Leonard Dabydeen


Leonard Dabydeen Poems

1. Wings To Fly 1/22/2010
2. Gratitude 1/22/2010
3. Just A Dream 1/22/2010
4. Our Own World 1/21/2010
5. In God We Trust 1/21/2010
6. Sweet-Scented Perfume 1/22/2010
7. The One I Love 1/22/2010
8. Raindrops Our Tears 1/24/2010
9. Rise Up After The Fall 1/24/2010
10. Behind Every Gilded Armor 1/24/2010
11. Maybe If... 1/24/2010
12. I'M Yours To Hold Tenderly 1/24/2010
13. Here Is Our Playground 1/24/2010
14. This Hand That Touches You 1/24/2010
15. The Best Gifts 1/24/2010
16. Dishonesty 1/25/2010
17. Misunderstandings 1/25/2010
18. Life & Death 1/25/2010
19. Please Read Me As I Am 1/25/2010
20. Tonight 1/25/2010
21. The Innocence Of Dying 1/26/2010
22. Let Me Be... 1/26/2010
23. The Poet 1/26/2010
24. Make Love To This World 1/31/2010
25. Pleasure 1/31/2010
26. She's Gone 1/31/2010
27. How I Wish To Sing You A Song 1/31/2010
28. What Is Real? 1/31/2010
29. Swirl Of Kinship 1/31/2010
30. I'Ve Got To Run 1/31/2010
31. Love Of Nature 1/31/2010
32. Depth Is Illusive Like A Bad Dream 2/3/2010
33. Solving Problems 2/3/2010
34. I Am At The Cross-Roads 2/3/2010
35. Silent Thoughts 2/3/2010
36. When Happiness Is Illusive 2/3/2010
37. This Field Of Life 2/3/2010
38. Oh How Love Is Deaf 2/4/2010
39. Retirement Sometimes Comes... 2/4/2010
40. Black History 2/4/2010
Best Poem of Leonard Dabydeen

Loneliness

She creeps around my room
lulling any sound whispering
in the creak of my chair
or the opening of a cabinet
watching and listening
like a hawk perched for flight
then she comes into my mind
with a hug and a kiss
loving me for who I am
and who I want to be
or who I have become
then she tickles me
in the vulnerability of my soul
stirring me into life
and I begin to let my keyboard play
like a piano of my dreams
as I play a song for her to sleep
while I sift through my world
like a spider’s web
trapped in the loneliness
of bountiful joy...

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Why, Oh Why

Why, oh why do I ask
in the tremor of silence
this body is a prisoner
in the archipelago of the mind
body so real
body so inviting
sometimes nostalgie de la boue
sometimes a harmonic rhythm
in Temples of Gods

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