William Leppo 

Venice, Florida 

 
 
 

Wild Bill has been actively writing poetry for approximately ten years. He is an apprentice electrician in Venice, FL. Wild Bill is an active outdoors person who enjoys hunting, fishing and many other sports. He has been published by the Sparrowgrass Poetry Forum and The National Library of Poetry. He started his own business. Wild Bill Enterprises, which is a new format of Greeting Card featuring his poem photographically illustrated. I write poetry in a profound and obscure metaphoric fashion. The Poems I write are Parables of Life. 

 

Mother 

She arrived at sight
Engulfing my form upon first light

Soft sounds emerged from her presence
A calmness that emitted pleasance

Her spectrums, an array of beauty
An existence where birth, her only duty

A soul on which we feast
The home of many feared beasts

Always present but never the same
My mother is subject to change

A deadly foe, an unconquerable ally
An eternal wisdom which is never dry

A kingdom where she is queen
Mother Natures reign is part of the scheme

Life is the game she teaches us to play
Survival, the only move to stay

The Ocean is the Mother of the earth
I shall return to my place of birth

Mask 

The air we breathe
Thoughts to retrieve

Karma to common
The aura selectively summoned

Nights revealed by day
Shrouded gaiety, frivolous play

Reality, clouded by dreams
Eternity, life's main stream

Blessed by the stroke of luck
Ugliness beyond any tuck

Wakened by the task
Who is behind the Mask

Death 

The skeleton on the prairie, bleached by the sun
The window dressed in black, left with a son

A flower arrangement, shriveled and dry
The weeping willow that couldn't cry

A sore in the eye of the universe
The last unicorn, it didn't give birth

A shroud covering eternal sleep
The sound of one last heart beat

The tombstone without a name
The graveyard, the devils pinball game

An urn of ashes on the fireplace eve
Remnants of a past that can't be retrieved

Tears of sorrow, flowing over wrinkled cheeks
Peering into a casket, for one last peek

Was it destined, did it come as a shock
We will all be butchered as universal livestock

Why did you leave me, what will I do
My whole life was surrounded by you

This knock on your door is inevitable one day
Fate will ask you to come out and play

All poems Copyright © 1997 William Leppo. All rights reserved.