Inspirational Poetry By Hal E-looya
Volume II
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SMOKING Smoking cigarettes, a bad, bad habit Most times, it’s hard to break Promises that you can quit Lots of money companies take. “COLD TURKEY” is the only way Much prayer will make it so Don’t believe all ads you hear They’ll take away your dough. Strong willpower is the method It is the only way I know, because I used to smoke My cure is here to stay. Just like an alcoholic A smoker you’ll always be It takes just one to start again Say NO! and you’ll be free. 9-6-09
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A poignant, unflinching look at life today through the poetry of Hal Gartner. Written with insight and candor, the verses within reflect both the human condition, and the grace that God bestows upon us.
About the Author
I was born in 1925. As a tot, I grew up in the Rockaways, Jamaica Bay, separating me from Kennedy Airport. I became a marble champ before moving to Brooklyn. In high school, I learned the skills of Machinist. I was drafted in 1943. Until 1946, I served with the Navy, and the machinist training helped me with my duties aboard ship. While attending a ship's reunion, I penned a poem for the honor, entitled "The John M. Bermingham D.E. 530." That poem became a hit. I continued to phrase words, and I am still at it. This is my second published work. When I lost the tip of my ring finger at age 21, I was disqualified for the New York city Fireman's job. I had a fishing station, where boats were rented, for a short while, but I eventually became a police officer for the Port Of NY NJ Authority, and retired in 1973. In 1951, I married Martha Bachman, and we had five children together. In 1955, I moved to New Jersey. In 1963, I stopped smoking and took up motorcycle riding. During my tenure as a police officer , I was becoming a proficient archer, and opened a pro shop with archery shooting lanes when I retired from the Port Authority. I quit the archery shop in 1980, and became a security guard at Rutger's University in New Jersey. In 1990, I retired again at the age of 65, and moved to Pennsylvania. I continued to write poems, and I am still at it. In 2007, while under treatment for a curable cancer, an internal artery broke. It took fifteen units of blood to bring me back. I felt the Lord let me live so that I could get my poems in print. On February 2, 2008, I moved to Missouri to be close to my daughter, son-in-law and grand-kids, after being in and out of hospitals and rest homes. I have been doing well in Missouri, and hope you enjoy the rhyming verses and thoughts that are enclosed.