Best Leonine Poems

A Leonine Moment 

Yellow lion teeth like petals of love 
I picked in the green savannah grass,
it had just stopped raining and pearls, 
as glass...

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In the night I saw light,
it was you and we flew;
over the trees on the breeze,
till the 'morn was new borne;
and I kissed love...

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“The God Complex”



His face imprinted 
hidden under layers of ink
he whispers his words

like a haunting breeze
dust blown off the pages
towards the back of their minds

once-in-a-while...

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Leonine, with whispy fur,
So soft it’d make a human purr.
Squinty eyes and button nose,
no stranger to a model’s pose.
Stalks the halls of Sarah’s lair,
a life...

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"Living"

That one-eyed god, 
that strange god
the colour of the sun,
leonine, speaks 
in strange ways to me, 
waking me up
purring seductively,
message received
obliquely through 
the smaller 
sentient...

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"Brave Heart"



O what Leonine love
could sway 
iron clad heart
to move closer 

reflection 
watches stealth like
under cover 
kneads softly 

some kind need 
from altered
genuflection
wrong gone right

an...

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What are words other than coffin nails be?
Who does it belong to when it rails me?
An empty vessel at best that bails thee.

Lend me your...

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"Sitting with Koans" 

Zazen sits zafu'd in the zendo
with the poetic monkey minds
echoing the sound of two hands clapping
producing sound bites bitten like Botticelli reprising
polishing...

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In the night, I hear the gentle sighing of my heart, 
A lullaby drowned out by sunlight, 
And only brought to life by the moon’s...

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Hi biscuit, you’re mighty and cute
So acute in hearing that I’m spearing fruit
Perhaps you didn’t know, I’ve lived in the South…too.
Entertained a name in the...

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You must remember this, the way the young French waiter
pronounced her name, Sarah Vog-gan
singing "April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom,
This is a feeling, No one...

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Give me an idea that I can use
and built on for the future.
Run through my mind and find something kind
overlooked to help me to endure.

Give...

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Not even sure if I'll keep this, just posting it to show off I'm still around...ish. 
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Triangular Trees


In the lands of the red maps
Grows a...

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A morning bustles with activity. Folks go about their day, including a Siamese cat creeping past the sidewalk. But appearances are deceiving. This place isn't...

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The root word for religion is not kind – 
Latin verb that means to tie or to bind – 
as it tends to play tricks...

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