Lee Gelis


Lee Gelis Poems

1. Warm Blankets 3/28/2013
2. Paradox Plug In 3/28/2013
3. History, Time, And Tango 3/30/2013
4. Mostly 4/30/2013
5. He Sits Alone 5/3/2013
6. We'Re All Just Humans Nonetheless 5/23/2013
7. Endeavor (Childhood) 6/9/2013
8. Middle School Soup 9/7/2013
9. Oh Yes, Bukowski 10/22/2013
10. Throwing Stones In An Empty Field 11/6/2013
11. Don'T Forget About Me 11/18/2013
12. Red Rum Runs Red 1/16/2014
13. Walking 1/24/2014
14. Instructions For A Portrait 1/24/2014
15. If All The World Were Lost 3/14/2014
16. When 3/27/2013
17. My Hands Are Not Red 3/27/2013
18. Tell Me About It 3/28/2013
19. Slide 3/28/2013
20. There Is Such A Thing As Beauty, I Think 3/28/2013
21. The Spartans Of All Speed 3/28/2013
22. If I Had A Heart 8/25/2014
23. Being 8/25/2014
24. As Stories Go 8/27/2014
25. Remember When You Thought You Were Special 9/28/2014
26. A Step Between 4/29/2015
27. Grade School Ethics 10/7/2014
28. Left Lonely 3/11/2015
29. L'Appel Du Vide 3/27/2013
30. Life Is Like A Game Of Trivial Pursuit 3/28/2013
31. The People, Just People 3/27/2013
32. There Is No Living Creature As Foul As I 3/14/2014
33. Happiness 3/14/2014
34. I'Ve Written This Before 3/28/2013
35. If I Had A Voice 8/27/2014
Best Poem of Lee Gelis

If I Had A Voice

If I had a voice then I would tell you,
Tell you that I loved you, that I cared,
That even I, the most silent of faces,
Knew of your deepest perils and dooms.
I would tell you about my adventures,
About my poetry and nightlife, about
The many evils that face me in daylight,
About morse code and Mencken,
The differences between a hatchet,
An axe, and a halberd, about the way
The birds fly when I walk near, and how
They do so when you've been sitting
For a very long time, I'd tell you about
What it's like getting older and watching
Others do the...

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The People, Just People

Do not worry, little human, for the storm shall soon pass
Among the storm clouds, battling amongst each other;
Their anger and sweat our cause of misery;
Our sense of impotence, and despair.
But soon their time shall pass, as they have wasted away their breath
Shouting over each other, clashing against their nature.
And us, sweet us, we shall see the sun again.
All our miseries to be exposed and when we see them
They are missing, a fear of empty words.

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