a propos ...
THIS TRULY PENULTIMATE
SEASON OF THE YEAR
AUTUMN:
Deftly
Casting its Dazzling Magic
Festooned by
Burnished grandeur ;
PANORAMA,
Très premier !
Amber leaves kiss
Sagging branches;
Copper foliage
Secrete deer...
Crispened sunsets;
Frost confirms
It's settling near...
Yet, bleak landscapes
Conjure worries;
( For it's DEATH
We MOSTLY fear)...
-Poem above, written by L.P.-Grenn
You do NOT vote your
proverbial "pocket-book"
but cast your vote
largely based on the
CHARACTER
of the candidate...
Wealth comes and goes;
When 'health' is lost, it's true that
"something" is lost;
However, when character is lost,
EVERYTHING is lost.
It should be crystal clear WHO is power-hungry and who genuinely supports democracy.
As fall descends and
Leaves turn golden,
Macbeth's 3 witches grow
Emboldened...
We can hear
them slyly scoff:
"Time to
craft a deadly broth!
One that sends chills up the spine;
Let's prepare some
toxic brine" !!
[ADD to cauldron]:
Items found in
garbage dumps;
Lies sprung
from the lips of Trump;
Tropes 'bout
Haitians,
Pink
Dalmatians,
Trinkets from a bad vacation.
[ Then, stir in ]:
Autumn leaves
attacked by mold;
Grubs and
web-worms, big and bold;
Tail of
skunk, wayward vines;
Tons of awful MAGA signs...
It's almost
ready;
Yet, (we think)
It needs more
'oomph'
To really STINK
[ Thus, ADD to mixture]:
P.
Diddy's pants and picnic ants;
Beard debris from J.D. Vance...
Crazy Yarvin,
Peter Thiel;
Worm-infested wagon wheel;
Global warning,
freak-deniers;
Broken, rusty
metal pliers...
Now blend real
well,
(Until it
swells);
Then, crank the
heat up
Way
past hell!
OH! Bubble,
bubble, election-trouble;
Will 'The Madman' score a
double ?
text/poem written by L.P.-G. / 10-2024
Subtle Haze of
Darker Days
(i.e., those yet to come)
Moon's shadows beckon stronger
;
The squirrels and sparrows
Play in barrels,
Perched among the
Footpaths, narrowed...
Saturn spins ghost-tales
Beneath twilight's dusk;
Venus drips billows
Of late-evening musk.
Autumn-bred corn husks
Top sweet-scented hay bales;
Fancy-faced pumpkins
Dot cider-sprigged
Fence rails...
YET...
Nature turns tearful
When scanning
the hillsides:
Its bounties are
dimming,
Its pastures wane,
sun-dried.
Oh! Heed the far echoes
Of wind, rain and cold...
Spot butterflies quicken
On each marigold...
poem written by L.P.-G. / Sept. 2024
September
winds down...
"Nature
is often hidden; sometimes overcome; seldom extinguished"
-Francis Bacon
"Beauty is
everywhere a welcome guest"
-Goethe
"Nature I
loved, and next to nature, art"
"Happily we bask in the warm
September sun,
which illuminates all creatures." — Henry
David Thoreau
