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59Sligo Town
poetry by sligobay
- 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... - 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... - departed
Dearly Departed from every pore cursed pain cries daylight daggers stab dreary eyes, body recoils with mournful sighs worn will embraces last goodbyes; restless heart pines for loves undone ... - Disneylove
Disneylove i will long for the end of this day, whilst my love is far away; yet i'll know she'll come to me, as the sun sets into the sea. she rose before me this morn, as i danced... - Takeflight
Take Wing Fowl of nature bound to earth, cock and hen, denied heaven's mirth; Sacrificed flesh mankind sustain, down for warmth, fresh eggs like rain; Caaww, caackle, cheep, cheep, whiip oor weel,...
Carnival
stream of consciousness
shopping cart
shabbot shalom echoes the melody of the song of Solomon,
reflections of the memories of Greek King Agamemnon;
what Pharaoh reigned Egypt when the Red Sea parted,
chronology lost in sands of time, hourglass, when it all started.
search engines, world wide web and wikipedia
spit knowledge at us like a gob of phlegm;
overwhelmed daily, propaganda, mass media,
overcombust, no one to trust, laws of the realm.
criminals all, succumb to the system, except
the top of the heap, wealthy, above the law;
bow ,kneel,kowtow,work, borrow,save, invest, genuflect,
worship the golden calf, material world, guffaw.
steal, don't buy, suffer, don't try, sweat of the brow, nay
work ethic, slave epoch, inseparable church and state;
belly of the beast, fueled by live yeast, stay away,
bankers, lawyers, traitors, voyeurs,regurgitate, expiate.
empires implode, masses explode, freeze,
dynasty, humanity, terror, violence and war;
apocalypse now, asteroids, nuclear breeze,
earthquake, famine, flood, plague, viral spore.
end times, day of destruction, alien invasion,
fear drives the mobs, fanned fires, final equation;
genocide, fratricide, suicide, homicide, cyanide,
sweet land of liberty, sing Sally Ride.
gerry gilligan a/k/a sligobay
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End Times
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Unfortunately, my stream of consciousness won't let me off the roller coaster of my despair.
Well, that was depressing. But I enjoyed it. I love the old Barry McGuire song. It and your poem point out that times are always troubled. One must turn away from the crap and lift our hearts like the Fiddler of Dooney (who bought his book of song at the Sligo Fair). When he gets to heaven, everyone there calls out for his music. 'For the good are always the merry/ save by an evil chance/ and the merry love the fiddle/ and the merry love to dance. Sorry to be so cheerful.
Hello Dolores and welcome to my humble Hub. My stream of consciousness sometimes gets loose and my writing becomes a bit of a rant. It is a bit depressing upon review but I am glad you enjoyed the read. Yeats' Fiddler hung on my father's wall when he was still alive. It was Dad's favorite and he could recite it by heart. Never apologize for good cheer, a smile or a laugh. They are in short supply and may be infectious. Cheers.
I love this Bud! I grabbed the title because there is a poem running around in my head about a shopping cart. I like this a lot! Keep writing your heart - mo matter what it says - your heart knows!
Glad you liked it Micky Dee. Many of my poems have laid dormant and gone unread since I had few if any followers until recently. I appreciate your visit and your encouraging words.
Wow, great writing. The title fooled me into thinking you had succumbed to the world of internet sales.Don't worry about following back, I mostly write whimsical nonsense. Carry on writing this poetry.It's what you do best.
Thanks Sean/John for your wonderful praise which is quite humbling. I may yet learn internet sales but not at the expense of my poetry. Cheers.
maven101 Level 5 Commenter 3 years ago
That was quite the " RollerCoaster " ...World, can I get off now..???
Great piece...Thanks, Larry