Nature's serenity and Society's anxiety

are the muse of poet LuCxeed who more than often

travels back and forth, between nature and society,

dedicating life and passion to creativity and poetry.

Some LuCxeed poems are inspired by true events in modern life,

by true stories, and some with biting humour.

Selected LuCxeed Poems Col .iii. "Spirit Speed" released March 2022.

Selected LuCxeed Poems Col .ii. "Math & Music" released January 2022.

Selected LuCxeed Poems Col .i. "Train of Morrow" released November 2021.

Top quality print, books for any age, wonderful gifts.

Poetry, song lyrics, photos & philosophy

- Poet’s philosophy for Simplicity, for Harmony -

all make each page exquisite art.

Tune in to spiritual serenity, to connect or reconnect - 

each poem is a song, hummed in the poet's soul.

One part of the book is

"quote from introduced poem",

without spoiling readers' understanding or imagination,

to quote a poem to introduce the poem,

and all quotes are in art calligraphy.

Titles as 

"Visit my Confidant"

"Half Soul’s Hope"

"Train of Morrow"

"A Cottage"

"Secret Regret"

"Mercy! My Lord of Fame"

"Have we ever met"

"Soldier's Engagement Ring"

"Love’s Footsteps"
from Train of Morrow

"Math and Music"

"Its Own Contrary"

"Chemistry of Jealousy"

"Me and Drizzle"

"Catastrophe Shocked"

"Meet the Wisest"

"Couch Magician"

"Unless..."

"Fate Rolls the Dice .II."
from Math and Music

"Intrepid Legend"

"Spirit Speed"

"Road Untraveled"

"Gear Shift"

"His Backyard"

"Shield from More Love"

"Farewell"

"At Edge of Moonlight"

"Night"

"Song from Calm Sea"

from Spirit Speed

From poem "Train of Morrow":

 "Is Past a past

 or a ghost?

 or, as birth mark, a halo

 on Train of Morrow  

 Mind, haunted, 

 disturbed, confused,

 cannot think, nor rest."

From poem "Math and Music":

 "I'm fond of math

 A fountain of logic's truths

 I'm fond of poems

 A realm of rhapsodic hums"

From poem "From Edge of Moonlight":

"The moonlight descending

dims over the wilderland

Green eyes of wolves, greedy, blink

I hear the fear of trembling grass"

From poem "Road Untraveled":

"I'm in the middle 

Of nowhere, of somewhere,

Led by a road untraveled.

Lost the trace of return.

No sign of threading through.

A road untraveled 

Traps me in nowhere.

I make two turns, finding no clue;

I make a third turn to think it through."