“In science one tries to tell people,
in such a way as to be understood by everyone,
something that no one ever knew before.
But in the case of poetry, it's the exact opposite!”
Paul Dirac
Thank you Mr Dirac for unlocking my door
Make it easy for me to fly out with jagged wings
I do not know how the act of lift lifts my core
I reach Heaven when my heart in poetry sings

Ah to be abstract loose and foot free
Not bound by logic or connecting the dots
I celebrate the beauty of each tree
Whether evergreen or barren in winter’s lots

I praise all who write poetry we are one
Passion knows no boundaries
Poetry music to my ears- not a cocked gun-
The blood that flows in my arteries

I don’t follow signs that tell me how to get home
Joy in the random discovery when I reach Rome

March 1, 2014
Copyright Leaking Pen 2014

Forgive Me Trice

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Dear Members
I don't like to post 3 poems in a row, I believe in giving equal space to all poets to post their poems, but I could not stand all the commercial postings on our diminishing website, this is my way of purging junk out, let poems find their rightful place again!

When I Think of Home


One should never apologize for being wonderful. Yes, wonderful!

I think you should post another ... and another ... and another.

We are connected. We always have been and always will be.

There is great beauty in the poet's tree.

And I am there swinging on the old worn out tire, staring at the night sky, and remembering how I learned to touch the sky.

Be it ever so humble ... our thoughts are our home.



Fort Lauderdale, Florida

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