Young Enthusiasts
Just for people under twenty-five, especially those just starting out :D
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Conversations With My Daughter
My daughter sat on my lap today
looked lovingly and had something to say,“Daddy, what’s innocence?”
I softly smiled
as she blinked.
Twice.“Sweetheart, innocence is being able to be comfortable with you…
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Red Balloons
a gentle,
thoughful break
sitting on a park bench.I think quietly
like the rustle of red leaves.A child with a red balloon
smiles and waves despite
Mother teaching her not
to talk to strangers.I said &#…
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Why are we always tired?
But oh the mess you leave for me, the Mind.
For once you’ve felt it, it’s gone.
And it’s my job, mind you, to figure out.
To sift through and analyze. To pick up your chaos
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You're Killing Yourself
All things must pass,
and you did pass away,
from the bright sun of Dallas town,
into the dying LA day.
Vague nightmares of abuse,
telling your friends you’re just “confused” about it no…
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Above The Ashes
Above the ashes
Let Your name arise
And when my life flies in flashes
Before my upturned eyes
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I hope you never wonder where I am
I’ll be watching rain fall
and trying to find
An excuse to go outside and play.
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Secret Window
No help
No inspiration
The window looks at you with it’s grin
If only you could break through the surface
And let it all come flooding in…
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Etiquette in our world.
Etiquette a word for polite,
Gentleman a word becoming obsolete day by night.
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Incomplete
“all that’s sacred comes from youth.”
—-Veddertook my time
scratched my eyes
dedication
medicationseize the day
come out to play
watch me come
see me runout in the light
down in a …
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I don't write poems about you.
One day I’ll meet one of them.
And then, maybe, I’ll write about it.But until then, stop wondering if I write about you.
Because I don’t.
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But I still have time for this poem..... ©
But I still have time for this poem. ©
BY: Hector A. Encinas
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Moon lit sky.
At one with the sky watching with clouds above eyes, lit by the moon light, so high, so high,
Illuminated glow dropping nights shadow as I stare with ore, beautiful nature, untainted and pure.
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By The River
“Why you are here is something you never even think about. You are this place.
-Melancondown by the river
to the place i call home
people ask “Why are
you so close?”i tip my head down…
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Longing for October
a cold September rain
makes you real, at least to me.
offering a warm touch
like oxygen, to breathe in
and out—-survival, revival
can you feel me?walking in the rain, looking up
in the sky, clouds m…
