Bumper Jumper Humper Dumper
I am an acknowledged poet now,
I appreciate that very much.
I received a lovely trophy,
For excellence in poetry.
Editor's Choice Awards,
Guested for a collection of poems.
I wrote two books,
"Living with God" and the "Sounds of Christmas".
My poems appear in published books,
A copy of my books appear in the Library of Congress in the United States.
The poetry magic began when I retired as a senior,
I discovered a company on the computer.
For the Senior's Open House I am having a storyboard display of my poems,
I hope my dear friend Robert will come and I am very honored.
I believe in miracles, this is a miracle in my life,
God sends us miracles and I am forever thankful.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
Alice's
Looking-Glass;
Mathematician's acrostic storyboard
Through which he conjured
Wonderland
Apt vision sees the saga here,
Sense monomyth as source of sight;
Keep motive spree as story steers.
Glimpse worlds that drift on paths of light,
Employ the means to tell the tale;
Obsess the thoughts on storyboard,
Reach ideas seen as plot prevails;
Give quest your lot in message sought,
Embark to lift the cause and theme.
Look deeper then to frame the mood,
Use inspired gifts to match the dream;
Claim purpose when the touch feels good,
Apply the Force to advance tale,
Sound touch can cause ventures that sail.
Leon Enriquez
04 May 2015
Singapore
City mall gallery
Artist impacts easy
Artwork transcends crazy
So many works of art
Thought-pictures fix head start
Sensorial feel imparts
Style fashions new textures
Images seed pictures
Colours merge bold fixtures
Watch the human being
Frame and trace becoming
Freeze-frame a picturing
Colours and shades and tints
Hands create a sure mint
Landscapes haunting now hint
Faces painted in time
Canvas storyboard rhymes
Watch words give way to mime
Vision flows in embrace
Touch of emotive trace
Wonder hurls feisty face
Leon Enriquez
05 December 2014
Singapore
Feeling so many memories slip away.
Oh how I want to steal time away.
I feel it's weight pulling me down this endless tide.
I break through only to be reminded of what life has become.
All these things going on and so many people leaving.
Just a soundless memory haunting me.
As the stars fade.
A whisper blowing in the wind.
Missing what I forgot.
Thinking this road I am on will soon turn to dust.
Not much do I know whats to come.
Since all I can think of is the past.
I feel so old yet, I am so young.
A snapshot of everyday, like a robot I go through motions.
Time has took my emotions.
Leading me a chase.
I'm marking my spot on it's storyboard.
So one day I'll be on time.
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