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Old world wisdom, new world insight – poems, poetry, philosophy, dreams, commentary, ideas


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In the beginning the Universe was liquid

by Lawrence J. J. Leonard

Science proves primary concepts in Holy Scriptures: According to CERN, the Conseil Européen pour la Recherche Nucléaire, the Large Hadron Collider (LHC) using the ALICE detector has confirmed quark-gluon plasma is an ultra-low viscosity liquid. This after colliding lead ions at close to the speed of light, physicists say the Universe is a perfect fluid.

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As each year passes / Como cada año pasa / So vergeht jedes Jahr

by Lawrence J. J. Leonard

A poem of transition from womb to woman
here in English, Spanish, and German.

English

As each year passes

As each year passes new words
are spoken for fairytales and  tunes.
In the evenings sprites, by day, the birds.
Festive parties with balloons.
The taller you stand, the bluer your eyes.
A song in your heart; how we empathize. Continue reading


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This is who I am, right now

by Lawrence J. J. Leonard

The butcher
the baker
a candlestick maker
A shoulder to cry on
The one who pays
attention to you

A dessert maker experimenting
on our ice cream sundaes
with m&ms
over spoonfuls
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You woke up, today. You won

by Lawrence J. J. Leonard

He walked out of the war zone.
Almost no one survived the barrage.

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Famous last words – Ode to Ronda Jean

by Lawrence J. J. Leonard

She took a swing and landed a belt.
The first heavy-handed blow.
Bonk!

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Little tool box

by Lawrence J. J. Leonard

The little tool box can be an extension of our personality.
The strong steel and handle make it useful for tangible things, too.

Opening the latch and drawing back the lid
the choices we encounter may be eclectic or simple. Continue reading


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Light in the sky

by Lawrence J. J. Leonard

Late night storm clouds
swelling and rumbling overhead,
jangling saturated windows
and flashing curtains aglow
with roars that squeeze a gasp
from my thumping heart. Continue reading