God's way of conferring, lets sink
into the abysses of His love agape and sip from the fountain of His know!
Does ascension of the soul happen while on earth or does it begin up there?
Are we aiming to grow like wild weeds, between the cracks of a sidewalk?
If the waterwheel of life is being turned by an invisible hand from thin air,
then we must be Kenetic energy, just like the water that falls by the clock.
Oh how our lives glow when we choose to take one single step for mankind
Oh how our hearts grow wise as we choose to live through Avian connection
Where does the wind blow through each time we are being loving and kind?
If stirrings of the soul mean ascension then we better give it good direction !
F-eelings
R-eturn
A-s
N-ecessary
C-alming
E-mbrace,
D-rawing
O-ut
N-ostalgic
N-otions,
A-s
M-oments
A-waken
E-motion
T-hrough
O-pen
C-onnections
A-live.
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Monocrostic (Birthday of France Donna Mae R. Toca)
sun through window
birds in chorus
touch of sheets
dreams linger
thoughts about my love
life’s fortunes
longing to poem
longing and appreciation
quiet beginnings
longing and appreciation
longing to poem
life’s fortunes
thoughts about my love
dreams linger
touch of sheets
birds in chorus
sun through window
An afternoon prepares you
with lengthening shadows
that cool and leave
you listening to the hum
of air alive with wings
lifting to where
somber canopies open to sky
and in the evening
with stirrings that stretch
in the corners of your quiet
and there, under moonlight,
you hear its trembling presence
drawing closer, closer,
yet never near enough
to reach.
Stirrings
Feral
They rise
Within
Lower
Instinct
Do we
Allow
Indulge
Body
Or pause
Looking
At source
Seeing
All that
That is
Being
But one
At play
Here now
11-February-2022
he rose from ashes
with a trace of renewed hope
adjusting to the idea
that maybe
maybe some day
he'd be ready
to make new memories
AP: 1st place 2021
~ Stirrings of Spring ~
a bright-eyed bud
on a mulberry bush
a robin's chirping
midst the melting slush
fresh tulip leaves
push up through the earth
All these, to pangs of love
in my soul, give birth
June 11, 2021
All Yours (Jun 12) Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
in whimsy
perfumes dance
calling out
for spring
uplifted souls
join forces
to wake nature
up to its feet
stars do align
the sun the wind
their might
spin this earth
till warm and
full of life
bells ring
it’s time
for spring
to detonate
to sing
put on its
annual parade
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Before my front fence,
Gayly clad crocuses chase winter thence.
Behind, rose canes poke few leaf tips yet,
Asters hug ground with green tendrils closely set.
Elsewhere newly bared hydrangeas and mums,
Revive from their winter mulch asylums.
Chickadees and other songbirds visit my feeder now,
After its lonely winter vigil, rewarding my handmaidenly vow.
There’s a new spring to our steps, my pups and I,
Eager to toss chilly mantle for warmth and sunny sky.
What treasures in your yard are there to behold?
Venture forth, with hope and joy yourself enfold.
MRT/4-2-19
Epigram #59:
STIRRINGS
Metaphors in sure rhymes
Stirrings tinge journey chimes
Expound rough space and time
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
18 May 2015
Singapore
Street alley stalls
Tourist bazaar fare;
Souvenirs to go
~~~~~~~~~
Seasonal fruit
A yearly dessert;
Duku escapade
~~~~~~~~~
Old colonial shophouse
Freehold property;
Modern facelift
~~~~~~~~~
Business cycles dash
Yesterday's bubble tea;
Today's cafe glitz
~~~~~~~~~
Shopping arcade
Organized pandemonium;
Electronic extravaganza
~~~~~~~~~
Bread and toast
Shopping mall happenings;
Cafe pondering
~~~~~~~~~
Old haunts call
Flavours and tints;
Urban oasis
~~~~~~~~~
Congested roads
Peak hour traffic;
Air-con consolation
~~~~~~~~~
Morning kungu-fu dancers
Graceful as swans;
Dreamtime exhibits
~~~~~~~~~
Busy feet carve
Grassy footpath;
Shortcut route across
~~~~~~~~~
Urban renewal
Unstoppable excavations;
Traffic clutter shows
~~~~~~~~~
October heat wave
Haze for added flavour;
Smoky suffocation
~~~~~~~~~
River boat ride
Clarke Quay encounter;
Delighted tourists
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
27 October 2014
Singapore
Eager tourist
Seeking the unfamiliar;
Newfound exploits
~~~~~~~~~
So many colours
Blooms in full steam;
Bourgainvilleas smile
~~~~~~~~~
Bamboo leaves
Breezy dance cutting;
A hundred raindrops
~~~~~~~~~
Winding path
Tall grassy foliage;
Natural camouflage
~~~~~~~~~
Old house on stilts
Stench of mud flats;
Change of tide
~~~~~~~~~
Across endless sea
Lone ship sails;
Distant horizon
~~~~~~~~~
Cotton clouds
Speeding skyway;
Aquamarine glare
~~~~~~~~~
Little boy giggling
Laughing little girl;
Infantile romance
~~~~~~~~~
Paradoxical moods
Feelings intertwine;
Sanguine crossroads
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
26 October 2014
Singapore
I have trodden many a creature under foot
A few, unbeknownst
The bug has an intolerably short life span
And shorter yet, under foot
Do I traipse out of spite or cruel wonder?
No, it is just my disregard and shortsightedness
For I have been trampled upon,
From creatures smaller than me
They stir upon me, feelings of a bug
A distant rumbling of thunder
As I count the seconds after seeing the flash
There is a heavy weight upon me
Imagine what is stirred in a bug
Take from the air a breath so deep
Awaken from your slumber sleep
Recount the dream before it fades
From black to white, to grey-like shades
Be not afraid from whince it came
Delve deeper still in the mind's dark cave
Unlock the mystery to your own past
Molded into a permanent cast
Break from these chains that bind your soul
Repair the pieces to make you whole
Slip down upon your inner spirit
Listen closely and you will hear it
Heed my words and bring it home
Soften your heart that's made of stone
Forget me never that I might weep
Bound by friendship- it's ours to keep.
running, moving away
never really got a place to stay
ran fast and far all my day
not away from, but away to
where I'd lay me down smiling
'neath a tree, breathless
dreamless, lifeless, someday
lost my way, gone astray
couldn't care less anyway
I'm close to home, I'd say
smiling as I sought my road
biding my time with one
who asked "could we together
run this way just for today?"
together, we searched our way
unsure if it was night or day
no promises, no lies, we'd say
but in her path I couldn't stay
so we smiled and sighed
no questions whatsoever
for, all along, we knew why.
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