Alan Leamey


Biography of Alan Leamey

From the gift of the curse, my life in verse...
The mirages that the world failed to heed
The prescience had planted the seed
For what the world now holds in store;
I pray to god, I have it all.

My poems are about life, death and all that's
in between.
A collection of thoughts and feelings, memories and
dreams.
Dedicated to the open flower on a winters day, the
Rose without a name, that grew from the gutter to
stare at the stars.
To the people and places that made me who I am,

In my life.........

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The Philosophers

The watcher stands and looks
taking note of what's in the book
he slowly came and took
what wasn't left to see.
The catcher sits around
playing notes without the sound
whilst staring at the ground
he's thinking of the plea.
The dreamer thinks about

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