On Discomfort and Pain

Any artist worth their salt would paint a different scene.

A poet would work his muse to sensibly soothe. 

A composer create a musical charm. 

A songster with vocal harmonics would bring comfort.

“Oh where are these masters of the arts ?”

© MRL April 2016

An ode to a Blogger

I’ve been waiting for this final of Romania.

Patiently you know twiddling my fingers,

then anxiously chewing my nails.

Even spent time cutting the grass.

Finally I went on a fast, gave up biscuits,

chocolate too, time went by the poor

reader became thinner and now my

sufferings are over you’ve posted at last!

©MRL Sept 1st 2015
Refers to http://vallypee.blogspot.ie

02 - 2013

My Being Over Seventy

The joys of being over seventy are plentiful

a Forgetful memory is a boon at times

for I can claim to have done what 

I might have done or even did not.

the Hearing is another one won no need

to obey every request - formal or not

I can go on my way in merry innocence.

lack of Strength is another I can use

if an item has to be lifted or moved, then 

to every end I shall abuse.

None of the above is actually true

other than the first line.

My appreciations are simple: a fondness

of Beauty naked or clothed, 

Luscious lips

on which to give a fond kiss, 

Full moons

when I pretend to be demented and get 

away with naughty things. 

finally a Glass of fruity brandy because it makes

me R . . . y!

© MRL 02 - 03 - 13