Best Leonard Poems

Standing before the microphone,
blank faces stare from cushioned chairs
Jewels sparkle, acting like they’re real,
while bow ties just seem sad…it happens

Marching to the beat of clicking heels,
unbuttoned vests as strange eclipsed spotlights
illumine smoke swirls in overhead rafters 
flowing from my ember’d fingertips

And my hair is a...

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The End of Love

A secret grief rips apart all that was
Slaves to the sexual caresses of time
Stallions in black gallop gallantly in fields
Of spring full wishes
Thou seeith the birth of love
Naked hopes surrounded by sweet perfumes
Seduced by the gods or by demon fools


Dancing, towards our...

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There was a Starship Enterprise,
It was the ruler of the skies,
But you don't really care for sci-fi, do you?
With Captain Kirk
And Mr Spock
And don’t forget the trademark jock,
And there upon the bridge you’ll find Uhura

Oh Uhura, Oh Uhura 
Oh Uhura, Oh Uhura

You’ll find Bones Macoy...

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Leonard Nimoy (Mr Spock),
His music career quite ad hoc,
Sang of Bilbo in sixty eight,
With his fringe still Vulcan straight....

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If I was Leonard Nimoy I would rush about the place, 
I would hold my long pointy fingers in front of me as I sprang from door to door,
My pointy boots deftly propelling me from shadow to shadow my pointy ears sleek in the dark,
I...

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Born in 1874 Sir Winston Leonard Spencer-Churchill 
Nicknamed Winnie, with a Bulldog spirit ~ resembled my Bulldog Bill
In thinking time sat on his ‘Throne’, Lord Privy Seal rang Winston’s phone   
Yelling his retort said, ‘Tell him I can only deal ~ with one...

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You who transcend the shallow depths
Of commercial rants and ravings
You who labour, out of love
To satisfy your honourable cravings

Though some of you have fallen
At the alter that you serve
And further true, that so few of you
Have found what you deserve

For to be what you are...

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I will rise when my People return. 

With hard eyes,
clinched fists,
and a cold heart. 

I will paint myself for war.  

With feathers tied in my hair.  
Scarified and singing of the old days. 
A whistle and blood for the old ways.  

I...

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I have an illustrious dream,
     want to be Leonard 
          Cohen's gypsy wife, 
he's kissing my lips on
    Boogie Street,
impetuously we dance
    to the end of...

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Darkly touching at the soul for a pulse
Painting sordid affairs with shy lovers
Simple strung elegance meant to engulf
Voyeurs drawn into satiny covers

Deep soft chanting, contrasted by crying
Expertly picking out exalted chords
Selections of angels underlying
Electronic organs ring for the Lord

Examining forms from bleaker futures
Through crystallized visions...

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I like Mr Leonard 
for having the courage
to say that 
he doesn’t know.

For asking the questions
and getting some answers,
though some questions
might have been wrong.

I like Mr Leonard 
for taking us places,
down by the river,
 up Tower of Song.

For showing us people
who may be half crazy,
at...

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House of Leonard

I gave my legs to a flag with a blood marrow spoon
You blurred a moment of truth with your dying baboon

I swam the oceans of funk to get a soul full of bone
You asked a priest for a gun to practice panic alone

I...

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Topsy-turvy seems so
well, it seems so cute
relentlessly cute
saccharin cute.

Until and unless you're in it
and then, well then the 
belly comes to regard
its place in you as
something less than
...certain.

Topsy-turvy, ugh
abounding now
injured this, and angry he
fractured that, and we less she
ugh

pitchforks are being sharpened
and eyes are narrowing
the...

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Sir Winston Leonard Spencer-Churchill
a Prime Minister with many a skill.
Though his ideals by some were not favoured,
his victories by many were savoured.
...

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I have not prayed enough to be like you,
I have not loved enough to write like you.
The night is my god, stars my angels
I'll never touch,
while the darkness that hides in my pockets
my lover, but we may speak to one another
in the ten minute afterlife...

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