peregrine nosedive
swooping in whilwind spiral
~ lark's last aria
As hot summer reluctantly gives way,
Autumn has come closer to the doorway.
In a medley of colors, Earth parades,
And everything is seen in sparkling shades.
Cool n’ crisp, the West wind blows in soft hum.
Dead and decaying leaves fall with bee’s thrum.
When they drop one by one in hundreds down,
In a deluge of colors, the lands drown.
Some, seen swirling afloat in the bare space
Some nosedive and lurch on the landscape’s face.
But with season's brisk change, these tongues of fire,
Will die out and no more be there to lure!
I was sipping tea, so calm, so sweet,
Charts were clean, no sign of heat.
NY session, chill as can be,
Then—BOOM!—the news comes straight for me:
“Trump is back, and he's not done—
More tariffs, more drama, more Twitter fun!”
He taxed China, slapped their goods,
Markets flipped—I lost my “shoulds.”
Steel from Canada? Hit with a fee,
Even Mexico got no trading glee.
The EU cried, “C’mon, that’s rough!”
But Trump said, “We’re playing tough!”
Aluminum, cars, tech and trade—
One tweet from him, and pips get slayed.
My EUR/USD took a nosedive trip,
I watched my SL… then lost my grip.
I yelled, “NOT AGAIN! Not this chart!”
Trump’s tweet just ripped my setup apart.
But I’m a trader—I wipe my tears,
Been dancing with markets for 5 long years.
I suited up, with sniper glare,
Revenge is pips—I scalped with flair.
So when Trump tweets and markets spin,
I don’t panic—I dive right in.
A little chaos? That’s my jam,
I’ll milk that news—thank you, fam!
Lesson learned: in this trading game,
Even Trump can bring you fame.
If you play it smart, catch that spike—
You’ll turn his tweets into profit-like.
Lightning sutures me
not leaving a single scar;
My smile starts to glow;
To myself I say,
‘Everything will be alright.’
Such a clear cut sign;
Natural cymbals
back up my internal source;
A shove towards peace;
Rebuilt but still tough,
the Sun’s bright after hard rain;
Sound renegade survivor;
Deep down hope keeps us alive,
right into storms we nosedive.
Snippy was with
A family of five
Until he decided
To do a nosedive
In the water he went
Just shaking his tail
Swimming all around
Like he had set sail
But something took notice
Of this duck having fun
It moved in closer
Ready to make its run
On the poor little duck
Who didn’t have a clue
He was about to be eaten
Boo who, boo who
But the little duck noticed
Something moving in close
So, he started quacking
It was about to take hose
A family of five and
So much more
Came to the rescue
And to settle a score
The little duck was saved
And the raccoon ran for his life
There were to many ducks to fight
And he didn’t want to be jackknife
Wheaties in beer to start the day
Off to work I stumble and sway
Cocktail at noon to set the stage
For the nap I need ‘due to age’
Double martini at 5:05
Reflexes take a nosedive
Night cap at 11:10 p.m.
Wake up tomorrow
~ do it all over again
We are alive, this fact we know,
reaping the fruits of seeds we sow
and as into life we nosedive,
this fact we know, we are alive.
We feel hemmed in, in body-mind,
trapped by fears and desires that bind.
Deafened by incessant thought din,
in body-mind, we feel hemmed in.
To know ourself, we choose silence,
exiting thought flow violence.
With no agenda on our shelf,
we choose silence, to know ourself.
In timeless time, we feel God’s breath
manifest as love’s healing meth
and as we heavenward so climb,
we feel God’s breath, in timeless time.
Divine entwined, we feel complete,
as nodes within pulsate upbeat
and playing our role as assigned,
we feel complete, divine entwined.
Milestone moments are events that come alive,
moments with my Maker, my plane in nosedive.
Miles of errands, mile-high; but on God I wait.
He provides just what I need without my mate.
Moments with my Maker help me to revive.
Most days need six more hours merely to survive
like yesterday when the car chose not to drive.
Thank God for a friend who took kids off my plate...
Milestone moments
Summers are the hardest, long days in this hive,
except for sports and music lessons, all five.
One night last week, my oldest girl had a date,
she couldn't leave the kids' cause I was running late.
Her special date stayed with her till I arrived.
Milestone moments
April 26, 2022
Comes the serpent in splendid garments
Silky satins with purest white tatted laces
Most deceptive of all Satan’s devilish varmints
How we welcome his warm tender embraces,
Sometimes taking us on a most enjoyable trip
And we go along for those pleasures we crave
But remember he doesn’t shoot from the hip
And before we know it, he will a name engrave,
Claiming for his nefarious purposes intentional
Yes, all seems well on the surface as we thrive
Sometimes quite wonderfully, even sensational
But then a time comes when we take a nosedive,
Hopefully we’ll awaken to the cause of our grief
Seeking out the values we had long cast aside
And come to that faith in God, a spiritual relief,
In peaceful grace and security from thereon abide.
Written April 23, 2022
She ain’t the belle of the ball anymore
She’s not the picture
hanging on the wall
behind every dorm door
Miss Best Beauty
is no longer
the fave social media queen
That short-temper smile
don’t enamel contrite
gleam supreme
The autumn reign was semester short
as a mid-summer moonbeam
She’s not the hookah heartthrob
of every palpitating Y eye
testosterone dream
On the cute campus dance floor,
she curvy ain’t
the belle of the homecoming ball anymore
Hash tag splash
some ugly meme paint
This picture ain’t pretty
lipstick quaint
Give a kiss of death
to the hip flirtatious pledge darling
Professed Valkyrie
of TA many e-z Y conquest
Peer voted Super Hottie Best,
this belle had a novocaine, nosedive ring
Got a bosom pain degree,
false vows in the pleasure chest
Silver tongue hourglass-shape laid:
Tainted palette promises on a circular chime
Her pulse fade
is a wrinkled tick-tock portrait
To no acne avail,
pouty pigment
don’t age pageant well
Pretty poor fall from grace
was her
diva dropout farewell
11-01-21
We bite the dust every morning,
spitting gray powder, like desperados.
Firebirds nosedive in forewarning,
perverting the trees into hell’s tornadoes.
We taste sooted smog on our tacky tongues,
dragging all our shadows of remorse.
Finding no habitat for our wheezing lungs,
we long for the rain’s fecund watercourse.
We find Death Valley spreading like a contagion,
and dodge parched patches, bruised and baked by sol.
So delirious our meandering, we know not our region,
our infernal night camps reek of cinder and wood coal.
We chant, not knowing the meaning of an arcane lyric,
unsure how to summon the recondite eidolon of Seth.
As city shells smolder, all chronic hearts await some mantic.
Surely hell will freeze over, so we wait with bated breath.
rise,
upward, cumulative
ascending, climbing, levitating
surge, crescendo, nosedive, slump
plummeting, dropping, sinking
plunge, descent
fall
full,
total, whole
jam-packing, loading, extending
entirety, aggregate, cavity, nothingness
draining, unloading, purging
void, abyss
empty
Date written: 06/16/2021
Now listen here, it is Happy New Year
A time resolutions are made
The best of intention, but I think circumvention
Will show once again we have strayed
I know it is true, the things that we do
To keep resolution alive
We know we will fail, good intentions will sail
Out the window, and take a nosedive
A new year has begun, it's time to have fun
Have a break from the year that's gone by
A quick jab or two, may just get us through
We kiss this lousy virus goodbye
Twenty twenty one, the old year on the run
We can hope that things will get better
If it goes the right way, we'll be able to say
Let's find lady luck and go get her
I always call my parents in the morning she said.
With confidence, feeling like it would always last.
First her father left. Two days later her mother.
Her always took an immediate nosedive.
Now she stares at the phone, feeling sad.
Feeling angry that they both had to leave so soon.
They were sixty-two and sixty-four.
Other people have their parents until they are ninety.
Or a hundred.
She had a great aunt who hung around
until she was one hundred and five.
Life is not fair, she said. Life is always unfair.
Still using always.
Always has.
Always will.
The average price of a new car's up to $37, 185**
Only a fool would expect it to take a nosedive
The Auto Industry's defense, more circumlocution
Consumers' pockets picked; the time's ripe for revolution
**Source: Kelley Blue Book, June 9, 2019
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