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.



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.

UPDATE NEWS LETTER: What’s Going On With Luvleeh Poetiklocks?

Greetings all,

It has been a long minute since I have posted a new blog considering I’ve been busy as bee here in Charlotte, NC. I’d like to catch you up on where I’ve been and what is to come, so feel free to read on and click links and join me where you can along the way.

First, I relocated to Charlotte, NC from Newburgh, NY in December- the transition was one worth remembering lord knows- cause it took nearly 7 months to finalize everything with my mother’s health. The day before we shipped out my grandmother passed, so it postponed the move a week. Nevertheless, we’re here and things are moving smoothly.

I traveled to Durham,NC, ATL, Savannah, & Decator (GA) about a week after arriving. It was a much needed experience to celebrate my sister’s Masters & my own move. It was nice performing along the way and meeting wonderful people like Ceelo, Tommy Bottoms, Theresa Davis and many more well known poets, producers etc. We (my Spirit siStar Gemynii & I) then went on a retreat to Azule in Jan : New Danger Artist/Activist Retreat— A MUST HAVE EXPERIENCE that occurs almost every 2 months for artists/ writers of all backgrounds.

Below is the pic-story of my travels…

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I found a new place to call home for poetry @ Poor Richard’s Book Shoppe, Charlotte, NC. I had the privilege of being a live visual artist for the March 2nd show. I also had the honor of co-hosting a CIAA event @ Societe where I also performed 2 of my pieces. Prior to these events I met some of QC’s hottest upcoming hip hop artists from the Famlord Ent crew. The Real Wudd aka HollyWudd & Yung FamLord who also hit the stage with me.

COMPLEX painted by Luvleeh Poetiklocks Live March 2nd @ Poor Richard's Book Shoppe

COMPLEX painted by Luvleeh Poetiklocks Live March 2nd @ Poor Richard’s Book Shoppe

Yung FamLord

Yung FamLord

HollyWudd & Zuess(rt)

HollyWudd & Zuess(rt)

Poor Richard's Book Shoppe

Poor Richard’s Book Shoppe

Poet Clint... a new found friend @ PR

Poet Clint… a new found friend @ PR

Tavis Brunson Won my Live Painting @ The Auction

Tavis Brunson Won my Live Painting @ The Auc

FamLord Ent





Even greater news, I became a member of Sigma Gamma Rho Sorority Inc, Beta Omicron Sigma Spr 2013. Eeee-Yip! I love these ladies!

Mom & I ;)

Mom & I ;


The Spr 13 Beta Omicron Sigma ~Ladies Soror White Center

Youth Symposium 2013

Youth Symposium 2013

My sis Neta and I

My sis Neta and I

My Grandma Pete came out to support

My Grandma Pete came out to support





sgrho sigma







I later met with a wonderful graphic artist by the name of Antoine Lassiter who created the OFFICIAL LOGOS for Unity Through Poetry ( Spreading Unity Through Poetry).



In the past few months, I started a new line of EXTREME LINKS, Nerd Rings, & The Touba Faal Collection by Luvleeh Inks & Links.

AVAILABLE ART by Luvleeh Poetiklocks

AVAILABLE ART by Luvleeh Poetiklocks

Touba Faal Collection

Touba Faal Collection Are Ebony Wood Beads from Senegal Wrapped w/ Galvanized Wire


NERD RINGS ( Formally Word Rings)

Luv Inks Extreme Links

Extreme Links



AVAILABLE ART by Luvleeh Poetiklocks

AVAILABLE ART by Luvleeh Poetiklocks














Which brings us to the current state- I am now working with Yung FamLord on a track with Lil T coming soon 2013. I was asked to be on a track with Dynasty- a poet from upstate NY. Be on the look out for more on that. I traveled back to NY to see family and friends & had the honor of stopping by my RIGHT HAND Bettina Gold Wilkerson “Open Mic in The Valley”. I featured in Silver Spring, MD as a vendor/ poet this past week at the start of April. I have an interview with SUPERINK.










I am displaying/ selling my jewelry at a local private event for ladies following the first interview. Saturday April 27th, I’m walking in the March For Babies DONATE to SIGMA GAMMA RHO Sorority Inc, Beta Omicron Sigma Chapter It’s never too late! Sunday it’s back in the mix with Abstract Academy Presents Sunday Sound Sensations. This is the wonderful place where UTP has found a new home and where Luvleeh Inks & Links has too – as two of the Sponsors for the event every Sunday! Last, I have another interview with  Monday, April 29th. I am scheduled to host the first Sunday of @ Sunday Sound Sensation May 5th, for the CASH POT COMPETITION. I am booked as a vendor for Words Of Wisdom Open Mic May 7th.

In other news, Unity Through Poetry is soaring we now have nearly 12 Affiliates over 300 followers on Twitter: @UnityThruPoetry, FB “Spreading Unity Through Poetry & Instagram @UnityThroughPoetry is growing too. The new UTP blog has launched @ The and Youtube channels are also expanding as more UTP interviews and links are tagged to promote local and national artists from all genres. The website is coming soon. UTP has been promoting for America’s Next Top Rapper and we’re looking forward to continuing to support the arts.

So, have I been a busy bee or what? This is only the beginning. 4 months into the year and God is truly blessing me. Living this dream… I even paint more in the new year! I’m growing spiritually as well. If you would like to book me for any events either as a visual artist, a visual wearable art- artist( handmade jewelry), a poet, motivational speaker, mentor, workshop facilitator— simply email If you would like to ORDER/PURCHASE any paintings, wearable art, or a book (Sakura: A Luvleeh Experience Volume 1) feel free to email Check out the website: Join me on FB “Luvleeh Inks & Links” or Luvleeh Poetiklocks, Follow me on IG: @RenaeNuru or Twitter @LiloJope ( for poetry etc) OR @LuvInksNLinks ( For arts business). I thank you for reading my Updates News Letter, be on the look out for more to come!



Leandrea “Luvleeh Poetiklocks” Hill




My Bestie Terry

This Post is Dedicated to my Best Friend Terrence Lamont Anderson who transitioned April 3rd, 2013. You will be forever in my heart dear friend. I love you. Thank you for believing in me even when I didn’t see my own light. two-red-tailed-hawks



Sweet Charlotte


Yes you beautiful.

I look forward to spending
the next phase of my life
with you… yet again.
I told you
I believe in second chances.
So for you
I give my heart.
Please don’t waste it.
I have forgotten
why we parted
the first go round…
or choose not to rememeber
either way…
I’ve healed
from those cold nights without you.
I long for your touch again.
I long to embrace your curves…
I long to taste you…
your scent
sweet cornus florida…
still lingers
on my conscious…
Lips needing to be reminded…
take me… as I have grown.
Become a new…
as have you…
I have watched you from a far
and I must say…
You Charlotte,
You will always be my first love.

(c) 2012. Leandrea Hill. All Rights Reserved.


Sakura: A Luvleeh Experience Volume 1

Home to where I host Newburgh's Open Mic the last Thursday Each Month!

Home to where I host Newburgh’s Open Mic the last Thursday Each Month!

“With each teardrop I-
gave to the heavens; God rained
down all his blessings.”
– Leandrea Hill- Excerpt From My First Book “Sakura: A Luvleeh Experience Volume 1”

Blessed morning,

I woke today excited for all the new adventures life is tossing my way. God has truly shown me that this is my season. The many years toiling over failed or unfinished projects have come to an end. I completed and now am publishing(ed) my first “real” book of poetry. I received the proof yesterday 5.10.12. (The day my Luvleeh Inks & Links contest ended!)

Previously, I self published – and I mean from the start to finish AND print- two limited edition chapbooks; that many I gave away. “L.I.P.S: A Collection of Poetry” and “Strokes Of A Petals Edge: The Chapbook”. However, TODAY I woke knowing I created something through 3 years; yes THREE LONG YEARS of hard work, crashed laptops,book title changes, editing, re-editing, contracts, cuts, adds, laughs, cries, a few relationships, a late night snack- make that two, weight gain- weight loss, new friends and old alike- and the most PATIENT FAMILY, FRIENDS AND EDITOR- ( I digress lol.

I woke knowing when I apply my strengths- and maintain the vision- I’m capable of doing all I set my heart/mind to in life. People always said I should write a book, but I was always unsure or fearful how it all got done. I researched, asked questions, got a couple mentors, and just WENT FOR IT!

I must say- This- THIS MOMENT right HERE- feels Oh SOOOOO Good. I have crossed over into the world of Published Writers. My book soon to fend for itself on the bookshelves across this world! I feel like I’m letting my baby fly for the first time; trusting it to soar through the literary world receiving critiques and appraisals…but best of all- being received. I look forward to the book signings, the book fairs, the interviews and more. It’s what I was destined for when I said yes to being a writer/poet.

To all those who stuck with me- I love you. “Sakura: A Luvleeh Experience Volume 1” by Leandrea Hill is officially HERE!

Still Spreading Unity Through Poetry-

Peace Love & Poetik Enlightment,

Leandrea “Luvleeh Poetiklocks” Hill

Author Leandrea Hill

Author Leandrea Hill

“Spreading Unity Through Poetry”

“I am Renea Nuru. Reborn Light.”

Poem: Want List

*Want List* 5/7/12

I want my hair
To interlock her fingers
Like woven baskets of my lust

I want all straps
To be tightened
With every thrust

I want breasts to bounce
Against my back as we
Inverse our passion

While I bend on my knees
To receive each blessing

I want her wet to drip between
My thighs, as if her rain-
Creates my ocean-

I want fluid motion
No holding back

I want moans;
Teeth nibbling my side;

I want twisted areolas
In darkened rooms
Of hot water springs

I want her-
To sing

In 18 different languages
As she tries to break barriers
Towards love

Building upon Rosetta’s stone
With her diamond- see we
Only create gems;

Precious as the moment
When lips collide against
Soft flesh
Reddened from
Heavy hands smacking;
Lickable spaces

These places that draw
My mind-
Where conscious thought
Becomes blind

I’m sublime-
We master- bate
Our slow wind

Fishing deeper…into our love
Hooking like reverse cowgirls
In waist deep rivers

I want- her-
But she’s so stuck in her past-
I can’t create this future…

So, I suck my bottom lip staring
Hoping she catches a glimpse
Of me caring…

So whips and chains
Can start blaring
Night rendezvous
And I can teach her lessons
Of love making

When dildos start vibrating
In the same rhythmic motions
Of my foreplay-

My tongue
Leading the blood flow;
I must say-

With slow rolls…
Her curves I must know-
See, this beauty-

Is fuller than
Full moons on clear nights…
Nothing skinny for me-

She sets thick to an
A thesaurus needed
To better comprehend

Chase words, like I do her walk
Damn- she’s such a tease
And I just want to please…

I just hope sooner than later She’ll notice me-
Cuz these dreams-

They are taking me out
From getting sleep-
I want –
Back shots before cuddling

Home cooked meals
For breakfast

After staying up all night;
Her body I’m studying

Rubbing soles
As we rub our souls

I want her pains to be my own
Carried inside my heart

I want- this woman…
But … All she wants is to run

So- I spit to yall hoping she’s listenin’-
But ’til then my fingas glide
To my pulsating drum
And beat out
The songs that cum…

So easily when
I speak her sweet name-
I came.

(C) May 2012. Leandrea “Luvleeh Poetiklocks” Hill. All Rights Reserved.

“Spreading Unity Through Poetry”

“I am Renea Nuru. Reborn Light.”

Poem/ Painting: The Man In The Mirror

Knowing your authentic self; and accepting it.

Knowing your authentic self; and accepting it.

*The Man In The Mirror*

My reflection doesn’t lie
Every time I focus my eyes
I see my authentic self
He looks a bit like my ego
Strong bold and handsome
Unlike the delicate soft beauty
I feel when my fingers grace my skin
I am a woman-
On the outside
A man within…
But my lips don’t part long enough
For the world to hear my whispers
That cold night sweats
Draw out the fear of dreams
That if, I wished upon a star before sleep,
I would wake
Transformed as a man
Identity forged into the sand
For as soon as my first waken breath exhales
I’m back to being female
A body that lies to me
For only a semi truth lifestyle brings out the best in my subconscious reality
I guess God does slip up…
He got side tracked in the process of cloning
Adam’s Eve-
And Eve bore herself a new reflection…
Adam was trapped…eve-n-lee
I suppose…
As my own rib molded my soul…
Spirit trapped in duality
Love men- Love women
Live as woman- Long to be man
Shunned by my own
For identifying…
Living in secrecy…
But each day I stare into my mirror
And ask the question
Who within is the authentic one of all?
A man appears with curves like my own
A voice vibrating octaves below
A build much thicker and toned
And a brow a bit wider than truth…
He replies…
staring into the real world’s
image of a woman-
As I smile- the reflection smiles too…
Though encased in the female body… I know my root…
He- has always been…
My authentic truth.

(C) April 2012. Leandrea “Luvleeh Poetiklocks” Hill. All Rights Reserved.

The poem inspired the title of the painting; although the painting came first. -Luvleeh

“Spreading Unity Through Poetry”

“I am Renea Nuru. Reborn Light.”