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A Pool Boy’s Pride

Like many a young  American boy, I learned how to play pool at an early age and by the time I entered the Army, I was fairly proficient at the game.

A few years later when I got married, almost every week I was invited to play with the ‘old’ guys, who included my father-in-law, and two of his brother-in-laws, one of which was Uncle Leonard, and it was his house where we played.

While the wives did what wives do, upstairs, the men played in the basement, hitting these colored balls all around this table in a room filled with smoke and wild stories of the ‘old’ days….that meaning the ’30s and ’40s.

The sharpshooter was Uncle Leonard, and with the stories, too.  All three were heavy smokers and I just breathed it in.  But they all three could talk and shoot and at a masterful level and I was….well…..proficient.  But they all, willingly, taught me the ‘finer’ points of the game for which I have forever been grateful.

Whenever we had three players, we played 15 ball rotation and played ‘pea pool’.  That’s a game where you draw two numbers from a flask of 15 and choose one to ‘break’ on and one to hold and try to sink that numbered ball before anyone else did.  Money was always involved.  Whenever we had four players, the game was 9-ball with money on the 5 and 9.

I paid for years but that was okay…..by the time I could beat them regularly, because they were getting feeble, it wasn’t any fun.  I never had any fun beating the masters unfairly.

I received a great education from my elders and they treated me with much respect.  God Bless them.

This poem honors….Uncle Leonard.

A Pool Boy’s Pride

Hello 4-ball, why don’t you drop down.
Hello 4-ball, you’ve been messin’ around with me.
I can’t shoot the ‘five’ if you’re still alive
but I can make the ‘one, two, three’  so come on
‘four’ ball, drop in a hole for me.

Did I ever tell you ’bout my Uncle Leonard?
He’s the best that you will probably ever see.
He can shoot the ‘five’ into the ‘nine’ and bank it off the side
but in the corner he’ll make the ‘three.’
He can shoot the ‘ten’ two times across and drop it in the side,
he can keep the ‘cue’  from going far or send it for a ride
Uncle Leonard…… he’s a Pool Boy’s Pride.

Did I ever tell you ’bout my Uncle Leonard?
He’s the best that’s why you’ll probably think he’s great.
He can shoot the ‘six’ into the ‘ten’ and bring it back across
but in the corner he’ll make the ‘eight.’
He can shoot the ‘two’ into the ‘three’ and billiard in the side,
he can blindly drop the ‘four’ and ‘six’ before you’ve even tried
Uncle Leonard….he’s a Pool Boy’s Pride.

Did I ever tell you ’bout my Uncle Leonard?
He’s the best you’ll probably ever see alive.
He can bank the ‘six’ across the way or run it rail to rail
but in the corner he’ll make the ‘five.’
He can shoot the ‘ten’ into the ‘twelve,’  ‘eleven’ in the side and
when he’s done he knows just how to make the ‘cue’ ball hide
Uncle Leonard…..he’s a Pool Boy’s Pride.

Hello 4-ball, why don’t you drop down.
Hello 4-ball, you’ve been messin’ around with me.
I can’t shoot the ‘five’ if you’re still alive
but I can make the ‘one, two, three’  so come on
‘four’ ball, drop in a hole for me.

copyright © 2012 T.J. Gargano

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Arrivederci

Aw, but for language.

Arrivederci

Arrivederci in Italian means good-bye.
Arrivederci  when you say it, some will cry.
The thought of losing you, makes
my lonely heart more blue,
as I think of all the good times,
now gone by.

So when the time comes when you know
you have to leave,
me, standing there with lonely thoughts
I can’t believe.
standing, hugging me, don’t say
Arrivederci…..just turn and wave and
smile and say….good-bye.

You know that when you’re gone,
every moment seems so long
and all the passing time, goes so slow.
It’s hard to think of you, without being sad and blue,
though I know you’ll soon be coming
back to me.

I know you’ll be back when the August moon
has come.
And then my waiting, aching moments
will be done.
Your flowing hair will shine as
your heart returns to mine
and we’ll never say again………arrivederci.

copyright © 2012 T.J. Gargano

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It’s Mornin’

It’s Mornin’

The sun may die
and the moon may hide
but the wind will blow in the mornin’.

And you may fear
all the things you hear
but the wind will blow in the mornin’

And you will come and I will see,
the little girl inside of me….
standing there with tearful eyes
come on now, please don’t cry….it’s mornin’

The leaves may fall
at ol’ winter’s call
but the wind will blow in the mornin’

Trees, once fair are
caught in winter’s stare
but the wind will blow in the mornin’

Icicles are all around.
Winter’s finally come to town.
Bringing all her splendid gifts
and just for you, a Christmas wish….it’s mornin’

And so, my friend,
faith will always win
’cause the wind will blow in the mornin’

And you may fret
but you won’t forget
’cause the wind will blow in the mornin’

And you will come and I will see
the little girl…inside of me
standing there with tearful eyes
come on now…please don’t cry…..it’s mornin’

copyright © 2012 T.J. Gargano

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Kiss Me, Baby

There is nothing like love on an unsuspecting soul….piercing that soul….taking it captive…….and not letting go…..and that’s NOT just what dreams are made of……so if  ‘love’ has not ‘snuck’ up on your soul yet…..you better be wary for love fills all the cracks……keep the light on in your heart and be ready…………And now….a blast from the past…..

Kiss Me, Baby

Kiss me baby, kiss me again.
Let it happen;  let it begin……
Let me hold your heart in my mind.

Let me touch your pretty hair.
Let me whisper in your ear;
Let me tell you things I couldn’t say, before.

And we will journey to the stars
passing Mercury;  passing Mars,
travelling through this universe, together.

Hold me baby, hold me tight!
hold me close, all through the night.
Let me put my head against your heart.

Let me lay there all the night
’til I see the morning light
shining on your face, there on my pillow.

And we will journey to the stars
passing Mercury, passing Mars
travelling through this universe, together.

copyright © 2012 T.J. Gargano

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‘Uncle Jimmee’

‘Uncle Jimmee’ is my oldest brother-in-law, and while in the cabin one winter up in the Colorado Rockies on a skiing trip, my young grandson, Austin, started calling him ‘Uncle Jimmee’ stretching out the ‘long e’ sound in high kidding voice.  Thus, the spelling and the name.

Jim has always been my closest ‘buddy’, though we live a couple of hours apart, in our own worlds.  Nevertheless, his wife (my sister) and him and my wife and me, take excursions during the year driving hither and yon…just sharing time together.

I have always looked up to Jim for his kind heart, genuine kindness, enthusiasm and ‘exaggerated spirit’ about every topic of conversation.  His mind has always been on his family and music and country, and raised his kids to be upright citizens of the community.  He has been a good influence for those around him.  He is ‘people’ we all know, who live within our lives and I appreciate him…….as you appreciate those around you, in your world.

‘Uncle Jimmee’

Today he sits and thinks of all,
throughout, his life, the dreams he made.
And places that he went and saw,
today he sits and thinks of all……
and back when life- speed was a crawl
while pondering places that he played,
today he sits and thinks of all
throughout, his life, the dreams he made.

copyright © 2012 T.J. Gargano

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To My Betsy

Oft times, I will have to ask for your forgiveness in allowing me to present poems from my past that I wrote during fragile moments of my life.  They may run aground of certain rules about poetry writing, they may be crude in their construction, they may be awful to those with rigid guidelines and they may be boring.  But they have been part of  my ‘arsenal’ of  life moments account and for those who want to follow me, it is to you I want to share.  Never do I want to offend anyone or anyone’s culture because I am ignorant of their ways.  That is always the danger in writing, in particular, and sharing, in general.  Please tell me when I, inadvertently, offend.

Betsy is my second born child, though, of course, not a child anymore.  It was her twins that I presented in an earlier post.

To My Betsy

When I sit and think of you,
it makes my gray skies turn to blue.
And brings fresh sunshine to my heart,
of which you’ll always be a part.

And remembering back when you were small,
I’d like them back, those moments, all.
A second chance to hold and kiss
the little “Poppy” that I miss.

But time must march and file away,
memories saved for another day.
And when we’re sad we can bring them out
so we can smile and turn about.

And we’ll always feel and know what counts
as demands of life begin to mount.
And a moment taken to remember back,
will help us down the darkened track.

It’s helped me always to remember you
and it’s always turned my gray skies, blue.
And when you least expect it so
life will smile and you will know.

copyright © 2011 T.J. Gargano

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