Long Leonine Poems

“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 
reminding them of stories 
they are eventually, all souls

book-marked 
tagged...

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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 ear and draw your heart near;
my words might seer, but...

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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 on anyone’s mind. 

For some, the edicts lash; they mercilessly...

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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 eye remains
genuine to see 
evermore clearly
the truth of light

words from...

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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 red apples for eating the shining

listen to the sound of...

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In Elysian Heights, Room 8 stands strong, 
as a blessed place for a furlong purrloin whisk-along a ride-along comforting face,
where memories of childhood days belong,
a classmate, a friend, roommate_in our youthful race, ("Room 8") was...

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Africa does not belong to the West.
 Its raw materials do not belong to the West.
 The banana republics of French-speaking Africa do not belong to France.
 African immigration cannot be criminalized in the country...

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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 Disney World. Every day is a struggle for survival. A...

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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 sapient, 
strange little creatures
of large stature visiting,
just like
I am, 
visiting,
that...

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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 me fables and legends of old;
all the enchanted stories.
Find something...

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Is my family is like a mini zoo?                           ...

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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 silver glow…
I sit with my knees clasped, in silence, and...

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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 halls of high school
I thought it was cool, even back...

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old enoch goggleyed and goatbearded
strolling with a jealous god
under a silksilver sun
beneath a stonewashed cotton sky
stopped
sighed
tugged at his rusty sackcloth toga
trailed a barebrown
caloused big toe through
the ochre coloured sand
stung a split nail on a surprised...

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Maybe it was the way her lips pouted so -
Full and inviting beneath vacant eyes;
Perhaps it was the leonine way she strolled,
Like a beast without mind,
All power, proud but unreflective.

More likely, though, it was 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 can ever reprieve..."  And how
on a small balcony in...

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Mother, a woman, extremely unique
was a regal, leonine persona.
Wise were her many parenting techniques
and she didn’t allow any drama.

Mom and I had a good relationship
mainly because I was her only child.
Sometimes it was more like...

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With his leonine face,
Young for his age,
A little unsteadily he
Climbs onto the stage,
Adjusts the microphone 
From his special chair
Benevolently regarding us
All eagerly waiting there. 

A raconteur, a story teller, 
He explains his song choice
Then holds...

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While looking up into the blackness; past this now leafless canopy
Fires are simply burning; within their own realms of infinity
Wonderous twinkling is intertwined in the branches repeatedly
It is hard to believe this basic beauty gave...

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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 of ease sublimely fair.
You may think he’s just a cat,
But...

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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 crooked root, a tree
With twisted arms in triangles
Where the fruits...

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