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333 · Nov 2016
Untitled
Leaetta May Nov 2016
Too this wonderful poet
the audacity to write about love
wears his heart on his sleeve.
Come back when you are sober,
come back when you have mended,
come back with adventurous tales
but come back **** it I need you.
315 · May 2015
asleep in the day
Leaetta May May 2015
he holds his head up
after a bob
the baby at his chest
on the couch
legs stretched out straight
baby lying flat downwards
no TV on No one else around

and we caught him
taking a cat nap

the stay at home dad
with one in the bed and one
in his arms
309 · Apr 2017
Still Spring
Leaetta May Apr 2017
striped sky
floating breeze
March winds
play with Spring again
Comes ravishing,
leaves her spent
An on-off relationship.
292 · Nov 2016
glorious morn
Leaetta May Nov 2016
It was glorious, quite a show
All from a kitchen window
Turning round to make some tea
And what came next I did not see
A quick gray thief smudged out the hues
And banished the morning news
289 · Sep 2016
Drought
Leaetta May Sep 2016
It is raining
It comes down to bequeath
and celebrate life.

But it's not natural
I say it is not!
July has been
dry as a bone
last July rain was 1993

It's those planes.
they leave trails that expand.
when their clouds arrive
they hang low and web like
grey and full of chemicals
they seep not condensation
but chemical residue
more like a cataract
Is this OK?

the rain produced,
gangster's *****,
barely quenches
the earth's thirst
we need rain
we need the moisture
we need rain.
thoughts on geo-engineering
278 · Sep 2016
Adieu
Leaetta May Sep 2016
September has kissed
Summer good-bye with cool winds
and rain in the night
277 · Aug 2016
haiku for you
Leaetta May Aug 2016
relentless August
thank goodness for Maple boughs
and venetian blinds
Leaetta May Sep 2018
phil roberts
BABY, LIKE CRAZY

As I lie here
With eyes closed softly
I think deeply of you
And I inhale stars
The scent of twinkling light
So fresh and alive
Sparkling gentle inside me
And I want to write this feeling
So tentatively
As it must be
Like writing words on bubbles
Delicate and precious
Begging them not to disappear
Like dreams in the morning
Hello Phil where ever you are
267 · Dec 2015
A Poem for L
Leaetta May Dec 2015
It just doesn't get easier
It gets harder
To stop the habit
that harms

When it started
and how long
don't matter
when the habit is harm


Unable to confront
the world
crazy, cold and cruel
we harm our lovely lives
For all the poets who suffer the desecration of the flesh.
260 · Apr 2019
Untitled
Leaetta May Apr 2019
Dawn is here
the sky lightens
winds from the heavens
move earth's trees
geese fly calling
fresh day fresh air
new day new hope
257 · May 2016
Reply to the poem, Blame
Leaetta May May 2016
R k  When we are angry and tell someone to go to hell, we forget that we go there with them.
Maybe not the same day....
250 · Apr 2020
another haiku
Leaetta May Apr 2020
glorious dawn
spreading golden light on all
Earth's verdant drama
221 · Mar 2019
Untitled
Leaetta May Mar 2019
Black crow feathers found
Under the huge walnut trees
playground for squirrels
218 · Apr 2015
Untitled
Leaetta May Apr 2015
next to cars and trucks
the silent protester rides
legs turning the wheel
207 · Feb 2020
too many
Leaetta May Feb 2020
I went to the kitchen
hot milk and yeast
to calm me

I climbed up
out of the pit
to get here

giving up
confused
giving up what I know

looking for the ****
of consolation
and safe harbor

I came here
to make sense
of the confusion

my tears coming
from a place new
strange uncharted

Twain is here
maybe Plath
not my Path

searching for
the Sage in me
Is she here?

you tell me
I kid you not there was no salvation but this site. I will buy suns to shine on everyone
204 · Oct 2018
Golden Chores
Leaetta May Oct 2018
I'll stand here at the sink
And have my tea
and sip and think
and let the sun shine
on my hands
and cups and plates and pots and pans
and what a lovely place to be
and thankful that it's all for me

And let the wind come in the door
and through the window
to dry the floor
and when I've hung the clothes outside
I'll sit and wait to take a ride
To share the sunshine's gift to me
That I am happy
as happy can be
188 · Dec 2017
The Maid and I
Leaetta May Dec 2017
The maid brought up my tea
and then sat down to write
She drew my bath
with roses and lavender
then proceeded to climb in
Relaxing her lovely limbs
The Maid is not here today
She took off with the Milkman
Hope he enjoys her services
as much as I did.
Me myself and I.......the maid
171 · Jun 2019
spring
Leaetta May Jun 2019
Spring
green and full.
Hawthornes
lovely in thorniness of pink blossoms.
Not to be out done
Dogwoods
lift their faces to the sky.
162 · May 2015
Untitled
Leaetta May May 2015
eyes in this old head
watch black branches turning green
birds declare the dawn
126 · Jan 2020
Worth the Pain
Leaetta May Jan 2020
Day is almost done and twilight upon us.
The cosmic bartender calls
“last call for the light of day”
  back aches from gardening
and no walking or swimming
you have to love the pain
from doing what you love.

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