pitch black god8: Favorites

Aug 2018 pitch black god8

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Heave away laddies
sail away you ladies
let us lift our glasses
to that one-eyed spy
aloft in the dark nest
looking down to what
we have spelt out in
the fires of driftwood
drinking to the light
filling the silent sea
wooing its bed right
below my window,
and to the memory
of the rusty revolver
held tight in my right
hand I keep beneath
my hard, cold pillow
O, night, you old sailor
your victory, I salute.

Jul 2018 pitch black god8

No More Lonely Nights

Jul 2018 pitch black god8

Sally A Bayan

No More Lonely Nights

The pile is ever ready
whatever type of music we dig...a ditty,
old songs, contemporary...all in a jiffy,
instruments will be playing
words, vocalizing all feelings
maybe, a song of calm
coming before, or after the storm...
.....
Notes hover above the piled 45s
look closely...find your desired jive,
let's find our favorite tunes
and take turns in dropping coins,
record is pulled out...shortly, our song will play
hold disruptive elements at bay
because..you and i, we're gonna sway
as a full moon....rises from the bay
.....
allow our feelings to speak
while we're cheek to cheek,
as much as we want, we may croon,
after we dance, maybe we'll swoon
the world is ours...we'll be alright
"there'll be...no more lonely nights!"
.....

Sally

© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
September 4, 2017

(recapturing memories of the
jukebox...it's a feel good poem,
esp. when paired with Paul McCartney's
No More Lonely Nights...)

#pile #45s #coin #tunes #jukebox #nomorelonelynights

Jun 2018 pitch black god8

Writing on the Wall

Jun 2018 pitch black god8

Pradip Chattopadhyay

Writing on the Wall

To this body
Death does as it should,
Consigns the shell
To the firewood
And sets the spirit free.

Close to the fire
the heat singes me.

I know it's only the prelude
to the fiery furnace
licking my skin with flaming tongues
reducing me to powdered ashes
disappearing and in no time fading
what was me but in an instant
dusts in urns and upon wall
and years after maybe one's
untimely rains of dusty memories.

Crematorium, Dec 16 2017 midnight.

May 2018 pitch black god8

A Friend of Darkness

May 2018 pitch black god8

Jeff Stier

A Friend of Darkness

I’m a friend of darkness
lock lips with it
in a lover’s embrace

I mourn the dawn
beg favors from the twilight
hold every hope
in my uncertain hand
for a day when the sun won’t shine

And I know
by my wayward feet
by the tremors in my hand
that darkness creeps silently
up to my borders
crosses every line
and will someday defeat
my meager defenses

I have prepared my retreat
a forced march
to the grey Pacific
where everything in my life
ends
and begins

The solemn swell of the waves
a fitting harmony
to that last sweet song.

Apr 2018 pitch black god8

The Meaning of Love

Apr 2018 pitch black god8

Rumi

The Meaning of Love

Both light and shadow
are the dance of Love.

Love has no cause;
it is the astrolabe of God’s secrets.

Lover and Loving are inseparable
and timeless.

Although I may try to describe Love
when I experience it I am speechless.

Although I may try to write about Love
I am rendered helpless;
my pen breaks and the paper slips away
at the ineffable place
where Lover, Loving and Loved are one.

Every moment is made glorious
by the light of Love.

Apr 2018 pitch black god8

day & night

Apr 2018 pitch black god8

Johnny Noiπ

day & night

thinking of days as kisses
so everyday is like a kiss;
think of night as mystery
so every night is a mystery