Thursday, May 23, 2019

SHAME, SHAME; DOUBLE SHAME!!


May ALL
the Heavens Curse Your Name!!!

















"Republicans need to speak up, and people need to know that not all Republicans are represented by the hostile, vile voice of Donald Trump". 

                                            Ana Navarro

Wednesday, May 15, 2019

Friday, April 19, 2019

Forked Beards are Nothing!!!



Oh! But forked tongues!!!

But beware those who speak with forked tongues!!
Be they bovine, brute or bull-dog types...
v


Friday, April 12, 2019

THIS FOURTH MONTH



APRIL TENDERS A CERTAIN SWEETNESS


It was in this fourth month

I thought that maybe
This time it would be different
No tease of earth's humid breath


Gulping in the dappled sunlight
Only to have it steal away
And smile sweetly
As the damp vapor
Pauses by the primrose.

Yellow tenders the favorite color;
The first and sweetest blush;
Far from shorter days
To ones that stretch lazily
Between the grass and sky.



Can you hear the blackbirds hum?
Or the green grass as it lengthens and bends?
Don't you dread the promise of the sundrops leaving
Shortly after they've tickled our resolve to adore them?
Still, the richest certainties
Are those of the fourth month
Surely spreading its beauty somewhere else
If not here...

Of expanding earth's breadth
In the most fantastical manner.
poem written by L.P.G.


Sunday, March 17, 2019

We're a little more than midway through; yet, I do implore:


DEAR MARCH,
(Depart!)...

My take on an Emily Dickinson poem



Dear March - You're late -     

Late to depart (for now) -
How I hoped you'd never -
Put down your sorcerer's Hat -    
A clever disguise to beguile us...
You straddle in year after year -
Breathing in our desire for reprieve -
Yet, dear March, don't you see
How weary and numb we've become?



March, please... Come sit beside me for a while -

I have so much to request -


You bring up the stairway to Spring-
I do hear the birds (now), but there's snow 
on their wing-     
Fall's maples once demurred at the very 
thought of you-
I remember how they shuddered and how 
Red their Faces grew -         
But March, no empty promises, please -   
When you both come in (and depart) like a Lion-
It's only to tease-
And all those colors still to bloom -    
Don't mar their entrance-
Don't transmit gloom-


Before long, who knocks? Oh April !!
Lay the doormat!  Light the lamp!
Your shadow warms the heart-
A Year before you call again
            Is nothing when I am expectant -        
All trifles look so trivial   
As soon as you draw closer...


My censure of March is just as sacred
As Praise for you, April-
Yet disappoint us (you sometimes do).
Oh well, May's a most lovely hue!


L.P.-G.