I am changing my diet.

From meat to grain

both fed by sunshine

Similar yet different

a connotation under stood.

Swift silent stiletto 

sheared a friendship.

When first line misunderstood

The portcullis is fixed down

and I am without… alas, alas.

Gone now into emptiness

words and phrases shared.

For what was their worth

those well meaning words.

Now that all is destroyed.

I am changing my diet…

Yet again !

©MRL Feb2023

THE AWAKENING

In early morn at 3 a.m. before a day is born

Clear thoughts transmit clarity - minds mystical magic

As deep understanding rides tranquil waves alive.

Pure Love exists entire empathy, compassion, selfless - ness

Dead: controlling ego, gone singular anger, anxiety, greed.

Birthed: universal love lives

Floating free are we who have lost the inhibited me.

© MRL August 2021 

In the Forest

In the forest;

squirrels scamper 

arboreal acrobats aloft,

above drifting docile deer.

A foresters’ handsaw 

recreates 

Jay birds’ call.

Homeward bound 

boots

 break bronze 

brittle 

beech leaf,

next years mulch.

© MRL

09-01-21

I stared enthralled

Recently while I was drinking coffee outside of the Russell Gallery at New Quay, Co. Clare I had a lucid experience of a strange happening on the far shore of Aughinish, between sea caves in the cliff and the ruins of a derelict farm house close to the pebbled beach.

Being so moved I decided to write a poem about my experiences.

I Stared enthralled

I stared enthralled

as miller’s grit- shards

shimmered streamed

clothed a rivers air

My mind ran free seeing

Figures of every age converse

convivially move as before.

Silent souls, opaque beings

on death’s opposite shore.

©MRL August 2020 

PURPLE

Above long purple velvet boots

Stride shapely legs determined

To walk a unique path

From shoulder swings a purple bag

Contents can be guessed or not

Somethings are better left alone.

On her head perhaps a purple hat

Her gloved hand may one day hold

A walking aid to strike railings loud

Time will tell if all this comes true

I make bold to predict

A fun future of eccentric liberty

For She who wears well Purple !

© MRL  Sept 23rd 2018

TASTY SUMMER

I grappled with dappled plum pie

consumed fruity dished depths

Slurping sweet sickly treat 

that clung to chin quickly

a greedily gobbled dessert

And now my belly hurts.

© MRL August 2018

Conformity never a fault of mine

It was all so long ago those other lives of mine

I was a son to parents that I did not understand

A pupil for teachers to lead me by the nose

To policeman who stopped to interrogate my moves

They’re now all gone, the authoritarians to their graves

While I in my preciousness am still alive, always a rebel !

Independent thought is my means to find another way

Look at old problems turn them on their head

Every scene looks better when turned up side down

Life is a spiral they say, except that I jumped its lines

My indomitable spirit threw away their rule book

For conformity has never been a fault of mine.

I am and shall remain on the outer edges of the lines

Escaping by forms that go beyond expectations

Living the life of freedom, committed to eccentricity

Challenging political nonsense, lifting lids peering

Beyond the stale and stalled to seek an alternative

Prance ostentatious ? Yes that it may be but mine!

I seek not followers, for lead I shall not

Other than to encourage you to find freedom

To think and inwardly deliberate on how to abscond

Those chains of command, rules and obdurate laws.

For I drank before my birth from a cup that screamed

Loudly of Liberty!

   © MRL 22/02/2018