Writing and Reading

[*Leo the Lioness*]

post poems and stuff in here..........anything at all, verses, excerpts, short stories......anything that moves ya......*G

[R@@@nt In E~Minor]

O make me a mask

O make me a mask and a wall to shut from your spies of the sharp, enamelled eyes and the spectacled claws rape and rebellion in the nurseries of the face,
Gag of a dumbstruck tree to block from bare enemies the bayonet tongue in this undefended prayerpiece,
The present mouth and the sweetly blown trumpet of lies,
Shaped in old armour and oak the countenance of a dunce to sheild the glistening brain and blunt the examiners and tear stained widower grief drooped from the lashes to veil belladonna and let dry eyes perceive,
Others betray the lamenting lies of their losses by the curve of the mouth or the laugh up the sleeve

[R@@@nt In E~Minor]

A funny one


The pros and cons of superstardom

Where is my leopardskin stretch limousine?
Where is the stuff of my star-studded dream?
Where is my villa in the south of France?
Where are all those sexy girls who meet me just by chance?
Where is the Arab steed I ride across the beach?
Where are the keys to my Bentley Corniche?
Where are the parties by the giant-sized pool?
Where are all my newfound friends who tell me I'm just so cool?
Where are the charities knocking at my door?
Where are the Dobermans to keep away the poor?
Where is my castle in Beverley Hills?
Where is my drawer full of purple sleeping pills?
Where is my bitter and twisted biographer?
Where are the bushes containing photographers?
Where is the stalker who lurks in the park?
Where is my fear of being left in the dark?
Where's my gerbil?
Where's my hamster?
Where's my guru?
Where's my mantra?
Where's my neurosis?
Where's my psychosis?
Where is my strange and dysfunctional child?

Murray Lachlan Young

[Më£ïñÐa]

!!WoW!!

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[*Leo the Lioness*]

cool *G

this is from a woman i'm reading right now.....


Mother's Day

Before I was born
my mother
loved me

Before I knew my name
I loved
my mother

Before I knew
I didn't know
my mother knew

Before I knew
my daughter
I loved her

Before she spoke
my name
she needed me

Before my mother
knew me
she knew her mother

Before my daughter
loved my mother
my mother was born

Before my mother
knew her mother
her mother was born

Before my mother
I am nothing
but love waiting

Before my mother
loved me
I did not exist.

[*Leo the Lioness*]

now this woman comes from NYC, is a mother and writes about being a woman, a mom, and lots of things......

before i bought her book, which that poem comes from, i wrote this for my daughter......

my dream
stroking the tight womb
i felt your small body move

my angel
sleeping in an ocean of love
i felt your life force

my precious
tensed up in primal agony
i felt you leave me

my baby
kissing your soft, warm head
i feel your helplessness

my child
holding your tiny hand
i feel our souls entwining

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neat huh?

[*Leo the Lioness*]

i keep re-reading that Mask one, Rant....

[*Leo the Lioness*]

Art is watching his hands
as he carves the skin off an apple
long, slim fingers
supple, masculine, narrow,
well-toned wrists and smooth palms -
graceful poses his fingers display
as he holds the knife in one
while the other carefully, yet
fimly caresses the fruit with authority
the motions his hands make
hold your eyes
eventually creeps into your thoughts
til you realize there is nothing sweeter
than the sight of this man's tender hands

[Blanca]

this is a poem , I wrote in memory of my infant neice who passed away.........
this poem has recently been published , by the international library of poetry and appears in an anthology called
Chorus of the Souls
*proud grin*


Playground

Peeking in and out, like the sun behind the clouds
Are my memories of you, never few, without a doubt.

The beams of light, they reach the land
like a stairway to climb, a path to another land.

I choose to follow a leaf on the wind, as it dances on ends
I dream of you, and what could have been.

Intrigued by the dance, I follow with blind
I walk to the light, this is my time.

Covering my eyes, with knees to the ground,
My head hangs low, no longer a sound.

Just within my reach is where you are
You'll never be closer; for this I am scarred.

As the clouds come together, the wind sets still.
I still have not touched you , I know I never will.

I will take this walk each and every day,
And know this is the place my angel likes to play.

[Blanca]

this is well ....self explanatory ....*S*


My Last Day of Purity


March 5 1993 what a night for you and me.
You held me in your warm embrace,
I was unsure til I read you desiring face.
I had doubt and began to cease,
and then held faith that this would soon please.
A night of passion and infamous fire,
I fell in love all out of desire.
I'll never regret the times that we shared,
I'll never forget how much you once cared.
And so my love what I say is true,
Theres a place in my heart saved just for you.