Louie Levy

Rookie (1926 / N.Y.C; NY USA)

Louie Levy Poems

41. Competition, Games - Friends Or Foe 1/14/2010
42. Along War, Dirt Roads 1/14/2010
43. Cast To The Wind - 5/13/2010
44. The State Of The Onion 6/3/2010
45. Love And War 6/9/2010
46. Marveled Brains - 1/2/2010
47. A Sonnet 6/28/2010
48. Goals Without Arms, Racing 6/30/2010
49. Pieces Buy Peace - 12/8/2010
50. Party Time Favors 1/28/2008
51. Tasteless * 7/18/2009
52. Enemy Of My Friend's Enemy? 6/9/2010
53. Endless Games 8/11/2009
54. Some Behaving People Are - 5/23/2009
55. A Snow Balling Essay 7/11/2008
56. Feelings Wanted 2/3/2008
57. Dreams And Imagination 4/4/2009
58. We Are One - 9/22/2008
59. Poetry Sings 2/3/2008
60. Man 12/9/2009
61. Awakening, Suddenly... 7/18/2009
62. Celerity 7/21/2009
63. All That Are Being - 5/3/2009
64. Love And God Of 'self' 2/21/2009
65. 'Kill Or Be Killed' - 6/28/2008
66. Still 4/24/2008
67. Our Universal Womb 2/3/2008
68. Love Helps Those Who Love Themselves For Giving 1/28/2008
69. Shelley By The Sea Shore * - 1/28/2008
70. Shadows, And The Time Of Day... 1/28/2008
71. Alone - 5/8/2008
72. Ribbons 1/30/2008
73. Bittered Sweetness - 2/23/2008
74. A Morning, An Alerted, Mourned Evening 2/23/2009
75. Ancestral 1/1/2009
76. Happiness * 6/3/2009
77. Cast To The Wind 7/18/2009
78. Critique And Prejudice 6/30/2009
79. Are We Nothing More - 2/17/2009
80. Dance With Heart 1/29/2008
Best Poem of Louie Levy

A Black Rose

One Black Rose -

among roses, colorfully void of black,
liken any other yet immortally fragrant
Significantly mutant in empathy,
brings with its presence, sincerity,
consolation for lives lost to the
darkened shadows of human ill tiding

Judges Comment;
The presence of BLACK is revealed by its absence,
appealing to the reader, who sees black roses in all roses.
Cleverly done.

Read the full of A Black Rose

Restless Holidays -

-without Peace for all saddens our abused Earth,
with reminders that we are all privileged tenants; all
are to feel the wrath of environmental fury being
invulnerably Omnipotent over what seems to be,
we the feeble, less than grandeur, human life.

Keep then spirit,
we are that, which
helps others who cannot.

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