Wednesday, August 2, 2023

THERE WAS A CROOKED MAN

                                                                 

There was a crooked man

And he had a greedy wife;

Their first and foremost goal

   Was to have a sumptuous life.


This aim, however, hinged on

Him  rigging an election;

Pursuant to the latter, there

Must not be mass defection.



So...he gathered all around him,

Crooks and liars, thugs and thieves;

This cohort reeked of mischief:

Evil dwelled in their beliefs.


But "chickens", it's been often said,

Will  'soon come home to roost ':

Rudy, Sidney, John and others,

How you scammed, deceived, seduced ! 


 

My hearty thanks goes out to those

Who sought to make things 'right';

While Trump supporters praised his deeds,

You persevered with light.


                                                            poem by L.P.-G. / 8-2023

Monday, July 31, 2023

Oh JULY, WE BARELY KNEW THEE!!

                                                                     


The last gasps

Of this Dog-Day month

Applaud its

  Splendid hues...

 

The Black-Eyed Susans'

Petals 'swell':

There's gold among

The mews...

In twelve weeks

We'll spy pumpkin patches,

Frost beneath their vines;

As Earth prepares

Its future feast

Of burnished,

Clement wines...

poem by L.P.-G.  /   7-2023

Tuesday, July 11, 2023

WOOF !! The Dog Days Have Arrived !

                                                         


When I was a teenager, the above pic is what "DOG DAYS" meant to me. My dog's name was Gittle and she loved summer as much as I did...


Summer will ALWAYS be 

my favorite time of year !!



Sunday, June 25, 2023

BELATED BY ONLY A DAY!!!

 

  Nonetheless, Happy Birthday !!


The day you graced

This very world

 Was never marred by pain;

The roses nodded softly

  In the misty summer rain...


Your eyes so wide, so very blue,

Signed off to solstice skies;

The year was 1992,

Just weeks before July...

June's breath was precious,

 I recall:

Such memories never wane;

Oh how these earthly

Times fly past!

   [To stop them is in vain]...

 For my son/poem by LPG