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Ol’ Fat Rat

In my earlier post, ‘Showdown in Tucker’s Alley’ the mischievous rat had to leave the area and gets an invite from Harriet in the barn….another whimsical tale.

Ol’ Fat Rat

Down in the barn, the horse and cat
were playing a game with the ol’ fat rat,
who had just arrived from Tucker’s alley
where he had instigated a recent rally
and managed to get everybody down his throat
so he got out of town on the nearest boat
and that’s how the story went; that’s what I heard.
But it’s hard to believe everything you hear
when it flows from a cow that’s full of beer.

You would‘ve thought, he would take a rest
coming that far, a mile, at best,
but not this rat, he had things to do,
trouble to spread and that’s all he knew
and now had to deal with this horse and cat,
who he didn’t like much and that was that,
and that’s how the story went; that’s what I heard
at least that’s the story…. that I was told
by Harriet the cow…. with a heart of gold.

She said the fat rat had no place to go,
so she invited him there for a month or so,
with every intention he’d befriend them all
though, so far, all he’d done was create a brawl,
and bothering her, such, she was slipping toward the brink
and all she wanted to do was stand and drink.
And that’s the story….that’s how it goes
but that’s from a cow without much cheer
who’s life has turned to drinking beer.

Since, that was all…. that I could stand,
I headed for the house; in fact, I ran
and left them alone to figure it out
how to deal with the rat; how to deal with the lout
who came to their house and stirred it all up
and hid behind Harriet and drank from her cup.
At least, that’s the story out there in the barn
and believe what you want.. about all what you hear
when it flows from a cow….. that’s full of beer.

Cheers!

copyright © 2012 T.J. Gargano

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Here at the Station

It’s time to change this ‘header’ and thus, time to leave the station….change…we can’t ever stop it….so I guess we adjust and hang on…..have a cup of coffee and pie or something.

Here at the Station

Standing on the platform, looking down the track,
waiting for the ‘southbound’  to arrive,
the wind is whipping coldness down my back…..
standing on the platform, looking down the track.
I arrived here early, when all was black
to watch station life, come alive
standing on the platform, looking down the track,
waiting for the ‘southbound’  to arrive.

 

Here at the station where I’ve faithfully stood;
where the time has come to say good-bye,
dreams have staled like I knew they would,
here at the station where I’ve faithfully stood.
The gandy’s work is finally done; friends are gone for good
and it’s time for coffee and shoo-fly pie,
here at the station where I’ve faithfully stood
where the time has come to say good-bye.

copyright © 2012 T.J. Gargano

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Imaginary Ghost Writer

In my post, ‘Of Time We Shared Alone,’  I mention that I must have a ‘imaginary ghost writer’ that makes my mind produce ideas that come, in an instant, from I don’t know where.

If  “she’s”  the one that makes my mind think of other things, I’ll put ‘her’ in a bottle and set her adrift….well….if I catch ‘her’….hehe

Until then, I have to pay her tribute, I guess,  in this………’Imaginary Ghost Writer.’

Imaginary ghost writer

In among the phantom space
deep within my mind,
she ‘lives’ in mystery without a trace
in among the phantom space.
Her wardrobe has to be of lace,
in fiber all entwined,
in among the phantom space
deep within my mind.

Imaginary ghost and sneaky writer,
it’s in my mind, where doth she dwell
and carries ‘pricksters’, for she’s a fighter…
imaginary ghost and sneaky writer.
She pricks the mind; it’s quick and brighter
and I have thoughts and she won’t tell
imaginary ghost and sneaky writer
it’s in my mind, where doth she dwell

copyright © 2012 T.J. Gargano

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Of Time We Shared Alone

I had gone to a movie, and I can’t recall its name at the moment, but it had a love theme embedded in the action, evidently, that was strong enough to ‘touch’ my feelings and when I got home, my ‘imaginary ghost writer’ put me to work and I came up with this….(that’s kind of how it works for me…maybe someday I will come up with something profound……that’s what I live for…..haha…..I can’t seem to get these to print in the style I like)

Of Time We Shared Alone

Now I know that the time is near
when you and I will be saying our good-byes.
But always please remember,
all the times we shared together,
laughing, crying……….saying that we cared.

In my heart, I will always feel
those magic moments of time we shared alone.
But now that I am going away,
remember all those special days
we held each other close and dear.

You will always be in my heart
and never will I be far away from you.
Someday, the time will come again,
we’ll laugh and cry and love, again.
Remember me for always in your heart.

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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Who Can She Be?

Romanticism……is it fading?

 

Who Can She Be?

I don’t know a word to say
that will describe in any way
the grandeur of this lovely girl,
the zest she has each day.

You can see it in her eyes,
in the smile upon her face,
in the glowing long brown hair
of this lass so young and fair.

When you look at her, it’s loveliness
that immediately entrances your mind.
To forget her is impossible,
a mission only in time.

When she looks upon your heart,
she leaves a love that never parts.
A love that lasts forevermore
though gone from view, behind life’s door.

Who is this girl?  Who can she be?
Is she an angel that I can see?
and if she comes, and if it be…
that I can see,…..will I believe?

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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Jackie Lype

As a ‘kid’ my belongings included toy soldiers and cowboys and Indians and my sisters probably had dolls, I can’t remember for sure.  But years later, my daughters had doll collections and my son, mostly cars.

But in all cases, favorites seemed to sit on shelves and most of the rest in boxes or special hampers or back in a closet or a place where it was labeled ‘not picked up.’

This poem is about three ‘dollies’ who sat on a shelf……..without changing times, they probably would still be there……and that would be a story for someone to write.

Jackie Lype

Pretend there’s three dollies sitting on a wall.
One is very big and one is very small.
One is very pretty, she’s quite a different type.
She’s the little dolly whose name is Jackie Lype.

Yes, I think she’s very pretty,
pretty as can be
beaming like the sunlight
shining on the sea.

Pretty as the green grass
growing in the lane;
fresher than the daisies,
moistened by the rain.

Jackie Lype,  she’s the type
an angel in disguise.
Cutest little dolly
underneath the sky.

Jackie Lype, Jackie Lype,
it’s a big world you will see.
But always keep a smiling
like a dolly did for me.

copyright © 2012 T.J. Gargano

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You are my Dream

To me, life is love and love is life.  It is that simple.  It’s the maintenance of love’s qualities, however, that consumes a life.

You are my Dream

You are my dream today –
the dream for which I pray
will someday
come true.

Someday, when you’re walking in the snow,
just stop and you will know
what you mean
to me.

Your eyes
they hypnotize my thoughts of you.
Your hair
soft as the wind that blows.
The yearn
I feel when you look at me
is a feeling…….I’ve never known.

Someday, when you’re walking in the rain,
stop and whisper out my name
cause it means…..
I love you.

copyright © 2012 T.J. Gargano

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