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Leighton Elliott Poem
Why do I love her? I can’t count on toes
And fingers like how Browning could not bear.
Nothing but Trouble- she seems not to care
About my Fatigue, my friends, or my foes.
Anxiety lurks- I shake when she goes.
Nervousness lingers- blankly not I stare.
She’s not here, she’s not nice; Life is not Fair!
Why do I love her from feet above nose?
Why? The answer scurries across the mind!
Pen I the insight: You’re beautiful; I
Love you is unsuitable. And those eyes!
Time, Space has seen none worthier than thy!
-Subfusc. Memories always can I find.
Cerebrum sees no snow; Heart holds all ties.
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Leighton Elliott Poem
Diversity reversibly words verses so vividly;
It switches the pitches and the stitches of our images.
It’s not exact, nor compact in a disk like the bone of a back.
It’s not alliances, nor compliances with every Law from Mount Zion.
And it’s not uniformity, nor conformity to the torn and uninformed world’s formed formality.
But it’s love and it’s hate:
Benevolence, malevolence, and differences toward each other’s pencils and stencils.
It’s Toontown’s toons’ tones tuning to the max and to the minimum.
It’s robbers who bob dollars to top off their pockets’ wallets,
Like Rockerfellar, Penn and Teller, so clever in their endeavors:
Business affiliates who steal to fill their wanting will.
And it’s hard-workers jerkin’ tears, lurkin’ in corn and cotton fields for years,
Stacked packed more than black or white, but a fight to abide by and die
Until the world sees gray shades.
Diversity We are.
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I’ll write tonight;
Yes, I might write to night.
Subjects, matters, situations: who cares,
I’ll write, maybe, to fight the tears,
To fight the fears, I’ll write, for our foreign affairs.
I’ll write, in spite, of my insomniac tears,
To bite the ears like Tyson on Holyfield’s;
To incite the fire – within – light up the Darkness.
God gave us the vision to – light up the Darkness.
Thus, I’ll write tonight, to night, for might to fight, bite, incite, and –
Light up the Darkness.
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Leighton Elliott Poem
Like two months dating without the first
Or an incense without a vivid essence,
Or Mrs. Nolan without the teacher’s edition,
All is two but one.
Like a teen who taunts not her parents,
Or a flamer who flips not his hips,
Or a rat who runs not in a relic residence,
All is two but one.
Like a beautiful forest minus trees,
Or a sting minus the bees,
Or a private school minus the fees,
All is two but one.
You see my point presented to you-
Voodoo may do doo doo but who knew I’d love you the way I do?
Like a magic stick picked and flicked
Upon two friends then bends and mends lovers unmatched!
You and Me
Is One so free
To do the deeds
That we please
And like the flea
We will never be
Two; but One
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Leighton Elliott Poem
My mind hurts, what are You to Me?
My mouth blurts, it mumbles; what are these thoughts thinking of thy?
In peculiar ways, you’re stunning, never a bore, you “straight fly”; to die
I would, to save those brown eyes.
No one else may realize, but you kill or create me at all times.
When you’re with me, the clock turns rapidly, I’m living.
All seconds away turn to days; life lives deadly, slowly, vapidly.
A need more than a desire- you must stand by my side.
Without you to abide by, how would I survive?
The aches continue; I require a nurse
But you’re the only love potion to aid me to the next verse
My very existence rots waiting for you to open that door
Please come, I pray; You to Me est plus que cet amour.
You to Me determines life or death.
You to Me is whether I’ll grasp another breath.
You direct my destiny; allow me to endure.
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