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

Blazing Sun
Piercing the autumn clouds
above the shrouds
of Gettysburg
where brother slayed brother
and father slayed son
as metal tore flesh
and shattered bone
and blood irrigated fields
and seeds of enmity sown
and equality was grown
by proclamation
and Address

and so many were
laid to rest
in reverie
of One Nation
under God.

Magnetism

Tom Rubenoff is fine poet who pubishes on Hubpages and his own WordPress poetry blog which I follow. Tom recently wrote a poem about a refrigerator magnet which inspired some additional thoughts of mine which I included in my comment. "One man's meat is another man's poison" but one poet's thoughts are another poet's inspiration.

Magnetism

Tom: The energy images are electric and eclectic. When magnetism is finally fully harnessed as a sustainable energy source, then mankind's greatest hunger will be sated. Since the first log was thrown on the first fire, man has required heat and cold to heat and cool his food for preservation and self-preservation.  In short, man's hunger has fueled his need to harness energy- oxen,horse and slave - for plowing, irrigation and harvest and distribution. Oil has replaced much physical labor - calories- but needs to be replaced itself. Wealth was first created through energy but now wealth obstructs technology for its own advantage. The refrigerator magnet is a fine metaphor for what is needed to fuel that refrigerator and to produce its content. I bet there is some clue in the phrase "animal magnetism".

http://tomrubenoff.wordpress.com/2011/05/28/refrigerator-magnet/#respond

I am a magnet
On the refrigerator door
Holding a picture of your love

By choice

Surrounded by a cloud of electrons
Some of which belong to you
Others like stray-dog-spirits
Once fed

Nipping at unconscious consciousness
Throughout busy motionless
Days on display

Feeling magnetism decaying
Tenuous temporal hold
Attraction bled

Your thoughts visit
The refrigerator
Every day

When they get food
For your reality
I hold a picture

Over my face
While a pack of wild minutes
Bark and drown

My voice