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Lost
The sun sinks low, the shadows grow,
No moon is out up high,
A chilling breeze begins to blow,
With stars up in the sky;
I wearily wade my way in vain
Across serpentine lanes of a forest,
Speckled with thick thorns and thickets,
But each time tumble at the same spot;
My heart is sore with seams of strains,
I feel lost in the night,
My feet are tinging with deep pains,
No pathway greets my sight.
Most of the trees seem to sneer at me,
Some to snarl like wild woeful winds
Treating the spot as their enclave,
A guarded setting of their own;
A voice soon whispers in my ears,
A voice from inner self:
“Move straight without a grain of fear,
And steer ahead yourself.”
Sorplaisitese was his name
he was moderatly poor
and happy. He had aweful luck
with woman. So he thought.
One day he meet one of his
former female freinds
and became wise
to plots against him.
He learned his family members
would corner his female freinds
and ask had he consamated there
relationship citing a faith that lead him
to beleive certain things.
This would
make spectical of him and cause
the woman to be whorish with him
and mean. Instead of being the
woman he needed due
to the meddling of strange and
unwanted questioning
it would cause strain in
there fragile condition.
Dumbfounded he absorded what
she said and made mention of
it to his father. Well his father
told him if ever this would happen again
he would try to help him
resolve the matter.
INFLUENTIAL STRAINS
this legacy
exuberant
recherche
collude
the deliberate needs
an arcadia
inhabited
by
primal beauty
darkened
glowering
reminiscent of
decay
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Merriment has bustled ever so brightly.
You are one who was taken so timely.
Lost inside the strains of skies.
Over above is where you are.
Vast and lonesome, so very far.
Eternally so, until we are one.
Bite Size Poem no.5 Poetry Contest
The God of Pandemics is silly
Displaying less sense than a lily
The rest of us know
The virus can't grow
Where no one has a 6' willie!
The bond between our eyes and heart
sometimes is not so strong;
the heart may fool our vision's part-
conducting its own song.
The bond between our mind and soul,
half-hearted, blend each view;
the soul can shade the mind's eyehole-
its process, misconstrue.
Oft eyes and minds are very blind-
when hearts and souls are intertwined.
February 1, 2020
Theme: "We don't see things as they are,
we see them as we are." - Anais Nin
For lives lived in perennial pain in strain rain
Death delivers droves of reinvented relief
Cutting corners from trains of painted pain
Accumulated at the hands of a throng thief.
Death delivers droves of reinvented relief
In the midst of indifference insisted upon in each instance
Accumulated at the hands of a throng thief
Clad in clothes claiming to restore bliss balance.
In the midst of indifference insisted upon in each instance
Eaten and seen in pain in the main at first hand
Clad in clothes claiming to restore bliss balance
Death determines remains where to lie on luminary land.
Eaten and seen in pain in the main at first hand
Cutting corners from trains of painted pain
Death determines remains where to lie on luminary land
For lives lived in perennial pain in strain rain.
Pluck lyrics here
Start with good cheer
Prime pretty page
Wise words now stage
Please simple flight
Dream sure and light
Prompt profound say
Soul shows the way
Round and round keep
Mellow thoughts deep
Feel surge of urge
Let joy emerge
Leon Enriquez
09 August 2017
Singapore
Sense fine music
Show grand mystic
Live well each peak
As magic speaks
Watch love now grow
As rapture shows
Forge easy strains
That echo gains
Once in a while
Fancy greets style
Live in the light
Of bubbly sights
Know when to stop
Ere the last drop
Pain can be good
To show odd mood
Love wears a style
Prompt and worthwhile
See that you see
How best can be
Wear well each strain
Outlive fine gain
Leon Enriquez
18 June 2017
Singapore
Pure joy sighs
In sure highs
Seek to know
How love grows
In good time
Cheer sculpts rhymes
By and by
Calm clear sighs
Warm the cold
Dare be bold
Walk your talk
Let truth stalk
Be one whole
Heart and soul
Live fine strains
Prompt yet plain
Do good now
Love knows how
Leon Enriquez
26 June 2016
Singapore
HAIKU STRAINS 4
Modern shoppes
Bayfront attractions;
Window shopping spree
~~~~~~~~~
Midnight nocturne
Window view moments;
Bedtime distraction
~~~~~~~~~
Music seeps
Through front door;
Passing minstrel vagabond
~~~~~~~~~
Easy escapade
Scented lemongrass;
Spa massage
~~~~~~~~~
Fond company
Old lovers sit quietly;
Calm charms crisp
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
18 July 2015
Singapore
HAIKU STRAINS 3
Nephews and niece
Day trip outing;
Keep fond company
~~~~~~~~~
Sunlight in rain
Confronts conflict;
YinYang movement
~~~~~~~~~
Old fruit tree
Tropical delight;
Mango outburst
~~~~~~~~~
Godmother charms
Sanguine compassion;
Stern love stays
~~~~~~~~~
Touch of beauty
Poesy sings;
Economic sway
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
16 July 2015
Singapore
HAIKU STRAINS 2
Morning news flash
Volcano erupts;
No fly zone
~~~~~~~~~
Planes grounded
Volcanic ash smog;
Delayed departures
~~~~~~~~~
Good old Bali high
Airport closure;
Dreadful sighs
~~~~~~~~~
Overseas trip
To keep in touch;
Musical chairs
~~~~~~~~~
Joy speaks
Humble heart heeds;
Cheery excursion
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
14 July 2015
Singapore
HAIKU STRAINS 1
Busy feet meet
On Monday streets;
No time to greet
~~~~~~~~~
Crowded avenues
Distant faces;
Private To-Do lists
~~~~~~~~~
Wet dawn
Overnight rain;
Messy footpaths
~~~~~~~~~
Blank faces
Anxious distractions;
Too much data
~~~~~~~~~
TV dramedy
Laughter riots;
Good medicine here
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
13 July 2015
Singapore
Amidst the stress and strains of life rejoice
Don't fold now, you still can play the hand
Forget old rules, make a new paradigm for choice
The brail and vang is in your will's command
In your heart, just know your cause with God is right
The stakes for all is everything you are
Where your hands toil, work with all your might
And point the stern towards your homing star
Do not quit your dreams now, do not complain or cry
Stand boldly at the bow and keel against the wind
What matters if in the great struggle we die
We could not live forever anyhow, and still we win
For we have opened a path unopened before, and shew
Men how, for the world will after us in glory
But not behind the whimpering soul will any pursue
The grimacing shame of a coward's history.
Know whose you are, and who you are reclaim
For God made you in his image, and set your heart
To have dominion here, to replenish in the flame
Subdue the earth, now with honor do your part!
Tell winds and waves be still, tell the fire break
You have God's glory to your name, stand and fight
Do not quiver, let not the sun-centered rod shake
Day comes the morning after the darkest night.
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