In their house
Pluralism is outlawed
six months party suspension
for voting against Child poverty
Humanity verboten
The Kings speech has won
no broad church then
are they like the Tories ?
opposition won't be allowed
Corbynistas' identified
and sorted
But this isn't a game.
This is about people's lives
Set smoke, so sweet, so delicate
Something fuliginous, so intricate
Ocher bronze is all that I can see
You're beautiful, a dime to me
Spheres of the purist maple syrup
Sums them up; affectionately
Flowing through my heart, forever over my soul
Suspensions of golden medallions, never to control
Carob or chocolate cold never be
Subbed; for your lens looking at me
Caliginous, foreboding, but never forbidden
Like a chestnut mare; not broken, or ridden
My devotion is firmly planted, in your Earthly visions
You absolutely slay me with your warm decisions
Whimsical; they are made of fine mahogany
Eye's like yours set all apart; yet set me free
Anti-Poem — “Baxter Street Monday”
me trudging walking
gripping onward forward
traipsing baxter street monday
and its steep inclines
going up like a dizzy sparrow
passing vertical merry go rounds
the sly moulin rouge turnabouts
that sip spit with maraschino endives
scanning thighs ripe with hard-ons
the stoner pink boys
lost in rainbow cul-de-sacs
lost amidst the traffic tirades
the propelling grind of accelerators
up up and onward everlasting
floating hovering over shy ascensions
in ravenous echo park
me scratching grinding like steel death
holding tight the skin wheel
trudging baxter street monday
the morning reality suspensions
the daily cyclotron of kidney exertions
of ascending footsteps moving skinward
now racing down baxter street monday
descending and plummeting
passing vertical merry go rounds
the sly moulin rouge turnabouts
i see my sista rosa gonzalez
she be screaming down with wet wings
sending love bouquets to my los angeles
The idea
comes from genesis
unknown
to the common ...
comes from mysteries
deeper
that our vision
can't reach ...
Comes from arrays of
antimatter
and ethereal,
of suspensions
antimagnetic
of the matter ...
Comes from the sum
almost nothing
to form
the whole
what
we call
concept...
"and arrives pale, trembles
rickety to the ropes of
larynx "
Tom Titter Bottom was Tinsel Town’s cat mascot flying ace.
He was a friend of Howard Hughes, for he knew his place.
Realizing that Hughes always had to have the utmost attention.
Tom Titter Bottom was a pilot whose nerves had steel suspensions.
Onetime Hughes asked him for advice on Jane Russell’s new bra.
Tom Titter Bottom did not see any of what Howard Hughes saw.
Human women did not intrigue Tom Titter Bottom in any kind of way.
He knew he would be in and out of several cat beds by the end of day.
Wingful Whispers of Wisdom
Wingful whispers thru portals spread,
as wisdom softly speaks above our head
Limitless bursts of Love thru needles thread,
Angelic ambiance lies straight ahead
Scurrying starlit sparkles full of grace,
when their work is done they will efface
Illuminations of both time and space,
laboring luminaries of eternal embrace.
Upon their Divine dimensions,
they manifest on earth with ambient attentions
Orbiting with gravitational suspensions,
winged warriors of ethereal extensions
Halos of healing bringers of light,
messengers of love through the mystic night
Harbingers of Heaven with infinite sight,
benevolent in beauty admits their flight.
Winds that carry a breath of bliss,
storms of joy as they witness a soul kiss
The warmth of white light we shall miss,
once they return to their Angelic abyss
Have you seen one so did I,
they appear on the peripheral of an eye
Sometimes blue or white falling from the sky,
one stands behind me now as I shed a tear and, cry.
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Are you as surprised as I to find
That Kim Kardashian is a international spy
But don't worry she's on the side of right
Working this time for the good guys
The pics that this twit tweets
Is spinning turbans around in the Middle East
Corrupting the minds of the men and their youth
As they google eye over what she let's loose
Though Miss K. is not the one to blame
It's mainly the fault of Uncle Sam
She's just doing her civic duty
In the posting of selfies in her birthday suity
I've had suspensions for years believe you me
The Kim isn't as dumb as she appears to be
I heard that Iran has accused Kim Kardashian of being a spy...
Who knew!
Morning lurks
In dark alleys;
Haze presides
~~~~~~~~~
Sunbeams seep
Hazy skies ruin;
Magical sunlight
~~~~~~~~~
Hazy horizons
Smoky dust drifts;
Moody suspensions
~~~~~~~~~
Moody haze
Depressed moods;
Choking smog
~~~~~~~~~
Gratitude smiles
Lazy afternoon;
Sanguine sitcoms
~~~~~~~~~
My darling smiles
Inner sunshine;
Travel talk here
~~~~~~~~~
Random journeys
Mystery calls;
Cites fond journal
~~~~~~~~~
Micro tales
Short and sharp;
Food for thought
~~~~~~~~~
Touch of morning
Evaporated dreams;
Reality check
~~~~~~~~~
Moments of madness
Breezy easy frolic;
Joy mingles cheer
~~~~~~~~~
Old friend departs
Sad moments sum;
Fond feelings linger
~~~~~~~~~
Sleepy moments
Loiter somnolent;
Wake-up call
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
13 October 2015
Singapore
You whisper softly to me
and I enchanted, respond to be
You whisper me from a distance
and I reply demure in silence
You whisper softly to me as your hazel eyes
sing, revealing unsung tributaries, dreams and realities
Your inviting lips lusciously unfurl with savory tales
You listen to me and I am demystified
Your face a vacuum- formula that initiates my creativity
You whisper softly to me
And I am left speechless, resuscitated and quenched simultaneously
You whisper softly to me
And I am stilled in suspensions of grace
You whisper from a distance
And I am captivated as you appear dedicated
Your sway whispers sensually
And I am forced to redefine, explore and reexamine the definition of beauty
You whisper softly
And I can only imagine what it’ll be like, having you in my arms forever.
Moment Of Silence For Junior Seau: May 5th, 5:55 P.M.
People can take pills, run their car off the road,
And that's a cry for help, he was crying out
Yet he was too proud to ask for it is.
Wednesday was a lousy day for the NFL
The league announced the suspensions of Seau,
Seau a great footballer committed suicide.
Seau possessed unusual combination
His athletic talent and his hard work,
His high football intelligence, idea,
He was a restless passion for the game
Junior Seau will certainly be missed.
A great football player but a better man.
He was classy,caring & courageous.
Junior was a true competitor and a special player.
God bless the Seau family.
symphony of crossed conceptions
buzzing of the connections are linked
leaving one alone,who is right
not a perfect instant to make fight
luppsy wuppsy decored stations
making evryone full of expctations
forcecefuly intending some obligations
& all the frustations become a sort of suspensions
truthful meaning of oneslf will not be depicted
trying our best but still ristricted
conections are made & reasons are failed
enjoying the hub with the decisions unmade
a triple pariku
the two part nature of light
reveals waves and particles
of Spirit a body forms
stabilized by precept, the Love heartbeat!
trinity’s derivatives
lights of Love’s incentive
proof of faith’s infinity
conscience's faith conceived self, light’s dimensions!
paranormal is divine
particle light dimensions
held in waves of suspensions
waves, fluid light suspends light’s dimensions!
For contest: Light Energy
In Honor of : Rick Parise
Sweet memories swerve
As winds of destiny massage into moments, times
Lullaby scents linger following the streaking trails set by memorial reunions
Unfurling moments of childhood in tomorrow
Clouds wither tears in seasonal dew
Following the waters along the templates of hollow winds and silver slides
Whistling twirls glide along passionate wings of times pleasantries
Rearranged in patterned confluence
Curling over suspensions of infinite intuitions
Gaining and gathering momentum in infinite dispersions
While designing congruence in affluence
Propelling shores off course
Resonance reverberations vibrate, rewind, collide, regenerate and stimulate
The release of translucent intellectual norms
That slowly settle on subtle charges surging in order
Gradually residing on the serendipitous labor of love
That lingers selflessly caressing the eternal seat of every source unknown…
lost inside the purifying fire
looking to escape its grasp
trapped inside the corrupted pyre
struggle for the final gasp
fire, bringer of destruction
all consuming, never dying
ever pure is its seduction
indifferent to joy or crying
fire, bringer of the life,
of the light, of the strife
undying part of our suspensions
neither good nor evil in its intentions
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