You can’t rationalize
emotion
Thoughts and feelings
will never transact
Only in the lines
of a poem
Can their courtship and marriage
— be fact
(Dreamsleep: October, 2025)
Love is a blessing,
Love is a miracle,
Love heals,
Love resurrects,
Oh, what a grace!
To humans,
Love is magic.
Yeah!
Love drives
Love invigorates
Love sustains
Oh, love protects
Love guides
Love, love, love
A magic current,
A palpable feeling,
Almost tangible,
An invisible glory,
Conspicuously hidden
An inaudible melody
Sweet to the soul,
Nearly testable,
The lingua can attest
Love
It fills the air
We know its odourless scent
It warms the mind
And gladden the heart
Calms the nerves
Even the skin knows about it.
A universal language,
For the unborn, young and dotard
An unlimited force,
Knowing no boundaries
Across human races,
Brown, black, white or yellow,
All perceive this precious grace
The beasts and fowls comprehend it
The birds of the air can reciprocate
What an unfathomable currency
For the fauna and flora of the world
That each can transact with!
Love!
Glorified and honoured,
Sung and spoken,
What an invention
What a design and creation
In the likeness of the Creator,
To be created,
Only Love could create love.
Love, love, love.
having aged, we’re no longer in our prime
yet vibrance of our heart remains intact
tweets of love continuing to transact
each moment deemed as the optimal time
heart sings a song and we dance to its chime
lost in ambedo trance, God’s grace attract
and as bliss beats with our form make contact
resting in stillness mind conjures a rhyme
one day this dream life will come to an end
but since we dwell in heart and not in mind
presence is upbeat, suffused with cool heat
borne by bliss, our chosen way to ascend
pure love drenched soul following the scent blind
delights as refrains of rapture repeat
The core of basic freedoms
Is the freedom to transact
This underpins the other rights
In the Magna Carta pact
The crux is private property
To use, or hold, or trade
Our time, our land, our energy
Our work - our fortune made
King John was forced to sign it
Holding tyrants to account
So that we can all stand free
With our liberty paramount
Why, in all our nations dear
Have freedoms flown away?
Due process rashly flung aside
As prisoners, we must pay
Now Bitcoin rises to sustain
Our freedom to transact
A bastion of private property
No matter how oft attacked
So steady - up and onward
For our freedoms, stand exact
At the root of other freedoms
Lies the freedom to transact
The absence was glaring
like an elephant,
monstrous,illusive,
membranous, diaphanous,
obvious to everyone
in the room, complicit in joint deception.
The unwritten absence, never
resolved, never truly dealt with,
hung like a pall of smoke
you could see, smell and taste,
but not hear nor feel.
For no one wanted to mention it,
nor to transact
the fleeting memories into
the currency of present tense.
The absence was obvious,
but was locked away in the past,
for sense resolution
in future tense.
She was a hooker and she was stacked
and business she and I would transact.
She said “I promise honey
if ya show me the money”
but uh-uh, I prefer an oral contract!
Written: June 2022
Poem
Poet
They don’t always match
It is not exact
I mean, opposites attract
Every brand new batch
Of poems can detract
From the original, not intact
The idea that did hatch
May not become tact
The meaning now abstract
But I guess that is the catch
When you make a pact,
Or rather a devil’s contract
To somehow patch
The little compact
Of inspiration, from which you distract
Yourself from your detach
That cut you off mid act
You try to reenact
And reattach
Disregarding the fact
That you were the one to subtract
Actual creativity to snatch
At the chance to transact
Quality to make an impact
But it all went down the latch
I guess all it did was counteract
Your initial goal, inexact
From the world, you unattach
And live on in redact
With no one to interact
Forever to be a mismatch
Written on December 3, 2020
You act like you’re all that -
gaining green when you rap,
but I say lines of utter crap
come from your verbal flap.
You lack and I can back that.
My slapjack, whapping facts
would not be rinsed with tact
since odds are a massive stack
of my fly responses so snap
they’ll waste yours to scrap.
You’ll bleed a need for a map
just to sense our distance gap.
I could secure a win wrap
in the deep sleep of a nap
with word whirls of pure blur
punching, crushing your rap,
maiming your able so unstable
it’s incapable to react transact
any how to track your ego back.
My hit of truth would impact
and sack your rap so abstract
that my heard word redact
would squish lisp yours compact,
then subtract, detract, refract
and ransack precisely exact
the trash you call a talent act.
So, go! Sate-debate my rap trait.
Nick Trim's 8 Mile Style Poetry Contest
March 16, 2018
Life is a game with cards that come,
Wear well your name and live wise sums.
Do what you do and dare to act,
Yes live and woo your game and tact.
Live well with change and walk your way,
Pain may sound strange yet frames each day.
You know the fact that pain now shows,
Live and transact the gains you grow.
Cards confront gaze with challenge loud,
Dare live through haze with mindset proud.
Joy helps you see beyond mere strife,
Love thus can be the light in life.
Play with the cards that comes around,
Feisty works hard where conflicts ground.
See that you see your path set free,
Live well and be true and easy.
Leon Enriquez
19 September 2016
Singapore
Discern the play
That streams each day
Invoice the sale
That cannot fail
Live in the light
Of sanguine sight
Transact and be
Grand prize you see
Discount the prize
Of fond surprise
Wonder works well
Just where you dwell
Start from times deep
As laughter weeps
Each moment seeds
A bloom that feeds
Leon Enriquez
20 October 2015
Singapore
Buzz of human feet,
Crowds swarming the trains;
Sea of faces meet,
Private matters strain.
Downtown trip we take,
Darling and I plow;
Human nature stakes,
Umpteen whys and hows.
We reach City Hall,
Find our way around;
Tour the festive mall,
Bright shoppes anchor grounds.
Caterpillar queues,
Await to transact;
Bored faces review,
Weary wait feeds tact.
The Christmas sale steers,
We jostle for stuff;
Bargains that endear,
Buy more than enough.
Busy feet aspire,
The shopping spree floods;
New wares tempt desires,
Whet the pulse of blood.
We discern our needs,
Separate our wants;
Let discrete thoughts feed,
Get brisk shopping done.
Here we wait in line,
Curious eyes pursue;
Attention defines,
Pry odd avenues.
We pay to exit,
Seek out attractions;
Find meal time retreat,
Wholesome consumption.
Homebound subway train,
Swift and fast and sure;
Feel stamina drain,
Goodie bags secure.
Our downtown tour spells,
Whim and fancy grooms;
Easy moments tell,
Intent fills sure boom.
Leon Enriquez
05 December 2014
Singapore
That day down side of me upward blooming
I came into your presence of fragmented light
Leaping from glazed sun to glass and streaming
To frame you like an angel, flowering bright
Smiles for a fragrant wind of frivolous words.
I only wanted to transact little facts of business
Nuance with ignorant expectations; the nerds
Left me behind, and I void of knowing what is
Shape of desire, spoke of poems and the death
Of our national bard, while you radiated peace
Two months of conversations and the regret
Now haunt me since your coming now is cease.
There was something about your lingering eyes
Something about the way you followed me then
That only now in quiet reflection I do surmise
Makes me the saddest of all life’s lucky men.
If soon I leave this world before we meet again
Remember me always, thinking about you, my friend.
Like an animal,
I can detect your scent
As it wafts through the ether.
You smell like the pure essence of man and myth.
Our scents mingle,
Share a created language of their own.
A formula and method to transact an entire existence
Based on the sensory acuity
Of the organ in the midst of the face.