Leaetta May: Poems

the grind

Leaetta May Mar 2019

the week end far off
when I sit in sloth
in the meantime I grind
and fast forward the time
when my feet can be up
and slow down with a cup
of tisane like Poirot
at that time I'll know
the meaning of slow
in the meantime I grind
this joe so fine

dailylife tired libations tea coffee

The Listener

Leaetta May Oct 2016

The Listener

Another late night commute
his mind rambling
seeking causes of his dilemma
failings, coming up short,
present unfavorable circumstances
she had been praying for his happiness
so she listened

Frustrations
what he didn't have
what he needed
no opportunities
So, she listened
taking in his sufferings
smoothing off the rough edges
with her perfect roundness.

Stormy days had passed
rain had kept him dashing
from car to home and work
she listened
lighting up the clouds that remained
no advice given
smiling brightly
as full moons do.

after rainy days

#moon #grace #patience #listening #frustrations

The Maid and I

Leaetta May Dec 2017

The Maid and I

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

The Mirror?

Leaetta May Jul 2016

The Mirror?

Looking in the mirror
for imperfections
the wild hair,
a stray eye,
destiny's inheritance.
We lean in
to magnify the flaws.

When the real mirror
is coming to lunch,
ringing up our groceries,
delivering our mail,
returning home.

Alone....... we go out
in search of the mirror.
We never stop looking.
we never give up
our quest
for our love.

#love #humanity #mirrors

there is no other

Leaetta May Mar 2018

there is no other

it came to me as I sat by the sea
"infinitely profound and immeasurable"
how it could take me into it's depths
now I have HP
it is a sea
and I can jump in
and join the others
who are like me
a part of the sea

quote is from the Lotus Sutra

This Heart of Mine

Leaetta May Jun 2015

This Heart of Mine

this heart of mine won't give up
won't stop beatin' even when i'm sleepin'

this heart of mine won't stop hurtin'
so i keep writin' that's for certain

this heart of mine I got from Mom
cry at the drop of a hat, and i'm glad of that

this heart of mine gets confused
it gets tired and sings the blues

this heart of mine knows no bounds
if i die right now it's still a song

inspired by wolf spirit's "there is love"

#life #writers #eternity #loving

this time of day

Leaetta May May 2015

this time of day

I like this time of day
when the sun is not full on.
There are shadows and yet
sunshine lights up cars and buildings.

monkey hour
year of the rabbit still
Capricorn reigns

I like this time of day
when the school bus has come and gone
and children home with families.
There's time for playing outside
before the darkness comes
and winter's cold huddles them inside
like rabbits in a hole.

1/11/2012

too many

Leaetta May Feb 2020

too many

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

#confusion #madness #illusions

TRAIN WHISTLE

Leaetta May Dec 2017

TRAIN WHISTLE

The rain pelted the roof of the car
Like so many caps being popped
by eager children with hammers.

Somewhere deep within the night
a train whistle blew
near tracks that run through
the middle of town.

One long lonesome tone
moving, echoing, merging with my heart.

“We're home, we're home,”
his voice gently waking me,
running his hands along my thighs
urging me to stir.

The caps popped away
I fought the discomfort of movement
My heart yearned for one
one more whistle blow.

one with sound

#trains #rain

Transmission

Leaetta May May 2016

Transmission

I am older an honored citizen
I think I know things, have some ken
If I explain to youth my wisdom
I fear I deny them their revelry
And who wants to ruin that
And make them grow up.

Thanks to Mike Adam for the new title.

#youth #pause #aged

Two Black Crows

Leaetta May Jun 2015

Two Black Crows

We drove to the park
the closest thing to Nature

Walked and talked
of unborn dreams

Till a bird on the ground
didn't fly up

Its mate calling from above
it waddled into tall grass

We left it to Nature
its plight forgotten

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Leaetta May Apr 2018

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in my quiver
are arrows of song
words to pierce
all hearts who hear

where do these words come from???????? written come time ago

#hearts #songs #targets

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Leaetta May Apr 2019

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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

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Leaetta May Nov 2016

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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.

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Leaetta May Mar 2019

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Black crow feathers found
Under the huge walnut trees
playground for squirrels

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Leaetta May May 2015

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eyes in this old head
watch black branches turning green
birds declare the dawn

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Leaetta May Apr 2015

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next to cars and trucks
the silent protester rides
legs turning the wheel

Up

Leaetta May May 2016

Up

Stayed Up late
Up late next morning
Places to go, a gathering
Freeway driving
embraces, smiles
lifted Up
uncomfortable karma
Back home wound Up
Still wound Up
Open window in comes the night
And a frog's "ribbit, ribbit"

Who are You? by Jack Marcus

Leaetta May Nov 2016

Who are You? by Jack Marcus

I am a small poem on a
page with room for another.

Share with me this white field,
wide as an acre of snow,
clear but for these tiny
markings like the steps of birds.

Come now.
This is the trough of the wave,
the seconds after lightning.
Thin slice of silence
as music ends,
the freeze before melting.

Lie down beside me.
Make angels.
Make devils.
Make who you are.”

This poem is from the movie, Words and Pictures. Jack Marcus is a fictional character.

#creativity

Why I Write

Leaetta May Feb 2016

Why I Write

I need to write like the sun needs to shine
like the wind needs to breath.
stars twinkle dogs ******

I love to hold a pen
and watch the words come out the end
reading what I wrote, and felt
and who was there and what was said.

There are stories in the mind
in the air, inside and out.
Must fight this demon doubt
who says I've naught to say.

I need to write to see
if someone hears me
feels me, holds this all together
and might say...."Yes!"

#poetry #writing

Worth the Pain

Leaetta May Jan 2020

Worth the Pain

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.

— The End —