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...
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, ...
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...
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