2022: PENNING AN ODE TO A NEW YEAR ( A year of three 2s)

                                                                   

2020 was 'HELL',

So we braced ourselves well,

For a "Covid-cure",

Mid  '21...

But when that never happened,

Our brains looked to caption

Whatever seemed buoyant and fun...

Yet the past year  saw sickness

And shootings and riots;

('21 was no better than '20)...

When the ball descends

Times Square,

Just past midnight

(By one hair!),

It had better bring

Fortune, and plenty...

'22 will begin with

"The Mightiest Drop",

Kerplop! goes that ball:

Oh, Kerplop!!

Three 2s mark its "full name",

[ Perhaps that spells "good fame"],

But will luck put us back

AT  THE  TOP ?

poem by L.P.-G. / 12/2021

        

DARK WINTER SECRETS...

 

     DARK  WINTER  SECRETS

The solstice passed some days ago,

[And right before our eyes];

December's snowy curtains

Slowly  shut, and feigned disguise...

See that cloud of snowflakes dance?

Tumbling toward the lake?

January  bares its soul

Of this, there's  no mistake...

The stage is set for frosty lights,

Some shallow and some steep;

The earth exudes an ice-age chill,

With secrets , wintry-deep...

                                           poem by L.P.-G./ 12/2021

HOW I OFTEN REMEMBER...

                                                        DECEMBER

The firmament bends far overhead

In shades of frost and gray;

The skeletal limbs of barren trees

Have no green leaves at play...

All is stilled by deathly gusts;

And winds that bring destruction...

How can the sun assuage this scene?

"December's introduction"

   

  poem written by L.P.-G. 2021

THERE ARE A MILLION WAYS TO SAY THIS...

     ... and here are just 'some' of them !!!

12-7-2021: Happy B'day, Dr. R.C.G.

FACTOID 101 CONCERNING CONSPIRACY THEORIES

       

  Just the facts, ma'am; just the facts!!!

By endorsing and promoting conspiracy theories, or at least not rebutting them, crafty politicians [and certain "opinion" networks; e.g., FOX] shamelessly exploit various unwitting and naïve individuals' fundamental [both unspoken and sub-conscious] deep psychological needs.

Silent Night, no more

                                                                               

Can't 'deck the halls' just yet:

Their walls are sullied by gunshot and soot;

The night skies grow ever dimmer

Toward the solstice that beckons...

What shall we call this

Epoch of guns and bloodshed

Whose love of carnage

Is like wild, wicked thorns?

December stands marked

By coffins, not garlands...

The scent of holly and juniper

Is stilled; snuffed out by senseless

Acts of violence.

Post-script: and the deadly beat goes on and on...enough already!!!