Leslie Xavier Poems

The bright lady in the middle,
of a static ring, concentric,
luminous, it's magical,
the half-shy moon tonight.
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The brisk, long steps,
weren't swift enough,
to slip her grasp
or the pull towards her heart
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The fifteenth, the Ides
but in December here.
With rains and signs
of the ominous;
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Lunch at a semi-spheric cave,
a floor above the bank tellers.
The furnished circle
cut in two - the table;
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The 'alive' song with a singer
longing for Saturday night.

Years those - when a brother;
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He called out,
to his best man.
Perched high n dry on
his fleeting self-made ride;
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Whitish fluorescence,
it's divine - de lux;
the walls of this pyramid.
Yeah, right here,
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Best of friends, yeah!
Indeed, but where?

Short the flow,
...

The wake up call,
from age-old morning tweets.
Yes, the chirp choir,
not the bird-brains,
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'Torn-between' will be a soft state
when you are lost in this abyss so dark.
Left is the deep ravine, my duites,
right is the mount, the man I should be.
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