SHE SAID IT, HERSELF; i.e., about the day he lost the 2020 election:

 "[It was] a narcissistic injury, the likes of which he'd never get over." ---Mary Trump

  

His ego stood bruised,

...Shattered;

"Down in the ditch"

His soul became rancid,

And blackened as pitch.

Just WHAT did DEAR DADDY do?

['Back in the day']

To cause the wee Donald

To act in this way?

All "shrinks" in this country

Steadfastly agree,

There's no one quite like him:

"The Bad D.J.T."

'Seems certain the seeds of his

Malice peaked early, for he

Treats our fair nation

 With scorn, cavalierly...

His narcissistic injury is one

He can't quell; poor Donald's

Frail brain lives in torment

And hell...

Thanks, Mary Trump, for

Your insight and candor;

The unvarnished truth needs no

"Big Lie" to pander !!

Poem by L.P.-G./ 1-7-2022

WELL, THERE IS 'ONE' GOOD THING ABOUT THE DATE OF JANUARY 6TH

                                                                            

IT'S SOMEONE'S 

BIRTHDAY !!!

Happy b'day, Alison !!

Sure, they refer to themselves as 'PATRIOTS'

            

...but here's the very salient caveat:

The term 'PATRIOTS', as regards those who breached the Capitol building on 1-6-2021, is merely an acronym...and this is what it REALLY stands for!!!

Pathetically

Asinine,

Treasonous,

Reckless,

Idiotic,

Obsequious,

Trump

Supporters

               ....and, yes, Trump IS to blame for what happened on 1-6-2021; that said, we CAN'T bury the truth, we should NEVER bury the truth, and we WON'T  bury the truth !!!

'1-3-2022' MARKS A LITTLE BOY'S BIRTHDAY!!

                                              

Our little Jude-Bear turns 3 today!!!

...with big brother Jim at Ballston Pumpkin Patch; 10/2021

WE LOVE YOU!!

XOXOX

'PACKING UP X-MAS':

                                                     

    A Post-Holiday Musing

No greens adorn the mantel-piece;

No garlands grace the walls;

The pantry shelves are bare once more,

I've swept and mopped the halls...

No longer are there sprigs of pine

To coax red embers bright;

No longer do the twinkling tails

Of small lights chase the night.

Great wreaths and candles,

Past their prime,

Re-line bespoken drawers;

The festive foil, made just for gifts,

Re-dresses attic floors...

Glass ornaments

Are packed with care,

The fir-tree stands 'at curb';

In one year's time

ALL will return:

Warm memories,

Un-disturbed...

*******

poem written by L.P.-G

copyright 1/2022