Leonell Echa – Page 130 – THE LIBRARY (EB)

Leonell EchaJuly 24, 2017

Life calls forth with the sun. It’s like the wind singing to the day healing all decay to make things new. Like fresh seeds birthingー Life. Ruddapoet ================================ I Know a Library That remains locked- Her books are dreaded. Those who have read will unlock these locks If open Their minds Be. Leonell ===================================== White […]

Leonell EchaJuly 23, 2017

Dear Emeli, Before your architect comes to build Let me be here to hem, To sew you something to add to your dress An accessory maybe, to hold together your heart’s fences and pick her fallen blocks. The air won’t be the only means to travel Sometimes we could maybe walk Our solutions are not […]

Leonell EchaJuly 23, 2017

Asleep, We swim steeply and deep For answers beyond reap. Questions pop up more and more. Our will broken. One gone, then another. One more And we’ll give up on the war. Two gone, three left, Holding the fiery pot of poetry with deft, Ink squiggling thoughtful answers as weft Woven beautifully to seal the […]

Leonell EchaJuly 21, 2017

From all the letters I had the stage after picking through every page. There was patience winking at repetition. I phased out on fatigue chewed humor lines I said some parts louder. One character looked like mother always patting my anger, food served in a play Eaten in my thoughts but swallowed by satire. Yes […]

Leonell EchaJuly 20, 2017

For little birds that gather tiny sticks, Their nests will become an entire tree. For masons who endure in piling bricks Their neighborhood would ask them for a key. These tunnels branch into kaleidoscope. The rainbow can’t rain a single color. A weak thread is just a lingering rope, The face worn on a badly […]

Leonell EchaJuly 20, 2017

A woman of steel; Love, emotions, her feel. Hard on the outside, tender within. Her voice, the sound of a violin. Not indulgent, masked austere and scolds.This beauty’s her seal. Responsibilities; her neck chains a mighty wheel. “Lessen your burden,” I hence appeal. She frames my thoughts and catches my tears before they begin. In […]

Leonell EchaJuly 19, 2017

There is this thing I find my self immersed in Bringing bones, blood, spirit and soul within. Chimes and bags, rattles and slams, lifting me to a higher ground. Tit or tat, this or that, this is where I am held bound. With notes like the rumble of the sea when the moon has found […]

Leonell EchaJuly 19, 2017

I feel a little off randomly upturned, my stomach talks when I walk or when I run or when I’m in a car my head spins A tyre wheels round and round I travel sick sick and blue Blue skies down Queasy growls My hands tried to hold the spinning wall my nose picks thick […]

Leonell EchaJuly 19, 2017

Have you ever wondered Why monkeys often hop? How they can walk and hop altogether Perfectly nonstop? Oh, how suiting it is to anchor Our boast head-level So as to extinguish flamy rancor And deny failure a bevel. Endure the filthy Of a bitter truth For the asininity That goes with truthful lies are uncouth. […]

Leonell EchaJuly 19, 2017

Some time ago by the ocean of this time It was at that time, during the rain, A maiden was served as curry and thyme. Her name would later ease my pain And this maiden will come with a radiant smile It will shine my night and calm my vein. When I was a kid, […]

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Poetry: My Music.

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The Good Society

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Seeds

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The Good Society

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