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Shadow Dancing
In the shadow of sleeping Kings,
soldiers, and poets,
comes another battlefield day,
man against man, invisible wars,
hell’s fury unleashed among trees.
Yet, upon the rocky shore,
angels dance and sing,
reminding us there is something more
than misery.
Beauty glints among broken things.
Hope is on the horizon.
So on these solemn days,
let us find something...
Friday 27th November 2020 1:50 am
Turning Darkness to Light (for Leonard Cohen)
Broken, turning to the arm of the record player
resting down the crackling voice
telling you what you have just been through
and will do again, and you are not alone.
And the words seep in like a porous sponge
just wanting to be healed and protected
and you carry his armour
of a trilby hat
not so fitting suit
a smile that would fit perfectly on a child
...
Tuesday 25th August 2020 3:53 pm
Songs From The Womb
Through my life I’ve collected voices
maybe twice a decade a new singer comes to me
and I can’t let it pass by
without holding tight
Through the years certain songs seem magnetic, somehow
whole albums written in a style I know too well
for it to be coincidence
and I have to hold it close
When Joni sings of ‘skating away’
something jumped out of the speakers
and Leonard says a ‘highwa...
Tuesday 17th September 2019 9:07 pm
Closing Time (For Leonard Cohen)
Tonight as I lay
Myself to troubled sleep
I shall shed such tears
Not of profound sorrow
But of exalted joy
For the oneness of your poetry
For the wisdom of your words
Written and spoken from your heart
For your sights unseen
For your songs unheard
For your tastes untraveled
Tonight as I lay
Myself to troubled sleep
I shall dream such dreams
Where Jesus takes me down to The River
...
Monday 14th November 2016 12:37 am
You're My Man
O! Tell me again my teacher
hungrily, I listen to your story
ravenous, by candlelight
call it out in a sooty street
Make your incisions with deep insight
the surgeon stillness of those deft hands
wisdoms draped in laurel leaves
infinite movement, sweet inertia
Shower me, my master
my naivety gladly surrenders
in the wake of your delivery
O Len, sing for me
some story I can dismant...
Sunday 13th November 2016 12:21 am
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