Last Call for Love

When I was called to war, it was before a love entanglement and I am thankful for that.  But leaving love and loved ones behind has always been a sorrowful aspect of soldiers going off to serve their country.  Whereas, many situations are adjusted to, many a soldier leaves for war unsettled in his predicament, especially when it is about unrequited love.

Last Call for Love

 

Call me if you want; tell me if you can.
You ought to know for sure by now, the kind of man, I am.
I won’t get flippant and lose control or try to make you cry
or make you do things you don’t like…. or even make you try.
Call me if you want; tell me how you are.
Tell me how your day has been ‘cause you’re the most by far
I truly miss from all the things…. I like in every way
that I would like close by my side, each and every day.

Call me if you want; I need to see you now.
We can’t afford to be apart; time will not allow
for us to try and figure out a plan to see us through
for much has passed before our eyes; we 
didn’t have a clue.
Call me if you want but my train is leaving soon.
I need to hold you in my arms beneath the silver moon
that casts a chilling, telling spell…. from where it sits above.
Come and hold me in this spell….ain’t it time to bind this love?

I wish, at least, you would have come to give me one last look
to see your smile in every face that pops up in this book
that I must read to calm me down…. headed back to war
for I’ll ‘live’ that wishful vision; you in the station door.
I’d rather you wouldn’t call me now; it’s time for me to heal
I know I won’t forget you ‘cause my memories all have ‘feel.’
But if it be I don’t come back, you’ll always know my love.
Sorry it was so hard on you; keep faith in God, above.

copyright 2013 t. j. gargano

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Mornings After Harvest

After months without a view because of the beautiful, tall cornfields, the distant horizon can be a mesmerizing sight, filled with the smells and sounds of a different, yet familiar, place.

Looking east from where I live, the lagging warm temperatures of day create a hazy, foggy pastoral scene,  of a morning,  across the recently harvested cornfields  and it is a blessing in magnitude hearing the geese feeding frantically and invisibly until the fog lifts.  Then when the sun begins its rise, the shadowy glimpses of distant objects on the horizon command your every instinct as you look, listen and smell the uniquely, coming day.

You are alive and you have taken the time to notice it!  Have a great day and try not to take it for granted…..look, listen and smell of it….for you are blessed to be alive!

Mornings After Harvest

Across the trampled field of corn, filled with geese in the early morn’,
  the distant horizon peeks beneath the fog
that partially hides the distant train headed north in a misty rain
  as my ears pick up the howl of a farmer’s dog
chasing geese along the fence, in and out of a fog, so dense,
  the geese themselves don’t know which way to go.
And all you hear are gaggle screams, like those heard…. in nightmarish dreams,
  as a lifting fog exposes the new day’s glow.

That’s how it is each country morn’, looking east where once was corn,
  across the fields now flattened for the plow
that soon will turn the stubble down exposing all the black and brown
  after feeding every deer and bird and cow
that lurk and wait for harvest day so they can romp and eat and play
  before the winter winds begin to blow
and life again is cold and harsh; birds all dreaming of the southern marsh,
  and the rest of us await the coming snow.

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Brady M

My newest grandson arrived today.  Brady Matthew Gargano

Brady M.

We wait with great anticipation
his first glimpse of the light
as we wait the warmth of affirmation
with heartstrings of delight
that have worn thin each passing month
from the excitement of it all
as 
we’ve watched him grow within the womb
for his arrival in the fall.

His mother beams in painful glee;
His dad is full of pride
though hard to notice, we can see
the excitement in every stride
as he watches her closely…. in every step
and will…. her every day
as she brings to life their first born son,
as God has blessed their way.

She’s walked with guarded steps, the trail
that leads unto this life
to bring this miracle…. every detail
while in silence a drum and fife
will faintly blare the coming joy,
even though he’s coming late,
and we’ll all line up for the baby boy;
his arrival is on this date…..1 October 2013

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In the Cross Hairs of Life

 

In the Crosshairs of Life

I saw in the papers those killed on the spot
workers and families who innocently got
caught in the mayhem in an attack at the mall
in Kenya on Saturday ….an attack on us all
who believe in the decency of life.

If the nature of humanity is attacking the soul
that’s not in agreement with another soul’s goal
is it religion that’s enlisting all souls in this fight
and killing the innocents that are caught in the light
at the forefront of all that it battles?

Why do you want me to believe what you do
so badly you’ll strike and kill hearts that are true
and devoted to living in happiness and peace
in hues that are pleasant with the softness of fleece
to lay down their heads…. gently on?

All life, as we know it, seems good or it’s bad
and we’re caught in the cross hairs to be subtracted or add
to the philosophies in place that religions all pose
and through one or the other is how each life goes
as we seek simple happiness where it lays.

And looking, seeing two gods  standing…. high upon a hill
and one demanding love and the other that you kill….
in his name with a promise to someday be with him
it’s best to branch out softly from the ‘tree’  as a budding limb
and drop only  ‘chutes’ of love on those below.

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Picture craft

Thought I would submit a craft project that I just completed.  This is a fun project and adds a little interest to a vacant wall that looks lonely to you.

If you are in a rut or having a boring day or time of it, in your life, I recommend giving it a try.  And who am I to recommend this, you ask?  Well….I’m nobody but that’s the simple point; anybody can do this.  Let me know if you try….you only have to satisfy yourself and I know that’s hard to do sometimes, but it’ll make you feel good when you’re done and it’ll be you….for you did it.  

A lot of people are happy, I know, and that’s great!  But it is hard to be happy with yourself all the time.  So if you are wallowing in self-pity, not feeling worthy or useful and can’t get in the mood to do anything……don’t feel appreciated ….don’t care……well….surprise yourself; give yourself a break and give this a try just to busy yourself away from your doldrums.  Still, don’t care about anything, if you want, but concentrate on  this little project and make yourself happy!  I hope you have a GREAT Saturday!

Okay.   Not to be misunderstood, this isn’t a stupendous accomplishment but will bring satisfaction to you and from others long after it’s done as compared to sitting on the couch or rocking chair staring out the window, shell-shocked at your predicament.  My best to you!

(Let’s not underestimate sitting, looking out the window, though.  I love to do that at times, too.)

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1.  I had a  piece of plywood and cut it to the size of 21″ wide by 17″ high.

2.  I bought tiles at a local hardware store to be used in this project.

3.  I found this stock photo on the internet and made it the size 640 x 458 pxls.
(You can experiment with the size.  I usually use a 4 x 6″ picture to work with)

4.  I poster printed the picture on my printer using four (4) sheets of paper and the result is that you have to then cut and paste the  picture together. (of course a more professional approach would be having the picture blown up at a copy shop)

5.  With picture before you,  place your tiles on the picture (centering of course) leaving a uniform gap between each tile and trace around each one, after which you’ll cut out each square and affix them to the tiles with glue sticks or some sort of white glue.

6.  The final step is assembling the picture (centered) on to the piece of plywood (which you have painted, probably) and gluing each tile to the board using an adhesive like  Loctite’s Power Grab all-purpose construction adhesive.  Put a dab in each corner of the tile and press down hard, making sure that you line up the picture the way you want it.  You should be done.  Way to go!

This is not a new idea.  In fact, I saw an instructable (Instructable.com) years ago where someone printed each square on tissue paper and affixed those to tiles…..I did a few that way and they were really nice but I like the less work and just putting the picture on the tiles.

My picture above is an experiment to create a window view effect and that is why you see the panes that I created using popsicle sticks.

Remember…..this is just a busy project to keep you…..well…..busy.   And it takes just a little longer than it took me to write this.  whew!

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Fall’s Call

Happy Saturday!

 

Fall’s Call

 

It is the time of year
when fall is in the air
and hunters hide down in their blinds;
it’s best the geese beware.

Fields of pumpkin look plump and ripe.
Cornfields soon will be picked.
Children are planning their Halloween suits
for weather that’s hard to predict.

Squirrels are scurrying to fill their reserves.
The rabbits don’t seem that concerned.
And for the birds, as usual, it’s hard to tell;
many have left and, yet…. returned.

To the house there’s things that must be done
to ready for winter’s call;
screens come down and plastic goes up
and oh…. how we love it all!

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Hobo and the Dog

 

In a recent stay in Denver, Colorado, I was appalled at a two block soup line.  My motivation for this poem was an old man and a dog……the man was  barely scooting along.  He had a golfer’s hat, a long, winter coat, a beard, newspaper and  shoulder bag.  It was 95 degrees.

A companion stood by the old man’s  right side; a little to the rear….his stance as of a guardian….or maybe….a messenger.

 

Hobo and the Dog

 

“I thought I knew what I would do
if ever she came my way,”
the old man said as he patted  ‘Over-due,’
standing…. talking seriously to the stray.
The city street was busy now
and they knew they had to move
and find a place to settle down
that fit within their groove.
The routine was their daily chore,
a challenge every day
to find a spot of warmth and more
not in others’ way.
But the arriving fall brings with it, cold;
thus, the city ‘walks’ they need
where the sun has stored a day of heat;
where the pigeons overfeed.

There was a time when life was good
and he had a place to sleep
in a place where he was understood
and friends and love ran deep.
But the years had taken all away
and his visions soon withdrew
and left him sleeping in the street, like the stray,
he had named ‘Over-due.’
“Over-due, it’s time we hit the sack.”
he said as he made his bed,
putting his pillow over a sidewalk crack;
motioning to the dog to play ‘dead.’
“What do you say if in the morning we rise,
leave this gutter life and go farther west?
Yeah, that sounds like a good plan, to me….”
stretching out against the dog….at last eternal rest.

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