Leslie Alexis Poems

Yesteryear, in the days when I was young,
I was a man who never watched his tongue.
This caused my loved ones to have teary eyes.
But since I met Christ, a new song I’ve sung.
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I am the wind vane.
I depend on the wind
To turn.
It is my energy.
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Home is where the heart is.

My home is upon your lips,
in your palms of your hands
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Why do poets feed on sorrow (and darkness)
That none is greater than Poe
Who perfected the woe;
Why is it this way?
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My bed is not very big, it is small
Designed so one would sleep comfortably
A complete roll and I would be on the floor
But tonight I am wishing for the smell of your
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If I were a substrate,
you would be my active site.
If I loved explosives,
you would be my dynamite.
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On steps, I sit awaiting my sweet spring
Hung on the panes of tomorrow's window,
Where luscious grass and Poinsettias grow,
As Bluebirds, Robins, and Nightingales sing.
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The echo of your smile
Is all I ever need, to
Make it through my day, to
Make it through my nights
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I love you dearest wife of mine.
And passing times makes love grow more.
Within my heart, I’ve built a shrine
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When the tongue slips, the heart speaks,
As this is when the heart leaks.
Free of the inhibitions of thoughts
words said reflect the heart’s
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