Archive for the ‘Irvine’ Category

1983-12-19

Monday, December 19th, 1983

Dave said it today…
Pictures of starving children
our cupboards full of non-essential luxuries.

So what can such as we do
to stem this world’s insanities?

Each week more money and energy flow thru our hands
than many people in the third world see in a lifetime.

This moment…THIS moment, someone starves
some child cries out in that utter well of despair
that only the young and innocent of this world have to bear.
That endless moment of terror
that waits without cause or remorse
to prey on their young lives
crushing their attempts to understand and be loved
staining their innocence and corrupting their trust.

Generations turning like wheels, children issuing forth
into war and poverty, sickness and pain
and sometimes, …sometimes into love.

More than our imaginations could hold or our hearts believe
they live in far away places where people
are different and, somehow, less real.
Our perceptions of these places lost between
the stock market quotations and furniture sales.

My Chris is four and when he hugs me and says, “I love you.”
the love and cherishing wash thru me so poignantly
He knows he’s loved and safe and secure
and his love and innocence can burn in their full flowering.
He lives in this world we’ve made him
between his naps and meals and tickling
and being told he’s a good boy.

He grows strong and whole, here.

Can he really be living in a world where people are gambled
for money and power?

gallagher
19 December 1983

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1984-01-05 Kathy M.

Thursday, January 5th, 1984

Kathy M.

Shall I write you Kathy…
water for a thirsty man… just beyond my reach
the potential for passion with you
presses thru the air between us

These months have brought no relief
for my fantasy and longing
conversations snatched between games
smiles that touched me to the quick

I feel the current between us
that only hands against skin
can release.

gallagher
01 jan 84
Irvine

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1984-01-05

Thursday, January 5th, 1984

I read my poetry from ten years ago
and I wonder if I’m becoming a shell of myself
that which is consciousness shirking within
that which is physical.

I’m more wood than quicksilver
more container than content
The growing gone,
the coalescing begun.

The bursts of unbearable insight
given way to impassioned remembering.

gallagher
5 jan 84
Irvine, CA

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —