Hard frost and treacherous footing.
Nobody wanting to admit
that the new year
tastes an awful lot
like the old year.

None of our heroes
have been supernaturally resurrected.
There's the same
rank toxicity to our fears.
The jaunty carnival of murder and maiming
continues unabated.
Death remains as senseless.
The corridors of power
are still slippery with slug trails and viscera,
and all the janitors have been
indefinitely furloughed.
It's cold, and
the bus is late again.

Still we persist in believing that
today will be different to yesterday,
that all those wrongs will be righted,
that the proper order - as we each individually, as
thin-skinned gods of our own personal
nuclear universes, perceive it -
will be perennially restored,
the buses will all
run on time,
and no one good
will ever die again.

But the truth is, this year
tastes an awful lot like
the old year.
I could be wrong, I guess.
Maybe everything will
turn out

#media   #humans   #bowie   #cohen   #fascism   #trump   #brexit   #posttruth  
Jan 4

She sang Hallelujah
I said Amen
sing it again
just like Leonard
in a voice
so light
and subtle
it could darken
dark eyes
and I will wear black
like a knight
who must compose
himself before day
breaks forever into
its weary fever.

Sean Hunt
Sean Hunt
Nov 18, 2016

Leonard left
Virgin words
Against the current
Of my mind
To spawn
For the first time

#leonard   #cohen  
Trevor Blevins
Trevor Blevins
Nov 11, 2016

Leonard Cohen, gone the night before we recited Flanders Field,
And our memory was still fresh with poetic inspiration,
The artistic suppression of dread.

Famous Blue Raincoat,
The feelings of despair and isolation abound.
I felt the cold New York traffic that I was separate from all the bustle
And all the life.

Chelsea Hotel with its twists in compassion,
It's all too human and vulnerable to admit your schisms,
The plight of life when it slips away from us,
Into the city and falls off the roof.

Hallelujah resonates most,
The sound of pure emotion
The feeling of triumph with your chest bare to the Earth.
Let the raw expression engulf you, spread the ashes.

#death   #music   #culture   #modern   #cohen  
Ju Clear
Ju Clear
Nov 11, 2016

Just found you have passed
Tears in my eyes as I write.
Len ,Lou and bob too
Your  sounds raised me

You thou Len I would joke about
"not more slit your wrist music "
Forgive me Len I was a kid
Your melloncolly lyrics so fluid and honest
You are the godfather of my lyrical raising .
Fair well my friend

Wrote off the top of my head when I found out of Len passing inspired by my mum and dads hippy raising  one love
#leonard   #cohen  

Before the light goes out
and the night comes in
before the Angels dance
before the dreams begin

I want to hear you one more time.


Sailors in the arcades
Jesus on the streets
news came in on Friday
everybody weeps.

Luann Jung
Luann Jung
May 15, 2016

Everything I own, I carry with me:
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
It has done me good because of the color of the wheat
But love is not a victory march

Herta Müller
e.e. cummings
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Leonard Cohen

No copyright infringement intended; only trying to be creative in the presentation of four quotes that I happen to like.
#poems   #cummings   #saint   #quotes   #leonard   #cohen   #ee   #exupery   #herta   #muller  
Paul Rousseau
Paul Rousseau
Feb 21, 2016

Larry, the man who terraformed Mars, has a scar over his left eye.
Maggie, his younger sister, could not make up her mind.
Her brother was a Star Man. She was left behind.
Maggie swam in the ocean
Larry paid a fine.

Maggie liked tequila
Larry was back on Earth.
He liked snorting space rocks
By the basement furnace hearth.

Larry got a parking ticket
Maggie passed out in the sand
She did not feel a single thing
When she was fucked there by a man.

The baby was coming in April and
Maggie went to the clinic
Larry thought about Venereal tides
While he was out having a picnic.

Larry, the man who terraformed Mars, has a scar over his left eye.
Maggie, his younger sister, could not make up her mind.
Her brother was a Star Man. She was left behind.
Maggie swam in the ocean
Larry paid a fine.

Maggie is now a single mother
In the house with a furnace hearth.

Larry never came back down
The last time he left Earth.

#life   #drugs   #space   #real   #star   #planets   #fiction   #twin   #cohen   #pulp  
Sean Hunt
Sean Hunt
Jan 23, 2016

Lama Leonard
Sing me a song again,
Before your life is over
Before you leave the stage and dive
Down below the clover
Before you reap the seeds you sowed
The wild world over
Between the alphas and the omegas
In bawdry nights inside bodegas

Lama Leonard listen to  
My song before you go
I've listened to yours since sixty eight
And now it's getting late
Ukulele days are numbered now
I  finally found my key
I'd like to know,  before I go,
You listened once to me

Sean Hunt  2013

I have been listening to Leonard Cohen's music since 1968.  I used to live in his neighborhood in Montreal, and we crossed paths in the very early hours of the morning in a diner.  He seemed to be in worse shape than me which was quite an accomplishment in those days.  We both pursued Buddhist studies, and meditated for many years on different mountains, he in California, me in Scotland and Spain.  After monkhood he hooked up with an exotic Hawaiian jazz singer many years younger than him;  I hooked up with a Spanish jazz singer many years younger than me.  I think we are both on our own once again.  There have been many curious parallels in our lives.  I see him as a very special person, an accomplished and humble spiritual seeker.  He is 82 and his impending departure from our stage (probably before mine) sparked this poem a few years ago.
#leonard   #cohen  
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