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‘Cause This Is Saturday

We all have feelings that are difficult to explain.  The “aloofness” of Saturday has always been one of those feelings for me – my ‘who cares’ day.  Usually a lot is accomplished……or nothing.  And even when I worked Saturdays regularly, the ‘feeling’ made it my favorite day, even when it was my busiest.  I would bet that you have such a day.

Have a great Saturday.

 

‘Cause This Is Saturday

 

What do you do…. when you don’t know
just what you want to do?
Your mind is racing and primed to go
but the heart’s without a clue.
There’s a million things that must be done
but there seems no easy way
to get the heart in working mood
‘cause this is Saturday.

 

Certain days project a ‘feel’
that makes you want to work.
Some days seem to be surreal
and seem to have no perk.
It’s funny how they affect us all
and control how far we stray
this day, for this heart, the mind doesn’t matter
‘cause this is Saturday.

© copyright 2013 t. j. gargano

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Bought, Borrowed, Befriended and Blessed

 

Bought, Borrowed, Befriended and Blessed

 

I guess you’d say, he loved her such
that he could feel her pain
and though he 
didn’t see her much
he always knew when rain
was pouring on her life;
covering her like a glove;
and yet she never 
wavered with her love.

They met just once when she was young
and studying hard at school
out east where, then, she lived among
staunch groups with hardened rule.
And when it came, he grazed her path
from then she always knew
that she would wait and know his love, anew.

So, when in years it came to be
the paths they took, entwined
she knew just why, as did he,
though the years had been unkind.
But it 
didn’t matter anymore;
the past took away the ‘blue’
their love’s piercing color….now the brightest hue.

There’s not a moral to grasp upon
to harness the whims of love
to give one insight to bear down on
in search we’re impatient of
Love’s hardened rule is to survive
and it hides in disguises you can hold, at best;
bought, borrowed, befriended and blessed.

© copyright 2013  t. j. gargano

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The ‘Volcano Sistas’

Watching the grand kids at play is a wonderful experience at moments when our life needs a little excitement, don’t you think?  Back to pretend land and the fascination of our youth.  Have a great day!

The ‘Volcano Sistas’

Though four, they wander like most youngsters do
and you wonder just what is about to ensue,
when two little minds are playing their games
in faraway places…. only they know the names.

Though deep in their world, they know you are there
watching them play from your nice, comfy chair,
and ever so often they’ll give you a glance,
then return to their ‘place’ in a fairy-like dance.

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They talk in strange voices of differing pitch
befitting of fairies or a wicked old witch.
They dress up in clothes matching each different mood
as they drink pretend tea that they’ve recently brewed.

They come up with names right out of the air;
a name that goes well with a girl in orange hair.
And they banter and barter in their magical play
in the faraway places…. they go to each day.

When it’s time to interrupt ‘cause their lunch time is near,
they freeze for a moment, not completely cohere.
Each differently thinking of what they should do
then hand-in-hand dance…. through fairy portal, to you.

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And when you address them and call them by name
a mistake you have made and they’re quick to exclaim
they’ve come from far places and rode many twistas
and they’re not Jude and Zoe….they’re the ‘Volcano Sistas.’

© 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…..like 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!…..you 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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Fairy Rescue

Personally, I think it is good to mix a little of one’s self into one’s kind of flattery –   create a little doubt, mix a little fantasy into the reality mix.  We have to be a little dizzy once in a while since were spinning around the sun at roughly 67,000 miles per hour.  hehe    Have a great day!!

So, I’m Not Right

I saw her lying by the road
all ‘puddled’  by the rain
and standing by her was a toad
up leaning on a cane
cautiously looking all around
to see just who would come
saying something I could not hear
o’er the beating drum
that now had just begun to beat
in tones I barely heard
as noisy leaves fell on my feet
as squeals came from a bird
swooping down now where she lays
close to the thrusting cane
the toad is waving aimlessly
scowling with disdain.

The darkness of the misty morn’
can’t hide the loudening drum
as fairies come from the field of corn;
the drum beat now a 
humm.
They wave away her guardian knight
and lift her on a leaf
and away they fly in the misty dawn
taking my belief.
There’s always someone standing by
to tell you, you’re not right
when using words that seem to lie
making others feel uptight.
It’s not that you are being bad
but it’s scary ‘cause you’re bold
after all, there might be an ounce of truth
in the story you just told.

© copyright 2013  t. j. gargano

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Common Ground

I have always wanted to believe that every man (generic usage) shares common ground…..a human being with the same tools and the same bodily functions, separated only by environments and the political/cultural influences of those surroundings.

Of course, in essence, it’s these “influences”  that disperse and obscure the ‘common ground’ traits between us.  Nevertheless, I still hope there are people who would like me for my heart, in spite of my nationality.  It would be great to share ‘common ground’ thoughts  and knowledge with all men of the world.  The future is in it.

Thanks for stopping by…..

 

Common Ground

I reach to you, a common heart,
even though we’re far apart
in where we live or what we do,
in what we think of what we view.

I reach to you for common ground
to share the life that’s all around
the both of us that fills our mind
that gets us through when we are ‘blind.’

I reach to you so we can share
a bit of heart with which we care
if only a dream or a wish that’s close
in innocent thoughts we love the most.

I reach to you to hold your hand
and be your friend and understand
the way of life 
you’ve come to love
and be someone deserving of….

being here and hugged by you
in a far off place with a heart that’s true
that’s warm and free…. not afraid to be
on common ground with a friend, like me.

© copyright 2013  t. j. gargano

 

 

 

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Eternal Rhyme

Eternal Rhyme

 

Day has come; the night has fled.
Hope has sprung and raised its head.
Worries wonder about what to do
The heart is warming; its beat is true.

Another day has come along.
You have a chance to sing a song
different from the ones before
that rubbed your heart and made it sore.

Spring’s returned into your step.
The warmth consoles and gives you pep
to march this day against your ‘foes’
and stand your ground in sweet repose

and show the world just how you’re made
not soft and easy, as once portrayed
but ready to stand to fight the fight
with lifted ‘sword’ for what is right.

Vanquish worries that hold you down
and guard the spirit, you’ve turned around
and be what you are….and be it strong
cause this is you….this is your ‘song.’

Not all will like it, but that’s okay.
Life is different in every way
and you are needed to share this time
and play your part in this eternal rhyme.

© copyright 2013 t. j. gargano

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Differences

Differences

To her, it all must be the best
To him, the best is in the quest
To someone else, it’s in the name
yet, to another, it’s just a game.

We all see life a different way
the paths we start at break of day,
things we let close to our heart;
things that must be in our chart…

if that is how the story goes
and how it goes, no one knows
for sure, we know we’re not alike
from our beginning,  when we’re a tike.

But what is true is…. as a child
we play together calm and wild
our focus strictly…. on child’s play
we like to get and give away

things we like, yet like to share
with those we play, for those we care
cause we haven’t learned to want it all
to have no feelings. when playmates fall

I wish the world could see a scan
that showed the same for every man
and let their differences be not of gloom
but their collective wisdom a voice in bloom

to lead all people to a better life
eradicating the grief and all the strife
giving all youngsters a fighting chance
to do what’s right…. for our advance.

Against selfishness, we should go to war
wage fights against; to be sorry for
protect the many….from the few
and ensure a future that’s bright and new.

© copyright 2013  t. j. gargano

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At the Park

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At the Park

Standing still like a rock and stone;
grinning, smiling, all alone
kind of hiding…. but in silly pose
plastered in stripes and pinky clothes.

Hiding and seeking in the park
laughing, singing like a lark
darting, giggling tree to tree
yelling loudly “you can’t find me.”

Little girls just having fun
in the park where they like to run
playing tag….”you are it!”
‘til fully exhausted and have to sit.

When it’s time to leave and go
tears run down the cheeks aglow
To give up such a fun filled day
tears take the place, what one can’t say

Once back home, it’s time to dream
about playing in the park, eating ice cream
yelling, laughing, running all around
it’s back tomorrow; we’re jumping up and down!

© copyright 2013  t. j. gargano

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Prairie Flyer – Part I

Prairie Flyer – Part I

I saw it below, through the clouds, on the ground;
a speck in the dust, it was kicking around
making its way towards the hangar at the end
of the airstrip of dirt where soon I’d descend;
my trip back home…. nearly done.

I took off from Galesburg in a bright morning sun
in a brisk wind that rattled the old Gatling gun
for I’d flown out east…. to buy it for a friend
who wanted it for the museum…. and those who attend,
for an exhibit how air battles were won.

The yellow two-winger was just sitting there
as my wheels touched down in the brisk Kansas air.
It’s an obscure little stop for fuel and some rest
and not known by many….maybe a barnstormer, at best;
but I had stopped here….before.

But I didn’t know the plane sitting bright against the sky
and probably not the pilot, who I just taxied by,
as I headed for the ‘shack’ for some coffee and some fuel
and a chat with the Kansan….  Harley P.  O’Toole
and I yelled at him, “Hey, sunflower!” entering the door.

“Who’s flying the yellow bird sitting on the tarp?
I queried of Harley, who’s, when sleepy, not sharp.
But who is, I’m thinking, as I take off my coat
“Just landed,” he said, pulling hard on the rope
the Billy goat not wanting to go out.

“How you been, Jake?” he said with a hug.
“It’s been quite a spell,” as he gave me a mug….
the beer not as cold as I thought it would be
as I went to the window to see what I’d see
the pilot still sitting in his seat.

The ‘hangar’ was all ol’ Harley ever had
a one-floor oasis, a gift from his dad,
who was famous in these parts – a barnstormer’s friend,
and they all showed up to honor him….at the final end
and ever since, Harley’s picked up the beat.

Three hundred miles from Kansas City’s lights
the hangar was like home when dropping from the heights
And the stories of Harley were true…. that made his legend grow
and brought in flyers from all the states…. just like a minstrel show
but the bi-plane on the tarp, he didn’t know.

(to be continued….Part II)

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