This Pearl doesn’t smell fresh, Ollie….


The BBR continues to draw my attention with more interest than what I can find at the computer, so, the next Pearl didn’t quite get done. Here’s another re-blog from about four & a half years ago… Let’s see what was going around in my head back then, shall we…. What’s going on there now will save itself for later…. Y’all have a great day; be well, happy, and strange, and things will turn out fine. See ya, ffolkes….

gigoid, the dubious



And then, I woke up, to find this…..

How It Works….

Retreat, retreat, he cries in vain
we cannot stand such pain!
Another battle, another day’s fight
Eternally at war, both day and night.

Storms within, crashing and thrashing about,
filling each moment with fear and doubt.
Cries of anguish, hopes for a swift end
Denied with wounds that will not mend.

The crisis approaches, time will not wait.
It marches on, driven madly by fate.
We have no recourse, no other road to walk,
No great power to whom we may talk.

Morning arrives, seemingly mild and free
Until one considers all that must be
An intro, some pearls, a photo or two
Today’s magnificent Pearl, created just for you…..

 ~~gigoid ~~

I was looking for a particular date of an event from last year at around this time, and in the process, came across this poem, that…

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