Poetry Indeed !

I have long been tormented by poetry, 

tortured by lines calling me from their depths, 

in early hours before dawn. 

When even my house was asleep. 

To rise and sit at a wooden desk with pen in front of paper 

and write all alliteration that comes to mind.

Fec ! 

It is enough to drive drinkers mad, 

such prattle, poetry indeed.

©MRL Dec 2016

LEONARD COHEN - Forgive me ?

I stand swaying in dead air

crying a bucketful of dry tears

as deep as the Ocean

Hearing music so soft, so silent.

For a man  who reached his end.

Did his soul touch yours ?

Were you there at his concerts

or like me stone deaf busy ?

I stand in silence now

Begging forgiveness with dry tears

for staying away so long.

Hearing only Hallelujah 

recognising a single rhythm

That filled a hundred songs

Leonard Cohen 

please forgive me ?

© MRL Nov 2016

OFF HAND THOUGHTS

See you, I don't want to get accustomed to the seasons, 

nor do I want to be complacent with this living and being alive. 

You see, I have seen the ghost-people who have done that 

they are locked onto this planet, trapped almost for ever

Or at least until some kahuna or druid cuts their bonds.

So I sit here with 73 years of cold toes in July waiting.. 

For my flight to the great non-consciousness. 

Join me and we could form a non club, If you like ?

© MRL July 2016