Cohen Poems

Trying To Live In Your Shadow

I have not prayed enough to be like you,
I have not loved enough to write like you.
The night is my god, stars my angels
I'll never touch,
while the darkness that hides in my pockets
my lover, but we may speak to one another
in the ten minute afterlife of my brain,
trying to catch up to its dead body.
The

The Lepre-Cohen

On Saint Pat’s Day, with the Guinness flowin’
All night long the blarney was blown’
I’ll trap a Leprechaun—I’d shout 
With chicken soup, not stout!
Then caught the rarely seen Lepre-Cohen!

Written 3/27/22

How I Want To Die

There's a boy who's crying in sheer dread
I want to save him
From the gun that's pointed 'gainst his head
I want to save him

There's a girl who's shivering in the cold
I want to save her
From the knife pressed hard against her throat
I want to save her

I'll take a bullet from a gun
A knife wound in my

Prayer For America

America...

After 9/11, the country seemed reborn
Ready to shift from the shallow to the profound

What ever happened to the America that could have been?
What ever happened to the America we deserve?

Step into my church
And pray
For a nation growing dumber
Every day

What ever happened to the heroes
That should have been?
(I want to know)

Whatever happened to the stars
That should

I Had a Dream

A great man had a dream
Ending in a murder scene
And I'm not such a man
Never been so brave or grand

But little one
I had a dream
About a nation that became...

A dazzling sky
The heroes of youth
A burning ache
Resurrecting Truth

My dreamy one
I had a dream
About a nation that became...

A guiding hand
Wipes the greed away
A whistle blown
Digs corruption's grave

My

Poet Or Sinner

You knew me when I built monsters
Before the days when you bled
You knew me when I surrendered
To the nightmares in my head

You were just a child
Nothing's ever changed
I see the child in you
Like some eternal flame

Come take my hand
Share my lonely dinner
Tell me if you think
I'm a poet or sinner

Poet or sinner
Tell me what I

The Mentor

In dreams I appear and take her
Down a path she dares not wander
In a town beset by plunder
I shake her blood and bone

In dreams she asks my guidance
How to live in holy silence
Beyond the anger of her father
Enrich her mind and soul

Hold me inside all the night
Your leader's your baby
Hold me inside all the night
Your

My Key To the Stars

I reach for you, in a bed gone dark
I feel for you, in the empty air
I reach for you, in dreams so scared
I can't believe, that you're not there

I ache for you, four seasons love
I reach for you, for one last dance
I ache for you, for times gone by
I serenade, your ghost in France

You promised
Never

If I Could Divide the Smell of Flowers

If I could divide the smell of flowers
I'd send some to the falsely charged
Locked in prison cells
Send some to the lonely seniors
Trapped in apartment hells

Send some to the weary miners
Sweating beneath the ground
Send some to the invisible people
Hauling our garbage round

Some answers in life are so easy
Like zero plus zero is none
But how do we

There Was a Boy

There was a boy
Playing on a swing
Deep in love with life
Loving everything

And he'd speak to God
When all alone
Making deals with God
'Bout his dreams and hopes

When the night would fall
And he'd lie in bed
Listening to the tunes
Playing in his head

And the boy made a wish,
Prayed to God up high
"Let me write a song
Makes the whole world

The Crime of Being Me

On a brutal winter night
We stood bravely side by side
Against snowballs launched our way
By the enemies of our kind

In a graveyard's mourning light
We both choked up, cried and cried
As the angels lifted him
On Death's gloomy wings of flight

And you declared me dead, my brother
For the crime of being me
For all the faults I have
Well, I

Father, You Believed

Father, you believed
Never let me bleed
Helped me in my grief
Helped me in my need

Never let me down
Wish you were around
Walking through this town
You're nowhere to be found

Dad, I love you so

Father you believed
Never let me bleed
Always took my side
Always saved my life

Walking through this town
You're nowhere to be found

Dad I love you so

All your life
You

Re Leonard Cohen

he sang poetry
sonorous enchanting tone
metaphorical

Prison Cohen Started To Head

Prison Cohen Started To Head

Prison is where Cohen started to head,
Which is something that he does dread;
His teeth brushing;
Commode slushing;
Eating meals and spending nights in bed.

Jim Horn

Cohen Sang Song

Cohen Sang Song

Cohen sang song which was a carol;
Now they have Trump over a barrel;
He started new cult,
Called sexual assault;
Not only that presidency is imperil.

Jim Ho Ho Horn

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