6.19.2009

Sunday is Father's Day

TALK MORE NOW
For two hundred dollars an hour
I can get a doctor to tell me
why I talk to my dad more now
than when he was here.



Maybe as I get older and closer to his age
I'm finally seeing things the way he did
or find some kind of comfort in talking
to him from inside my head

Dad always got the tough jobs, you know,
and I, I was the toughest job he ever had.
I spat on people. They teased me.
I bopped them with my sister's baton.
They teased me, and laughed at me.
I bit them on the ass.
They stuffed me in a garbage can.




So it fell to him to be the bearer
of the swift and mighty blow
to bring the little bastard to his senses
or to render him senseless so he
couldn't hurt anyone for a while.

... But these decades later I find
We talk more now
and I have a different view
of him and the years
we spent together.
I know he was winging it
and I was a whirling dervish.

By Anthony Buccino

adapted from TALK MORE NOW, a poem in progress from the SIXTEEN INCHES ON CENTER collection.


**********************************
Copyright © 2009 by Anthony Buccino, all rights reserved. Photos and content may not be used without written permission.
Support this web site, shop at Amazon through this link, thanks
**********************************
Check out Anthony Buccino's latest poetry and essay collections as ebooks and on Kindle.

6.15.2009

Her Morning Elegance

Here's a great video... really makes me think ... how the heck did they do this, like Gumby?




**********************************
Blog copyright © 2009 by Anthony Buccino, all rights reserved. Photos and content may not be used for commercial purposes without written permission.
Support this web site, shop at Amazon through this link, thanks
**********************************
Check out Anthony Buccino's latest poetry and essay collections as ebooks and on Kindle.

6.12.2009

National Pigeon Day - Saturday in New York

Saturday, June 13, 2009
Noon - 4 pm

National Pigeon Day

Join us as we rally for the rights of birds, protest pigeon trafficking to Pennsylvania for the purposes of pigeon shoots, pigeon control methods and poaching, rigid feeding laws and hunting activities at places such as the Philadelphia Gun Club in Bensalem; issues discussions, among other topics, will be New York feeding laws, pigeon condos, pigeon disease or lack of.

Pilgrim Hill in Central Park
New York, NY
(enter on northwest corner of 5th Avenue & E. 72nd Street)

Come on out in honor of "New York's unofficial feathered mascot"
(quoted in the New York Post)

**********************************
Blog copyright © 2009 by Anthony Buccino, all rights reserved. Photos and content may not be used for commercial purposes without written permission.
Support this web site, shop at Amazon through this link, thanks
**********************************
Check out Anthony Buccino's latest poetry and essay collections as ebooks and on Kindle.

6.05.2009

D-Day, 65th anniversary, Normandy invasion

The Allied invasion of Normandy, France, on June 6, 1944, marked the beginning of the last ten months of World War II in Europe.

More than 110 Belleville sons died in World War II. Nutley sent 2,882 men and women into service during WWII, 92 never came home. Remember their sacrifice as you enjoy the freedom they died to preserve.

D-Day Museum Ad

Belleville Sons Honor Roll - Normandy Invasion

Nutley Sons Honor Roll - Normandy Invasion

Copyright © 2009 by Anthony Buccino; National WWII Memorial, Washington, DC

K.O. Pat Francisco POW at Cherbourg

Falduti parachutes into Ste. Mere Eglise

MEMORIAL GREENS
We remember our war dead
with their names raised
on bronze and etched in stone
We remember their lives
and families’ sacrifice:
The best and the brightest
and the bravest, too.
We forget the children
they left with lonely spouses,
we never saw the long tears,
And the proud sadness of those
who gave us their loved ones.
On these memorial greens
we gather to remember the sons,
the fathers the homes, the children
and stop to say thanks
for the price you paid
for our freedom to gather
on these memorial greens in peace.

Copyright © 2009 by Anthony Buccino;National WWII Memorial, Washington, DC

National World War II Museum

American Battle Monument Commission

**********************************
Copyright © 2009 by Anthony Buccino, all rights reserved. Photos and content may not be used for commercial purposes without written permission.
Support this web site, shop at Amazon through this link, thanks
**********************************
Check out Anthony Buccino's latest poetry and essay collections as ebooks and on Kindle.

6.01.2009

A Father's Place

A Father's Place

Dads explain what’s fair or unfair and moms decide when it is okay to go out and play. When she tells her friend she has to go in but goes out five minutes later to play with someone else, Dad says how would you feel if they did that to you? She knows how she would feel and pledges not to do it again. But dad knows that she will, and when she does, she’ll remember what her dad said. Maybe.

Dads are their children’s protectors. Dads chase the mon¬sters out of the closet at night. Dads have a special hug that resolves a nightmare’s terror. Dads are as tall as the sky and can reach the cookies moms hide on the top shelf.

Dads have to be dads sometimes. That means they have to yell and maybe spank. Any child can tell you that nobody hits as hard as daddies can. Not even Grandpa. Yet after every repri¬mand comes the guilt of being a daddy. Dads want to be kids, but too often get trapped into being adults.



Dads are as old as forever. They listen to ‘old people’ music like Led Zeppelin and the Beatles. Their car radios are set to all¬ talk stations. Yet, with their own children, dads are forever young. They play horse, hide and seek and checkers when they are in the mood and decide to make time. Dads don’t like to play checkers too much because they lose a lot.
On a hot summer day, dads will chase you around with a water pistol, and sometimes even let you sneak up on them with the garden hose.
Dads have the largest, strongest hands in the world. Little girls in their cradles tightly grab their dad’s index finger and it’s as big as the world outside. But for dads, they see that those small hands hold so much. They hold the future and all dad’s hopes. They instill the fear of God in Dad when he senses the responsi¬bility in that precious grip.

Dads fix everything. But, what they actually do is take it to their side of the basement and shelve it until everyone forgets whatever it was that was broken.
from A Father's Place, an Eclectic Collection
by Anthony Buccino
**********************************
Copyright © 2009 by Anthony Buccino, all rights reserved. Photos and content may not be used for commercial purposes without written permission.
Support this web site, shop at Amazon through this link, thanks