Tag: Poetry

  • Creator

    a poem by Bonnee Klein Gilligan

    Sunrise Majesty - Photo by Light.    ©2003-2008 Bonnee Klein Gilligan. All rights reserved.

    No matter what religion

       Creator dwells within

       and God has never left us

       he can’t… you see, he is us

       and all Creation too.

    You say that God made pain

       I reply he didn’t, he made

       emotions, mind and spirit.

    It’s we who choose the outcome

       of how we feel and what we think

       our happy, sad or worried

       comes from us alone.

    How I respond to others

      or even to myself

       is my responsibility

       not God’s, not yours nor others

       it is mine alone my friend

       and yours alone as well.

    God called us ‘human beings’

       he says ‘Just be… my children… play’.

    But we take that play and twist it

       and call each other names

       we poke and hit and banter

       until we feel the shame.

    We hurt ourselves my friend

       not God nor other either.

    God called us ‘human beings’.

       we call us ‘human doings’

       for the being part escapes us

       in our daily life of doing.

    God’s gone missing in existence

      from our minds, and words and lives

       and we blame God for our suffering

       and we blame God for our pain

      and we blame God for every other thing

        in life that brings us shame.

    It is we who have created that

       not God nor other either

       we put everything outside of self

       when it’s us that’s the creator.

    God loves us beyond reason

      and allows our will and folly.

    For this is how we grow and change

      and choose again a different play

      a different game, a new response.

    It can’t remain the same for long

       for this is how we grow our soul.

    It’s through our pain we change

       or stay the same and suffer.

    So it’s a choice to stay the same

       as well a choice to change.

    God loves us and supports our choice

       with majesty and might

       he doesn’t even mind it much

      if we only choose to fight.

    For he knows one day we’ll get it

       and we’ll change our haughty ways

      and move back again to love and peace

       for our eternal days.

  • Paris…

    a poem by Bonnee Klein Gilligan

    Eiffel Tower, Paris - Photo by Light   ©2003-2008 Bonnee Klein Gilligan. All rights reserved.

    Ah Paris ’tis the city of love

        a beautiful place indeed.

    Enjoy yourself and if you like

        have a pastry for me.

    A croissant, pasty or a tart

        with cream, and fruit, and crust.

    Such a delight with every bite 

        is sinful, and a must.

    Have an espresso at a street cafe

       and watch the passersby

    In thought, or talk, or steadfast walk

        so busy with their lives.

    Enjoy a walk along the Seine

        or boat ride to the Louvre.

    With easy access everywhere

        you can also ride the Tube.

    Enjoy your trip to Paris

        have a glass of wine for me.

    And over here I’ll taste it

        on my lips, just wait and see.

    I taste a red, hardy and full

        it’s peppery and smooth.

    Oh no it’s white, a crisp delight

       it’s flowery… oh no it’s bright.

    Did you have two, or maybe three

       I’m so confused it must be me.

    I taste a tart, and coffee too

        my senses don’t know what to do.

    Enjoy your trip to Paris

        and I’ll be here with you

    Or is it there, I just don’t know

        with you I’m split in two.

    I don’t know what I’m doing

       and I don’t know what I see

    All I know that I like you

        and you’ll have the best from me.

    Enjoy your trip to Paris friend

        best wishes, bon voyage

    I don’t know how to end this

       so I’ll just press the pause…

  • oh life… sweet wondrous life

    ~a poem by Bonnee Klein Gilligan

    Sweet Life - photo by Light  ©2002-2008 Bonnee Klein Gilligan. All rights reserved.

    So much more then simple words

      deep hearted inner sorrow.

    Say what you will, time will allow

      for life speaks not tomorrow.

    Each breath, each move ignites our soul

      and fills our cups with wonder.

    How we spend this mighty gift

      or choose which path to walk on.

    Is only that and nothing more

      a choice, a simple choice.

    Wrapped within experience

      set upon a golden plate.

    With love and laugher, joy or sorrow

      in each and every moment.

    Thus we write our book of life

      Oh Life… sweet wondrous life.

  • breathe in…

    ~a poem by Bonnee Klein Gilligan

    photo by Light  ©2002-2008 Bonnee Klein Gilligan. All rights reserved.

    A man with power, pride perhaps

      with jealousy no doubt.

    Tries to control, by putting down

      denouncing and defiling

      with envious beguiling.

    All empty threats and meaningless

       and truly of no import.

    Unless you take it inward

       engaging self to battle self.

    Indeed there is no other

       take back what you have given.

    Your power and your peace

       take back what you have given, friend.

     

    Back up a step… and breathe self in!!!

     

    Breathe in the knowledge who you are

       breathe in the peace, breathe in the calm.

    Breathe in your light…

       it will illumine what you see

       and flood with light the darkness.

    For it alone is all that’s real

       and it alone supports you.

    Take back your power, step into life

       and choose a different story.

    You write the script, edit the book

       create a new beginning.

  • of love…

    ~a poem by Bonnee Klein Gilligan

    Scottish dream - photo by Light ©2002-2008 Bonnee Klein Gilligan. All rights reserved.

    In lifetimes or in dreams we walked

      I know you that is clear.

    Drawn by a gentle loving force

      into a place obscure.

    But filled with light and sweetness

      and swirling sense abound.

    In waking light or dreaming

      the feelings still surround.

    A dream of air caressing

      the smell of salt and misty fog

      and sand, and sea and jagged shore.

    We walked without a word to speak

      yet whispers filled the air.

    Of love, of life, potential filled

      and wonders if we dared.