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Alesia Leach Poem
Music man, Music man
Your loving guitar in hand
Your music was my downfall
Taking my heart, taking my all
I fell in love with your words,
Grew addicted to your rhythm.
The sorrow in your burning chords,
Drew me in with them.
I felt your music flow through me
Getting lost, carried away
In your songs, in your dreams
As I listened to you play
Music man, Music man
Your loving guitar in hand
Your music was my downfall
Taking my heart, taking my all
Music man, Music man
Your loving guitar in hand
Your music was my downfall
Taking my heart, taking my all
ALesiach © 07/23/2017
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A band of gold is all she wears.
She does not need diamonds or jewels there.
Simple, but it means so much.
When placed there two hearts did touch.
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My god you call us to be faithful
and while we are not always successful,
me not always with fervor,
do not turn a deaf ear to my prayer.
They come into our country in deceit,
striking blows against the innocent.
They take lives that are not theirs to take.
We have gone to protect the faultless.
Now they come to murder the blameless.
Returning our goodness with vileness.
Allow Satan to punish their immorality.
When they are judged, let the verdict be guilty.
Let their punishment match the grief they have stirred.
Widow's black for all the curs.
I praise my God Yahweh,
for he is in my heart always.
Let us not seek retaliation,
but let my Lord be our retribution.
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Sleep my love, sleep.
Rest your head on my breasts
and place yourself into my keep.
Then, dream us on a mighty quest.
To a land where dragons exist.
Where we can run through mystical forests,
as we chase unicorns through the mist.
Then, on pretty balloons will float, I promise.
As through the marsh we must flee.
Toward evil knights guarding the keep,
where the buried treasure is we seek.
Before we escape on the murmuring seas.
Sleep my love, sleep.
Close your eyes and spread your wings.
There is no reason for you to weep,
for in your dreams you are king.
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Sometimes he sits forlorn and a little misplaced,
but he is handsome and elegantly dressed.
He is a little shy, but full of grace,
he brings me comfort when I am at rest.
And when I see his smile my worries fade,
when he is with me, I am never afraid.
He has the biggest blue eyes
and will tell you no lies.
He is my friend through laughter and tears,
he is lovable and funny and doesn't put on airs.
When he was given to me I was blessed,
do you know who he is, have you guessed?
His name is Freddy
and he is my Teddy.
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I lay amidst scenes of deepest gloom,
beneath the garden's bower blooms.
Listening to the wind and rhythm of the rain,
weeping grief, my soul in pain.
The darkness deepens,
covering meadows, darker still the woodlands.
Gone the twinkling starry skies,
thunder drowns my soul-sick cries.
Wounded, weary
Sheltered in my fragile sanctuary.
The woeful heart sings,
the torments that life brings.
My heart has no desire to stay,
when my heart's desire has flown away.
I come to the garden alone now,
beneath the bower, our lover's vow.
06/29/2017
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Apple Pie, Apple Pie
Such a wondrous thing,
in the winter or in the spring.
So, doggone sweet
and a yummy treat.
Apple Pie, Apple Pie
Pluck the sweetest from the tree,
one, two, three, laughing with glee.
A flaky crust and sweet center,
eaten with ice cream who cares if winter.
Apple Pie, Apple Pie
Sugar and cinnamon, sticky sweet,
pop it in the oven, almost complete.
I cannot wait to have a slice, maybe two,
as one would scarcely do.
Apple Pie, Apple Pie
I cannot believe I did not share.
It was tasty on my tongue,
and now there is no more there,
not even a crumb.
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Up, up high into the sky
Warm winds blowing through misty clouds
Wandering, serene
ALesiach © 8/16/2016
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Wandering through the bayou,
wrapped in its eerie embrace.
Mysterious and strange,
a magical place.
Never seeming to change,
even as seasons come and go,
swampy waters ebb to and fro.
Like long-lost daughters,
gnarled courtly cypress trees,
rise from black murky waters.
Draped lovingly in Spanish moss,
swaying softly in the breeze.
Butterflies seem to float across,
as gentle winds ruffle their leaves.
Bouquets of wild hibiscus fill the air,
mingled with sweet azaleas blooming there.
Bullfrogs croak and crickets chirp,
the bayou is awash with soothing music.
As dragonflies flit the cattails, elusive,
water moccasins slithering at your feet
or lurk above you in the trees.
Just as, the sun begins to sink low,
comes the faint sound of a fiddle and bow.
The gator comes out of hiding,
rising from the dark waters below.
Looking for his meal and smiling,
with snapping jaws, a deer is caught,
then taken below where he will rot.
The moon rises high into the night,
as fireflies glow in the twilight.
A voodoo queen slips into sight,
with gnarled hands, she rolls the bones.
Whispering cryptic words, she softly moans.
Tenderly she caresses her snake,
wrapped around and about her neck.
A coon hound whoops it up.
The gnarled trees cast spooky shadows.
Is that the ghostly apparition of Jean Lafitte?
Who managed to escape prison and gallows.
Did you bury your treasure in the water or weeds?
As the wind moans softly, time to turn home,
where you can fill your belly with spicy gumbo.
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The lazy lion lingered by the lake
licking his luscious lips
listening lightly as he laid
like a lump by the log
longing to lunch on a lovely lamb
if it would only land in his lap.
ALesiach © 05/22/2016
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