AS TIME GOES BY (As Well As 'Bye')

                                                               

Oh, Eve of a New Year !

Champagne bottles break;

Resolutions stay spotless

  By sharpened snowflakes...

We greet bright-eyed babies;

Aged men wave goodbye;

Yet, just 12 months prior,

We sailed those same highs!

'Feb' gathers love poems

And scores of red hearts;

The Ides bring March madness,

With winds off the charts.

 April weaves baskets

Of jonquils and bunnies;

May summons bumblebees

Brimming with honey...

Many a bride says 'I Do'

In fair June;

July's blazing skies

Call for flag-bearing tunes...

Sweet August is sunrise;

September, full moon;

October breathes harvests

That cause geese to swoon...

In times of November

Great tables are laden;

But once comes December,

Fine snow slows to 'fade-in'

When that last day arrives:

[December '3' with a '1']

It excitedly bellows,

THIS  YEAR'S  ABOUT  DONE !!! 

poem by L.P.-G. / 12-2024

46 YEARS IS BEATING THE ODDS!!

                                                                       

 

Next year, perhaps somewhere a lot warmer ??

IN NEED OF [BAD] COMPANY ?

                                                                  

Around the time of 1967, the rock group Procol Harum debuted its Conquistador song; the lyrics began, "Conquistador your stallion stands...in need of company" 

Yet, to many, the word 'Conquistador' conjures up horrific imagery, and rightly so. Conquistadors were essentially out to vanquish lands that weren't legitimately theirs; these Spanish and Portuguese soldiers from the 15th-17th century overpowered much of the world, most notably [as is well documented] the Central and Southern Americas.

 

 What's more, Christopher Columbus was a 'conqueror' not a mere innocent explorer. Oh! Shame on Eurocentrism for pretending otherwise.

Not convinced?? Here is one of the statements ascribed to Mr. Columbus, himself: "We shall take you, and your wives and children, and make slaves of them, and [as such] shall sell and dispose of them...We shall take your goods, and shall do you all the mischief and damage that we can..."

Wow, this past October 14th I was getting a spinal MRI and didn't even recognize it was Columbus Day. Now, however, I do grasp how inaccurate my grade-school and high school history books were !!

October 28th was NOT a day

 "JUST LIKE ANY OTHER"  eight years ago...

          " In the politics of the United States, an OCTOBER SURPRISE is a news event that may influence the outcome of an upcoming November election (particularly one for the presidency), whether deliberately planned or spontaneously occurring. Because the date for national elections (as well as many state and local elections) is in early November, events that take place in October have greater potential to influence the decisions of prospective voters and allow less time to take remedial action; thus, relatively last-minute news stories could either change the course of an election or reinforce the inevitable".

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That said, I prefer my October surprises as 'spooky', not political !!

Today Would Have Been

  YOUR  BIRTHDAY...

and you would have been 95     

WOW ! Little Princess...

                                    Turns 3 tomorrow !!!                          

   

We Love You, Kelly Quinn !!

And a big happy b'day to your daddy, as well!

POST-SCRIPT

... And Kelly and her daddy had a great "shared birthday" on 10-9

Earnest Accolades Appear Justified

 

a propos ...

THIS  TRULY  PENULTIMATE

SEASON  OF  THE  YEAR

AUTUMN:

  Deftly Casting its Dazzling Magic 

                                                                   

Festooned by

Burnished grandeur ;

 PANORAMA,

Très premier !

Amber leaves kiss

Sagging branches;

Copper foliage

 Secrete deer...

Dusk distributes

Crispened sunsets;

Frost confirms   

  It's settling near...

Yet, bleak landscapes

Conjure worries;

( For it's DEATH

   We MOSTLY fear)...

                            -Poem above, written by L.P.-Grenn

YOU DESERVE A PAT ON THE BACK IF

You do NOT vote your 

 proverbial "pocket-book"

but cast your vote

largely based on the

CHARACTER

                     of  the candidate...      

                             

Wealth comes and goes;

When 'health' is lost, it's true that

"something" is lost;

However, when character is lost,

EVERYTHING is lost.

It should be crystal clear WHO is power-hungry and who genuinely supports democracy.

UH-OH: THEY'RE Baaaaack !!

                           

As fall descends and

Leaves turn golden,

Macbeth's 3 witches grow

 Emboldened...

 

We can hear them slyly scoff:

"Time to craft a deadly broth!

 One that sends chills up the spine;

  Let's prepare some toxic brine" !!

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[ADD to cauldron]:

Items found in garbage dumps;

Lies sprung from the lips of Trump;

Tropes 'bout Haitians,

Pink Dalmatians,

Trinkets from a bad vacation.

[ Then, stir in ]:

Autumn leaves attacked by mold;

Grubs and web-worms, big and bold;

Tail of skunk, wayward vines;

 Tons of awful MAGA signs...

It's almost ready;

Yet, (we think)

It needs more 'oomph'

To really STINK

[ Thus, ADD to mixture]:

P. Diddy's pants and picnic ants;

 Beard debris from J.D. Vance...

Crazy Yarvin, Peter Thiel;

Worm-infested wagon wheel;

Global warning, freak-deniers;

Broken, rusty metal pliers...

Now blend real well,

(Until it swells);

Then, crank the heat up

Way past hell!

OH! Bubble, bubble, election-trouble;

Will 'The Madman' score a double ?

text/poem written by L.P.-G. / 10-2024

"SUBTLE HAZE" ?

Subtle Haze of Darker Days

(i.e., those yet to come)

As grayish days grow longer,

Moon's shadows beckon stronger ;

The squirrels and sparrows

Play in barrels,

Perched among the

 Footpaths, narrowed...

Saturn spins ghost-tales

Beneath twilight's dusk;

Venus drips billows

Of late-evening musk.

Autumn-bred corn husks

Top sweet-scented  hay bales;

Fancy-faced pumpkins

Dot cider-sprigged

Fence rails...

YET...

Nature turns tearful

When scanning the hillsides:

Its bounties are dimming,

Its pastures wane, sun-dried.

Oh!  Heed the far echoes

Of  wind, rain and cold...

Spot butterflies quicken

 On each marigold...

poem written by L.P.-G. / Sept. 2024