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Leonard Taormina Poem
We have been riding for ever so long;
Now our search for our freedom seems to be gone.
We only took; of that which we need;
And we had no tricks; hidden there up our sleeve.
For me it began when the banker came round;
And my daddy's ranch; was burned to the ground.
We were all wanted, with a price on our heads;
And we hoped if they found us, we’d fight till we're dead.
We lived life as outlaws, with weapons at hand;
And if time comes for hanging, we'll die like a man.
But we’re not alone, there are others around;
They're not hard to notice, they’re wearing a frown.
So they're building our gallows, nail by nail;
And we think hard about it, here in this jail.
But we made our choices; and then we got caught;
Yet we lived life as free men, never owned never bought.
From the view out the window, it's people I see;
They're tipping their hats; and smiling at me.
We may be convicted, but we're not disgraced;
And you won't see a tear, running down from our face.
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So they plan to kill us, but our kind will not end;
There's cowboy’s now out there; who'll ride once again.
Me and the boys, we ran out of time;
But there will be others that come down the line.
So To all of you worms; who crawl in the dung;
You'll never stop hearing, the songs that we've sung.
You're hoping to change us, or get rid of us all;
But if we all ride as free men, perhaps you will fall.
Copyright © Leonard Taormina | Year Posted 2007
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Leonard Taormina Poem
MRS. CATHY NEEDS SOME SNOW
I called up the thunder; I called up the rain;
I left a message; and gave them your name.
I left a deposit; at Your Rent to Own;
As soon as they get some; they'll deliver it home.
I e mailed the Governor; with request for some snow;
But nobody answered; they're busy you know.
Frosty the Snowman; says he'll try his best;
To grant you your wishes; for this special request.
I got in my car; and drove in the dark;
To that special place; where angels do hark.
I entered the union; of Unity Hall;
They said they can do it; they'll give you a call.
At Natural Disasters; they all agreed;
They guaranteed me; you'd get what you need.
I yelled up to Heaven; I asked for the boss;
St.Peter then told me; for you there's no cost.
Early this morning; was a knock on my door;
Good God it was Elvis; singing let the snow pour.
Cathy my dearest; worry do not;
Sweet heart I'm on it, with all that I got.
Copyright © Leonard Taormina | Year Posted 2007
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Leonard Taormina Poem
Did I know this dissention might come to be?
Yes I was aware of its probability.
Did that make me any more prepared for the situation?
No I was not nor am I now.
I guess some things are best walked away from;
And you old love must be one of them.
In the hospital cafeteria an old man asked me to sit;
So I did and he talked about his wife dying.
Did somebody send me a vision of coming tomorrows?
Who knows but I can’t go on like this anymore.
I’ve injected, dissected and intertwined many angles;
But inevitably it seems to always come back to here.
As I slowly sink deeper into theses quagmire of depravation;
I seem to have worked my way down from hero to zero.
And my life is hell reflected in slow motion;
As I live out these many fractions of time.
And was it wrong to love you;
The answer escapes me.
And am I sorry now that I did?
I think sometimes I am.
Copyright © Leonard Taormina | Year Posted 2011
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Dark hair blowing
In the winds of hot desire
And dark eyes glowing
Like two diamonds filled with fire.
Dancing to the rhythms;
Well into the night;
Nothing taken most was given
Rocking on till all’s right
Was it accordance?
Or maybe a prelude who’s to know;
But it was certainly fully loaded;
Dangerously speedy but comfortably slow.
Cocktails at the penthouse;
Lights down low
Cat tails swishing
Nothing left to show
Copyright © Leonard Taormina | Year Posted 2012
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Leonard Taormina Poem
She pulls the puppets strings; and as he’s jerking all about;
She throws her voice to make him talk, with his face held in a pout.
He forgets that he’s a puppet; while out there on the stage;
The audience is pleased with him; he’s the up and coming rage.
The puppet sings a love song; with the strings he’s made to dance;
He’s made to speak the saddest words; about his lost romance.
Everybody sighs and giggles; but quietly under breath
They know this is a tragedy; they’re waiting for what’s left.
The puppet thinks he’s living; but the puppeteer don’t care;
She controls what’s going on and in this play there is no fair.
Dancing for the devil; he calls this little act;
Existing in a make believe; there’s nothing more than that.
Every night at bed time; the woman gives a smile;
She pokes him with a fingernail recently just filed.
And with a monotone that’s frigid; she says it’s time to hit the sack;
So she opens up her luggage bag; and then she puts him back.
Copyright © Leonard Taormina | Year Posted 2008
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Expressions of an emptiness clinging to a limb;
Lovers going places few have ever been.
Relationships reflected on, severed or now gone;
But the drummer never stops his beat and life it must go on.
Listening to the quite sounds of a secret lesson sent;
Insisting to remember times that some say came and went.
Floating in the air one breaths lie words that marked the day;
And I will always keep them fresh till I’m gone away.
Copyright © Leonard Taormina | Year Posted 2011
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Wrapped up in a blanket; by a fireplace in her mind
Remembering cozy evenings; 0f banquets once so fine.
Where she held her lover tightly; trying to make it never end;
But time has left her feeling; that it won’t come back again.
While the sparrows cling to bushes; and the doves hide in the eves;
The flocks go to the sanctuary; to pray there on their knees
She remembers being a flyer; soaring through the skies;
But she claims it was so long ago; behind a muffled sigh.
Waken from the day dream; confused she looks around.
A voice floats through the airways; void of any sound;
But there’s no one there beside her; behind or in the front;
So she climbs inside her special room; and there begins to hunt.
She’ll probably never find it; and if she did what could it mean;
It simply could be desperate wishes; that come from hopeless dreams
Copyright © Leonard Taormina | Year Posted 2011
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In that hidden mystery I call my mind;
There are places I seldom go;
It’s in these places that my soul often cries out;
Perhaps in likening to the wolf that howls to the moon
While my heart beats it’s irregular rhythm;
The thought of you consumes me;
And my waking moments;
They are of you and the times we spent together.
And I miss you so much;
And I want so much;
To see that me;
That once reflected in your eyes.
While draped in my shielded cape of invisibility;
I imagine standing before a gap;
I want to jump; but I won’t.
For on the other side is the unknown.
And I remember so clearly;
Your answer when I asked if you liked me was;
“Do I like you; I like you like crazy”
And I loved the sound of that so much.
It turns out it was me;
It’s me that’s crazy.
I was crazy to leave when I did;
I was crazy to have never come back.
We loved spending time together;
And we were together but;
No one owned anyone;
And our obligation was simply to enjoy.
How we ravished each other;
We were as two lone timber wolves;
Filled with desire;
That we burned by the light of the moon.
And I understand now;
The desire to cry out;
For as I look into nights illuminations;
It seems that here, lost dreams must live.
Copyright © Leonard Taormina | Year Posted 2009
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Those well coheres conditions; and acts without restrictions
they're all without admissions; like disease without remission.
Walking all alone; his intentions never known
he seems doomed to be alone; in this world that isn't home.
There are those that may contend; object and recommend
cause wounds that will not mend; praise God and say amen.
Though he can recognize; he will seldom vocalize
for he's seen to many signs; of a better mans demise.
So he keeps it all inside; it's the safest place to hide
so he can minimize; the tears that he must cry.
If any should reach out; you shouldn't blame him for his doubt
don't try to yell and shout; for that's when he will walk out.
It will take a little time; to see what's on his mind
in time you just might find; he's somewhat sweet and kind.
His caution is no stranger; and his love is not a danger
he needs not an arranger; and his love is the remainder.
You might have it if you asked; but don't let it be a task
let it warm you as you bask; and drink from loving flask.
If you should try to hide; the more he'll get inside
so take it all in stride; and he may walk there by your side.
Copyright © Leonard Taormina | Year Posted 2005
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At first he is struck by her beauty and grace;
But then he is puzzled by the look on her face.
The look that she has says just go away;
Don't bother me now it's not a good day.
As the look that he sees slowly slips by;
He thinks he can see her in his minds eye.
She seems held down by rules that boggle her brain;
Trapped in a web known as anger and pain.
A beautiful creature locked in a cage;
She stands alone up on a stage.
She touches his heart he wants to reach out;
But too many improprieties hang all about.
For him to befriend her is a hopeless desire;
So he stands to watch as she sinks in the mire.
He knows he can see her but he acts like he don't;
He wishes he knew her but he knows that he wont.
He's helpless to help her no way to reach out;
Save one simple offer he wished he could shout.
Who ever you are what ever is true;
There is one who noticed, he's looking at you.
Copyright © Leonard Taormina | Year Posted 2005
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