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Port of Call

Saturday is my favorite….feel.  The atmosphere seems to ‘back off’ and give me more space and a freer feeling….a different sense of reality; a different flavor of my sanity.

And of course, my gut thinking tells me that where there is sanity, there is also insanity lurking close by.  And, thus, according to my thinking,  where there is reality, there is also the imaginary present in the surroundings.  I can’t grab it yet but I can sense it and…..I bet…..so can you.

Thus, given these ‘fancies’ of mine, it’s in this ‘ether’ that the intangibles live that we must conquer to ‘move’ ahead…. in some aspects of our ‘real’ lives.

Thus, the motivation of this poem….coming to grips with those intangibles….our ‘guts’ and the  toughening of our ‘attitude’ to usurp the force to DO IT!  –  any task menial or otherwise that has not been fulfilled because our ‘laziness’ and other ‘apathies’ have NOT been kept at bay but have been allowed to prevail in our thoughts, overriding our good sense and good intentions.

So there…..that’s my disclaimer.  lol

Have a great day and thanks for stopping by ……if you have……you should have called….I would have  put a fresh pot of coffee on.  Well, anyway, my best to you and yours!


Port of Call


There is a thing we have to do
and we have to do it now;
and it’s not just something to see us through
but a commitment…. we must avow
to change the routine of our life
the path…. hath hither brought
so as to impede our laziness
and know how we were taught.
Reach down low in the stomach’s pit,
where your guts lay drugged and blue
ignoring your calls and won’t commit
to helping you pursue
risky endeavors that you must face
to move your life ahead;
so grab those guts down where they lie
and get them out of bed.

Do it!  Do it!  is the call
to move you all the way,
affixed upon your guidon
you’ll carry everyday
so not to let the apathies
settle in your mind
keeping you from accomplishing
the tasks you have assigned.
Indifference shield and keep away.
Yes, laziness must be drowned.
Positive forces must own the day
and spread out all around.
So toughen up and do the task
no matter how big or small.
The first step’s the hardest and starts today;
you’ve reached your port of call.

© 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.


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.


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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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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