Saturday, August 15, 2020

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!!!
*****

Monday, August 10, 2020

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 !!!!!!!!!!!

Friday, July 24, 2020

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.


Tuesday, July 7, 2020

IT'S 'UN-HOLY', ALRIGHT!



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

Thursday, June 25, 2020

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.