The Perils of Ivy

Those 'leaves of three'

Got the better of me,

And now I'm in need

Of a fast remedy!!

This plant is a curse!

And the rash seems rehearsed...

Praise be to cortisol!

'Itching' it does forestall !!

                         poem by L.P.-G. /   Sept. 2021

THE PITIFUL 'GUNS AND BIBLE' FOLKS: Who gave birth to them?

 

What do you say to the f****** idiots who babble, "Guns don't kill people, people do"?

I know they're 'I.Q. deficient'...so how can you even have a cogent argument with them ???

I DON'T COUNT THEM ANYMORE...

 

BUT YOU'RE STILL

WELCOME TO !!!

same time next year!!

LATE AUGUST, LATE SUMMER...

Late August is not summer in arrears;

           It's September that marks an equinox.

Yet, the wasps have grown mad from

The barmy wave of heat and fuss...

Sizzling cicadas sing non-stop,

Poppies bloom and wilt

In Augusts' incense;

The sky grows rich as

Butterscotch pudding...

The shade provides no pretense.

poem by L.P.-G.

PLEASE PLACE BLAME WHERE IT DULY BELONGS: i.e., THE TALIBAN

                                                                       

   

'Twas the night

Before "pull-out"

And all through the land,

Sharia was rising

  Across desert

 sands...

Joe Biden had promised

Our troops would

Come home;

But Trump made the first call

[As cited on Chrome].

A mountainous country

So steeped in raw grief;

[ Kandahar lies southward

And Kabul is east ].

The Taliban movement

Praises Abdul and Omar;

(Each planned brutal conquest

    For years 'neath our radar)...

"Indoctrination" is both

Evil and lame;

Afghan will suffer,

We know who to blame !!

poem by L.P.-G.   2021