Saturday, September 5, 2020

'HARD WORK' IS SPECIAL...AS IT [very well] SHOULD BE

         The many exemplars

 Of life's greatest 

Efforts

Never lost a bet

On whetting their

   Appetite for     Industry...

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Thursday, August 27, 2020

TRULY ONE OF MY OWN

    My Own September Poem :

 *IN MEMORY OF LABOR DAY WEEKENDS*



Wild, warm September!
Let me dance at your knee!
An amber waltz still rustling
Sweet leaves yet to fall;
Tanned hands gathering
Baskets of vibrant
Pink cone-flowers hidden
Behind an umber-brown
Barn bearing apples.


Placid water spouts
Take a spin on earth's 
Third carousel of seasons;
Swans salute copper-colored 
Currents, as they drift by
Continuously, through the
Languid bliss of
An aging summer and
Its humid afternoons.



Rustic, red wheelbarrows
Pair their rusty palette with
Melodious wind chimes and
   Faint whispers of gathering storms...

As the sun gently strains
To kiss your forehead,
You wipe away the sweat
Of many labors lost;
It's high time to breathe
In the heavy morning mist
And simple sunsets.
This, before life's pending
Frosts arrive
And the Wintry Winds
Accost...

Poem written by Lisa Porter-Grenn



Did you know that...


THAT APPEARS TO HAVE BEEN...


THE EXACT PHRASE I WAS LOOKING FOR!


phrase
     /frāz/

noun
1. a small group of words standing together as a conceptual unit, typically forming a component of a clause.

verb
2. put into a particular form of words.

"it's important to phrase the question correctly"



 "unprocessed grief and rage"

The above phrase was voiced by MSNBC journalist Nicolle Wallace as a way to "put in plain words" the underlying impetus and motivation behind the continuing BLM protests.





Those of us with abundant empathy have absolutely no problem understanding the BLM movement, even if we are not a person of color... moreover, our president is a racist (yes he is).





I would add to Nicolle's assessment that the word "unresolved" is key to understanding this movement, as well.

I am so sick and tired of bigotry and ignorance...and, I might add, those of you who refuse to change: you know who you are!!  

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!!!
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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 !!!!!!!!!!!