LeeAnne Caputo
@leeannecaputo.bsky.social
A writer, a poet… and sometimes artist . Spiritually awakened and enlightened. Firm believer that peace is achievable, we need to start seeing the similarities in our differences and use them as stepping stones towards reality peace is in our reach.
Mind your own business… I repeat over and over again.
You’re fascinated by me… you stalk me, you hate me but in the next breath, you do something to emulate me. They say imitation is the greatest form of flattery but my abilities. Tell me you’d like to shock me with a car battery.
You’re fascinated by me… you stalk me, you hate me but in the next breath, you do something to emulate me. They say imitation is the greatest form of flattery but my abilities. Tell me you’d like to shock me with a car battery.
October 24, 2025 at 7:38 AM
Mind your own business… I repeat over and over again.
You’re fascinated by me… you stalk me, you hate me but in the next breath, you do something to emulate me. They say imitation is the greatest form of flattery but my abilities. Tell me you’d like to shock me with a car battery.
You’re fascinated by me… you stalk me, you hate me but in the next breath, you do something to emulate me. They say imitation is the greatest form of flattery but my abilities. Tell me you’d like to shock me with a car battery.
What is with you?
This started the issue …
It was his mantra .
She said she was his muse .
At the bar, all he could say she gave him the blues .
Scotch he would say .
It’s been a long day .
Down it went , as he asked for another . He’d close his eyes and think, I should’ve listened to my mother.
This started the issue …
It was his mantra .
She said she was his muse .
At the bar, all he could say she gave him the blues .
Scotch he would say .
It’s been a long day .
Down it went , as he asked for another . He’d close his eyes and think, I should’ve listened to my mother.
September 11, 2025 at 4:04 AM
What is with you?
This started the issue …
It was his mantra .
She said she was his muse .
At the bar, all he could say she gave him the blues .
Scotch he would say .
It’s been a long day .
Down it went , as he asked for another . He’d close his eyes and think, I should’ve listened to my mother.
This started the issue …
It was his mantra .
She said she was his muse .
At the bar, all he could say she gave him the blues .
Scotch he would say .
It’s been a long day .
Down it went , as he asked for another . He’d close his eyes and think, I should’ve listened to my mother.
It may be silver,
But it reads gold
There’s nothing engraved …
Representing the devotion I hold , giving me stories of old, cracking my heart wide open with a love as deep as the ocean… for forgiveness, complete and total was the key of realization. #poetry
But it reads gold
There’s nothing engraved …
Representing the devotion I hold , giving me stories of old, cracking my heart wide open with a love as deep as the ocean… for forgiveness, complete and total was the key of realization. #poetry
August 15, 2025 at 6:02 PM
It may be silver,
But it reads gold
There’s nothing engraved …
Representing the devotion I hold , giving me stories of old, cracking my heart wide open with a love as deep as the ocean… for forgiveness, complete and total was the key of realization. #poetry
But it reads gold
There’s nothing engraved …
Representing the devotion I hold , giving me stories of old, cracking my heart wide open with a love as deep as the ocean… for forgiveness, complete and total was the key of realization. #poetry
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July 23, 2025 at 12:58 PM
2003 was the year…An attorney, a cigarette and a lift made us friends. Five years, reams of paper…printer toner, sushi and laughs, frustration and commiserations we realized that what was friendship blossomed into a relationship… 20 years not long enough. Cancer sucks.
July 22, 2025 at 4:16 AM
2003 was the year…An attorney, a cigarette and a lift made us friends. Five years, reams of paper…printer toner, sushi and laughs, frustration and commiserations we realized that what was friendship blossomed into a relationship… 20 years not long enough. Cancer sucks.
July 18, 2025 at 4:14 AM
Reposted by LeeAnne Caputo
One woodpecker, one tree --
a specialist, a project --
a private practice
#haiku #haikufeels prompt: practice
a specialist, a project --
a private practice
#haiku #haikufeels prompt: practice
July 10, 2025 at 12:21 AM
One woodpecker, one tree --
a specialist, a project --
a private practice
#haiku #haikufeels prompt: practice
a specialist, a project --
a private practice
#haiku #haikufeels prompt: practice
Reposted by LeeAnne Caputo
“Poet Lovers”
the glamorous way
she lights the page
when the moon
reflects the sun
the amorous way
she holds my gaze
while the words
drip off my tongue
#poetry
the glamorous way
she lights the page
when the moon
reflects the sun
the amorous way
she holds my gaze
while the words
drip off my tongue
#poetry
November 27, 2023 at 6:03 PM
“Poet Lovers”
the glamorous way
she lights the page
when the moon
reflects the sun
the amorous way
she holds my gaze
while the words
drip off my tongue
#poetry
the glamorous way
she lights the page
when the moon
reflects the sun
the amorous way
she holds my gaze
while the words
drip off my tongue
#poetry
July 3, 2025 at 11:58 PM
Original Thinker
I am the original
To take my idea,
You should be so bold
You look at my words…To say - I’ll tweak
And it’s mine
But you can’t do
The cadence
The rhythm ,The rhyme
You’re not doing
What you think.
What I do, is more
Than sublime.
I tell #stories
From my mind.
MY MIND.
I am the original
To take my idea,
You should be so bold
You look at my words…To say - I’ll tweak
And it’s mine
But you can’t do
The cadence
The rhythm ,The rhyme
You’re not doing
What you think.
What I do, is more
Than sublime.
I tell #stories
From my mind.
MY MIND.
June 27, 2025 at 4:53 PM
Original Thinker
I am the original
To take my idea,
You should be so bold
You look at my words…To say - I’ll tweak
And it’s mine
But you can’t do
The cadence
The rhythm ,The rhyme
You’re not doing
What you think.
What I do, is more
Than sublime.
I tell #stories
From my mind.
MY MIND.
I am the original
To take my idea,
You should be so bold
You look at my words…To say - I’ll tweak
And it’s mine
But you can’t do
The cadence
The rhythm ,The rhyme
You’re not doing
What you think.
What I do, is more
Than sublime.
I tell #stories
From my mind.
MY MIND.
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June 24, 2025 at 1:25 PM
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As the daylight waned
I strived to read the sunset,
To gleam its secrets.
Try as I might, darkness fell
I was left unenlightened
#tanka #haikufeels
I strived to read the sunset,
To gleam its secrets.
Try as I might, darkness fell
I was left unenlightened
#tanka #haikufeels
May 30, 2025 at 1:39 PM
As the daylight waned
I strived to read the sunset,
To gleam its secrets.
Try as I might, darkness fell
I was left unenlightened
#tanka #haikufeels
I strived to read the sunset,
To gleam its secrets.
Try as I might, darkness fell
I was left unenlightened
#tanka #haikufeels
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May 30, 2025 at 4:09 PM
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🎶 A rainy day song for Soot 🐈⬛
meu raio de sol, minha única
você me faz feliz na chuva
quero que saiba, vou sempre te amar
mas por favor, não arranhe meu rosto
my sunshine, my one and only
you make me happy in the rain
I want you to know I'll always love you
but please don't scratch my face
meu raio de sol, minha única
você me faz feliz na chuva
quero que saiba, vou sempre te amar
mas por favor, não arranhe meu rosto
my sunshine, my one and only
you make me happy in the rain
I want you to know I'll always love you
but please don't scratch my face
May 31, 2025 at 1:47 PM
🎶 A rainy day song for Soot 🐈⬛
meu raio de sol, minha única
você me faz feliz na chuva
quero que saiba, vou sempre te amar
mas por favor, não arranhe meu rosto
my sunshine, my one and only
you make me happy in the rain
I want you to know I'll always love you
but please don't scratch my face
meu raio de sol, minha única
você me faz feliz na chuva
quero que saiba, vou sempre te amar
mas por favor, não arranhe meu rosto
my sunshine, my one and only
you make me happy in the rain
I want you to know I'll always love you
but please don't scratch my face
Reposted by LeeAnne Caputo
May 23, 2025 at 12:24 PM
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May 23, 2025 at 12:28 PM
“Where is your commitment ring?”she said.
“What ring?” She replied quizzically.
She thought it was an odd question to be asked . Commitment rings are high school things. She was 39 years old. Far beyond those things. She looked at the woman who was thinking she was making her feel bad #story
“What ring?” She replied quizzically.
She thought it was an odd question to be asked . Commitment rings are high school things. She was 39 years old. Far beyond those things. She looked at the woman who was thinking she was making her feel bad #story
May 22, 2025 at 2:02 AM
“Where is your commitment ring?”she said.
“What ring?” She replied quizzically.
She thought it was an odd question to be asked . Commitment rings are high school things. She was 39 years old. Far beyond those things. She looked at the woman who was thinking she was making her feel bad #story
“What ring?” She replied quizzically.
She thought it was an odd question to be asked . Commitment rings are high school things. She was 39 years old. Far beyond those things. She looked at the woman who was thinking she was making her feel bad #story
Heaven above me
Bright blue day, black velvet night
Galaxy Christmas tree
#Haiku #micropoetry #blueskywriters #writethenight #afterdark #imagination
Bright blue day, black velvet night
Galaxy Christmas tree
#Haiku #micropoetry #blueskywriters #writethenight #afterdark #imagination
May 18, 2025 at 12:31 AM
Heaven above me
Bright blue day, black velvet night
Galaxy Christmas tree
#Haiku #micropoetry #blueskywriters #writethenight #afterdark #imagination
Bright blue day, black velvet night
Galaxy Christmas tree
#Haiku #micropoetry #blueskywriters #writethenight #afterdark #imagination
The Star
Visions of flashbulbs
Danced in her head
Echoes of her name
Screamed on and on
Her gown , gold lamé
A perfect fit
they all would say …
A red carpet rolled up
To greet her
It was her time to shine
A shame it was, just … a theatre created in her mind…
#poetry #writersofbluesky #write
Visions of flashbulbs
Danced in her head
Echoes of her name
Screamed on and on
Her gown , gold lamé
A perfect fit
they all would say …
A red carpet rolled up
To greet her
It was her time to shine
A shame it was, just … a theatre created in her mind…
#poetry #writersofbluesky #write
May 17, 2025 at 5:10 AM
The Star
Visions of flashbulbs
Danced in her head
Echoes of her name
Screamed on and on
Her gown , gold lamé
A perfect fit
they all would say …
A red carpet rolled up
To greet her
It was her time to shine
A shame it was, just … a theatre created in her mind…
#poetry #writersofbluesky #write
Visions of flashbulbs
Danced in her head
Echoes of her name
Screamed on and on
Her gown , gold lamé
A perfect fit
they all would say …
A red carpet rolled up
To greet her
It was her time to shine
A shame it was, just … a theatre created in her mind…
#poetry #writersofbluesky #write
Lightning illuminated
the dark sky…
Thunder followed in unison.
Signaling raindrops.
#haiku #poetry #micropoetry #afterdark #blueskywriters
the dark sky…
Thunder followed in unison.
Signaling raindrops.
#haiku #poetry #micropoetry #afterdark #blueskywriters
May 12, 2025 at 1:51 AM
Lightning illuminated
the dark sky…
Thunder followed in unison.
Signaling raindrops.
#haiku #poetry #micropoetry #afterdark #blueskywriters
the dark sky…
Thunder followed in unison.
Signaling raindrops.
#haiku #poetry #micropoetry #afterdark #blueskywriters
May 5, 2025 at 6:00 PM
The Buddhist say “ Before enlightenment, chop wood carry water. After enlightenment, chop wood carry water.”
#enlightenment #kundalini
#enlightenment #kundalini
May 5, 2025 at 5:52 PM
The Buddhist say “ Before enlightenment, chop wood carry water. After enlightenment, chop wood carry water.”
#enlightenment #kundalini
#enlightenment #kundalini