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Gallagher's Delicatessen

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  My Mom,  (Becky) grew up during the depression. She was surrounded by many brothers and sisters (ten) all of my grandmother, Clara Magdalene's children. I never met this mysterious grandmother, as she succumbed to ovarian cancer when my mom was only ten years of age- (Becky was born in '33.)    My Grandpop, Mr. B. obviously had his hands full, trying to support all these  children he co-created in Trevose, Pennsylvania, then a rural Catholic township outside of Philadelphia.  He conducted trains driving up and down the Allegheny Railway, making delivery stops.  Exhausted, he barely had time for his youngest children, ages 13-7...     After a year or so he married an educated and tailored "Marguerite."  Her family was then considered 'well to do' but she was not very attractive physically- was still single and was also quite Mennonite!  She was also the high school teacher in Quakertown, where everyone eventually attended, including my mom and her siblings!  

Saint Patrick's Angel

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 Sometimes I awake and then realize I'd rather be dreaming  Sometimes I cannot face these tears left streaming  Stillness stuns my belief that you are really gone.  Without relief, I question the purpose of my grief  And why I have suffered without you for so long.   Angels laugh in the hidden place we crave,   Within a crystal grotto and a secret cave.  They know you are free to play on a dusty day  They remind me that everything must be okay... Written on St. Patrick's Day, March 17, 2021  JJG 

Channeling Sunstar: A Compliment to Humanity

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    This is the name of the book co-written with Reverend Rod that is on Amazon.com or can be ordered through Barnes and Noble Bookstores.  It does have FIVE STAR reviews- so please go and read them,  and then simply order a copy, and maybe even help me out in the process, too.  (There is SO MUCH more I could have included, as so much has happened since Reverend Rod's death on 9-9-19. )      I am asking the universe for $upport.  This is my only published offering, which took a long time to write and compile, copyright and publish.  (It's also under $15, Okay.)       I thank you in advance for purchasing, reading, and also  reviewing, "Channeling Sunstar: A Compliment to Humanity."   Artfully Yours Johnathon Gallagher 

When Doves Cry

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In Hollywood, pigeons eek out hard-scrabble lives in the shade. They fling their wings, well-worn where movies are made. Privileged doves are let go at the occasional funeral parade. Otherwise they stay cooped up in roosts while other plans are laid. “Where shall we go next?” they cry.   “Where shall we sleep tonight?” “Will we have some bread today?” and, “Why is he so white?” These are the pure ones, which seem so elusive, so high. Symbols of the Holy Spirit with the power to soar the sky above, And conquer gravity with ease, as a prayer for love and peace. Of course, the Owl is always wise; he’ll remind us to close our eyes To foul weather, bones, and feathers; shell accounts and tax-free havens. Cardinals trump the cranes and loons; hawks mind the crows and ravens. But double eagles are twice the fun as banded roadrunners, on the run... Life is for the birds!  Swallows and swifts, finches and twits. Every egret regrets every day it sits; every al

Can You Hear Me Now??

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  Honoring Brett Willis, Stairway to Heaven                                                       September 27 2009    How ironic that CNN had on today’s show (9-16-2012) a segment about how it would feel to “live without a cell phone for a day.”   The banner read “Are Cellphones Harmful?” and a guest Dr. Gupta talked about radiation (microwaves) physical heat, and that the instructions which come with the cell phones that tell you to hold it two inches away from your ear.   He laughed and called his earpiece “geeky, and we were all reminded that the standards for cell phone radiation exposure have not been updated for 18years.   He mentioned the rare types of cancers that seem to be associated with cell phones, but wasn’t too cautionary as he described how inconvenient it was to be out of touch without a cell phone for a day. They joked about not even considering “Giving it up.” I cringed at their cavalier ignorance. Today marks the 12th anniversary of the death m

A Moorish Moon

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If ever there were a slivered moon, surely it was this eve. Earlier at dusk, in conjunction with Venus, it seemed odd as It hung over the horizon, like a burnt orange scimitar. Later, when my Libran friend, Rod, quipped with blithe dismay,“Where is Venus? Venus is gone!” True, she had slipped away beyond our view, Leaving only a sanguine crescent hue, Suspended like a giant scythe. I wondered if any others were marveling at the moon, with Venus gone so soon, so lythe. In the blink of an eye, and in the eye of a storm, Mars is rusty red- Like tonight’s Moorish moon, and its unfortunate sense of dread. For the balance of the oceans, rests upon the motions of the moon. The tide pulls and crests at the shore line. Only now it’s not a sure line.  Like footprints in the sand, life dissolves into the sea. Our deep emotions are tied to the sea- a briny solution, our tears; Our moral shell of calcium coral and skeleton of bone-white fears. Perhaps if time were me

Hello Muther

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  Hello mom, hello dad, Here I am in Islamabad. There’s people fighting, There’s people dying, And all we hear at night Are soldiers crying. Hello sister, hello brother, Here we are with one another, There's lots of guns, And tons of ammo There’s nothing greater- It's twelve years later, We're watching "Rambo." Hello 'Raq, hello 'Ran, I say it that way, because I can. But if you don’t like it, well that’s too bad 'Cause it could get much more worse, It's like a curse-- here in old Baghdad.   Hello woman, hello man. Here we are in Pakistan, Osama’s gone to sea,  Obama’s on TV, But who’s deciding for me How to stop this insanity? Hello Turkey, hello Yemen, Here we are, your darkest demon. Hello Russia. Hello China Guess we’ll see ya, North Korea. Keep on dreamin'. Hello mommy, hello daddy, Here we are in a nice rice paddy. Nothing’s changing, but the seasons, If you feel anxious, there's plenty reason