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The Roaring Of Dragons(That Cannot be Seen)

Posted in Free Verse Poetry with tags , , , on October 29, 2012 by lengesinski

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English: High mag. Image:Nodular lymphocyte predominant Hodgkin lymphoma – very high mag.jpg (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The Roaring Of Dragons(That Cannot be Seen)


Cellular Level Invaders

Of  Lurking  Dangers Underneath

Striking ‘fore Awareness


Endless Strings of Tests, Numb

Diagnosis Frozen Standstill

Realities of Shock


How Long or Short the Span, Time Stilled

Testing Mettle, Gauge Inner Resolve

Soul-Searching Trudge Ahead


Surgeries, Extractions, Healings

Soul-Searching, Reaching Deep Inside

Finding New Meanings, Clarity

The Roaring of Dragons(That Cannot be Seen)©2012 Leonard.C. Gesinski 10/28/2012

This Piece Was Inspired By Robert Gibbons  Piece ‘A Lump’-For Breast Cancer Awareness)……and on a More Personal Level for My Own Father(Leonard) Who Passed on Some 17 Years Earlier after a Courageous Battle with Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma.


Posted in Free Verse Poetry, Mindspew Session with tags , , on October 26, 2012 by lengesinski

Tenterhooks (album)

Tenterhooks (album) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Tenterhooks(for Tony I*….of Complex Friends and even More Complex Friendships)


Here to There

Anywhere yet Everywhere


But Yet Intended



Not Painless


In Search of

Smallest Corners

Hiding Places

Blind Amblings

and Scamperings


States of Discord

What Casts the Many Dour Shadows Long and Tall?


Tenterhooks©Leonard.C. Gesinski All Rights Reserved(05/29/2012)


Posted in Prose with tags , , , , , on October 8, 2012 by lengesinski

loved ones suffer...

loved ones suffer… (Photo credit: LifeHouseDesign)




The Day-by-Day eventually became Many a Year

Helplessly, I Watched  as an  Invisible and Soundless Plunderer

Of Mind and Memories Slowly but Steadily Chipped away at the Whole Person.

Oh Dementia , How I Loathe Your Thieving Ways!

The Mind becomes Blanker,

  Staggered Recollection of  Persons, Places, Events and Things-

-from the Past On Occasion Came to Light.

Injuries Accumulated, Chipping Away the Physical Self, Injuries, Surgeries, Hospital Stays

Numbly, I Walk Yet Another Hospital’s Marbled Hall

Struggle with The Pained Reality that the Future Brings.


For All of Those Who have Loved Ones Suffering from Dementia, Alzheimers, and Multiple Sclerosis.


Disintegration©Leonard.C. Gesinski All Rights Reserved(10/08/2012)


Posted in Prose with tags , , , on September 29, 2012 by lengesinski

Tempus fugit

Tempus fugit (Photo credit: Universal Pops)




What Does It Take?

To Get…..

The Turning of Eyes Towards the Needs of Many?

The Changing  of Attitudes?

Realigned Priorities?

Training Perspectives Outside the Norm, Outside the Box of Complacency

Losing Attitudes of being Better than, Superiority Helps Hide Skittish Insecurities,

A Quivering Inside, Of Many Unknowns, of the Boogieman Stuffs Built Up from Childhood.

Of Atrocities and Blind Eyes


Perhaps Realizing into Bigger Pictures,

Nowhere Else to Turn,  Run, and Hide

Newly Opened Eyes, without the Need of Special Filters Visions of Convenience

To The Real

Of Schemes, Of Lives, Of Places Far and Wide,

Of Differences Many, Of Languages Old and New, of Realities Stark and Harrowing

Of Life Going On Outside Our Own Pretty Gated Worlds

Of Needs Many, of People of Many Creeds and Colors.

Metamorphosis©Leonard.C. Gesinski All Rights Reserved(03/12/2012)

pavor nocturnus

Posted in Prose with tags , , , on May 19, 2012 by lengesinski

Pavor Nocturnus (Sanctuary)

Pavor Nocturnus (Sanctuary) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

pavor nocturnus

The Shadowy Ones Pass and Continue to Dart About The Room..

I Stare Ahead

Sweating More and More, No Longer Capable of Noticing the Increased Trembling.

Pitter-Patter Heart Races, Pulse Speeding…….

There in the Corner, Something Moves, or a Trick of The Moon’s Light?

…in The Hallway, Did Something Just Walk Past?

On The Ceiling, The Light Fixture Seems to Sway

Closet Door Opening…… Squea-eeeeeaaakkkkk…..


Quickly Jumping Back in Bed….

Clutching Pillow, Slithering Back Under The Sleeping Bag

….It’s Not Real, It’s Not Real, It’s Not Real

WAKE UP!  It’s Only a Bad Dream…….


Damn the Phantoms and Their Foul Screams….

Chased Here and There, Through the Countless and Never-ending Foggy Corridors
umbra, penumbra, and antumbra  

Teasing My Mind’s Eye With Thine Heinous Flicks

Torment My Soul to it’s Very Last Step and Scream


…… is Not Mine to be Had


pavor nocturnus© Leonard.C. Gesinski  All Rights Reserved 05/17/2012


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