Leo Long Poems

The waves of that night
Were wilder than could be
There was no safe or sound place in sight
And the vessels bobbed like corks upon the sea
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Blank
They stare at me
Oblivious
To the rage below
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In the coven’s cavern
Dark and dusky
Wart and Weird
A potion are planning
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The pupil surveyed the sea
Listening to the silent herd
Smelling the fragrance he alone knows
Soft the veld to touch
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Obscure, drawn, demented
With mouths agape
We blend in wishing to stand out
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I swung wide my shutters this morning at dawn
To witness the beauty as another day was born.
Too early I’d risen for the cool of night yet hung there,
Her eyes still sparkled and indigo graced her hair.
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The steam that rises from the shell
Mists up the scope lens
A steady hand etches a heart
Through which the other bleeds
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I pull open the cover,
a trap door to the deck.
“Weigh the anchor! ”
and with a splash the adventure begins.
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... they are the nameless
the suggestors
the invisible advisors
because if “they say”, then that’s how it is
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