11 - 2012

The Grey Politician

The grey man dressed as he spoke 

in dreary monotonous phrases

expounded under cold monotone sky

My concentration drifted angrily 

a question in my mind

‘How dull does he think we are?’

I must take action, my ears have closed

the fists have tightened 

The adrenaline has risen.

I shall paint his tired ego brightly

with rainbow coloured words

drawn from nature’s dictionary

Rudely, perhaps crudely even

display my chagrin, explain

modulate and express in fiery tone

If a politician you feel to be

discard your paper speeches

and speak freely from the heart

Then I in my madness

Might

Vote for you!

10 - 2012

MAGICAL MUSIC

Magical music fosters

Heart minds to rise

In a yeast of bliss

On hearing long notes

Played slowly - crystal clear

Smooth haunting melodies

Awakens Celtic elements

Moves Sky and Sea to Land

Silken clouds float in west wind

Bring Atlantic waves to flow

Caress the shore with a Kiss

 Lingering close as lovers do.

©MRL 21st October 2012

No. 09-2012 A Billion Light Years Away

A Billion Light Years Away

My true creation memory.
I was born from a fat cream cloud
that swooped in a gentle curve earthwards
Accompanied by a long note
torn from a scream - Mine
Me, a solitary thing knowing no kin
deposited alone in an alien world
Where earthlings invent comfort zones
boundaries, borders, counties & religions
All controlled with creeds of peace and love
in practice the opposite is The Law
A punishment planet where poverty feeds
rich power hungry A1 dynasties
Who exert their force over all dominions
(mineral, plant, animal & human life)
Alone at night I stand naked under stars
looking at my true home planet
A billion light years away.

©MRL 14-09-2012

08 - 2012

The island of Ireland

I walk on heather clad mountains

where deep peat blankets a secret

Supported by ancient rock

that was once a river bed in Africa

Sitting now in cold north atlantic 

children of Gondwanaland

Migrated to Ireland and feel at home !

© MRL   Sept 12th  2012

07-2012

CROCUS

She glides across rooms in my mind

leaving a perfumed trace

a malleable presence of her

unique being speaks to me

Unconsciously I utter her message 

preparing the ground

scattering ripe forms

of organic shape

Words born from clays birthed in earth

fired in volcanic heat

cooled softened tempered

sit gently on the page

or

in air float lovingly.

© MRL 19-06-12

06 - 2012

GENTLY.

Gently touch finger tips

to finger tips, hers.

Time elongated.

A pearl brightly fell

or was it 

A raindrop light filled.

That created a mystic mind spell.

What charm did she cast

or potion distill.

Perhaps none.

Nothing so rudely earthy

wormed out of clay.

Such as this sensitive synchronicity 

of two spirits

Who momentarily 

Shared and Enjoyed 

each others energy.

©MRL 29-05 -12

05- 2012

Lip Tease.

the Women 

I fear to kiss

have a long mouth 

Thin 

slightly rendered 

for on

such  lips

I might slip 

swallowed

whole 

forever

gone.

Yet

Sweet

 rosebud

lips

plump pink

even 

lush red

ripe

moving

slightly

side to side

encourages

me 

to 

linger

and 

I'll say 

no more

for

your imagination

is all……….

© MRL 18-05-12