HOMEWARD BOUND, NOW AND FOREVER

You might still imagine

 Never 'falling in love' with a home,

 With "hooked on houses"

   Folly, a mere foolish tome...

Yet when evening flaunts its camouflage

Of moon-dusted, Saturnine showers,

Brilliant stars beckon road warriors

To "stay awhile" and "smell the flowers".

See those window boxes full of

Pinks, Whites and Greens?

That quaint oval window?

That tidy porch swing?

You've sampled life's rainbow,

So precious and clear; Homeward you're

Headed... to those you hold dear.

Still think that one could never

'Fall in love' with a home?

That hearts prefer transience

As sure as one roams?

That's not a right statement;

It's simply not true...

If asked if 'I' love them,

I DO!!! Yes I DO!!!

*****

SOME ANNIVERSARY DATES ARE PAINFUL TO REMEMBER; yet, in this case, good riddance!

       Whatever the price of such abject servitude:

         Sweet consequences never flowered blissfully,

         Nor did the saccharine of young innocence

         Grow fonder or more perfect by this tumult...

And 'he' who took his life;

Embalmed in the darkness

Of fading fantasy

And sordid grandiosity,

Forever stands at the entrance to anguish;

The dreams that haunt him shall never cease:

Retribution murmurs relentlessly...

So very, very relentlessly,

[Exactly as it should].

                                                   Poem written by L.P.-G.

              Post-script: You enablers are worse than pond scum!

Dirty Dershowitz stammers: "I Kept My Underwear On During Massage At Epstein's Mansion"... Oh ! There are surely plenty of skeletons in your closet, you depraved, aging, dirty-lying sociopath !!!!!!!!!!!

11 YEARS AGO, TODAY

5-1-1929 __ 7-24-2009

                                                                                   

When Great Trees Fall

 by Maya Angelou

When great trees fall,


rocks on distant hills shudder,


lions hunker down


in tall grasses,


and even elephants


lumber after safety.



When great trees fall


in forests,


small things recoil into silence,


their senses


eroded beyond fear.



When great souls die,


the air around us becomes


light, rare, sterile.


We breathe, briefly.

Our eyes, briefly,


see with


a hurtful clarity.


Our memory, suddenly sharpened,


examines,


gnaws on kind words


unsaid,


promised walks


never taken.


And when great souls die,


after a period peace blooms,


slowly and always


irregularly. Spaces fill


with a kind of


soothing electric vibration.


Our senses, restored, never


to be the same, whisper to us.


They existed. They existed.


We can be. Be, and be


better... For they existed.

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.