Leslie Xavier Poems

A lazy touch and it all began,
her passions ignite in a welcome shiver.
In a soft husky voice she opens the door,
baby take me down that winding road.
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It hurts when you know that trust is something you can't get. The great Julius Caesar didn't and so was the fate of many before and after him. When kindness, love, concern and honesty get interpreted as weakness, they rise and stab you from behind at the first possible chance and then leave you to bleed, a sad painful death. At least Brutus finished off the King fast, some mercy. But will I be spared from the pain... No, I think...


They say the King of Rome,
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I'm broke, the month-end blues,
when my wild runs down bright alleys;
the card swipes and friendly toasts,
catch up, a reality check, I'm broke.
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Sometimes, yeah just at times,
moments after strike of the hammer,
the cuffed heart to the gallows,
and then the quick reviews and thoughts,
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The pain up my spine,
through to the emote seat.
The burden so huge,
from baggage a couple months,
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I turned and walked;
left, away from the shade.
Sun burnt my back, walk turned brisk;
towards the only place here,
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Was there for them all;
me, who couldn’t stop feeling,
who wouldn’t stop worrying,
and couldn't stop crying for them;
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Two months and a little more,
her pending first birthday.
Day she made the convenient wail,
for a week's loan of love.
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It's amazing! But when you are left all alone, you can only look back, and cherish the moments spent under the sun, in that green Meadow...

The season's shifted I guess,
with it the landscape too.
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What will it take, I wonder;
to get all of 'em to realise.
That I ain't sinister, I ain't bad;
I ain't a pain either, but none hears my tale.
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