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Leroy Yankae Poem
The face haunts me still. I feel
I should head back
past the wearing county miles
and confining rain,
just say it - one heart-felt interjection
that head did swallow,
opting more the bitter peristalsis
than game tenably Out-of-Range.
And why was not conformed,
as my trembling heart looked, and looked,
marveling if it was deserved
by a man of such despotic head?-
all soon, guilt turned to an egotism
and that case was duly held.
What a life I did lose,
Mind robbed by of a single word!
Copyright © Leroy Yankae | Year Posted 2016
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Leroy Yankae Poem
Uniformly swings
the hypocrite
as though on a pendulum,
to and fro,
the string of foul aim
transporting him.
With every swing
ever so timely,
a breadth of chaos unleashed.
The intent periodically he seeks -
the equilibrium unachieved.
For experiments his fate,
as body and heart wholly
of stone go
to and fro,
to and fro,
casting a million hates.
Copyright © Leroy Yankae | Year Posted 2016
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Leroy Yankae Poem
The infamous critic
In positive fear of death
Chose silence
When he could have been more critical
Copyright © Leroy Yankae | Year Posted 2016
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Leroy Yankae Poem
the day was harsh in reminding of
eternal imprisonment
(as the gates closed to my cage) …
to tortured senses &
a burning heart -
how i could end for Lack of Luck.
for once
was done with modest keep (
in a cell-held putridness
were but assets of a pathetic man:
in one corner, a dirty, moldy rag
where I slept.
scattered about, bits of papers, a pen
for passing the time.
in the middle, a rusty water can
for the rainy weathers
&
running along the walls -
a glorified tap when the rains deserted me -
a pipe in corruption)
the damn life if only I yet deserved!
having spent all: the rough twenty years
as should ever be allowed of such a man.
like i wasn’t penitent enough!
the cry equally ignored as the hunger in my eyes.
and in such moments after some others left - barely worthy,
was obvious that i was fated by my very own Lack of Luck,
my great crime without appeal.
today i tried to relax
but pessimism invaded every aspect of my being
&
i died slowly within,
seeking whatever pride was left in that cell - my hell on earth,
as a guard fed me stories from the outside,
vowing to forever keep in here my words.
how i was condemned
for Lack of Luck.
Copyright © Leroy Yankae | Year Posted 2016
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Leroy Yankae Poem
We prided ourselves two patriots
Who must love equally the land
And did so humbly growing up with her,
The love conservative with young age.
Accordingly cherished the lively waters,
The two seasons precious upon her,
Nothing better than the wine and harvest,
Nothing greater than the career dreams.
The love kept me to humble provisions;
He proved a great patriot by going
Across the Atlantic, he said, to be
Better capable of his love.
Today we pride ourselves two patriots
Who must love equally the land
But from the apparent preference,
Does she love us both equally?
Copyright © Leroy Yankae | Year Posted 2016
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Leroy Yankae Poem
A wondrous Destiny
called me once in youth
in the brightest gleam of dreams
her words like a soothing sedative
and kept me close to her heartbeat
her eyes constantly penetrating
as if in search of my best thoughts
Who shall get in my way when she calls again
to hold my claim
for me to be stronger and wiser?
a mere world questioning me?
with destiny, shall I lose?
All I dream of are heartbeats
a thousand and two
two thousand
three thousand
I could lean forever,
waiting as they come up to my ear till
I see a smile
O destiny
that's a life I've saved
and another
and another...
She heard me lament
and came knocking,
furiously knocking
and shaking this simple world
it's corrupt reality
now shattering fast to
my bold and brazen dream
When destiny calls again
I shall remember...
my dream brightened like an OR
where another life hangs by my thread
To see this and only this
even where their million odds will try
you watch me
I'll be the strongest
I'll be the wisest
I'll win like a landslide
a mere world questioning me?
With destiny, how can I lose?
Copyright © Leroy Yankae | Year Posted 2020
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