Lotus flowers float Atop the dirty water Growing in the sun. 4/12/18 My 13th poem for National Poetry […]
Author: John W. Leys
Bob Dylan and the ghost of Leonard Cohen Sitting shivah on short stools Yarmulke pinned to gray curly […]
The following poem is a translation of a poem written in Latin by the ancient Roman poet Gaius […]
Mystery abounds Life is a masquerade ball Disguise required No one can know who you are Even you’re […]
The Only Thing I know For certain is That I don’t know anything for certain. 4/6/18 My ninth […]
Wise men know What they do not know And doubt what they do know. Fools don’t know What […]
Not a single day Has gone by Without me thinking of you. Not always consciously, Not always clearly, […]
Sweet Siddhartha Pampered prince, Living in supposed happiness Behind the gilded gates Of your father. Small suspicions sprout […]
To Explore The spaces Within yourself Is an adventure that will never end. 4/4/18 My fifth poem for […]
Darkened stormy skies Humidity is rising Rain is on its way 4/3/18 My fourth poem for National Poetry […]
John W. Leys 