|
Details |
Leileah Kasperyan Poem
He had a few drinks the night before,
enough to mistake the waiter for a door.
T'would help him remember
he thought to himself,
the fun to be had in the coming of day.
He'd married a Madame
with her perfumes and pearls,
a painted smile
as he watched her walk
with first one foot
and then the next,
stepping in time to his funeral march.
They'd promised forever in those very same rooms,
with their sad yellow curtains and broken blooms.
This could have been a wedding
there were vows to make-
I, Harold, un-take June as my wife,
for better, not worse,
for richer not poorer.
With his eyes on her profile
he thought to himself
that she'd never looked more radiant
than she did today.
A few odd words and then it was done,
all i's were dotted
and the t's crossed
to pronounce them completely
un-manned and de-wifed.
“Fancy some lunch at The Ritz, my love?"
“Alright then, darling. You drive.”
Copyright © Leileah Kasperyan | Year Posted 2016
|
Details |
Leileah Kasperyan Poem
Fragile
humanity.
Haunted by a world of
divisive 'isms' and phobia,
Struggling
to find a voice, aching to live.
The gentle embrace of
a child. Sweet hope
takes wing.
*'isms' - things like racism, sexism, consumerism, cannibalism... the list can be extensive.
2.12.2016
Copyright © Leileah Kasperyan | Year Posted 2016
|
Details |
Leileah Kasperyan Poem
Silky
smooth satin skin.
Fluid, graceful movements
as you pour hot milky coffee
into
a cup, that soft smile on your lips.
Still half asleep, I spill
your coffee on
my lap.
Copyright © Leileah Kasperyan | Year Posted 2016
|
Details |
Leileah Kasperyan Poem
On
a cold
autumn eve,
playful fingers
tangled, soft and shy.
The smell of hot chestnuts
wafted through the milling crowd,
a promise of comfort and warmth.
We watched, you and I, the skies explode
as rockets declared their secret desires.
Catherine wheels danced a dizzying response
while the bang of crackerjacks echoed,
spilling smoke quick into the night.
"Penny for the guy?", they cried.
Sparklers lit, searching lips,
the most tender touch.
We kissed, my heart
reflected
in your
eyes.
Date: 25.11.2016
*There is no category for a double etheree that I could see.
Copyright © Leileah Kasperyan | Year Posted 2016
|
Details |
Leileah Kasperyan Poem
A shiny silver spoon reflects
pale light from the waning moon.
Sunrays illuminate my eyes.
21.12.2016
Copyright © Leileah Kasperyan | Year Posted 2016
|
Details |
Leileah Kasperyan Poem
Perched astride his most gallant metal steed,
the young lad dreamed of horses, knights and speed.
The golden moon blessed him with gentle rays,
heart softened by the burdens he would face.
A calm moonlit lake revealed to his eyes,
reflection betraying a wondrous guise.
Upon its banks stood a marvel in white,
gorgeous, magnificent creature of light.
He stared at the creature, its eyes held fast
locked on to each other, a spell was cast.
Leaning to touch it on a sudden whim,
It raised a hoof too; the creature was him.
With a neigh of glee he clattered away
wheeling and prancing and dancing in play.
Tossing his mane, he reared up to the sky,
a thing of stark beauty, nimble and spry.
Something watched him from the top of a tree,
silent and deadly, a thing wild and free.
It landed before him, light on its feet,
a mighty dragon, his heart missed a beat.
A rumbling voice echoed within his ears,
Bidding sweet welcome and calming dark fears.
Night's hidden world exploded into life
with excitement and joy, pleasure ran rife.
Out crept pixies, goblins, dryads, fairies,
mermaids and centaurs, satyrs and brownies
The world spun with colours so rich and deep,
in rhythmic beats till the boy fell asleep.
His mum found him dozing by the window,
a smile on his lips, his face was aglow.
Wheeling his chair off, she helped him to bed,
tucking him in with a kiss on his head.
21.12.2016
Copyright © Leileah Kasperyan | Year Posted 2016
|
Details |
Leileah Kasperyan Poem
Regret,
all-consuming
memory of failure,
knife twisting in a broken heart.
Fading
softly to fragile acceptance,
glimmer of gentle hope.
Life was meant for
living.
Response to "Every day is a page to write a new story"
18.12.2016
Copyright © Leileah Kasperyan | Year Posted 2016
|
Details |
Leileah Kasperyan Poem
I would like to remember
what it feels like to dance,
as I shuffle through streets
devoid of romance.
Shimmying and shaking
Grooving and gyrating
Wriggling and waggling
Bopping and banging.
Perhaps I will discover
the rhythm of soul,
the flow of jazz,
the moves of funk.
I may find hip-hop
stomping on a street,
or run into ballet
bouncing to the beat.
Ballroom might chacha
while swinging with salsa.
Foxtrot might samba
while rocking with rumba
I would love to spend
the coming year
dancing around people
without any fear.
Dancing with myself
16.12.2016
Copyright © Leileah Kasperyan | Year Posted 2016
|
Details |
Leileah Kasperyan Poem
Wandering feet never do know respite,
for wander they must, far as they might.
An unintended consequence,
husband, child, white picket fence.
There are places to be,
wondrous sights to see.
My restless soul,
never whole.
Scars made,
fade.
Copyright © Leileah Kasperyan | Year Posted 2016
|
Details |
Leileah Kasperyan Poem
Life is slow in these lonely mountains,
silence echoes the passing of time.
An infant brook sings soothing music,
to sleeping children left in its care.
Old men plow their lonely fields, mumbling
prayerful pleas at capricious gods.
Their wives tend to the fires of home, they
scour steep banks to gather broken wood.
Young men leave on that lonely journey,
and follow the stream down to the plains.
The lazy river tells them stories
of life on their mountains far away.
Copyright © Leileah Kasperyan | Year Posted 2016
|
|