Daddy Whipped Cream

by Lawrence J. J. Leonard

Every time he sings, it’s the blues;
so incredible.
Emotions take a walk in his shoes;
its infallible.

Melody and lyrics a sledge-hammer –
impassible.
Try to push him over the edge?
He ain’t irascible.
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Clouds of snow

by Lawrence J. J. Leonard

“Clouds . . .
of snow
lying on the ground,”
the old man with a white beard
shivered,
recounting his childhood.

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Cat, speak catspeak!

by Lawrence J. J. Leonard

A crazy young girl with brunette hair
long ago said she must be my mate.

She looked into her book of spells
and conjured a figure eight. Continue reading