WINTER SOLSTICE 2015

    I am the darkness that surrounds the world, 

                       

        I am the cloak of mystery, around me all life flows. 

                           
 I am the deep, in me all planets float. 

                                         
I am mystery. 

                               
Out from me shines all light. 

                               
Without darkness there is nothing. 

                                           

  Today is my glory. 

                          

   Tonight I am the force that can deny light. 

                                       
Witness my power.

        

  ©MRL (22nd) Dec 2015

You Will Be Missed

Michael Hall  R.I.P.
5th August 1950 - 23rd November 2015

We who knew him,
Knew him not well;
Not as a husband,
Nor as a Father;
Or a Grandfather
We knew him not as those.

We knew him
As a Friend,
A Comrade,
A Stalwart,
A Republican,
A Generous Gentle Giant
With a warm ready smile.
Mick Hall
You will be missed.

© MRL Nov 2015

Paris est Forte

   

                                      City of Love grieves - Mourns

                                      Lovers laid low - Killed.

                                      By wanton terrorists

                                      Without reprieve - Wounded

                                      Our hearts bleed - Tears

                                      Paris is Strong

                                      

                                      History tells of - Warfare

                                      Invader, a Nazi - Neighbour

                                      Black boots in - Boulevards

                                      Ruled savagely - Executed

                                      Resistance & removed Jews.

                                             Paris is Strong !

                      

                                           © MRL 14th Nov 2015

                                     

THREE SEASONS

The Season is getting tired I can feel it in my bones

It is to me late summer my year of three seasons

Now approaches mid October next month is Winter

Cold damp air will burst strongly down upon us.

Swirling fogs slithering with purpose over bogs

Melting fallen leaves into a dark rich mulch.

My old kin knew only Winter, Spring and Summer 

Enough for them and sufficient to feed me.

The vigour of dark nights star filled sparkling

Tangible air crisp vapours secrete silently upwards

Grass crunches like shards of glass under foot

O so strong, this glorious embracing time.

Late December new light is born to minutely stretch

Illuminate an ice coated lake with frost fringed edge

Pillowed snow sleeps quietly to glow under full moon

A covens chant mingles with owls cry as love abides

Waking mother earth to stir revive bring alive babes

Who under hot Summer sun seemingly died.

© MRL  Oct 10th 2015

Two Echoes of Birr

In a library loft listening

as children’s chirrups 

rise noisily from below

Suddenly no sound

Am I struck deaf ?

No just power of “Shush!”

Sitting sipping coffee

on yellow chair by table

and eating cake.

I see her black bag with decal

of shining silver leaves

with bright picked pearls

Shining brightly.

© MRL Sept 26 2015

September

September has warm winds

scintillating sensuously stirring

Floats breeze over trees

as a murmured prayer

The poet is enamoured enraptured, 

awash with tumbled phrases.

Drunkenly adrift, absorbed

by a gently given gift.

© MRL 9/10/2015

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Beware of a sickly slag

Slithering silently

Through dark air

With malicious fangs

Suffering of poison

self administered

Shares her pain

With vacuous vehement

Beware of misanthropy

swimming from the depths

of depravity

Intent on causing trouble

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