by Agnes Krampe |
Categories:
poetry, poets, writing,
I listen to the young men
in their black turtlenecks
who spit their consonants forcefully
in cryptic metaphors
about the state of the world.
Their work makes me think.
I guess this means it is good.
But I will never be
one of the edgy poets.
The sight of a bare tree
tugs on my soul,
and the stones whisper to me,
and I must write
about the lonely winter rain
and the cherry blossoms –
in softer voice,
simpler words,
a few lines to sketch
the small, quiet wonders
I so love.
April 23, 2017
by Annie Lander |
Categories:
angst, courage, dad, death, dedication, depression, devotion, inspirational, introspection,
A lover I once knew, die today
he was alive yesterday
I never thought of him this way.
I never think about the rain
Unless it flood my drains,
my driveway, my rose garden
Or dampened my happy mood
Why would the death of my lover
Leave me so sad, and blue
Tender moment of affection: edgy days
Relationships have it up and downs
The past have been trouble: maybe I was wrong,
Probably he was right: however here tonight
A lover I once knew passed away today
My old lover the wicket-keeper:
The one I uses to love the most: an distant lover
by Witty Fay |
Categories:
emotions,
You must love me sideways,
Desert island of poetry and lace
Embroided inside the fleshy
Tunes of the drunken balladeer.
The overcast day, my warm soul
Inside the cold bed of gloom,
Comes to inhabit the sunny side
Of your world, cracking the whip
Of the edgy tales of tomorrow.
Sane for me, insane for you,
Choose a picky battle to ruin,
With the gaze that turns me
Defenseless as Scheherazade,
Before the storytelling squad.
by James Fredholm |
Categories:
love,
She lit the candles,
One at a time,
We drank herbal tea,
And sat side by side,
Feelings came easy,
In a positive sign,
We moved slowly closer,
As the sofa reclined,
The pulse of her music,
Was edgy and fine,
Over and under,
Together in time.
Candlelit moments,
When she was mine.
by Leon Enriquez |
Categories:
blessing,
Flush of new day
In bright light rays
Sight feels the raw
Cold bones in thaw
Focus feels blur
Feel groggy slur
Move slowly now
Grab hold of how
Edgy foot steps
Blood surge to map
Awake to feel
Adjust to will
Slowly, surely
Feel conscious sea
Waltz slowly here
Watch sober steer
Senses spring light
Cast off the night
Waves feel so bright
Motion takes flight
Feel the kind heat
Life's living beat
Moist facial wash
A waking cause
Dance on late dream
Lovely fond theme
Sparkle and shine
Wait for new lines
Meet the new waves
Live love that saves
Leon Enriquez
06 April 2015
Singapore
by David Fisher |
Categories:
nature, romance,
There’s nothing up my sleeve
Nor inside my old hat
But here inside this bag
Is more than something that…
Is not quite typical
For a first date, but oh well
About what seems to some
As a bag from hell
But no that’s not the case
For hell is not the place
That has filled this edgy bag
That seems so out of place
But she is not convinced
I’m now an outsider
As she dismisses me
And my bag of spiders
As unfit for a queen
But that’s not whom I seek
I just want to share life with
Someone who loves to seek
Nature in all its ways
Be it flowers, dirt, or cider
Until then, while seeking love
I’ll bring my bag of spiders
by Leon Enriquez |
Categories:
allusion,
Thrill in the sight of love that swirls,
Reach for true grace to heal our pain;
Ask joy to light this edgy world,
Note how each face can purge odd strains;
Seek that fine poise that moves things right,
Charm knows the verge where voice finds range;
Each turn of voice can feel so right,
Now dare emerge with bold and strange;
Dance to the mix of precious jazz.
Vibrant the space where love lives well,
Opt for clear fix of poignant quest;
Intuit warm grace that ever dwells,
Calm stillness frames a sparkling glow,
Etch just the same brilliance that shows.
Leon Enriquez
30 March 2017
Singapore
by John Lawless |
Categories:
loss, love, sorrow,
She hears the distant warbler sing
An edgy tone, a bit of sting
For time is such a fleeting thing
Life slowly closing its gold ring
Although it may be made of string
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by Leon Enriquez |
Categories:
change,
Here with a wink
No need to think
On the odd brink
Here with a smile
No need to style
Cast joy a while
Here with a tear
Poise echoes cheer
In stray touch dear
Here watch fate sketch
An odd fine match
As a fond catch
Here at love's gate
Meet edgy fate
That waits not late
Here with blank mind
Seek just to find
A love not blind
Here with stray plot
Watch time now slot
Such profound thoughts
Here for the beast
Now not the least
Can fancy feast?
Leon Enriquez
08 November 2018
Singapore
by Danita Michelle Allen |
Categories:
silence,
As The Night Sky
Eases Into Morning,
Shhhh...
As It's Heavenly Presence
Ushers Us Into
What Is To Become
Another Day...
Another Chance...
Shhhh...
As It Stears Us Towards
Possible Change,
Shhhh...
As It Envelopes Us
Into It's Calm, Stillness,
It's Vast Depths,
It's Edgy Comfort...
Shhhh...
Be Seen,
Not Heard.
Be Present,
Not Involved.
Be Open.
Be Welcoming.
Be Grateful.
For GOD Has Kept You.
But, Be Silent.
Yes.
A Moment
Of
Silence,
PLEASE
&
Thank you.