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PROUD PARENT BY JAMES A. GALGANO
the miracle which brought those tiny eyes
to my ever loving embrace
and serenaded me with your many tears
as if abandoned to the night
breaking this hulking extremity in two
as each tiny hand clung to my soul for dear life
yet each innocent laughter constantly
redeemed me from my constant imperfections
while i fed you, changed you and lullabyed you
in my loving arms to sleep
with each new day a wonderous memory unfolded
in your persistent presence
as you recreated life in your own image
to my unsuspecting audience of one
while you melted the anger from my heart
how can one be upset with each hopeful tomorrow
your first words , your first steps your first loss of teeth
are with me still, having built a palace in this aging heart
and haunts my dreams as i sleep
your first day of school and first failing grade
linked me to my own past and parents arms
how often we forget those moments
which return with your next birthday cake
reminding us of our own imperfections
with each parental mistake
nevertheless here we are on this your graduation day
on this your wedding day or as we sent you off to sea
fighting for some questionable policy
praying to a god we no longer believed in
to bring you back home alive to me
standing over your flag draped coffin
which brought you back much too obediently
in the confines of this broken heart
filled with each recurring memory
cherished conversation and embrace
a bumper sticker still scars my soul
proud parent on board this ship of mystery
still reflects upon this my wrinkling face
Posted on: 10/12/06 08:29
Age
60
Hometown
QUEENS , NEW YORK CITY
Country
United States
Occupation
special education teacher
Companies
public school
Interests
Real life ..........
BY JAMES A. GALGANO.........
THE WORLD CRASHED THROUGH MY WINDOW THE OTHER DAY
LIKE A BRICK WRAPPED TIGHTLY
IN THE MILLENIUM OLD LAUNDRY OF MY SPECIES
FILLED WITH THE EXCREMENT
OF OUR BANKRUPT PHILOSOPHIES'
RATIONALE FOR DEVASTATING THE PLANET
OF ITS LOWER FOOD CHAIN EXISTENCE
EVEN ITS OWN KIND WHO THREATEN THEIR GOAL
OF DEVELOPING AND/OR PLUNDERING NATIONS
FOR THE WEALTH AND NOT THE GOOD
IF ANY IT MIGHT BRING
MAN'S INHUMANITY TO MAN
SHOWED ITS UGLY FACE TO ME
LIKE A STRIPTEASE HOPING TO DISGUST
RATHER THAN ALLURE
UNDISTURBED BY MY PROTESTATIONS
WHICH WERE SEEN AS ONLY A CHALLENGE
OR INVITATION TO IMPROVE
THE DEVIOUSNESS AND EFFECTIVENESS
OF ITS TORTUOUS METHODS
ALL IN THE NAME OF DEMOCRACY,
DEFENDING THE HOMELAND OR ITS RELIGION
MADE BY MAN IN THE DISTORTED IMAGE
OF IMAGINARY DEITIES
WHO IF TRULY EXISTED WOULD HAVE KILLED THEMSELVES OR LEFT LONG AGO IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT,
HOPING NONE WOULD NOTICE THEIR IMPERFECTIONS
WHICH NOW WREAK HAVOC ON US ALL IN THEIR NAME
A CHILD WALKED INTO MY CLASSROOM
CRYING YESTERDAY
HER BROTHER HAD BEEN KILLED BY A STRAY BULLET MEANT FOR ANOTHER
IT PASSED THROUGH HIS HEART
AND INTO THE BELLY OF A PREGNANT MOTHER
LEAVING ONE FOR DEAD AND TWO OTHERS
AT THE MERCY OF UNINSURED HEALTHCARE
HOW CAN YOU COMFORT THIS SORROW
HOW CAN YOU DERAIL THESE HORRORS
AND THEIR INCLEMENT DESPAIR
MY EMBRACE WAS ONLY TEMPORARY COMFORT
FOR THIS RANDOM LOSS OF INNOCENCE
WHAT WILL HAPPEN WHEN THOSE TEARS TURN
TO HATRED
AND STATISTICAL REVENGE ADDING TO THE SORROW
AS THE DOMINOE FALLS TOWARD ANOTHER TOMORROW WITH AN EVER RIPPLING EXPANSION OF WOE
THIS IS THE REALITY WE DON'T SEE
ON THE COMMERCIAL NEWS
IN BETWEEN THE PRODUCTS THEY MAKE US CRAVE
FOR THEIR EXPANDING PROFIT MARGINS
THESE ARE THE DARKER ANGELS
WHO NOW ROAM FREELY ACROSS OUR PLANET
WITH THE BLESSING
OF QUESTIONABLY CHOSEN LEADERS CONSENT
WHILE WE SIT COMPLACENTLY
IN OUR LIVING ROOMS DYING
FROM THE CHEMICALS WE INGEST
WHILE TRANSFIXED ON PLASMA SCREENS
SURFING THE WEBS WE NOW FIND OURSELVES WITHIN
WHILE A NEWLY EVOLVED SPIDER DESCENDS SLOWLY GRINNING IRONY'S SARCASTIC REFRAIN
JUST ANOTHER DAY IN THE LIFE OF A DYING SPECIES
DESCENDING SLOWLY ON THE PROVERBIAL FOOD CHAIN
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PRODIGAL LINGER...BY JAMES A GALGANO
THERE WILL BE NO RETURN TO INNOCENT LAUGHTER
NOR THE YOUTHFUL ANXIETY OF UNOPENED GIFTS
GONE ARE THE MEMORIES OF PATERNAL PATIENCE
THE CALMING VOICES YOU LONG AGO ONCE KNEW
THOSE WERE THE FADED THEMES OF FANTASIES
YOU READ WITH A DILIGENCE HOPING FOR SOME
HAPPY ENDING, WHICH NEVER OCCURRED
ONLY THE USUAL BROKEN PROMISE OF CONCLUSION
IN SOME DISTANT PUBLICATION EACH REGISTER CHIMED
THOSE SHADOWS OF YOOUTH YOU LIVED WITH
THEIR OWN FRAILTIES AND IMPERFECTIONS
LULLABYED YOU OFTEN TO ANXIOUS SLEEP
WITH THEIR ECHOES OF ACCUSATIONS AND ANGUISH
THEIR INEBRIATED AND OFTEN UNEASY DÉTENTE
PERMITTED YOUR EYES TO GREET ANOTHER DAY
WITH A LONGING FOR SALVATION OR ESCAPE
YOUR JUVENILE ANGER SPILLED OVER INTO HATE
BLAMING YOUR UNIQUE PECULIARITIES
AND DELINQUENCY ON EACH MATERNAL BERATE
NEVER REALIZING ALL WERE INNOCENT VICTIMS
CAUGHT WITHIN THE WEB OF THIS DEGENERATIONAL BALLET
CAUSTICALLY BREATHING THROUGH EACH EMOTION
WHILE TRUE FEELINGS WERE BOUND AND GAGGED
AND NEVER ABLE TO EXTEND THE HEARTFELT OLIVE BRANCH
NOR REDEEMING EMBRACE, CONFINED ONLY WITH THE SILENCE
OF WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN AND WHAT CONTINUES TO BE
IN THE SPACE OF THREE LIFETIMES SO MUCH HAS BEEN WASTED
ANDLOST TO SEPARATION AND EMPTINESS'S UNSEEN SCARS
WHILE WE ARE EACH HUDDLED INTO OUR FOXHOLES
SEARCHING THE STARS FOR SOME ANSWER OR CLUE
TO RELIEVE THESE FEELINGS OR PROVIDE FORGIVENESS
FOR THE MISTAKES RENDERED OR THOSE WE FOLLOW
THROUGH UPON WITHOUT A FEELING OR DETECTION
FOR WE FALSELY BELIEVENOW WHAT WE DO
IS FOR OUR OWN PROTECTION AND TO BREAK THE CHAIN
THAT IN REALITY WILL NEVER BE BROKEN
UNTIL EACH PAIN HAS RETURNED TO TIMES WOMB
FROM WHENCE IT CAME TO THOSE ECHOES OF INNOCENT LAUGHTER
AND LOVING ARMS WHICH CALLED YOUR NAME
AND CLUNG TO YOU CLOSELY ON SOME DISTANT SHORE
WHERE YOU NOW WAIT ALONE AT THE GLISTENING HORIZON
HOPING FOR THAT LOVED ONE'S PRODIGAL RETURN
THROUGH YOUR HEART AND SOUL'S FOREVER OPEN DOOR
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