Long Alesia Poems
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My God,
You call us to be faithful--
though we stumble, though I fall short,
do not turn a deaf ear to my prayer.
They came into our country cloaked in deceit,
striking down the innocent.
They took lives not theirs to take,
and now we go to shield the faultless,
while they return our goodness with vileness.
Let Satan chastise their cruelty.
When judgment comes, let the verdict be just.
Let punishment echo the grief they’ve stirred--
widows draped in black for every cur.
I praise You, Yahweh,
for You dwell always in my heart.
Let us not seek vengeance with our hands--
but let the Lord be our retribution.
Alesia Leach © 9/2001
The wind howls through a shattered heart,
broken, shredded, and torn apart.
Innocence never had a chance,
not when evil cast its first glance.
Scarred deep within the soul,
burdened with dreams beyond control.
Skin still quivers from memories dark,
overshadowing even a victory's spark.
They strike with no defense or sign,
eclipsing joy like a shadowed line.
Even from this vast distance,
they haunt with cruel persistence.
A sweet voice still inflicts the pain,
like a dog left tethered to a chain.
Forever they linger in the mind,
resigned to visions they leave behind.
Alesia Leach © 1/2015
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 it’s 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...
because 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!
Alesia Leach © 10/2014
I don’t know why we ever started--
except that it was what you wanted.
But now it is time that I departed,
on a road that I have charted.
I tried to fight and make a stand,
but it’s time to let it rest.
My feelings you didn’t understand,
so moving on is best.
With the rain on the window,
the miles are passing fast.
I keep looking for a rainbow,
but the rain just seems to last.
The days are slowly passing
on my broken dreams.
Though hurt rests everlasting
on this shattered heart, it seems.
I’ll stay on the road I’ve chosen
and face all my fears.
I will not be broken--
I’ve come too far in these years.
Alesia Leach © 9/11/2015
Under a starless sky,
the sails billow in the wind.
Across the deck, surges the tide,
while the ship’s wheel spins.
The wind carries a hypnotic melody,
luring sailors with a passionate plea--
eyes captivated by seductive beauty,
blind to ships broken on the reef.
Long, shining hair in various hues,
green descending scales on their backs,
and lustrous eyes bewitching you,
leaving you oblivious to the trap.
Slowly, sailors inch to the rail,
and then they start to dive.
Others swept away by scaly tails--
but none will see another night.
They kiss you with honeyed lips,
let you inhale their sweet breath,
then entrap you with lovely limbs
and drag you into the deep and death.
Alesia Leach © 10/2014
She sits in silence upon the bed,
hands folded neatly, but with drooping head.
Her gossamer chords, silvery and fair,
float gently through the winter's evening air.
Slowly, his music fills her hollow form
as she waits for him to strum her gossamer chords.
A dancing silhouette, bending to his will--
spiraling, swirling, or capriciously still.
His fingers dance across those gossamer strings
as she silently floats across the floor.
Tirelessly she performs the night through,
never once missing her cue.
As his haunting music begins to fade,
and he slowly turns away,
she slumps back against the bed--
hands folded neatly, but with drooping head.
Alesia Leach © 2/2015
I should be leaving tonight,
but still I sit, wound up tight.
Then I hear your music play--
your hands stroke the keys just right.
And something stirs inside of me,
a pull, a spark, a need to be
entwined with you completely.
Come, dance with me--
my body longs to be free.
Come, let us dance the night away,
moving together in every way.
See how I can’t sit still?
How my skin aches for your thrill?
See this fire in my face--
it burns to feel your warm embrace.
Come, dance with me--
my body longs to be free.
Come, let us dance the night away,
moving together in every way.
Your music makes it hard to think,
and now I’m standing at the brink.
Your melody--my sweet delay,
I’ll never walk away.
So in your arms I’ll stay.
Come, dance with me--
my body longs to be free.
Come, let us dance the night away,
moving together in every way.
Alesia Leach © 9/2014
She sails where the bayou kisses the tide,
a phantom queen with a mournful glide.
The paddle churns, though no hands steer,
and jazz floats faint on a breeze unclear.
Her lanterns burn with a ghostly hue,
casting gold on waters black and blue.
No passengers board, no voices ring--
just whispers soft as a violin string.
The captain’s hat is dust and bone,
his eyes like coals, his soul long gone.
He tips his brim to the moonlit shore,
forever sailing, seeking more.
Beneath her decks are cards and gin,
dice that roll where life wore thin.
The laughter echoes through the years--
a masquerade of silent cheers.
They say she sank in 'twenty-four,
but rose again with something more.
A curse, a pact, or prayer gone wrong--
now midnight is her siren song.
If you hear her horn on a still, dark night,
don’t follow the sound or seek the light.
For once aboard, you’ll never disembark--
your name etched in the ledger of the dark.
Alesia Leach © 4/2025
On this dreadful, stormy night,
beneath a moon hung low,
the wind whispers through the pines,
sending chills down to your soul.
The leaves have all but withered,
the birds have long since flown.
The snakes begin to slither,
the spider’s web full grown.
As the night grows eerily still,
the only sound--a raven’s cry.
Then a shadow streaks the sky,
followed by a frightful shrill.
You want to run away,
but curiosity knows no bounds.
Yet the longer you delay…
you may end up underground.
You near the creepiest of houses,
your heart filled with dread and doubt.
But still you rap--rap, rap, rap!--
and Trick or Treat! you shout.
Happy Halloween!
Alesia Leach © 10/2014
I lift my eyes to the endless sky,
whispering questions to the wind--
why did He call you home so soon,
when your journey had just begun?
But I believe, I truly know,
at Victory Baptist, you found rest,
a place to hear His voice so clear,
to feel His love, to be truly blessed.
Heaven was waiting, arms open wide,
your name was softly called.
He needed you beyond this world,
to leave behind the weight of it all.
If no farewell could cross your lips,
if time refused one last embrace,
know that love still binds your souls,
and one day, they’ll see your face.
So now I kneel, my hands in prayer,
asking God to ease their pain,
to let you stand at Heaven’s gate,
where they will hold you once again.
Alesia Leach © 5/2014