IT'S 'UN-HOLY', ALRIGHT!

You Catholics out there: Don't be such blind idiots again!!! He's 'playing' you!!!

WHEN [MONEY] MATTERS

$ LABILE  LUCRE $ 

My index funds are shrinking,

They dance more 'down'

than 'up';

I loved it when the bulls

ran free;

How over-flowed my cup!

The Dow is up but soon it's down;

And Nasdaq, not real sure...

S & P's a fickle friend:

"Think long-term!", Feds demure.

Oh! Interest rates and ETFs,

You cause one's head to spin;

Covid, Covid...Go away:

We cannot let you win !!

poem written by L.P.-G.  

TWO STEPS FORWARD; [and this time] NO STEPS BACK :

* 6-24-2020 *

HAPPY BIRTHDAY,

"CRAB-CAKES" !!!

'Cancer', a so-called "cardinal sign", exhibits many of the following attributes: nurturer; host; guardian; caretaker. Born into this [Crab] sign, the fourth-house ultimately rules... Yes, it's all about 'home and hearth'; i.e.,  an unremitting focus toward achieving strong family bonds!! Unsurprisingly, these folks do appear empathetic, sentimental, moody (like the moon), and home-loving as far as their general disposition.

...and more recently [and with Mavi too]

XOX, MOM and DAD

  Happy new marriage and new home, as well !!

A 'GENTLE HESITANCE' OF SORTS

For some of us, our primary guardians

Simply walked into their after-life;

Stolen, when we were yet still young

Within the tongues of summer's whispers,

And thus we weep while memoirs sleep...

Tiny yellow petals at the lily's hub

Seem to nod perpetually to

The imperial preference of the

Enigmatic Summer Solstice;

And grubs nestled deep within

The smell of green grass

Pleasantly bob to the trills of

This mid-summer majesty.

Even then, soot from old memories

Curls in the warm, waning wind

Like fallow limbs in a bonfire...

We visit tombs and grave-sites,

Scatter ashes left behind in marble urns;

But never mind, what remains locked up

Can still be re-imagined to those

Who leap and laugh as they

Rush into amber-colored sunlight.

Sleep, not for long,

My friend;

Bare your soul to the

Quickening pulse of the

Raging river's rapid ear and

Confess to those, that count,

The finality of inevitability

And your tender hesitance

In finally letting go.

Poem written by L.P.-G.

June 2020

P.S. A belated Happy Birthday to C.P. [June 18th]

QUITE SIMPLY, JUST JUNE...

I count to six

And see this month

When earth explores

Its treasured core.

Spewing forth riches

Both deep and galore,

Gleaming assets surrender

Toward promise in store.

Poem by L.P.-G.