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Tree of Souls

It stood like a sentinel
at the world’s bleak last shore,
its gnarled branches clawing at
a churning grey November sky,
above a thin and narrowing
yellow band of waning light
auguring the coming night.

Rattling seed pods faintly clicked—
          (playing hollow, spectral tunes)
like a wind-chime built for wraiths.
Brittle voices rose and fell
in the cold breath of the sea,
not quite a song, nor quite unknown—
a whispered hush of lives unsown.

It seemed no tree at all that day,
but something older, something whole—
a guardian at the end of time,
the ancient, waiting Tree of Souls.
Its roots ran deep through rock and soil,
its shadow stretched beyond the known,
a threshold carved in bark and bone.

And still they wait beyond our sight,
in silent chambers yet unborn,
their moments measured out in stars,
their names like whispers on the storm.
The tree will stand as ages fall,
its branches cradling birth and death,
a constant hush of waiting breath.

Litany of Sorrow

In tattered stacks I sought my way, through dusty tomes of lore
To trace the steps of yesterday, reflections of a time afore

Where apparitions haunt the mist and tarry for a while
To sadly rue the curs'd path of follies artful guile

A shadowed figure paused paying heed to my regard
And from the silent mien I collected my reward

Oh how the heart in hopeless grip doth dwell upon the fear
Reflected in those empty eyes afar and yet so near

They told of tales aplenty, grim in ways unmatched
Of fated days to come in distant memories past

Of portents and of omens, of misgivings dour repast
In ancient times afore those held in futures grasp

There I marked the warning in somber tides of woe
There I gained in mourning the tears of sorrow left unsown

With heavy heart and troubled mind I went upon my way
From tattered stacks and dusty tomes to seek the light of day

With weary steps I trod the paths so many trod before
Of follies dark and artful guile from curs'd days of yore

Fading Drumbeats

Long past war’s fading drumbeats 
And beyond the miasmic mists of time
Run undercurrents that displace peace 
And fancied futures hoped sublime.
Once staccato beats of war drums abate  
Far from war graves and their dead,
We find loved ones’ dismal fates 
And lonely lives now filled with dread.

Soldier’s sojourn in the dash dividing 
Dates on their eroding tombstones
Remind us that their lives, though exciting,
Ended not with hope but love unsown.
Once draftee’s dreams become forgotten 
And their past romances are long since lost,
All that remains is what God left them  
And scars they earned at frightful costs.

We too, wonder what will become of us 
And we hope to pass our test divine
Once life’s abating hoofbeats leave us 
And we’re enveloped by the fog of time.
Who will remember who we were? 
Who will proclaim, “I KNEW THEM WELL?”
Who will stop and silently ponder 
What our tombstone epitaphs fail to tell.

Howler

Howler had been raised by the wolves since two
A toddler, she had been adopted with her eyes of blue
She was like them, she could enemy disembowel
A lone wolf, who knew how to really howl

A thunderous howler, who could keep up with the pack
She had their best interests, and they had her back
When she fell in love, it was with one of their own
They were best friends forever, their oats unsown.

The Loneliest Road Not Traveled

The loneliest road, a path unknown,
Where footprints fade, the seeds unsown.
Amidst the woods, in silent grace,
A solitary journey we all must face.

Beneath the moon's pale, silver light,
The stars above, a quiet night.
In solitude, we find our way,
A road less traveled, come what may.

Through winding lanes and darkened woods,
The loneliest road, where silence broods.
But in this solitude, we will find,
A deeper self, an awakened mind.

The loneliest road, it's not in vain,
For in its silence, we attain,
A strength to tread where others fear,
The road less traveled, crystal clear.

So let us walk with hearts held high,
The loneliest road, beneath the sky.
Embrace the journey, bold and true,
For in its solitude, we are renewed.

Labour Day 2023

Yea if a man labours in pain
If not in the Lord, he labours in vain
But whatever a man finds to do
Be he even unto his master and to God be true
Even in his ministry to God above
Let it be cheerfully a sincere labour of love

For Christ laboured even to wash feet
And Paul condemned he that labours not to not eat
And ye are called into heights above the surface
In unity and maturity towards works of service
For even faith without works is dead
For by a working Master we are led

We are called for such a time as this
For works prepared aforetime and with apportioned grace
The will and the ability also built in us
That our days be spent in the pleasure of bearing the onus
For the awaiting judgment will weigh the deeds
A presentation of harvest, not of unsown seeds

HAPPY LABOUR DAY

Kaleidoscopic

In childhood, we saw our tiny world
in brightest kaleidoscopic shades.
There were no greys, only brilliant swirls
of colors that formed vibrant parades
and danced among peridot-green blades.
Our days were varicolored landscapes
of flowers, many sizes and shapes.
We created our secret pathways
dropping blossoms to find our escapes
Childhood's rare world of halcyon days.

As poets, we long to find those times
of innocence and wonders unknown.
We sprinkle colors into our rhymes
But gardens of youth have overgrown
and grey slipped in at edges unsown.
At a fair, is a man making grand
"Kaleidoscopes: Their View Is At Hand!"
As myriad colors of glass spill,
I catch my breath as designs expand
in hues of a world I long for still.

March 10, 2023
for "Word Challenge--K Words Contest"
by Constance La France
howmanysyllables: 9
First Place

A Final Sunset

They strangled him with family ties,
They tried to get his sympathy
by making fictitious promises and loving lies,
They treated him as if he was their possession,
They gave him everything you can think of
except trust, respect and love,
They tried to turn him into someone
they wanted him to be,

The sun went down over a dark lonely tomb,
Leaving unsown roses never to bloom,
He paid all their debts with a premature sunset,

They belittled him
until he couldn’t take any more,
They compared him to his friends
until he was hopelessly forlorn,
His torment didn’t end
until they found out he had died,
Not by illness or accident,
- by but suicide,

The sun went down upon a cold restless grave,
So beware your cruel and harsh ways,
For the only thing you’ll get is one final sunset.

Sooner Than Later

Sooner than later
What’s meant to be will always find a way
Goodbyes will turn to goodnight and we’ll stay
Sooner than later......
It’s gonna happen anyway

Let’s lay it on the line
We’re running out of time
Each second holds a mem’ry we could lose
My only constant is you

Who knew that it would come to this 
Soulmates really do exist
Let me love you for the rest of our days
Cause It’s gonna happen anyway

Sooner than later
What’s meant to be will always find a way
Goodbyes will turn to goodnight and we’ll stay
Sooner than later.....
It’s gonna happen anyway

Not a day passes ever
That you’re not steady on my mind
Not all dreams last forever
But I am yours and you are mine

We’ve tried to fight off these emotions
But truth be told we both know
Loving sure seems lonely 
With this seed that’s left unsown 

Sooner than later 
What’s meant to be will always find its way
So won’t you love me tomorrow 
Cause it’s gonna happen anyway

Sooner than later 
It’s gonna happen anyway

Wind Blown

More feels unknown
Where touch disowns
The seed unsown


The wind whispers
In cold echoes
Upon the way


The quest answers
In sheer surprise
As frolic plays


The guile undone
Tells of insight
Where reason stray


The poise reveals
A kind heart here
That dwells unseen


The cause invokes
A touch certain
Yet still unknown


The wit assumes
A deep delight
That waits within


The times provoke
A style without
That shouts discrete


The wind blown trace
Now floods this space
With hidden face




Leon Enriquez
29 August 2019
Singapore

Sometime Small Things Are Huge

Sometime Small Things are Huge
Written: by Tom Wright
3/6/2014

God, 
You left with me your spiritual charge,
For this heart that only you could see.
You introduced a person into my path,
Along with a tremendous responsibility;

You burdened my heart for this one soul,
Beyond any that previously I’d known.
Years crept by while that bandit time,
Reminded me of seed I’d left unsown.

I seldom knew the correct thing to say,
And this often caused my heartfelt sorrow.
I could only pray that this life be changed,
And in some manner I’d know tomorrow.

As time whispered days grew into years, 
I oft thought of this person’s well being.
I knew my prayer’s had not been in vain,
But questioned whether again I’d be seeing.

And then one day came a joyous surprise,
A letter that made the world seem right.
The immediate change seen in this person,
God had cleansed a heart making it white.

A Bliss Unsown

A Space so Distant..
Yet so safe and consistent..

An escape from a world all usual..
Of usual ppl, hollow hopes & Lures delusional ..

Craving for a bliss unknown..
To harvest pleasures unsown..

The Grass Is Greener On the Other Side:

The grass is greener on the other side,
So sit on the fence and watch them collide,
The geese fly south to a kinder climate,
As we philosophise to find our fate.

Many say religion shall save your soul,
And this is fine if you wish to be whole,
I'll drift into the mystery unknown,
Planting all my seeds but keep some unsown.

While reap I shall from above and below,
Never knowing truly which way to go,
Keeping my eye on the prize, so to speak,
Remain a gentle man, one of the meek.

Continue down my path till my demise,
Hoping one day I shall call myself wise.

(Ten syllables per line)

Beyond

Note once upon
The way beyond


The pulse of feel
That lingers still


Gaze on the stars
With eyes ajar


Distant the dream
In subtle scheme


Aware of now
As tears endow


Awake to wit
In fits and bits


Look upon cheer
Yet be now here


Know the unknown
In void unsown


The seeker seeks
To take a peek


Ignorant proof
Ignores the truth


Love is the key
To mystery


Seize fond fancy
To simply be


Feel more than know
Then watch life show


Go beyond things
Let joy now fling


Ooze of fine booze
Can ease fond snooze




Leon Enriquez
18 February 2016
Singapore

Halloween Moon

Halloween Moon Crabs


A tide rises to leave behind hundreds of tossed colourful halloween moon crabs to stroll

Craving social connections like homeless souls furtively hunting their unsown roots

Celtic calendar hides matronly lunar freeing guised children and bodiless souls

Five more years for the halloween moon, till then crabby purple claws in orange suits 




October10, 2015
Contest: Halloween Moon
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Form: Quatrain

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