Hub Pages, Laughter and Love

Some writer friends of mine and I have engaged in a weekly challenge for the past month. We've written about passion, kisses, friendship and most recently, laughter. 

Hubpages is a multimedia platform for writers of all skill levels and I have written and published there for more than three years. Hub construction utilizes separate capsules for text, photos, videos, links, maps, surveys, and comments.  As traffic to your published Hub increases, so to do the number of regular followers who appreciate your work and artistry.  Your Hub capsules can be organized and arranged as you prefer with the comments always at the end. 

Sometimes the conversational exchanges in the comment section are more extensive and interesting than the original article. Such was the case in the Hub which I wrote about the work of the poet and artist, Charles 'Hank' Bukowski.

I'm pleased with my latest published Hub which made me both laugh and cry during its creation. Take a look and you'll understand why laughter and tears cannot be addressed separately.
http://hubpages.com/hub/Love-to-Laugh-and-Laugh-to-Love-the-More-Were-a-Merrier-We

The other Musketeers

• Love to Laugh and Laugh to Love:... the More We're a Merrier We
• Cry till I Laugh
• Monster's Dance
• Things that make me laugh by Blondey
• You make me laugh

Freedomain Radio Podcasts

Freedomain Radio Podcasts Though philosophy and metaphysics challenge me, they confuse me too. Listen yourself.

barbed wire

barbed wire

if one can stand, then one must rise to fullest height

if only kneel, then kneel erect in brave dignity;

if beaten to the ground by the despots cruel might

then lift your head to meet the crush of tyranny.

sligobay

Mobile Marketing Forum | LinkedIn

Mobile Marketing Forum | LinkedIn

Gerry Gilligan • Tammy, that's a great use and application for a QR code. You can prepare your own name tag to wear at any event that includes your own QR code. If you are fashion conscious, and I assume you are, you can now create your own QR Code in living color. You can create a brand new business card for each event for free and the rainbow is your only limit. You can link to my Company website from my linked in profile page. Mobile Marketing Menu provides a FREE QR Code rainbow generator. It doesn't make a rainbow but you can use any color in the rainbow spectrum - or black, if that's the evening fashion. A single name tag can generate hundreds of business cards in the smart phones of colleagues and customers. Of course those smart phones will first need to download a free mobile app to read and translate the code. This may eventually put the business card printers out of business. Keep up the good work. people need to be freaked out to open their eyes and mind to the destination of our industry


http://www.mobilemarketingmenu.com/qr-code-generator/

21st Century Heroine Fights Addiction and Ghosts of Christmas Past

21st Century Heroine Fights Addiction and Ghosts of Christmas Past : This article and poem were inspired by a friend whom I have never met in person and yet we know each other well from our writings, poetry and email. Twenty years ago, we would never have met. And yet fate has thrown us together. I am richer for the experience and introduce you to my dear friend, Kimberly.

Energy Solutions

I wouldn't waste a stamp on snail mail to justify my Congressman's existence. The words of citizens fall on deaf ears in D.C.. Shale Gas is the salvation of America. The oil companies are investing and ramping up production. Our commercial fleets are converting to natural gas and the entire fleet will be transformed in seven years. America leads the world in this resource and it can now be produced without further delay. We can dump nuclear completely just like Germany - the only economically successful European country. We have a one hundred year supply of this shale gas and can set up our own OPEC and regulate export with an export duty to dig us out of debt. Leave the windmills to the Dutch.

The best sustainable energy for the future is hydroelectric power, just like with dams. However, the water power to harness is tidal movement which goes two ways and never stops. From coast to coast to coast, Atlantic, Pacific and Gulf, we can install new tidal engines and light this country up like BROADWAY. Get rid of the lobbyists who slow down progress. Regulate the Banks like in the days of savings and loan and hold them accountable to local depositors. God Bless America.

Ants Aint Just Insects but Model Social Communities for Homo Sapiens

Ants Aint Just Insects but Model Social Communities for Homo Sapiens : This is my newest Hub with a poem that I call"Underfoot"

Without

I call but there's no anwer and I write without reply,

I look but cannot find you, my reach is always shy;

I long for lost embraces, sustained, secure, and sure,

and remnant spectral traces that may still endure;

Your smile was brilliant sunshine piercing thunderous cloud,

Your laughter, sweet succour, lifting gloom's maudlin shroud;

Your smell, fragrant musk, sentimental pheromone,

Your lush long locks within my fumbling fingers, now gone;

Centigrade risings from our loins, taut, intense, long missed,

Retrograde passion of our lips, locked wetly, deep kissed;

Lemonade bitter parting, sugar shared so sweetly,

Soothing strokes of silken skin, severed so neatly;

Love lost impales the soul upon the stake of desire,

Trove of heartfelt treasure, in flames, upon cruel pyre.

© Copyright 2009-2011 Gerry Gilligan - SligoBay with all rights reserved.

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sligobay poetry

• Alfie
  John Alfred Sharkey was born in Roscommon, Ireland. He emigrated to New Jersey, USA, married Rita, and fathered and raised three lovely daughters who married and produced lovely grandchildren. Alfie spent...
• Firepoker
  fire poker my heart dwells by your hearth like the cast iron fire tool, the warmth of your fire heats my metal slowly; then in the grip of your firm hand ignites me as the fiery ingot, ...
• noregret
  Knocknarea,County Sligo, Ireland cairn of Queen Maeve Alone To just hold a soft hand, I long, To share a chat, a burst of song; To hold a door, carry your book, Ah do I miss that special look; ...
• Irish Dirty Dancing
  Not every Irish lad or lass is gifted to the same degree. Yet, on this westernmost edge of Europe, this tiny insular land of less than five million inhabitants, the populace reels in the heat of 'dance...

Rise

Knowing that you are in another realm and just about to rise,

My steady hand is at the helm to guide your waking eyes;

Pensively, I wait your day and all the joy it brings,

My ready heart is at the port in need of your supplies.

Apart in sleep can bare be borne,

without you, left forlorn;

Jumpstart my heart wth flickering lash,

from darkness yet be torn.

Ignite the dawn with an earthy yawn,

spare not the stretch of arms;

thrust out your breasts to my heaving chest,

crush me in your embrace.

Once day has dawned, I'm n'er alone,

again we share the sphere;

your hoarsened words sing comfort tones;

as my eyes shed their tear.

Gerry Gilligan, c. 2009 -2011, copyright, all rights reserved

a/k/a sligobay

Transit

Night is naught but a transit to sunrise,

A preface to tomorrow, today's reprise;

Night unveils the thoughts that dwell in limbo,

Brilliance disguised, day's demise, poised akimbo.

Mere absence of light, the night, at first sight,

‘til star burst supplies new paint for the skies;

Galactic haze, heaven’s maze in the moonlight,

Reveal mysteries of the ages, darkness’ surprise.

Sunshine’s interlude, this day’s prize,

Nocturnal flight, black knight upon dark steed,

Surmounting melting time warped guise,

Trots timely, through darkest dread.

Sand drains through the hourglass to fill my eyes,

Spirit gallops through dreamscapes, faerie land;

Stables of repose, sleep saddles my cries,

Strands of wild rose, horseshoe bouquet, crowning garland.

Transit

Night is naught but a transit to sunrise,

A preface to tomorrow, today's reprise;

Night unveils the thoughts that dwell in limbo,

Brilliance disguised, day's demise, poised akimbo.

Mere absence of light, the night, at first sight,

‘til star burst supplies new paint for the skies;

Galactic haze, heaven’s maze in the moonlight,

Reveal mysteries of the ages, darkness’ surprise.

Sunshine’s interlude, this day’s prize,

Nocturnal flight, black knight upon dark steed,

Surmounting melting time warped guise,

Trots timely, through darkest dread.

Sand drains through the hourglass to fill my eyes,

Spirit gallops through dreamscapes, faerie land;

Stables of repose, sleep saddles my cries,

Strands of wild rose, horseshoe bouquet, crowning garland.

© Copyright 2009-2011 Gerry Gilligan - SligoBay with all rights reserved.

windward way

Windward

I am always there.

I am the dream that awakens you.

I am the the tightly woven linen sheet that drapes and cradles you.

I am the patched quilt that dresses your mattress and collects the warmth of your body.

I've moved into your head and your heart and your lingere drawer.

I am the thought that provokes you, the racing beat that excites you and the indecision of what first to lay against your naked skin.

I am in the shower and by the fire and in the garden.

I am the warm pulsing spray that washes you, the blue licking flames that warm you and the hard frozen earth that clings to your crocus and daffodil bulbs.

I am the bar of Nivea held loosely in your hand and smeared across the length and breath of your body, cleansing and rinsing.

I am the handful of skin lotion rubbed repeatedly between your toes, beneath your souls, along your ankles, carressing your calves, nursing the nape of your knees and inundating the inner aspect of your milky-white thighs, all permeating the membrane of your derma and seeping so deeply into your cells.

I am the acrid aroma of your free-trade coffee and the oozing spread of creamed cheese between the halves of your bagel.

I am the sweetness and moisture of the ripened rainbow of berries against your swollen tongue.

I am the meadowlark swooping in your fallow field, the common carp lunging in your gurgling brook and the stallion stag rutting in your lush forest.

We are the wild whipping wet wintry wind wrapping the world.

© Copyright 2009-2011 Gerry Gilligan - SligoBay with all rights reserved.

out of love

Hate, want 

and anger 

are toxic

Love is patient 

and love is kind

Love is wrapped 

in mink stoles 

and tin foil

Evil dons 

the mask of love

Emotional extortion 

is hard to resist 

for both players.

Sligobay

shall

the lame shall walk

and the dumb shall talk

and the numb shall strum 

their heartstrings in tune

as we hum 

our yuletide carols 

like chalk

against a blackboard

friends in silver swoon.

sligobay

For Sale

We all sell ourselves daily in this world
Even the fat man leaves his flag unfurled
No hand, tongue, ass, or heart unsullied
No spirit soars until its been bullied
Fueled by our blood, sweat and tears that we've shed
Pain, the proof that we've lived not just dwelled dead.

sligobay