by Leslie de la Haye | Apr 29, 2010 | Poetry
She listens for his footsteps on sharp gravel leading up the path to their country cottage, But then no gain! He had gone to war, and would never return yet once more, Pipes of Pan played their wistful tunes, and sharp bitter breezes blew again, bending childhood...
by Leslie de la Haye | Apr 29, 2010 | Poetry
In the soft blue whispering shadows of times now past When wicked Witches and Demons, their evil spells cast And when sex was just taken, like a pinch of cold salt Whilst in sight of their Gods, marriage brought to a halt. The rulers all lusted, and debauchery was...
by Leslie de la Haye | Apr 29, 2010 | Poetry
In the deep twilight of the evening, Over horizons, sun has nearly set, I ponder then on my daily actions Then from sick of heart, comes the deep regret. Did I really state the clear obvious? With rude swear words thrown in for emphasis? Did I then spit, in face of...
by Leslie de la Haye | Apr 28, 2010 | Poetry
He stood at the threshold of his house Staring, with his great dark bulging orbs He quiet as tiny chapel mouse Words that upon his wall they’d daubed. Then pensively he turned with a sigh To ruminate upon his quiet life For they had never then see him cry Not...
by Leslie de la Haye | Apr 28, 2010 | Poetry
Dear friend of mine. Of sleepless nights and bitter wine, Through all the endless nights you shine, So sublime, so divine: Dear friend of mine, The gods will watch your spirits climb, They know that in yon fiery tempest breast, A seed of soft compassion gently rests,...
