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Leslie Alexis Poems
All Things Lovely
Lovely things begin with the sunshine. Her rays illuminate faces So that smiles can be seen. Her love so bountiful
I Am Christ's
In Heaven, at the right hand of God I’ll sit, I haven’t been there, but my eyes can see it. Adorned in righteous robes, I’ll stand by the king. I will see angels flying with their angelic wings.
Be Safe, Angel
The wailing tunes of the long lost child. Her father’s ways the cause of her cry. So many lovely young ones wish to die. Because they know not love, tears fill their eyes.
Freestyle (Jesus vs. Satan)
Satan first. Man you're all that and more, You love the rich, the sick, and the poor.
Christmas (A Sestina)
Christmas is here, Jesus to the world brought peace Everyone is rested as kids spend time with family Kitchens are ablaze, wives creating good ol’ soul-food Leslie and Destra, await their turn, under the mistletoe
The howling wind that has no life, Seeks my own with both blood and knife; But in my God I will stand strong, And if It think it’d win, it's dead wrong.
His Grace Is Sufficient for me
I've fallen from faith's light. I slipped out of God's sight. Me, once a gospel defender. I can't but now be a pretender.
Humanity? ? ?
Advocator of peace But bringer of war 50 in all Yet, one shining star.
Because Jesus Is There
The donkeys brayed And the pigs oinked And the flies buzzed On the walls lizards crawled
Tribute to Fay Slimm
Summer, Spring and Winter Falls and break like splinters Broken pieces come to end We as human cannot mend.
If asked to describe your beauty, I would think of: The rainbow, the sunrise and the sunset. I would think of:
Love More Than Love Could Recall (Double...
The sound says love is not a crush; As one we moved from plain to dote. The love became more than a blush. You are my boo, that is my vote.
The Meaning of Easter (Christmas)
I was heading down the road of destruction, I mean the path was so clear, there was no obstruction But on that faithful day, Jesus stepped in the way
True Escape In Him
Why so many addicted to those hookahs? Nerds, playas, gamers and bookers. Why so many addicted to the bong? Handsome, ugly, weak and strong.
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All Things Lovely
Lovely things begin with the sunshine.
Her rays illuminate faces
So that smiles can be seen.
Her love so bountiful
She shares with the world.
Next on the list is friendship.
Her bonds hold giants safely
Over ledges. Her eyes magnify
To infinity the good,
And make minuscule the bad.
Runner up is the gentle tear.
Her screams chase fears,
And streams wash away sorrow
For all.When joy bursts boundaries,
She bubbles and blossoms.
Next in line is patience.
Her grace eliminates wars.
Her foundation is love.
Her nature ...