THERE'S A BIG BEAUTIFUL FULL MOON OUT TONIGHT, AND

 

SOMEONE WE LOVE DEARLY HAS GAINED HIS WINGS TODAY

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sun-ward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there, I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air… . Up, up the long, delirious burning blue I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace Where never lark, or ever eagle flew — And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod The high un-trespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand, and touched the Face of God.

R.I.P 

James Peter Jordan, Sr.

Big Jim, How you'll be missed!

"Born with the map of Ireland on his face

and in his heart"...

'Till we meet again

Honestly, I might have changed the very last one or two words...

                                                              

“I wanted a perfect ending... Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. 

Delicious Ambiguity"     -Gilda Radner

 

                     Alternative endings? 

   ... in its own special, quirky way

GO ASK ALICE ???? OR JUST HUNT DOWN A PSYCHIATRIST?

                                                                

You've heard it described as "psychedelic mushrooms"

 but did you know that the substance of interest

 [i.e., psilocybin] is

actually generated by 200 different species of fungi? ...

Well, here's the best news: not only is it being looked at for treating major depression but as an antidote for personality disorders, as well. 

This includes

'political fanaticism'

Funny how I already guessed that such fanaticism was a mental disorder !!!

Is there a truck load of fungi for this poor chap?  

His 15 year old biological mother certainly did us a disservice...

SHHHH! CAN YOU HEAR IT?

 

The End of Summer

August's bags are packed;

Our itinerary takes its cue;

And, if you strain to listen in,

September nears debut.

Whispers of mounting dismissal

Rush before loose ends;

Reddened skies are all the rage

As summer's sun descends...

What is the rush?

[One always asks],

And others soon implore:

The grape is still a verdant green

And dreams we have in scores!

The corn is ripe for picking;

It haunts the richest fields;

They'll soon be fallow, once again:

To 'fate', our summer yields...

poem by L.P.-G.  c. 8/2022

IT'S LONG BEEN ACKNOWLEDGED

 

AS A VERY, VERY  DEEP WOUND (I.E., LOSING A CHILD)

Our collective hearts go out to journalist

Richard Engel and his family...

... and that is precisely why musician/song-writer

E. Clapton penned these lyrics

Would you know my name?
If I saw you in heaven
Would it be the same?
If I saw you in heaven

I must be strong
And carry on
'Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven

Would you hold my hand?
If I saw you in heaven
Would you help me stand?
If I saw you in heaven

I'll find my way
Through night and day
'Cause I know I just can't stay
Here in heaven

Time can bring you down
Time can bend your knees
Time can break your heart
Have you begging please
Begging please

Beyond the door
There's peace, I'm sure
And I know there'll be no more
Tears in heaven

Would you know my name?
If I saw you in heaven
Would you be the same?
If I saw you in heaven

I must be strong
And carry on
'Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven