She urges me forward
Time a concept dreamed by man
Experience expects something
Familiar feelings, the smell of success,
I recognize this place
A familiar stop gap
She laughs and turns me North
Stunned I stare at mountains
Is this my epiphany?
Where is my dream?
Destiny urges me forward
I fall on my idealism
Clairsentience spins me twice
Claircognizance takes me by the hand
I listen intently
Deferring to my soul’s knowing
Confidence gave me my smile
Encouraging me to not use its full wideness
Arrogance came by and spread it out to its full strength
What’s a woman to do? I hid under my covers, afraid of both
Come on out Confidence said, in that nurturing way
Lifting me to heights of completion I had only dreamed before.
People began commenting on my abilities and talents
Arrogance came by, taking full credit, pushing me into a blender.
Why do you do that? Pride asked. Where is the stop gap point?
Having no idea, I let her push me around with guilt and remorse
Until Arrogance came back and they battled to the death
Which truly was the best way to get Confidence and I back together.
We have a 809 Square metre section,
That is not up for dissection,
No for any price you care to mention.
I tell anyone who will listen,
Why I take this position,
For the future of the nation.
A tiny house may look cute,
And as a solution seem to suit,
Providing housing to the destitute.
We can not say it is social housing even at a pinch,
As with not even a spare inch,
For Neighbours, family or friends to lunch.
And when music gets loud and voices raised,
Ears and other body parts will likely get bruised,
And if one is sick, others will also become diseased.
Hobbies will become thing of the past,
No quiet areas for a book lovers repast,
To sleep becoming a difficult task.
So yes they may be cute,
And earn some repute,
As a stop gap, on the way to something that will better suit.
In the meantime they may well discourage over production,
Of Items that will no longer fit by more than a fraction,
And the outdoor life may once more become an attraction.
Until a true social housing solution is found,
A lucky few will find,
Invitations to lunch where dissection has been declined.
Sit here dear
Feel more clear
Mind moves more
Sense deep core
Love now dwells
You can tell
Wit trips time
Stop gap rhyme
Rain wets all
Love thrills call
Wet and wild
Feel love child
Say no more
Feel warm shores
Dance and dream
Love funds theme
Apt blooms bask
Dare to ask
In a way
Prize prompt play
Round the bend
All things end
Leon Enriquez
12 April 2017
Singapore
Blurry e-motion
Waiting on words;
Upheaval swirls
Meal time posture
Food court harvest;
Same old stuff
Chinatown fringe
Walkabout excursion;
Hot humid weather chokes
Word for word jazz
Relevance juxtaposed;
Poignant verse strains
Book store punctuates
Tucked in a corner;
Niched following
Verse genres ply
Moods and variations;
Starling change surprise
Clap books monochrome
Small print runs;
Modest readership circle
Works on offer
Book bargains tease;
Second-hand relevance
Simple repast
Eat when hungry;
Flexible meal duration
Migraine fatigue hits
Siesta to recharge;
Stop gap measure
Cash and carry
Shopping trip downtown;
Happy getaway
Tired eyes droop
Glare of noon day sun;
Sudden shower wets
Casual visitors
Impromptu discourse;
Catchup chit-chat
So much to say
Hourglass reprieve;
Abruptly cut short
Conversations hurl
Mid-afternoon visit;
Twenty years backlog squeezed
We style a smile
Catch-up with past wit;
Great mileage in minutes
Joy in swift passage
Touching bases now;
Moments in retreat
Leon Enriquez
13 June 2014
Singapore
Oh, the wounds, the gaping wounds
The wounds that never truly heal
Merely self-sutured, leaving jagged scars
left to swell, ooze and re-infect
A temporary stop-gap, a leaking dam
built to hold back the raging river of pain...
Oh, would that the scars would explode,
burst open and gush out
Gush out in primal fury,
leaving me helpless and drained
Helpless and drained before the Almighty
who is able not to simply close and smooth them over,
but who is able to brutally and lovingly rip them loose
Oh yes, He is able and willing; if I am willing...
The absence of your voice
Kind words, kinder deeds
The radio can continue playing the lovers tune.
The emotions yawn like a tiny stop gap
You reached me, dolphin kisses we shared, eyes locked in our own embrace, every inch of
your face.
Otters ottering about in the pod sharing a snog. Holding hands in the flat as we cooked the
tea, I know you never kissed another as many times as me, In the supermarket, in the car,
cycling, showering, kisses, kisses, kissing me.
I wait for when I;m lonely and it's just me.
Wild genesis on the spot,
not revised, not memorised,
a stop gap in a script,
verbatim, improvised.
Yet told so much of human nature,
addiction to atrocity,
the logic of the terrorist psyche,
gain from pain and atrocity.
On a ferris wheel, each steely word
a rhetorical, keen, serrated knife,
a perfect coalition of madness and sanity
that crystallised his life.
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