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.
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,
The stage is set The risers placed Rehearsals done Butterflies should be in bed.
I Love You Jane Eyre
I let go of you My Jane Eyre I am a blind man In love with you
Hope is the dream of fallen leaves Tornadic winds snaps the buds of May To witness the last hour of my breath Spring love gives up its tender soul.
(An acrostic poem) Visible waves crash upon the shore All the sand of time forgiven or erased
What's in a name? Oh seeker of fame She calls me friend! I'm her latest trend
We Are Flowers Of The Sky
We are flowers of the sky Of many different colors Under the Sun we fly high As gentle loving brothers
The past anchored my wobbly feet I met sorrow, pain, anger and defeat Eyes of a child through divorce From life's binding first course
Happy Birthday Wish
Surprise! Surprise! Surprise! From the famed framed sunrise The one and only immortal one Who spun every gem beyond the Sun
Tears Of My Poem
The curtains are drawn to a tight close, And the last visitors in my life are gone. I am alone at home with my weathered art, And holding in my mind's eye my feeble heart.
Shades Of Love
In the shades of love My heart flutters its wings A butterfly on a daisy Touching the rim of nectar
A Fool In Love Never Dies
Yes I am jealous From your every footprint You leave behind Heads turn around
Kindness Of Our Kind
My poems are not made from silver threads Or golden hues from a summer's day My poems instead are blood of my heart Each beat gets me closer to curtain close.
I try to hand net you!
You flee my capture.
I try to hunt you!
You split my arrows.
I try to woo you!
With spring’s first golden honey harvest