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She can walk
          between
             night and day
               never letting either
                  get in her way.
She learned this trick
                     many moons ago
                                by
                     going deep within
           and never letting it show.
Her soul is innocent
her heart is pure
she’s gone through more
than most could endure.
            She’s an angel of light
                 an angel of dark
                 you never know
              what you will spark.
                      You want to hurt her?
                         Please, go ahead and try
                           she’ll be the one to show you
                                  just how well she can
                                                              f
­                                                                l­
                                                                ­  y.
                                  Her soul innocent
                    her heart pure
      but never think for one minute
that she’s not secure.
                                Say what you will
                          please, do what you must
                       but your jealousy and hatred
                             won’t waver her trust!
~
Even Those Angels Out There Have Their Limits…..
 May 2021 Leone Lamp
Travis Green
In your bottle-green eyes
I found serene shamrocks
Sparkling upon the ample countryside
Consummate comfort
Stirring sweetness
Heavenly affection
Swirling with the wind
Drawing me further into your loveliness
If happiness was a language it would only have one word...
Laughter...
For laughter is the true sound of happiness...
We laugh at things that make us happy...
If even for a moment...
And all those  small happy moments make our days brighter...
I would be happy living in a world where the rain and the wind carry the sound of your laughter...
Then I would just run under the rain or in the blowing wind and get soaked on that beautiful melody...
I wish your days will have lots of laughter...
For I want you to be fluent in the language of happiness...
 May 2021 Leone Lamp
My Dear Poet
Momma said
Daddy’s dead
I’ve buried him in the back

Get the cash
From the stash
Throw it in the sack

Grab the keys
Quickly please
And in the car you get

Take us far
Drive that car
We haven’t got there yet

Take a pill
Let’s just chill
It’ll  be alright

In the motel
We go to hell
Just for the night
I don’t know
the ifs and thens
the chance
the firsts and lasts
congrats
i’m slow

i see lacks
and scraps
the straw
the traps

and the grass
laughs
and the trees
dance
 May 2021 Leone Lamp
jordan
he is at home in the wild
wandering under transient skies
on bedrock crafted and scattered
by the almighty power of time

over frozen-ash clay in volcanic hues
and purple-white cushions of phlox
he is escorted by pale raven shadows
steered, like himself, by the wind

a meadowlark congress adjourns
their trills drift on the strong scent of sage
through lonely susurrant-pine whispers
the breeze sings the ballad of spring

on he roams through this gusty plain
immersed in his mother's deep beauty
toward the wedding of mountain and sky
as the day gracefully greets the night
Nothing makes a difference now;
  The Dawn is broken
  The birds are chipping
  The light is brighten
  The babes are laughing
Kra-****-ka-ka-ka

I still sob and whimper
I still stagger to refuge
My heart breaks into smithereens even now more than that night.
My eyes filled and swollen like the ocean breezing down like dew.
Distressed and re-pressed
Scrambling out of confusion
Overwhelmed by emotions
The lightening comes cracking
I feel my heart jumping
Kra-****-ka-ka-ka

It's settled now.
I mean the verdict has been served.
Finally there is a resolution.
A number of us will carry the shame,
Life will sometimes flash the fame,
Nothing will ever remain the same,
Cuz players don't change the rules of the game,
We are here today, we accept the pain.
But the power that made it so won't take the blame.
Kra-****-ka-ka-ka

The sound of violence
The sound of hatred
The sound of struggle
The sound of terror
The sound of blood
The sound of tears
The sound of loss
The sound of Us
The sound of defeat
Kra-****-ka-ka-ka

Please we have a story
Not to win a glory
Or to take a sorry
But we must tell our history.
That one night when all fade away
That one night when all stayed awake
That one night when all tried to race
That one night that changed the pace
There was nothing to stake again, all was taken away
Oh! I promise to stop the reminiscing
Not again will I recount the moment.
But the sound forever remain in the subconscious
Kra-****-ka-ka-ka
Oh! I hate that sound!!!
I write this in memory of the victims and survivers of 20/10/20 Lekki massacre in Nigeria. You all are heroes the true heroes past
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