Vanguard stood over his charge, giving him the go-ahead.
The soldier was unmoving, did he not know that he was dead?
You are alive now, Vanguard told him telepathically.
Why are my senses more real now? Asked the warrior Travish Lee.
Arise and follow, Vanguard said. I will take you to Portal three
Travish was barely aware that he was more than alive, now free.
The battle had been immense, and impactful. His body on the ground.
Travish felt self-conscious as he took a long wistful glance around.
Did the others know they were deceased? Where were their souls now?
They follow other spirit guides, angel said. He read his mind, oh wow!
Travish followed the angel to a glowing circle in the battlefield.
Right through it too, unsure of course, what this orb would yield.
He was in a land of enchantment now, a place of colors he had never seen.
Colors they do not show in the earthly world, where men can be so mean.
As he approached his soul committee, his heart leaped up in the air.
He was home! He remembered this place now; where everyone does care.
Joy wears a smile with hidden glow,
Opt faith and hope to live your quest;
Yield cheer that styles a profound flow,
Frame happy scope where act works best;
Urge peace to sum your story here,
Live your best face through trials that burn.
Voice wise outcome beyond strange fear,
Art in pure grace as harsh tides turn;
Note how love brings a certain cause,
Glimpse waves of light that fashion grounds;
Use each new fling through healthy pause,
Apt colours sight where truth is found;
Reap in due time fruitage most grand,
Dance windy chimes right here my friend.
Leon Enriquez
02 April 2018
Singapore
Twist beneath the sky
Rush across the land in flight
Pushing through the silent night
Vanguard of the stars
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There was a time
When lines were clear;
A certain rhyme
Was set to steer.
Those were the days
Of simply plain;
A worthwhile stray
On pleasure-pain.
There was a gaze
In sweetness sad;
A simple craze
In thoughts most glad.
Those were the ways
We stopped to look;
Set in sure say
In tinted book.
There was a tale
In crispy page;
Thoughts we availed
From stage to stage.
Those days of glee
Indulged in peace;
Naive and free
With joy and ease.
There was a time
Where mimics stooped;
A square where mimes
Dazzled and drooped.
Those times have come
And now are gone;
Those rhymes that sum
Loiter to taunt.
Leon Enriquez
05 January 2015
Singapore
Carol Brown
Contest Name My First Car
Vanguard ute
I got meself a motor car,
a little ute, a Vanguard,
I was seventeen, yes sah,
low flying and sliding here and there,
Me an brother Mark were a going fishing,
At 75 miles an hour, I hit a hi speed bend,
Feet of water lurked in a dip, unwitting,
It did us airborne send,
Flying on a cushion of water,
Guide posts were a flashing by,
Fascinating sort of, sorta,
Slow motion with a sigh?
After 50 feet we finally touched down,
Me brother wouldn’t bloody speak
His forehead held a frown,
50 miles an hour, how neat,
No he didn’t dob me in,
Old car was still orright,
So then I took him sideways,
On a corner, not in spite.
I was young and stupid,
Much older now Kanga Roo Ted…
Young n stupid flying low,
big ol thrill 4 johnson though,
having fun an sliding so,
me mates would not come a driving:)
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