We often stop short inside the storm…Afraid to drive for fear of what we cant see… we pull to the side of the road waiting for the storm to pass, funny thing is the storm isn’t that big. If you drive a few more miles you will see your driving against the storm. It’s safer and smarter to keep going. But so often we stop we give up we wait it out we lose interest we forget who’s in control. God’s got me. I kept driving. I may have traveled slowly but i arrived safe and sound. I returned home. I left my fears in the pouring rain. I tremendous why I was placed here. That I have a mission. Thank you God.
Three children sit at the mahogany dinner table
Legs too short to reach the ground
The sun skips through the blinds
The fish tank hums in the corner
Rainbow gold fish swim rapidly
Mother sits tall
Construction paper and glue sticks
Dance around coloring pencils
Smiles bounce of each other
Music coos in the background as 45’s spin
School is out
But house camp has started
This year flamingos take flight
Each child draws their depiction of the pink bird
Feathers cut from tiny paper scraps
Mother, she nods in approval
Satisfaction in her response.
“Good job babies”
Arts and craft time ends,
History lessons and recess
Playground becomes a fort
Hostages near the stone circle…
Save the gi joes and barbies
Covered in brown dirt
Soiled linens crawl through the grass
Scrapes on knees and elbows dry from rough play
Siblings finding their way back to the back porch in time for lunch
Wash hands and freshen
Cant open the fridge until clean
Mother laughs as each child runs to the bathroom
On the second story
Of the home… noisy
Glass door slams as last child lingers.
Midday in Summer always changes
Though each day stamping itself
Into the hearts of Mother’s harmony
She sings a lullaby
Places the last piece of bread on top of the bologna
Light mayo, no crust…
Children rush the table again
It is here they break in prayer and devour a half days work
It is here that the teachings are given
And mother is proud of her young.
Having never had a sister by blood, I am always intrigued at how close I have become to some of my sisters ( sister friends). We have experienced a tremendous amount of life journeys together. I am honestly grateful for the good and bad a like. Nevertheless, I find magic in having so many sisters from other misters. Stories to exchange. People to watch. All these little moments. If you are wondering what sparked this Luvleeh Doodle … well I enjoyed a day with one of my younger sisters today. She was glowing in her beautiful essence. It has been months since I’ve had the joy of seeing her but just like that I was a college girl again. We talked, we shared, we ate, we shopped… we did it all in the matter of of a few hours. Funny we live close but we rarely see each other with all of life’s demands and all. Anyway, I’m blogging because well I need a space to put all this energy and two… because there’s a magic of sisterhood tat I’ll never know by blood but oddly God blessed me we several sisters whom I can forever grow with and learn from and that… well that is just magical.
He shows me his heart without words
and coming from a poet that means the world-
Having your heart beat hold a conversation with the rhythm of love
Every time I tried to figure out cupid
He had a funny way of sending me on a chase
This time he aimed and took out my heart
This hand grenade heart of mine exploded
Left me with no familiar pieces, so I no longer needed
a reason to figure out what love is
When u have nothing to pull from
You must start again
Try a new way
And it did… it came… in the kiss against my pineal gland.
In the gentle touch of his fingertips against my waist line
He finds beauty in the glitches of my matrix
He makes lines like stretch marks across my belly with slow licks
as though sugar has spilled in my curves
He yearns for my sweetness
I crave him… the same.
I can feel his stare upon me even in absence
I draw closer on his presence
I drown in his luminescence
He is the light I’ve sought in darkness
I never thought I’d make it through this tunnel of despair
I forgotten what pain can be
He heals me.
He fills me.
I can’t control the motion of my emotions
I’m rolling through his passion
I need this high
Shoot into my veins
A mix of infatuated lust and unspeakable love
Overdosed on his
Heart, an arsenal of pleasure
This is what it feels like to penetrate your dreams
And become one with your lover…
Invite me into this unknown world
Show up willing to teach me what it is to be seen
To breathe… To exist fully
Capture my soul.
My eyes see strength- in how strong you stand to your word
The unspoken poems
The silence I always feared
I welcome now
For the one thing I was always running from was my own truth
The belief that love needs no name
No how to instruction
But two hand grenade hearts
A blank canvas
And the art of seduction
The beat of tomorrow without words
A conversation about love
Soul to soul
love annihilated when my chest exploded
love itself is sustainable
It is here, I understand the way he speaks to me…
It is here I understand I can let it all be
In his smile I find peace
Being in love
Is letting go of everything
(c) 2016. Leandrea “Luvleeh Poetiklocks” Hill. All Rights Reserved.
This weekend has been an interesting one. I was so nervous & excited about my feature with my poetry family that I did something I had never done before… (Trust me it’s not as exciting it sounds) I think it may have been the fact that Friday was the first time I ever wore my belly out wearing a crop top. So, your probably wondering what the heck was such an issue… well – I ended up completely driving off from the gas pump with the pump still in my car. THE ENTIRE PUMP HOSE CAME OUT!!!! Yall I was like did this really happen? I stopped the car and ran full speed to the store. (Mind you I’m in the crop top and skirt like it was a slow motion beach moment in a movie!) Luckily for me the gas attendant wasn’t worried. I quickly ran back to my car and drove off in shame… lmao. BUT- I realized I had nothing to worry about for the night ahead.
The event turned out fabulous… we literally had a packed house with nearly everyone in masks for the Ultimate Masquerade Poetry Affair. It was my first time at Chima’s Brazilian Steakhouse in Charlotte, NC, but rest assure not my last. I did well overall though I stumbled a bit on a couple pieces. Pornetry (*coined from my buddy in TX as he defines my fusion of porn and poetry) happily lends itself to anything, so I had to freestyle some sections of my poems. As a poet sometimes we have to learn to just embrace every bit of every performance no matter what happens. Afterwards, I ended up saving a life. I won’t go into details… but let’s just say DRINKING & DRIVING are NEVER COOL! I am just glad the young lady made it home safely.
Saturday – I got up early for the Rock The Block: Back 2 School Block Party. I made sure I had a hearty breakfast courtesy of Waffle House lol. I then picked up the awesome massage therapist and headed out. From 10:15 am til about 9 pm we partied, played and enjoyed the block party. Every youth had a great time and honestly it was one of the best events I’ve been to in a while. I drew chalk art and we even created a hopscotch game in the street. I created the upstate NY version ( smaller boxes) but we ended up with the large box hopscotch in the end. I found it was much harder this way. I even sold some art- which is always exciting.
Today- well today I rested. That’s if you consider washing clothes, dishes and cooking/prepping food for the week. I must say I need to start writing my recipes down. I made this curry cabbage with broccoli today that was DELICIOUS!!!! I spiced it to perfection. Then I made this onion & spinach side that really boosted up the flavors of the cabbage and of course the chik’n patties made the whole meal great. I am diggin’ this partial veggie life. lol
All in all – this weekend was delightful. I met some wonderful people and truly enjoyed myself. I hope those I met felt just as nice – Be sure to prepare for your week with a smile. These are just some Luvleeh Thoughts~
It’s been a long while- life has taken its course and I’m sitting here. I sit looking back ot 31 years of life as I transition to yet another phase in the coming months. 32! I thought by now life would have taken me in a whole different direction of course … I discovered the truth… fairy tales are just goals accomplished and although I’ve worked hard and done a lot I am still in need of much work. I am finally taking time for myself. I still give back to others and find moments to make sure others are ok… but I can’t let life slip by any more.
This being said… I got back into Spreading UTP ( Unity Through Poetry) I am working on yet another book after publishing my 2nd book in May. I am pushing my website LUVLEEH.com. I paint more… I have fallen back over the past 2 years with creating jewelry. I plan to return soon. Hip HArt went well last year but I’m deciding to try something different this year as submissions are low and the majority of the year is closing in. I celebrated the release of my freedom this year… yet I still haven’t discovered how to truly embrace being free.
I’m no fancy blogger and I’m a decent writer … a great poet and a blessed author… I am finding new reason to embrace me… slowly… I just can’t let things keep building up anymore. That being said, this rant is just my way of saying I’m back… Back on being me… yeppers.