Monday, February 28, 2011


Somewhere in Brooklyn
lives a woman
who loves a man
a breadth away
but not too far

a cyclic bohemian
stalks patterned duskiness
strapped saddle boots
steps willful
strong stride; high full thighs
his part of town

while mislay carelessness
somewhere in Brooklyn
a Dominican woman linger
unyielding aged guise
cleave her mans root abreast bosom
for this woman love carriage true

invested nights without knowing
castle her mans loyalty a keepsake
to foreign beauty

yet; an enigma invades
a bed entrusted
she is his gladiator
on this side of town...
where feet; gargoyle claw
hooking iron rods
rattle against freshly painted walls

crawling inside his ladylove
Cartier scent fuse
warmed mango bloom
vanquish the room

while somewhere in Brooklyn
a Dominican woman
chase premonition's
await phone whisper's
admission of allegiance
the satisfied call
quick click "goodbye"

and he continues...
angle pole prod
the surrogate cyclic bohemian
on this side of town...

© 2011 Lepadah


From: SparkyDashforth (SparkyDashforth)
Last Visit: 8:29 AM
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To: lepadahxxx
Posted: Mar 10 11 12:16 PM
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Reply to 56723.1
your words and fresh images sing!!



Wednesday, February 23, 2011




Lydia Percy,
I was just writing/researching for a new chapter when I noticed your email. Nice... It had my mind thinking about other aspects of your creativity!
I do not know what your goals are. I do not know if you like when I want to be involved by editing or suggesting working together. I cant read your mind, but...I do know I want to be your "creative conscious" if you like that idea. I do not know a poet as good as you...well ok maybe Bob  Dylan. I do know a lot of poets, and am performing at Step to the Stool saturday. I am unprepared.
I am not a professional guitarist, but I might be able to put some simple passive guitar behind your words like the piece you sent. That way you dont have to worry about copyrights.
Goodnight, get well.

Larry Mayfield


Dear Lydia.

My friend and editor a creative writing instructor, now retired. I played him the audio of your piece. He had many compliments. Many.

Larry Mayfield


Dear Lydia,

I can edit you much better if I can hear the spoken word like this.
I realize spoken word carries itself differently than on paper.
Let's put our minds together and figure out how one makes an audio and text carry the same weight.
I have seen spoken word have much less effect on paper and am determined to find a way to give it power when written.

Larry Mayfield

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

A Great Lunch Gaw Gai in Long Island City

A beautiful day for lunch out of the office. I had the best lunch @ Gaw Gai Thai Express located near my job in Long Island City can you say yummy!!! I had the Pad See Ew w/Beef. A wonderful mix of sauteed thai rice noodles in black sweet soy sauce with Chinese broccoli and egg... I really enjoyed my lunch break today.

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Friday, February 11, 2011

"Just Thinking About You" A Poem

Just Thinking About You (A Poem)

"I was just thinking about you"
cardinal phrase, a thought
something bought
fresh and oh so brand new
"I was just thinking about you"

the man I call "baby"
erstwhile lapse "daddy"
mid taffeta twinkle
"I love ... " oh no
"I meant ..."

unable to conceal
feelings a peel
"I meant; dig you baby"
"yeah, I dig you baby"
err up under your singing "Happy Feeling"

"huh! now how you go and do that?" he say
"ha, ha, my natured stumbler"
dragoon jaded trinkets
settled wee wrist

"right! ha, ha how you go and do that?" he say
admit the genius
shy ebon Queen
bedtime conversation of revolution
possibly our own
brave hearts fully grown

able vibes for Huey, Cleaver, Bunchy ...
Boondocks and The Roots
carry secret of Orishas
seasoned outer limits
sexually video taped
our escapades; there would be no escape

"you're down; all the way down?"
prepare to go forward
ideas singing new notes
vast voices

"so you said ... you love ... right!"
"now how you go and do that?" he say
indulge one need to appease; please
words that weep ... one unconscious

© 2011 Lepadah


Just Thinking About You ( A Poem )

From: SparkyDashforth (SparkyDashforth)

To: lepadahxxx
Posted: Feb 23 11 03:36 PM
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Reply to 56607.1

This is a very original and cool write.

Great use of language.


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From: GuyBlakeKett (GuyBlakeKett)

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Posted: Feb 26 11 08:21 AM
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great sense of hearing & hearing & hearing again "the spoken word" -- captures its insidious allure. enjoyed.


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From: dreambluestar (dreambluestar)
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To: lepadahxxx
Posted: Mar 01 11 02:29 PM
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your poems are never ever boring...nor are they lightly surfaced...

as always they slow my reading so as not to miss a nuance...and I am challenged and with a angstrom of luck, I will learn something new


Male, 50, Detroit, MI
Posted February 24

i love the depth of your poems. and the flow. and the wit. and the knowledge purveyed.

Poetric Tribute to John Coltrane

Monday, February 7, 2011

Inside Man

Arise and shine
staggering senses
maiden, untapped and adopt
an aching Nubian dryad
thus be
unearth clever perfumes
inflections reverberating heady epistle
daringly compete to quiver free
free from all morning, day and evening
you have become hot liquid
tub water rising above ankles
soaking, steaming orifices
psyche impenetrable
I can't leave
not even in dreams

© 2011 Lepadah

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

The Dark Knight

Arrest one at the dawn
adoring you an epic essay
our clandestine signifying
lingual enclosed a butterfly

letters cryptic notions
logic pegged the worn scrabble board
ordained Valentine

the vague daylight
bastille precious moments
imbued with polemic, sonnets
our assembly

utterances under a whisper
brushing ears
to gather nearer my dear

beholding onto and until
you speak of no more

© 2011 Lepadah