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Another Day

Have you ever found yourself wanting to write something and the blahs seem indifferent to the idea?  Hence, you can not connect with any mood to help you write something…..and….you have a time slot to do it…..even?

Well….guess what?  It’s another day….and it’s acting like it.   lol   This is what my ‘blankity, blankity,’ mind came up with…

Hope your unique day is filling.



Another Day


When first you rise and eyes are blurred
with hair that’s all a mess,
and sounds are muted in every word,
when first you rise and eyes are blurred.
And getting up you feel absurd
stumbling as you dress
when first you rise and eyes are blurred
with hair that’s all a mess.

Today is just another day
that’s relinquished in the end,
so why’s the body in such a fray
today is just another day
that’ll start up in the normal way
and you’ll follow like a friend.
Today is just another day
that’s relinquished in the end.

That it’s completely different from
all the other days,
it plays a ‘tune’ that’s hard to hum,
that it’s completely different from.
And being unique from whence it come,
its ‘print’ will show the ways
that it’s completely different from
all the other days.

© copyright 2013 t. j. gargano

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Your Place

Your Place


There is a place I like to go
to sit and try to dream
when part of life has lost its glow
and lowered my esteem
down to a point that makes me feel
I should have offered more
and that is why I look to dreams
for what I’m looking for.

And where’s this place I journey to
to sit and gaze in stare;
perchance to stumble on a view
and catch it in my snare;
catching dreams that float around
when everything is still
in a place that’s like a whim
and only lasts until….

I waken to a soothing breeze
and wrinkles ‘cross the stream;
whispering notions in the leaves
I know it’s not a dream?
And I feel much better than I did
although I can’t explain
but I know, you know this place, like me
where refreshing soothes the pain.

Your place might be a comfy chair
or maybe in your bed
or beneath a tree in the city square
or on the road that’s up ahead.
But mine is usually by the stream
that meanders among the trees
where solace found, stills my heart;
and life’s again, at ease.

© copyright 2013  t. j. gargano


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Saturday’s Gold

Saturday is my favorite day……it’s feeling of difference, is strong.  I’ve often confronted the ‘feeling’ and why it’s like an “opening” in the ether…or air of the world I know… an invisible window, letting in fresh air and brightening my world and enabling me to see things I normally don’t see….or think of things that don’t normally come to mind…..or….I know….I sound a little ‘light-headed’…..but it is something I have always sensed.

Do you have such a ‘feeling’ for some  particular day in the week that lifts your heart and makes you think…..I can do that….or…..I think that’s possible…..or……nothing’s going to stop me….I see it!… know what I’m talking about….as if the cobwebs are out of the way and life, for a moment, looks brighter and different…..and free?

Well, if that’s being ‘off my rocker’ for a moment….well, I like getting off the rocker once in a while to see if I can keep my ‘balance.’  Anyway, that’s where I followed my mind ….this wonderful, Saturday morning.

Crazy Horse was purported to have said, to his followers,  before going into battle at the Little Big Horn ….”It’s a good day to die!”  –  to lift their spirits into the fighting mode.  Something tells me that was on his ‘favorite’ day…when the visions are momentarily more lucid…..for all of us.

Don’t mind me…..I get this way almost every Saturday…….haha!  Thank you for dropping by….again!  You are always welcome….the coffee’s always brewing…..


Saturday’s Gold


There’s something about a Saturday
that opens up my heart
and all I see that’s on display
appears in the form of art
whether be it floating, clouded skies
or the sound of a distant train
or the sight of a ground squirrel in the yard
or a walk in the falling rain.

It’s hard to describe the relief I feel
like a shirt falling off my back;
like the smells from the kitchen of the coming meal
or just springing from the ‘sack.’
The aberrant feeling is fresh and ‘new’….
invigorating to every sense
and opens a landscape on which to paint
a day without pretense.

O Saturday…. if only you
could be my everyday
and all my senses could wake anew
and my heart, in every way,
could see the love that’s all around
through the cracks in the ether’s hold
and feel the warmth and the hug of life
and all that’s really….gold!

© copyright 2013  t. j. gargano

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Mind Block

As  a writer, or a creationist, you know the painstaking times of mental ‘drought’ all too well.  Times when you passionately want to compose while, at the same time, the mind…..well, doesn’t.  It will not cooperate with your brain or heart and abstains from ‘firing’ any impulses to lend a helping hand.  Mental block stands steadfast against your creativity, encouraging impatience to rear its ugly head and frustrate you into a stupor.  Whew!

Well, anyway, that’s sort of what this poem’s about….me learning to wait….have a little patience….stop binding up the computer with my rapid clicking…..controlling the shock treatment.

Have a great day and thanks for stopping by.


Mind Block

I sit at my table; I’m ready, at will.
The paper is blank. The pencil lays still
The desk light is hot; it glares overhead
down on the paper not yet laden with lead
of thoughts that have evaded the mind.

The eyes gaze around, entranced, without thought
in stare at a cobweb and the fly that it’s caught
a story of life…. for things that all live
between those that ‘take;’ and between those that ‘give’
to the circle that encompasses…. us, all.

Everything’s still….but no pin, to drop.
Would the pencil wake up if it happened to plop
off the desk on its journey…. down to the floor?
And picking it up, would it have something in store
to take from the mind and write down?

I wait for the senses…. to gather it…. all in
and formulate a plan to make my heart grin
and convince my mind to get back to work
and bring out the thoughts that lazily lurk
in the cobwebs of my imagination.

We take for granted, so much, all around
especially our senses, our defining crown
that sees what is bad and smells what is wrong
lets us hear what we say…. as we travel along
coloring each moment of our life.

That’s it!  That’s it!  I’ve something to write.
The ‘block’ has been busted; I now see the light.
Everything’s clear; I just had to wait
Impatience has fled; the mind’s in reflate
and the ‘firings’ of the imagination…are free!

© copyright 2013  t. j. gargano


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