Art of Love

I find my best days are when I visit my daughter and spend time with my grandchildren. These little lovelies can be so sweet and at times jealousy compete for attention.

Saturday Jan 12th, I wanted a grandfather/granddaughter day and took my little artist to the Portland Art Museum’s Japanese Poetry, Art & Culture Weekend.

We went to the Yuki’s Origami demonstration and art making workshop.

Kaylea got right to work on trying her hand at Origami, as did I. It was more difficult than I had thought, but Kaylea persisted and did much better than me but we both needed help from Yuki’s assistant who was very patient and helpful. (I wish I had written down her name, because she deserves kudos)

While we were in the Origami workshop, we missed the Calligraphy performance with Sora Shodo, something I really wanted Kaylea to see, but we did see them cleaning up. I was fascinated by Sora’s inked hands as she rushed around cleaning up and to get her to pause, I asked if I could take a photo of her hands.

Kaylea had her camera ready and also took a photo if Sora’s black inked hands.

Next we walked through out the art exhibit admiring woodblock prints, zen paintings, calligraphy and exquisite porcelain pottery.

Kaylea focused her camera mostly on the porcelain vases and sculptures.

We made a visit to the Museum Store, so many fascinating and artistic souvenirs, jewelry, postcards, books, dolls.

There was one Frida Kahlo doll in particular that caught our eyes, Kaylea took a photo of it, I saw how much she liked it and bought it for her.

We took a brief walk through the contemporary exhibits but the rumbling of our tummies said it was time to get something to eat.

We left the Museum and walked down the park blocks past Abe Lincoln to Shemansky Park taking pictures of Abe and the Shemansky Fountain.

Then entered Southpark Seafood Restaurant to relax and order something to eat. While waiting for our order, I noticed my granddaughter’s image in the water bottle and glasses and couldn’t resist snapping a few photos as she made faces.

Our order arrived and we shared a happy hour burger with fries and topped it off with a dessert order of salted carmel & vanilla gelato scoops, which Kaylea declared with a yummmm and said “that is soooo gooood” and it was.

Then back to the car, and my little sweetheart drifted off into her own imaginations, falling fast asleep, dreaming of the days events.

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Your Everything

Your Everything

by Dan Shea 12/16/18

I remember
the smell of your hair,
the sound of your laughter,
the sight of you and your sister
Harmony at play, I feel your little hands exploring my face, touching my nose

I remember
your mother singing
you lullabies, reading
you nursery rhymes and
counting your toes with kisses
as we tucked you into bed at night

I remember
those beautiful smiling eyes,
your hugs and sleeping on my chest, those days we would walk hand in hand, me so tall and you so small, so proud of showing you off to all those passersby

My memory of you
is so bittersweet, my son,
so deep is my love it hurts
but too, I remember the joy of you,
I miss your kisses, your everything
about you, thank you for being my son.

Casey Allen Shea – Presente!
(12/16/77 – 2/25/81)


I, Casey’s father was a U.S. Marine who served in that criminal American War in Vietnam in 1968 in Quang Tri Province and exposed to Agent Orange that I am certain caused Casey’s birth anomalies including a heart disease, that led to his early departure from this life.

Babystitting Grandson

December 20th 2018

Started today with my grandson hiding with his hands over his eyes and head buried in a dinning room chair.

I said “I see Colin” he giggled as I snuck to his side and he peeked through his fingers.

Nana had an appointment and said she would be gone all day, I said “an appointment that takes all day? She, “I have to see my mother and have errands to do”

I said “you mean shopping, don’t you?”

She: A big smile.

She, then gave me instructions on Colin’s snacks, lunch and how to use the microwave, which is much different from ours.

Colin ran to Nana points to his butt, he had a poopy diaper and wanted to be changed.

So, Nana told him to go get ready and he ran to the toy chest, pushed everything off of it, climbed up and laid down to have Nana change his diaper.

Harmony came out of her office, to spend some time with Colin before she had to go to Kaylea’s School for her classroom Holiday Party.

Nana left, Colin cuddles with his mommy for as long as he can, and burst into tears and screams when she started to leave.

Colin tugged at his mommy’s leg, she picked him up with hugs and kisses and handed him to me and left.

Colin acted as if Nana & now his mommy had abandoned him to some unfortunate fate.

I couldn’t comfort him, he screamed and continued to cry, so I left to cry it out.

It took a while but eventually, I heard him talking to himself, then he entered his own private world of play.

He eventually came in to see me, I ask if he wanted a yogurt pop, he went to the fridge and pulled out the freezer drawer and the yogurt pop.

Finally after he was satisfied with his snack he settled into his cozy chair, pulled up a blanket and fell fast asleep.

Compassionate Campaign

Night falls on the homeless
~ dan shea 2/3/18

Night fell on San Diego

chill breeze blankets the homeless

concrete sidewalks their beds

Gil drives, searching streets

lonely woman in wheelchair

black plastic bags her bunker

Stan pockets white socks

I follow with hard-boiled eggs

Hey mama, greets Stan

Ice broke, conversation

begins, can you use these socks

are you sleeping here?

She affirms, sleep here

pointing at her bunker of bags

the socks are welcome

You hungry mama?

shakes her head, she is hungry

I produce the eggs

She thanks us, veterans

my husband was a Veteran

served in Korea

Father in WWII

grandfather served in WWI

proud elderly black woman

It’s cold on the streets

we offer a sleeping bag

She rewards us both

God’s Blessing on you

thank you, bless your hearts, bless you

brings tears to my eyes

It doesn’t take long

Gil finds other homeless folks

some male and female

These have-nots range in

age, teenagers to elderly

the dawn is breaking

Before the night wanes

we will have given out nine

sleeping bags, nine pairs of socks

and just as many pairs of hard boiled eggs.

~~~

The San Diego Veterans For Peace Compassion Campaign, an outreach effort to give a sleeping bag set to each of the 9000+ homeless in San Diego, began in December 2010 and continues indefinitely.

The outreach effort began after active veterans in the San Diego Veterans For Peace chapter became alarmed at the life-threatening living conditions homeless veterans and others endure on the streets and under the interstate overpasses in downtown San Diego.

http://www.sdvfp.org/about/compassion-campaign/

Veterans of Nowhere

Veterans of Nowhere
Citizens of None
Ghosts in a Nightmare

Dying for lies
Survivors Crying
Wounded Mind and Body

Mexican born
Veterans Deported
Brown Brothers and Sisters

Left behind
Children without fathers,
mothers, sons or daughters

This is what it means
to be undocumented
having served the gringo

Veterans of Nowhere
Citizens of None
Ghosts in a Nightmare

By Dan Shea 2/2/18
Marine Corp Viet Nam Veteran
1968 Quang Tri Province


I support our Deported Veterans
Bring them Home!

CLASS WARRIORS

Photo Art by Daniel Shea, May Day 2015

Photo Art by Daniel Shea, May Day 2015

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Class Warriors
by Daniel Shea 4/30/14

International Workers’ Day
Is more than the celebration of
the Eight Hour Day and the remembrance
of the Haymarket Massacre
it is recognizing the Captains of Industry
declared War against the Working Class

Veterans For Peace
demands Peace and Justice for all
for it is the working class who are sent
to fight rich men’s wars

The warriors sent into battle are
grunts coming from the underpaid,
the unemployed, the immigrant, the poor
pawns for slaughter and killing
profits for industries of Death

Come Veterans For Peace fly your flags
support your brothers and sisters
economic justice is the cause of workers
the cost war is the ruin of workers’ pay
the price their blood, sweat & tears
their children lame and dead

War is the enemy of Workers everywhere
Demand Your Rights to Organize
Demand Life over Death, End All Wars
Defend Human and Civil Rights
Defend Our Planet against an Environmental Apocalypse
Defend Immigrant Workers & their Families
Not 1 More Deportation, Not 1 More War
Not 1 More Foreclosure, Not 1 More Job Lost
Not 1 More Step Backward

For “We shall not, we shall not be moved”