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Spirit Show

Spirit Show

 

Despite all the tragedy that appears in the news,
it’s the spirit of life we must guard
as we face all our loved ones and help with their lives,
who we hold close with highest regard.

For we can’t be beaten or appear in their eyes
to have withered and succumbed to a fate
but bestow in them faith to find guidance from God
for all life’s travails that await.

We must try as we step to have warmth in our heart
as we battle the dangers, all around,
and show them no fear as we live through each day
as we keep them from beating us down.

We can’t win all battles…. that happen our way
but for the battles we win we can show
how our positive thinking gave a lift to our hearts
and to the face of our spirit…. a glow.

copyright 2013 t. j. gargano

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Mornings After Harvest

After months without a view because of the beautiful, tall cornfields, the distant horizon can be a mesmerizing sight, filled with the smells and sounds of a different, yet familiar, place.

Looking east from where I live, the lagging warm temperatures of day create a hazy, foggy pastoral scene,  of a morning,  across the recently harvested cornfields  and it is a blessing in magnitude hearing the geese feeding frantically and invisibly until the fog lifts.  Then when the sun begins its rise, the shadowy glimpses of distant objects on the horizon command your every instinct as you look, listen and smell the uniquely, coming day.

You are alive and you have taken the time to notice it!  Have a great day and try not to take it for granted…..look, listen and smell of it….for you are blessed to be alive!

Mornings After Harvest

Across the trampled field of corn, filled with geese in the early morn’,
  the distant horizon peeks beneath the fog
that partially hides the distant train headed north in a misty rain
  as my ears pick up the howl of a farmer’s dog
chasing geese along the fence, in and out of a fog, so dense,
  the geese themselves don’t know which way to go.
And all you hear are gaggle screams, like those heard…. in nightmarish dreams,
  as a lifting fog exposes the new day’s glow.

That’s how it is each country morn’, looking east where once was corn,
  across the fields now flattened for the plow
that soon will turn the stubble down exposing all the black and brown
  after feeding every deer and bird and cow
that lurk and wait for harvest day so they can romp and eat and play
  before the winter winds begin to blow
and life again is cold and harsh; birds all dreaming of the southern marsh,
  and the rest of us await the coming snow.

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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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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I’ll Wait for Thee

I’ll Wait for Thee

In those times you want to write
but don’t know what to say,
when nothing seems to feel alright;
your mind seems in decay.
At least, it feels that’s how it is
when nothing comes to mind.
Cause if there’s something in your head,
it’s certainly hard to find.
Your pencil twittles;  you look in stare.
your eyes are on the clock.
You wait upon the mind to bare.
You’re frozen and in shock.
And all the while, time’s on the march;
your stare can’t slow it down.
You’re oblivious to your pending fate;
your face is steeped in frown.

This feeling is something you know too well
when the mind’s confused and bent,
and starts to journey and wants to yell
but your heart still sleeps….content.
And so we have a second cup
and stare around the room
and hope the heart will come around
and chase away our gloom.
Beyond the memories in our mind
in empty rooms galore
are places the writer goes to find
to open up the doors
that lead to journeys he must take
no matter the distance be
and if that means he has to wait,
it’ll be by his decree.

© copyright 2013  t. j. gargano

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DandYlions

To some a weed, dandelions to many are a thing of beauty.  The view is in the beholder.

DandYlions

Dandelions give us beauty
even though they are a weed.
And while flourishing is their duty,
Dandelions give us beauty.
And as bad weather makes some moody,
to some, it is a need.
Dandelions give us beauty
even though they are a weed.

copyright © 2011 T.J. Gargano

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Ace of Time

War will never be inescapable.  Countries need their men (and women too in many places) to defend their homelands.   I abhor war but it has been unavoidable in this dimension.

The reality of war, however,  is that all soldiers cannot return home to the life and lives they are protecting.  Sacrifice is inherent in the code of soldiers.  Bless them all.

I want to share a poem I wrote shortly after being discharged from the service.  It is meant to honor all soldiers that made the ultimate sacrifice.  These sacrifices must not be allowed to be forgotten .

photo National Archives and Records Administration

Ace of Time

He lies soft that has fallen hard.
He held a perfect hand except for one card.
That card he lost was the “Ace of Time;”
now his life completes his rhyme.

His life is now but a corpse.
The last living ounce has been drained.
Is this now the time to show remorse
for he who now rides ‘Heaven’s train?’

It seems to me we’re kind of late
to show our kindness instead of our hate
for he who lies somewhere, so still,
on a shore where we sent him to kill.

But now the story has been told
about the boy so meek and yet so bold
who took his cards and went his way
across the sea……. where now he lays.

copyright © 2011 T.J. Gargano

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