Best Lees Poems

"Laureate"



Laureate 
speak now lofty phantom
to my mind

guide my hand 
I write I write I write

receptor of communication
things that are not mortal
Luminiferous aether 

sublime 
not normal...

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“The broken pieces of our heart like shards of glass are difficult to be glued up. It needs great care and craftsmanship to mend it.”...

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"Broken families beget culprits, and late remorse can never set things right"
~ By Poet.

Scenes reel back casting dark shadows,
Of the fated day I had to...

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When Madoc roamed these waters,
Aye, fair Madoc of the seas,
I sailed with him, First Mate was I,
We sailed the outer lees.
And to these Emerald Seas...

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" Imagine a place where there is beauty, bliss and plentifulness for all. It is nothing short of utopia. Though we are far from realizing...

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It's mid-summer again with its mild and moist morning,
Soon whisked away by the mid-day sizzling breeze.
The gorgeous wildflower drinks of the sun's offering,
While butterflies sip...

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"The Sleeper and The Supernaturalist"


The Sleeper
shone as she walked 
through the Woods

shining alive 
like nothing
natural could

caught 
in the moonlight 
unaware

the innocent
red-caped roses stared
the trees whispered,

"beware,...

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How often have we trekked this place,
along its ancient, narrow trace;
to feel the pale sun's trickling rays
that mark the passing of the days.
We trod near...

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State of the Art (III)

These are my "ars poetica" poems: the ones about the art and craft of writing poetry in a modern world that...

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I speak native tongue
From the lees heart of
The keg and palm tree
In the kukuruku forest
To be suffuse with 
The spirit of Anwu.

Dum dum gbidi gbom
Basks...

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Awe but man! She is a looker!
Don’t know if she’s someone’s honey,
Or a chargin’ hooker.

She’s struttin’ her stuff down town in her Lees,
jeans so tight,...

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Where is the love? Where is the hugs?
It's a family meltdown, disturbingly so.
Adult children who think life is all about them.
Pent up emotions, anger and...

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Feelings of my heart, pouring like a foss
To the queen goddess of Pothos and Himeros
Before her alluring reflection I’m nak’d
My bones, flesh consum’d and spirit...

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I melt into the plural sky
its rippling tableaus of tomorrow
underneath open light waves 
see-saws the labyrinth
like Delphi tendrils crossing channels 
all the changing faces played
automatic,...

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DIE THE DEATH!
(Dona eis requiem sempiternam)

Die the death and transcend vanity
O poor vernal flesh and bone,
Waned out of this primal valley
And sink like the moon...

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