Fiona Pimentel

Fiona Pimentel Poems

Inspired by your infinite intellect,
And feeling faint when faced with your physique,
I rest in reverie, and real respect,
And search in song for solace that I seek.
...

One drop of serum
is enough to save a life
in this parched desert.
...

You are God’s masterpiece
To be celebrated,
Not a mistake,
To be crossed out.
...

In the garden I have made,
There’s a cool sweet breeze,
Feel it, lazing in the shade,
Or as you climb up trees.
...

How can I stop the tide?
Close the door to the Archives of Memory,
So you won’t slip in?
Canute couldn’t do it,
...

Isn’t it a of mark great honour,
To have fought and protected our lands,
From the tempest that threatened to ravage,
To have redeemed with our very own hands?
...

There may be neighbours in the house next door
About whose names you’ve never been quite sure;
You could even live for years upon years
With those who’d never dare show their fears,
...

Why am I not filled with resentment?
I receive your silence with contentment.
As a unique concession,
And in a spirit of confession,
...

Already, giving up my vice,
Costs me an overwhelming price.
You ask a further sacrifice,
So that I am paying twice,
...

Not seven,
But seventy-seven times,
We are told;
An eternity of times.
...

Imposed it’s hurtful,
Freely entered it’s peaceful,
Shared it’s intimate.
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Sir, your “diagnosis” is mistaken,
As certain values I have forsaken,
And what you see as loss and misery,
Have led me rather, straight to joy and glee.
...

I had a little pebble,
Its surface smooth and warm;
I put it in my pocket
To keep it safe from harm.
...

I woke this morning to a broken heart;
What I saw with pure joy, was apparently art.
So, of love, you will hear from me no more,
I’ll only long now for the convent door.
...

Fiona Pimentel Biography

Writes very simple poetry....)

The Best Poem Of Fiona Pimentel

Silenced (A Shakespearean Sonnet)

Inspired by your infinite intellect,
And feeling faint when faced with your physique,
I rest in reverie, and real respect,
And search in song for solace that I seek.
But what of these, the thoughts that you’ve composed,
That it’s because of loneliness and need,
I love? I’d choose a subject more disposed
To give, were that my selfish cause indeed.
My heart, the helpless, hapless, happy fool,
Persuaded it alone, poor thing, takes part,
With wisdom which won’t weigh at any school,
Abundantly pours balm to heal your heart;
And humbled by the hope of growing whole,
My soul, serene, though silenced by your soul.

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Fiona Pimentel 30 November 2013

This is a tiny selection of poems by Fiona Pimentel aka Leonie Phoenix.

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Fiona Pimentel 28 November 2013

Check out 2 books Letters to the Rock and Life on the Rock written under the pseudonym of Leonie Phoenix - both available on Amazon.com, or from Barnesandnoble.com, or Authorhouse.com.

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