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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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Dewdrop On My Window

Have you ever caught yourself talking to something when nobody’s around?  At one time, it was believed to be signs of early dementia but, over the years, it has become recognized as happening to almost everyone, regardless of age. I talk to my dog and she almost talks to me…at least she has me thinking that or is it wanting that?  Well…anyway, we don’t get much settled but we have a lot of fun thinking we do.  haha

Sort of deep in thought one day, dream-like and staring outside at the rain puddles through a window of  streaming ‘dewdrops’,  being desperate to talk to someone,  I talked to them.   God help me.   haha

 

Dewdrop On My Window

 

Dewdrop on my window, dewdrop tell me why
Tell me that she loves me, don’t you make me cry.
Dewdrop on my window, dewdrop tell me true
Don’t you kid me, dewdrop, don’t you make me blue
Help me make her mine.

 

Dewdrop on my window, take with you, my love
Drop it on her shoulder from your cloud above.
Splash upon her sweet lips, mingle in her eyes
Give her all the reason, love like ours won’t die
Help me make her mine.

 

Dewdrop on my window, you’re fading fast away
Dewdrop will you come again
to be with me someday?
Dewdrop
dewdrop……good-bye.

copyright © 2012 T.J. Gargano

 

 

 

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Gandy Dancer

Gandy Dancer

Standing on the platform while waiting for the train,
in between the north and southern track,
I watched a ‘gandy dancer’ who was working in the rain
standing on the platform while waiting for the train.
Once there was a moment when I wanted to do the same
and my mind remembers the kid in me, way back
standing on the platform while waiting for the train,
in between the north and southern track.

Up against the station house; standing, still, in stare
her blond hair whipping wildly across her face.
She looks to see the ‘gandy’ too, pushing back her hair,
up against the station house, standing, still, in stare.
Suddenly, a whistle bursts faintly in the air
and still she doesn’t move from her place
up against the station house, standing, still, in stare
her blond hair whipping wildly across her face.

Standing on the platform after getting off the train
in between the north and southern track,
I wanted her to meet me with a car up in the lane
standing on the platform after getting off the train.
Nothing here has changed, the ‘gandy’s’ working in the rain
my dreams were all of her, the whole way back
standing on the platform after getting off the train
in between the north and southern track.

copyright © 2012 T.J. Gargano

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