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.

© copyright 2013 t. j. gargano

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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!

© copyright 2013 t. j. gargano

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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.

© copyright 2013 t. j. gargano

 

 

 

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Mayday! in September

(a Sattler photo)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mayday! in September

The morning was beautiful… nary a cloud in the sky.
The whole of Manhattan was a gift to the eye.
The smell of the air was fresh to the nose
A good day to live, like a good day goes
that makes you excited about life.
Early morning shoppers were swamping Times Square
while tourists in the ‘park’ were paying their fare
for a boat ride that would take them in the river, somewhere,
and the buzzing of excitement was rife.

In Boston, Flight 11 was late in taking off
and flight attendant Betty…. was fighting with her cough,
as she rushed to get the passengers safely buckled in
for the long trip to Los Angeles where many were seeing kin
and were far too excited…..to want to settle down.
Flight 175…. was leaving Boston right on time
headed for Los Angeles and now in rapid climb
and Lee thought what he’d tell his Dad when landing on a ‘dime’
later in Los Angeles, his other favorite town.

New York’s World Trade towers – on this morning – glistened bright
and like two shining swords, they reflected what was right
in a world that, now seemed, tentative…. faltering at its core
as terrorists threats were rising….and difficult to ignore
as they captivated headlines all the time.
And on this day, as usual, hundreds came to work…. near late
scurrying with their lattes, their bagels and their fate
on elevators that took them high…. where dream jobs did await
and where the views on high…. were sublime.

(a Scott Demel photo)

They were probably in the bathroom, or cafeteria or work space
or already at their computer…. when it slammed the north face
and shuddered the world…. of the dead and the living
and threatened all souls….especially those, forgiving –
who now seemed revengeful in their need.
When chaos enters and subdues the light
and evil commands everything in sight
you question where to turn…. to find what’s right
in your search for what to heed.

 

While watching those clinging in the burning North Tower,
175 slams the south face…. of the nearby South Tower
and with the dimension of terror…. now doubled by degree
a war zone scene emerges…. that no one could foresee
earlier that morning on the eleventh of September.
At 9:58 the South Tower collapsed….in view for the world to see
at 10:28 the North Tower collapsed, adding heaps of hot debris.
as the enemy rejoiced around the world in victory…. by decree
in cold, raised gun defiance…. we all watched on tv.

If there’s a lesson we all must learn, it must be that our life
can be snuffed out at a second’s notice…. in this world of strife,
because it’s obvious,  we can’t agree or share what we believe
as if we come from different worlds…. in what we all perceive
creating this world that threatens all our lives.
So as we try to raise our children in a world that’s safe to all;
teach them all the good things and how to stand up tall
yet have respect for all beliefs and help each when they fall
maybe there’s a real chance their ‘real’ world…. survives.

copyright 2012  t.  j.  gargano

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O Syria! O Syria!

Most of the time one can brush off the headlines that are  sensationalized, to some extent, to attract viewership to often influence a way of thinking or compete with a rival news source.  Brush off because they are reporting events that we, as individuals, have little or no control over and which are things that may or may not affect us directly.

But sometimes,  something we have no control over, is yet so hideous and heinous that the very thought of it offends our being……it offends all humanity……and the reports become voluminous and ‘in our face’ to the extent that it becomes ‘believable’ hearsay and you wonder how so much can be  printed and not be true.  There are cases where you hope the reports are not true….and yet, you know they are.

Chemical warfare strikes at the heart of humanity and its assailant knows no heart!  His compassion  for life is dead.

 

O Syria! O Syria!

 

O Syria!  O Syria!
What is it that you’ve done?
All your innocent ‘children’
now stand and face the gun.
Why must their blood be sacrificed
if you feel that you must bleed?
If you want to die, then die as men
in the honor of your greed.

O Syria! O Syria!
How can you kill your own?
Especially all your innocent kids
with dreams of being grown?
How could you steal those precious breaths
that spoke as each one dreamed
with minds too young to question why
bombs flew and parents screamed.

O Syria! O Syria!
Your enemy’s at hand.
He comes to punish your selfish heart;
the evil…. you command.
If men must fight, let men fight men….
let the children stay alive
to tell the story that must be told
so the memories all survive.

© copyright 2013 t. j. gargano

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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…..lol

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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Supposedly

For those of you who follow me avidly in my email, I have finally returned home from my trip to Colorado, where I had an enjoyable time in the mountains and with family and cousins.  Hope all has been good with you.

 

Supposedly

 

Supposedly, the world is such
that what we sense is real
but struggle to confirm what we can’t touch,
though there’s a ‘presence’  we can feel.
These things unseen all factor in
and influence us every day
which is why…. involuntarily
we sometimes lose our way.

But has this always been the case
in all of life….before?
In centuries past with slower pace
was the ‘presence’ less or more?
Was it there at all to help life move
on structured whims of chance
or down a road toward distant gate,
it positioned in advance?

There is a journey all will take
like a nightly trip to bed
and what we know, we will forsake
and go to dream….instead
and know the ‘presence’ that 
we’ve felt
that’s led us through the strife
and shared the moments that guided us
on destined road of life…..

supposedly.

 

© copyright 2013 t. j. gargano

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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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Words That Others Need

Sharing is a great concept in the socialization process in not only our culture but across cultures. Today with the advancement of technology in the field of communication, the world has, indeed, grown a little smaller,  in that sharing can be done directly with peoples from all over the world. What a wonderful thing and, eventually, maybe a viable avenue to world peace as we can visualize it.

When we write, it is my belief that someone, somewhere, reads what you write and one word, or thought, can make someone’s day…..and hopefully inspire and invoke them to ‘write their words’ so someone, in turn, can hear them and be inspired to ‘move’ too.

Write your heart!    Have a great day!

 

Words That Others Need

 

What is it that I think, I know
that I could help today;
that I could write and make you grow
and chase your blues away?
Who is it that I think, I am,
that I could give you love
and add some meaning to your life
you 
wouldn’t tire of?

This feeling is….that all of us
have words that others need.
That must be said and maybe, thus,
we’ll read them and succeed.
And they will make us understand
and clear our minds to see
impediments that impede our way,
we allowed by their decree.

So write your words so all can hear;
so ailing hearts can find.
And someone’s pain will disappear
because you were so kind.
You are unique by who you are
in what you write and say
and never doubt when reaching out
you’ve  helped someone….today.

© copyright 2013 t. j. gargano

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