Biography of Leaking Pen
Words music to my ears
Music beat of my heart
Don't ask me to choose
They forge the same coin
I am a cloud, a gentle rain that been
in Wellington, Zahle, Minneapolis and Sydney
My Heart dwells in Paris and love of Poetry
I am Paul, I am Boulous, I am Pablo, but most of all I am human at heart, I celebrate your life into mine, we are one and the same, lead me to your truth, I share mine with you openly.
(Leaking Pen) Paul
Boulous Marcha my print on this Earth.
Leaking Pen Poems
The Best Poem In The World
I was shocked, confused, bewildered as I entered Heaven's door, Not by the beauty of it all, by the lights or its decor.
I Love You Jane Eyre
I let go of you My Jane Eyre I am a blind man In love with you
Stuck On Depression's Call
I have not slept much lately Shrouded myself in the silence of running despair Seeking God for answers For I have been not quite right
Hip Hop Trajectory
I’m chilling I’m cussing Not knowing what I’m saying My soul rapping My mind cranking
Fire And Ice, My Ice Is On Fire
Like a winning throw of the dice Spenser and Frost melt my ice. And from their poetic device I found advice
You And I Sail The World
You and I sail the world You and I cross the equator. You and I visit Oceania You and I discover every ocean.
A Kiss On Your Lips
Like Damask silk sunbathing on my clothesline You are a heavenly beauty on display And now the Sun and the winds, Contemplating the fate of your footprint.
The Day I Wore A Swear Word
Who funk it that this day will come Cockroaches invade my desolate slum Rats and snakes eve's scary creatures Swear words drunken man best features.
Grandma's Cookie Jar
I wish I could make you laugh, do you remember When children purposely let go of a fart? They giggled like the world had no end. Laughter free from guilt; pure and innocent,
Blank document one From Windows open wide Allow rays from the Sun To give life to my mind
Portrait Of A Poet
When they hang my portrait Does it mean I am dead? People look into my eyes And see the sparks of life
The Best Second Poem Ever Written
The Creation When God had made the earth and sky, The flowers and the trees.
I Swear There's A Leprechaun
I swear there is a leprechaun in my tiny flat Things keep disappearing from under my hat. I woke up this morning like usual And my shorts no were to be found.
The Death Of This Poetry Web Site
The death of me on this web site I caused it to crash and took it with me. It's my funeral poem that caused its demise Forgive me dear Poets for my mistake
A Star Is Born
A Moslem, a Sikh, a Christian and a Jew
Came together to debate a few
Who pleases his wife the most?
Before or after feasting on roast
The Moslem dips into his feast
And says my Sun belongs to my East
With my fires I ignite her furnace
My moon, I draw her yielding curtain