Lesson in the Storm

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.


Poem: Mother (2)

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

Mascot chosen

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,


Lessons begin-

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

And play…

It is here that the teachings are given


And mother is proud of her young.


The Magic of Sisterhood

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.


Poem: Soul to Soul by Luvleeh Poetiklocks

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

It’s mesmerizing

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


Learn anew

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

This fix-

Shoot into my veins

A mix of infatuated lust and unspeakable love

I implode

Overdosed on his

Heart, an arsenal of pleasure

This is what it feels like to penetrate your dreams

And become one with your lover…

Ignite me.

Insight me.

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 introduction

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.

Pornetry, Hopscotch & Cabbage!

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~

Love Always,

Luvleeh Poetiklocks

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Taking Time for Me

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.