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Some Who Drop By

There’s nothing like ‘friends’ dropping by to say ‘hello’ or say they ‘like’ something or just to give you a little friendly support….from all over the world.  My thanks and I give you this ‘dittie’.  My best to all.

Some Who Drop By

Sitting here, facing my VAIO, thinking of what to write
being clueless in my mind…..like the dimness in the light
that shines above me,  I await a fiery impulse from my brain
which has yet failed to wake up from the short hours of sleep
because, for some reason, it was the late hours I chose to keep.

My classification is ‘newb’ as this blogging all goes
and I marvel at the knowledge that each blogger knows
that have chosen to follow by ‘liking’ my stuff.
Like ‘janethorne’ in theUK– ‘ flaringfelicity,’ too
‘Eric’ and ‘meiro’ to name just a few.

There’s ‘flyingodiva’ and ‘fourwindowspress’
bloggers with posts that always impress
me and they are only a few, of quite a few more
like ‘clownponders’, ‘chicpress’ and ‘perfectafflatus’
bloggers in the mainstream that keep coming, at us.

But my day would be empty without each of these few
like ‘purplepeninneverland’ and ‘mazeaday’, who‘s new
and ‘allaboutlemon’ with her wide open posts
like others I enjoy when they come to my house
like ‘Aslan’, ‘lesleycarter’ and ‘philosophermouse.’

‘Deidraalexander’s site, and ‘novicejournal’, have the touch
that keeps me checking in, for their posts offer much
information that helps to soothe my everyday blues….
and so does ‘lonelym,’ ‘muskadel’ and ‘disseminatedthought’
keep me a going, like ‘bluesander’, ‘kitybloger’ and  stulanglaut.’

And while ‘gabrielpoetry’, ‘jhasmoments’ and ‘lindavernon’ aren’t new
they’re different from ‘aviewfromacarpark’ and ‘theanonyblogger’s’ view
and its these differences that make the world go round, and thus
it’s fun to get new bloggers like ‘vikramroy’ and ‘juliecatherine’, yesterday,
‘cause blogging makes this world seem brighter…… in every little way.

copyright © 2012 T.J. Gargano


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Brothers Forever

In August, 2001, I lost my only brother to MS, which he had battled for a few years.  He was eight years younger than me and the better side of me.  He had the traits of my father more ingrained in him and was more free with his spirit, all of which he needed in the end.

We lived far apart and cherished the moments when we were together, spending most of our time singing.

We truly miss when we have lost.  We take too much for granted and fail to hug when we have the chance…..we are all guilty and we all pay.

It is the price of living the life.   Life is a privilege beyond our imaginations and we take a lot of it for granted fated by routine.  We must guard our precious moments.  To my brother…………


Now the time is here;
You and I must part.
Maybe in my mind, not in my heart.

You will always be
deep inside of me
laughing, joking, singing
out your part.

singing the songs we’ve both sung.

Always, forever
in my heart.

copyright © 2012 T.J. Gargano


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Tony Mazza – Part I

Mr. Tony Mazza

Although my father’s huge family lived in an Iowa town, my father was transferred with his company to Pierre, South Dakota in the early ‘50s, where I spent ten years of my life, growing up.

In the 50s, discrimination and prejudice had not yet been held accountable and the local Indians were not allowed to drink or buy alcohol in Pierre.  This fact will become more relevant, later.

My grandfather, for reasons I won’t discuss now, settled in Iowa, changed his name, and he and grandmother had a large truck-farm, a bakery and a grocery store.  With all the kids they had, they had plenty of help to run their businesses.  They had come from Pennsylvania, where they had settled after coming over from Italy.

Due to a situation that developed in Pennsylvania, it was necessary for my grandfather to relocate faraway and Iowa was chosen to become his new home.  From that time forward, my grandfather had three bodyguards who protected him and his family.  And of course, they became “family” also, present in all the pictures, etc.  One of the bodyguards was Tony Mazza.

Now as bodyguards go, Tony didn’t fit the description; at least not as we think of bodyguards today – burly, tall, robust, serious, tough and tough-looking.  I’ll give you burly and serious and probably, tough, but he certainly wasn’t tall and robust.  But, in all fairness, that was through my eyes as a kid.

He was not much taller than me, sporting no…absolutely no teeth, always chomping down on a huge cigar, while holding a can of Pabst Blue Ribbon beer that he always got from the grocery store my dad and two of my uncles co-owned there in town.  He always wore a brown suit, white shirt and black tie and he wore it in the dead of winter and in the heat of the summer…..I never saw him dressed any other way and was always told that he owned no other accessories.  I had to believe that.  He never was unclean however, if you know what I mean.  He was a dapper zapper.

The grocery store was down from where my Uncle Bill lived on 3rd Avenue in an Italian neighborhood and quite often our family would be at Uncle Bill’s house where we had four cousins to play with.  I, however, liked being down at the grocery store, in the backroom where the meat was cut and the guys would sit on wooden stools and chairs, sloshing their shiny black shoes in the sawdust, that heavily covered the cement floor, telling countless stories of who knows what, always cussing, laughing, joking and sometimes, crying.  It was a good life.  It’s all gone now………it’s all gone now.

The thing about it was that no one cared that I was around;  I was sort of respected and ‘part of’ the group….well, that’s the feeling I had, anyway.  Please understand, I didn’t talk….I just sat on a little stool and listened and played in the sawdust, that did draw some reprimanding remarks from ‘all my fathers,’ at times.

copyright © 2012 T.J. Gargano

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Moments With You

All human beings in this world share one thing in common and that is the feeling of love – a feeling most everyone wants and needs.  To all, love and good health.

Moments With You

I’ll tell you that I love you,
if you tell me, that you do
love me like I love you,
through and true.

I’ll kiss you and I’ll hug you
and hold you very tight.
And then I’ll love you more
when the day has turned to night.

I’ll kid you and tease you,
and I’ll tickle you, too.
I’ll even make you love me
when you’re feeling blue.

I love you, I love you!
I love you very much,
positively more than all the
things I’ll ever touch.

And it’s not the gleam
that twinkles in your eye,
that penetrates my heart
and sometimes makes me cry.

But all the little memories
of the things we used to do,
and all the little moments that
I have spent with you.

copyright © 2012 T.J. Gargano


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Thanks For Dropping By……again

This is a place for you to talk about anything that’s bothering you or exciting you in the ramblings of your mind.

It could be something you read or heard recently or something that has been on your mind a long time.  It could be something important in the world or just important to you.  Or you can just stop by and say ‘hello’ to a trusted stranger.  I would like that.

Other than that, I will be here talking to myself or showing you things that interest me, I guess.

Respecting each other is the foremost guideline and rule, here, and a mutual guarding of the clean spirit.

Thanks for dropping by…


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The Leprechaun of C-2

Years after I was in retail and taught at the university, my wife, who was an executive secretary for a local car manufacturer, wanted me to come and work in a factory at then a ‘starting to get old’ age.  Although I told her that I didn’t know that much about cars, I nevertheless took the tests and exams, passed them to my surprise, and became a UAW autoworker…..who would ever believe it?

The only thing I am going to say about the job is that a little light-hearted amusement (to some) was permitted to break the seriousness of the job and one light-hearted issue was being ‘tagged’ by someone…..a sticky note placed on a person’s back, unknowingly and sneakily, not really to ridicule them, but to just poke a little fun, at everyone’s expense.  In time, the practice seemed to ‘die’ out except for one older guy named Dave…he was smooth and ingenious about it and the most entertaining because he was a jovial, nice person.  I called him ‘The Leprechaun of C-2.’   (C 2 represents a department in Chassis).

The Leprechaun of C-2

He stalks his prey, every night, each day
with shrewdness, as he walks the line.
And it’s best beware, if you don’t want to wear
on your back, the leprechaun’s sign.

From afar you can see what you think might be
his approach on an unsuspecting soul,
as he moves from a blind and strikes from behind,
with his ‘mark’ on the back of his foe.

Who is it this night who’ll be caught in his sight
and be “tagged” by the Leprechaun’s wit…
as they innocently work while the Leprechaun lurks
with a sign that will soon find a fit?

Who next will it be that the Leprechaun sees
for he cautiously ponders his move?
He’ll first find a blind to hide down beside,
before he strikes with a move that is smooth.

Each group has its foe, as many of us know,
and it’s the swift, crafty Leprechaun of C-2
who, in his own way, brings excitement, each day
when the doldrums set in like the flu.

We take it in stride, though many of us hide,
from the wrath of his pondering eye.
Never to know from what direction the blow
of the ‘tag’ will inevitably arrive.

But if it happens to be that you’re chosen to be
the selected one “out-of-the-blue,”
turn with a smile and hide the  beguile
you’ve been ‘tagged’ by the Leprechaun of C-2.

copyright © 2012 T.J. Gargano


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The Reverent Road

This is a very old poem written when I was 19 years old, the week before I left for the Army.  I must have been feeling a little apprehensive or scared, without trying to show it, about the near future, at that time.

I believe that there are times, all through our lives, when it is not only necessary to want to believe in something, but times when we…  have to….believe in something.  What that ‘something’ is, at that moment, is not what matters; what matters is how it bolsters your mind’s posture to ‘charge’  that fear, facing you, with ‘drawn sword’

The Reverent Road

I walked a road one summer day
knowing the end was far away.
For all I could see were the mountains ahead
into which the road I followed so reverently led.

It seemed I walked for many a day
upon this road which led the way.
And the mountains ahead still gazed at me
and as I became afraid, I thought of HE.

I feared the thoughts that filled my mind.
I walked ahead into the time.
And devilish thoughts preached my fate
and I walked the road with angered hate.

The reverent road I walked with fear.
The mountains ahead were now very near.
Could these mountains be the fate
that caused me to walk the reverent road with hate?

I looked to the sky which glistened with light
and thanked my GOD, whatever my plight.
And then the grass became my bed
And I gathered strength for the road ahead.

I was awakened into the day
by the glitter of the mountains which dawned my way.
And as tomorrow became today
yesterday’s fears passed away.

For the snow-capped mountains which I yesterday feared,
I now commanded as I steadily neared.
For in the night I sought in HE
and found that the mountains ahead, were me.

I looked up high to what was me
and said a prayer to Almighty HE,
who guided me through dark despair
when it was HE, I turned on without a care.

So again I started down the reverent road
fearless of the future, whatever it may hold.
’cause now I walked to enjoy life’s beauty,
for in finding myself, I had done my duty.

copyright © 2012 T.J. Gargano

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If Only I Could

Many people live in the ‘if’ world;  maybe most people do.  But it is the ‘world of reality’ that is where ‘home’ base resides and from where our dreams float in ether until ‘grounded.’

If  Only I Could

If only I could say in words
the feelings of my heart
and make you understand in full,
their meaning from the start.

If I could look into your eyes
and behold the thoughts thereof,
and feel the warmth within your hands
that’s in my mind above.

If I could turn and leave you there,
yet cast you not away,
and return when flowers no longer bloom,
yet never lose a day.

If I could make you see the pain
that lies within my heart;
to know that you are close to me
and yet so far a part.

If only, I could…..

copyright © 2012 T.J. Gargano


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The Mississippi

As a young man, I lived on the Missouri River up in the Dakotas.  That must be why I have such an affinity for rivers and especially the Mighty Mo’ and the beautiful, Mississippi River.  It still captivates me.

The Mississippi

The Mississippi flows
and stirs imagination.
Through heat of summer and winter snows
the Mississippi flows.
When one first sees her, one then knows,
as she swells in sweet flirtation
The Mississippi flows
and stirs imagination.

copyright © 2011 T.J. Gargano


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Could You Be True?

The power of new love is mesmerizing as it aims its arrows at the heart.  The tentative heart, not wanting to believe its good fortune, thumps out its doubts to bolster its hopes.  Is this feeling really true? it queries itself.

Could You Be True?

Could you be true or are you only a dream?
I’d sometimes like to know.
I might as well ask is the grass really green
or is white the color of snow?

Are you really as pure as the wind that blows
and as strong as the mountains are high?
Or are these questions to ask, but never to know
whose answers are lost in the sky?

Do you live in the past as you live each day
or do you wonder what the future may hold?
Will you remember April when she dies for May
or even May come winter’s snow?

Can you pretend your life is happy when your heart is really sad
and convince the ones around you that you’re true?
Can you smile when you’re unhappy and when things are going bad
turn the gray sky overhead to shiny blue?

Can you take the joys of happiness and the painful days of blue
and join them as one, forevermore?
Then your grass will be more greener and your sky forever blue
and the light of life will shine upon your door.

copyright © 2011 T.J. Gargano

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