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Details | Rhyme | Life As a Mouse How immense the moon for little mouse, who runs along the side of little house, who gnaws his secret way, who eats his crumbs each day, who toils for each buffet for kids and spouse. How intense, his life upon this earth, and it's been like this since his very birth. In shadows he must hide. Of cats he's petrified. Danger disqualified for glimpse of mirth.

Details | Free verse | Kite on a tree “Do you want to fly a kite?” My curious eyes said yes. He took me to the rooftop, handed me the spool — and there it flew. High in the sky, almost invisible to our eyes. The kite sought destiny amidst the clouds, while strong winds whispered secrets it never knew. Slowing down its pace, descending from its height, bringing an end to its beautiful flight. Now the kite clings to a branch by the street, beside a blue ranch — for kids to try grabbing it with glee, for passing birds to see and wonder what the story could be behind the kite stuck on a tree.

Details | Free verse | The Missing Smile There Once was a smile on my face but it has been erased. Why? you may ask. Why? I do not quite know, someone broke my heart I was told. But I really don't know why my smile has went away. I miss it very much...I wish it had stayed. For days it has been missing. I've searched but can not find. I even put a picture of it online and a reward if anyone should find. But it's been so long since I've seen it I fear it must have died. But I must try and find it before I go back to school, for what will the kids say if I come back with such a gloom. But now the day's almost over and I slowly look up to see my missing smile smiling back at me. :)

Details | Rhyme | Simple Man I’m a simple man In a simple world Living a simple life Loving a simple girl Simplicity such A wonderful thing Got a simple heart That wants to sing So every day When I get up I simply turn on That simple stuff It’s the simple things In life for me Because simple things Are always free I love to mingle I’m kind and gentle Have a heart of gold That likes to giggle Have a simple smile Like a crocodile And I dress so smart With simple style So every day When I get up I simply turn on That simple stuff It’s the simple things In life for me The simple things Just set you free I have a simple home With simple style A simple garden Flowers worthwhile Simplicity is such A beautiful thing Have a simple heart That wants to sing I’m a simple man With a simple heart Love a simple wife Cause she’s simply smart Live in a simple town In a simple way With our simple kids That are simply great So every day when we get up We simply turn on That simple stuff It’s the simple things In life for us Those simple things You can simply trust © Copyright K.C.Leake 15th November 2015 All Rights Reserved

Details | Personification | Scarecrow Scarecrow You'll find me in paddy fields and gardens; even on front porches. I'm a decoy, as lonely as can be. I look frozen in time, mimicking Jesus crucified on the cross, but I swear I mean no disrespect, you religious zealots! Blame farmers and gardeners! They make me look this way! They live to humiliate me; dressing me up like a ragamuffin, stuffing straw inside my coveralls, placing a dumb-looking hat atop my head; you name it! Yes, I know I look ridiculous. I wish I'd put my perennially outstretched arms down. Don't be scared of me, kids, I speak no evil I don't speak at all, and I do not harm anything that breathes air Yet you humans choose to avoid me like the plague but come Halloween, you all love me for just a day! Go figure. Yeah, I see some of you staring at me, chuckling; whispering amongst yourselves about me having no brain in the "Wizard of Oz" movie. In my defense, It was a misrepresentation! I don't speak, but I'm not that dumb! I know how to do my thankless job and do it well. I scare off all the birds that peck at newly cast seeds of growing crops, don't I? Not so brainless now, am I? Date written: 05/15/2020

Details | Political Verse | Working Class I. Daybreak what glint of morning is this where the rusty bloom of chain link fences cuts the turf of rowhouses the weeds still talk with the legs of crickets as the post-dawn moon fades like a bubble here the old Norges and RCAs the transmissions extracted like tongues make tombstones in the yard the scattered habits of a mechanic early chests exhale crankshafts turn Chevrolets on storm are fused to the moment breaking thunder from the curb II. Kids dirt streaked all our bellies were round dirt streaked consulting our nerves with wide open lungs dirt streaked we all ate dirt dug tunnels played trucks dirt streaked the swing set whistled rocking hard in the recesses of an afternoon III. Locked the day lost in some file of physical laws was locked like the hands of the typist locked like beer cans on the porch where a laborer reads want ads fixed like the eyes of the police it’s why chained dogs never stop barking why housewives keep doing their laundry IV. Production nothing to lose come welders with your brilliant rods disarm the dark where the cracks of hell leak out come secretaries run with the wolves again* migrant workers sing the bosses don’t know the words for the prints of innocent men still grip the prison walls the halls of high schools still murder the breath of the original cab drivers pocket the secrets of Washington coal miners dig loose the words hiding under Kentucky the graveyard shift will begin when the city simmers the pot of a quiet army let them tell no loss but the threat of collectors no loss but the sweat of your palms * Taken from an old folktale Published Black Buzzard Press 1982