Politics – THE LIBRARY (EB)

Leonell EchaJune 2, 2017

Oh yea Elephant of the sky whose ears flap around its shadow. I hail thee, demon of the night whose shade is intimate with the ground. How ugly you look closer but so beautiful from afar. I love your whispers more it becomes fragments of words at night. Oh yea great Elephant how you look […]

Leonell EchaJune 1, 2017

A field of flowers is a colorful sight Some could hide the darkness the way they glow at night: The Night Phlox,Casablanca Lily,Evening Promise,Angels Trumpet This picture promise is announced by a retiring sunset As she welcomes the lure of the night, a cavalier. A field of flowers is a colorful light- A disorganized splash […]

Leonell EchaMay 31, 2017

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One day had a poem knitted in scary silence, until noon broke the hush of this blurry silence. Scattering the fragments of whispers in day, in raging questions they are on a stormy silence. Twice I called the moon to their thoughts, but all in a word was liquid of teary’ silence. The dead life […]

Leonell EchaMay 30, 2017

One more word and she was wan Two minutes is all it took, the tension grew Three burns then three kisses, obeying love’s decree Four full moons, these bruises must score Five fingers folded into a fist, we fought for love’s live Six pants and six sighs, there’s nothing a French kiss cannot fix Seven […]

Leonell EchaMay 29, 2017

In my mind it plays Humming silently for days Mind, hand, pen and paper contravene Maybe they settle under morning rays As events unfold Memory mind holds Words come to form Eyes closed to bask Imagery the norm Distant chirp, warm Honking horns, serene Leaves in alphabet mask Muse can’t be contained in a cask […]

Leonell EchaMay 27, 2017

The walls of these knees are cracked …[T]urning into debris. The eyes that these hills attract, The tears are begging to be free Here is the place my voice stood Humming songs of shame Helping a belief in falsehood Hoping heaven would remember my name. Evening passed and the morning died Exacting same pain Every […]

Leonell EchaMay 26, 2017

On an arid settlement on my tongue Is a land where good grazing takes too long Beneath its sand, clay and silt Are stones making routes unbuilt… Growing greens too pale to leave in this wong. The same is told of love, life and living How deep we do fall is partly fleeting We tend […]

Leonell EchaMay 25, 2017

Drifting in and out of nature through the slippery hands of time, she held her hopes in a yellow texture waiting for the bells to chime. Out of the grey bowl of nothing her thoughts became closer to her than me, I was tied in her head not to be free even if my cracks […]

Leonell EchaMay 24, 2017

A story told by the tongue Of how a diluted water changes it sound Wore a sweet face,with a sour shirt. Dancing and wining on a different ground Quarreling with sweet and bitter tastes. On same tongue a sour taste was found Remember the water that was turned into wine? In it midst this poem […]

Leonell EchaMay 23, 2017

The shore was asked what it was living for Was it love for the sea or was there more: The touch of water lillies Or caress from the sun’s seas? Is this why it remained ashore for sure? The water is friend and enemy too It has displaced the siblings of a few. Now memory […]

Poetry: A song for the Sun

Poetry: A Field of Flowers

Poetry: 5 Stanzas

Poetry: Love at First Fight

Poetry: A Song I Never Wrote

Read: Stranded Prayers | Leonell Echa

Poetry: Shallow Waters!

Poetry: Warm Blankets

Poetry: Sour Wine

Poetry: Sand In The Shoe

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The Good Society

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