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robert-gretczko
robert-gretczko
A son of the South Bronx. Born and raised in Fort Apache. Until I got out. / 35 years running my advertising agency as its Creative Director. / Having written thousands of advertising ads, commercials and promotion / pieces, I've always loved writing poetry and want to share it! There you have it in few hundred characters, more or less. I enjoy the site and the wise ideas....!!! Of course, all of my writings are copyrighted, intellectual property and may not be used copied or reproduced for any purpose or any reason.
a time was when the loving embrace you gave your child fit between your fingertip and bend of your elbow soon it’s the top of their heads you see when they run to your embrace cheek pressed close... hearing your heartbeat as you heard theirs when you pressed your cheek to mom’s birthing belly later your embrace first meets, eye to eye, then ear to ear as they whisper “love you Dad... see later” now you look up as they bend down placing their head on your shoulder saying “Dad I love you”... see you back after the weekend.
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May 7, 2022
May 7, 2022 at 9:06 AM UTC
fatherhood
soon my children will fly from my firm embrace to that worldly gaggle of spit, and fire and chance and unleased all... opportunity, happiness, love, and desire but for now, I'm holding tight to their smiles and stylings... and petulance and arguments and laments... pitched battles that end up soon in smiles and hugs goodnight and dressing up.. posing and posturing for a tik tok dance or feisty Instagram... silly but so now... flippancy and admonishments roll out like a lucky seven going out, coming in, that's up and then down here's the doorbell being rung one, two, three times fast, so fast... "open up Dad keys are in our backpacks" a blink from diapers to destinations... on their own with friends and futures in tow... be home soon maybe midnight, maybe three... really not sure time waits ready to treat the destiny for each one's sonnet, symphony... jazz riff or rap synapse... solely and uniquely fitted like a fine dovetail joint
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Dec 21, 2021
Dec 21, 2021 at 3:16 PM UTC
eagles... sparrows, and humming birds
glowing bright as a midnight star a daughter strong as a towering oak that's what I am getting... her name is Tahlia wrapped in curls and manners bespoke for me, her siblings and mother frames filled with awards and recognition we all know she is like no other with focus, determination, and erudition skills self-taught she crafts and smiles folding, sewing, painting... singing away her manner is engrossed as she beguiles then off she goes all ready for play not six, not twenty, just eleven in years so knowing, and caring... always ready "honey, can you find"... she's already up the stairs her wit and knowledge are amazingly heady a joy, a triumph to be called her "Dad" I stop always to do whatever she'll ask that is the way to guide and show her how glad to know for me it's an honor... never a task
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Dec 21, 2021
Dec 21, 2021 at 7:26 AM UTC
a daughter...
we are shredding our sensibilities into mindless, endless affirmations of guilt if by a freak of nature we are all now a disease by birth our skin.... white and pale as silt stumping and pumping hands high in shrill gasping moments in the public square banged and pummeled our mouths fail our will but against those men with muskets do we compare thrown across flickering screens that rage with acid and foment eliciting condemnation's hate are we just players in the second act on stage if you fail and are plowed under there is no rebate the mustering blustering sanctimonious deceit has crept in brains and deranged the synapse flagellating babbling chauffeur-driven elite deliver the death knell, clock sure without lapse take heed and know your forbearance is fully tested against an evil with spikes at every turn and bend if you falter now or run from the beast to be bested surely the light and lift of all mankind will be but a bitter end
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Nov 27, 2021
Nov 27, 2021 at 7:12 PM UTC
The Real Pandemic
As we surround ourselves with the optimism that comes from our natural goodness serving the traditions of our eternal search of American humanity let's remember our time is always fleeting each minute put to solutions that heal, will in the long arch of time, create the continued fertile ground that sustains our primal liberties that set us uniquely apart inserting us into the brightly lit path of human decency in spite of our profound failings and predictable flaws
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Nov 25, 2021
Nov 25, 2021 at 4:58 PM UTC
Thanks Giving
tone, stretch and stray far from where you are today firmer, tougher... less of you a new visage, from your head to your shoe a pursuit now chartered en mass of hips and thighs... arms and *** glorious, youthful and svelt keep doing it, and doing it add holes in your belt watch as the numbers steadily decline friends and strangers in admiring... opine you look younger... what are you doing? it's the bulges and lumps away you are shooing
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Jul 22, 2021
Jul 22, 2021 at 7:20 AM UTC
weight... less....
a cascade of Pavarotti high cs the turbulence of ocean tsunamis a casual duck quack, quack the clacking of a nine-ball rack a boot dropped with a thud the splat when falling in the mud the morning doves coo coo coo a diamond rings ooh ooh ooh a sudden unexpected insult the response and inevitable tumult the joy in a finely aged wine a smile from whom you choose to dine food just dropped on your pants the casting of an unapproving glance a lofting climb of a high flying kite the tug you make with all your might the hostas now dead under the snow will surely soon blossom, that you know your children's tinkling joy and laughter will be your symphony in the hereafter
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Apr 28, 2021
Apr 28, 2021 at 12:49 PM UTC
Fitting things together...
today its Gauguin fiery fauvist palette where snow used to reign pink purple fuchsia and bits of white and mauve puffs bathed in azure skies soon bursting sunbeams complete the symphonic scene with feathered singing sipping my coffee quietly I watch the show hum Pavoratti
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Apr 15, 2021
Apr 15, 2021 at 9:20 AM UTC
OUR BACK YARD - HAIKU
here eyes woke with smiles I said good morning... sleep well? yes! and so did you
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Apr 15, 2021
Apr 15, 2021 at 8:57 AM UTC
A LITTLE THING CALLED PASSION - HAIKU
inescapably love conquers every human if you allow it the mind finds its way to every enlightenment when your heart seeks it joy comes from your strength against every upheaval life throws in your path power grows in truth in every undertaking make it your work kindness is the hope for your every utterance you make others smile
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Apr 14, 2021
Apr 14, 2021 at 4:05 AM UTC
US HUMANS - HAIKU