Monday, July 21, 2008

Vacation Elation


11 days intensity,
11 days of fun.
7 ways of expressing
How love was welcome.

Little girls and teenagers,
3 girls and a boy;
Little puppy loving pure
Filled our world with joy.

Barbara, Thomas, and Jan,
Lisa, Katjia;
With Nina and Daisy fun.
Weeping for Mona.

Breakfast on the "Beau Terrace."
Hiking at the sea
While I buried Mona at last
By Maggie & Jessie;

Underneath beautiful trees,
Underneath a heart
Made of stones so love can see
The Wonder that they were.

A week quite miraculous
That filled up my life
To see Light of miracles
That still come sometimes
When I feel sunshine
Of warm care of mine
Shared with loved-ones fine.


Vacation Elation
by Loveson G. Flower
La Terrace Restaurant, Les Castellet
12:30 PM Monday, July 21, 2008

Our new puppy, Daisy, at 10 weeks old loving her friend, Mona Lisa, at 16 years old and days away from the end of her life.

Final resting place for beloved Jessie (1994-2006), Maggie (1994-2008) and Mona Lisa (1992-2008) and Peewee (2014) and perhaps someday for me.


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Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Missing Maggie



She is gone. She's sleeping now.
It's so wrong but right somehow.
No more suffering the arrows of age.
No more wondering when death steals loved Sage.

I'm too numb to really, really feel my pain,
And too dumb to not feel her killing again.
Had to make decision to put out of misery.
Had to be awake to stop her failed, falling body.

Now she's also sleeping next to her loved friend, Jessie.
For me, I'm weeping for my loves lost and their blessing.
It's too big to really grasp enormity of all.
I must dig to feel at last feelings that sleep in Paul.

Like her grave I dug to join my loves eternally,
I must save my love enough to stay in love with me.
Try to see myself through the kind eyes of Maggie dear,
Then to be the self whose kind that Maggie loved to hear.
When then can we pass through Hell and find some love to cheer?
Be a friend like Maggie who held Love's Wisdom so clear.

Missing Maggie
by Loveson G. Flower
5:10 PM Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Les Zeribas
Music's title and musicians unknown.

The 40 or so photos and their order were magically chosen from many hundreds of photos of Maggie by the random selection of the screen saver, as I could certainly not in my grief bear to choose artistically or otherwise which photos and when or how to use them. Surprisingly, so many photos chosen were with her furry friends and only two with not-so-furry (human) friends. For me, the result was a miracle as it so well described beloved Maggie and her loving nature, her beautiful Spirit and all her dear relationships. I miss her so.

This video directly brought our new puppy, Daisy, into our lives as her rescuer, Linda, saw and was touched by "Missing Maggie" and our story when we met on the TGV train. Linda gently convinced us to take Daisy even as we thought it was far too soon only 3 weeks after Maggie's death.


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Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Maurane - “Que le blues a fait de moi”



Music: “Que le blues a fait de moi” by Maurane from her album, "Quand l'Humain Danse" (2003)

French Lyrics: “Que le blues a fait de moi” (What the blues did to me) from www.paroles.net/chanson/31561.1

Animation by Loveson G. Flower with the following building blocks:
Dolphin Animation: "Desktop Dolphins" 3D Screen Saver - www.UselessCreations.com - please visit for wonderful, artistic screensavers
Text Effects: "Fliptext" Apple OSX Screensaver - Author: Jamie Zawinski
Sound Animation: "Lathe" Itunes Visualizer
Background Colors Animation: "Abstract" Apple OSX Screensaver



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Monday, May 12, 2008

"Light of Love" - Meaning to Me


"Light of Love" - Meaning to Me
by Loveson G. Flower

Above is part of "Light of Love"
To say enough what heart Art shoved
And illustrate my meaning of
a Man's Whole evolving Way of Love.

How does my Spirit here evolve?
How can I fly and fear resolve?
Like after-death experience,
Try project Art to be Love's dance.

To make it ever more a part
Of what my Spirit would impart
To those I love and have loved me,
To close the loop eternally.

For Wholeness is more than a word,
More than expressed, More than we heard
When we set out upon journey
Then free - to be or not to be.



"Light of Love" - Meaning to Me
by Loveson G. Flower
5 May 2008

Here we use the climatic, 8-minute part of 10 chapters of the 70-minute, animated Ballet, "Light of Love," completed in September, 2005 and given then to friends and family. Combined with the Heart Song, "a Ballet of Love Becoming," (7 June 2007) we attempt to express in a "whole" artistic way the meaning of the many months of creative work.

Music: last movemets from Henry the 5th Opera. Light algorithm: "Flurry" - Apple OSX screensaver. Animation: Loveson G. Flower.
English-French Translation by (Traduction anglais-français par) Google Translate

Loveson G. (Gabrielle) Flower (a Nom de “Bloom”)
is an anonymous author & artist whose:

Dream-Awake Spiritual Practice: 
Keep the Mind to the rhyme. Let the Heart do its part. 
So beyond either mode, the Soul shows the road. 

Life Purpose: 
Help free Spirits of fellow creatures & myself. See Beauty, others
& me. Reduce suffering. Help bring Light to Shadow & vice-versa. 

Life Plan: 
All is Welcome. Follow Light & Love.
Be a Team. Breathe. Forgive. Let Go.

Sunday, April 20, 2008

Love Cures

Dedicated to dear Pat who taught me what "friendship" really means.











Love Cures
by Loveson G. Flower
17 April 2008
Le Rendezvous, Sanary sur Mer
Music: "Reminiscence"
by Clara Ponty
Animation: "3D Ocean Sunset" Flash Screensaver
by http://sandiegoscreensavers.com - please visit for wonderful artistic screensavers

2nd Animation: OS X Recorded "Fireflies" Screensaver by Matt Perry. Music: Unknown








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Wednesday, March 5, 2008

"That I Would Be Good" by Alanis Morissette







"That I Would Be Good" by Alanis Morissette
Lyrics obtained from Azlyrics.com


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This song is presented because it touches my heart so dearly - I cannot but cry each time I hear it. It expresses what every hurt and wounded inner child wants and needs to hear... for healing, for accepting ourselves and others, and most of all for real and enduring Love.
- Loveson

Sunday, January 13, 2008

Buy Gold by Howard Katz

Poem
By Howard Katz


The time has come; it is our fate
To welcome in 2008.
This is the year, below I prove,
When gold mine stocks do make their move.

2005, year-end got hot.
Gold mining stocks moved up a lot.
And gold investors got their kicks
In first 4 months, 2006.

2007, things got warm.
A giant triangle did form.
On Labor Day, this is no joke,
Then out that triangle it broke.

As New Year's holiday comes neigh,
We find that gold is very high.
To tell you this it does behoove,
Gold mining stocks will make their move.

Cause word is out around the town.
The U.S. dollar's going down.
Just like the bad old days of yore,
Bernanke makes the people poor.

Important message of this poem:
You can't afford to own your home
Unless you're taking action bold
And buying mining stocks of gold.

Poem
By Howard Katz
from: www.thegoldbug.net
December, 2007

This poem by Mr. Katz is presented because we believe it artfully tells important truths of our economic state and future that are beyond my ability to express. -- LG Flower


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Sunday, January 6, 2008

Life Lived as One


If I would fall in love,
Would the sky be enough?
Would all the moon and stars
Bring Paul's sufficient care?

If living is an action,
What gift is my reaction?
To the darkness there
When too little care;

My hurt kids inside,
Too burnt to ever cry,
To feel all the pain,
Still realing from shame;

Do somehow object
To love's foul subjects.
Pointing out the flaws
Of new loves because

They are broken too.
Like awoken fool
Who now understands
The cruel unloved lands

That we all came from
When we sought the Sun.
But we found shadow;
Not abundance shown

Of the Light of Love
With night's darkness stuff.
Our trees were twisted
From being's blister.

And our shadow kids,
Even though they're hid,
Come on out to play
In own cruel, cute way.

When they see new threat
Like when were begot,
When they were then born
From our fear, forlorn.

What do we try to say?
Please Spirit cry today
And explain our Truth
Of Love's rain pursuit.

Is it still possible
To now feel lovable?
To then become as One
With friend, loved someone?

Do we've enough courage
To be love past the rage;
And hold on real tight
Through cold, killing fright?

Which brings the kids out.
Them singing with shouts,
Their songs of dispair
Of wrongs when love dared.

They feel like before,
Before killed in wars.
When became a corpse,
Shamed beyond remorse.

How can we all say yes?
Inner family of Paul bless
A new love affair,
And let in love there?

If we let all speak,
Won't ugly ones tweak
And destroy the hope
Of boy by being dope?

Please love's inspiration,
Don't tease by your Vision;
And not stay to make
A clear way to say

What the Light could be
If our Sight could See.
That the Love could grow
Enough to then know

That a man and wife
Understanding might
Really become Whole;
Feeling Loving's know.

And the practical
Differences shall
Soon be washed away
If we attach ways.

If would become Team
Which would let being
Have a greater goal
Than individual,

With Life lived as One,
A Wife and Husband,
No longer then two
Discordant songs fool;

With Love's resonance
and Love's loving dance;
Love's Music to hear;
Love's beauty to cheer.

To inspire more
The desire for
A world wonderful.
Where her Wonder's full.

Where she's so happy;
There's no need to be
Depressed from the pain
Of childhood's cruel shame.

Time to go and say
I'm whole enough today,
And I deserve to Love
Unreserved enough.

That bonfire burns
And inspire churns
Past the past darkness
To at last Love's bless.
Pulled by Love's witness,
Held each child confessed,
With no wild child's death.
Whole inner family's blessed.


Life Lived as One
by Loveson G. Flower
11:00 Sunday, 6 January 2008
Home in Artiller before lunch with Anne.
Starry Night painting by Vincent Van Gogh.






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Wednesday, January 2, 2008

Becoming Maggie



My little puppy, Maggie dear,
Can't seem to leave. She does stay here.
She doesn't die, although she's old.
I wonder why? She love's me so.

Is it because, she needs to see
That her loved Paul OK will be?
She must hold on to help him know
His love is strong, then she can go?

It makes me cry, this fantasy.
After she dies when I'm missing;
Have then I learned the Truth of Love,
Or be so burned no Truth's enough?

To lose someone who's so loyal,
Whose loving sum's beyond royal;
Does seem a cross I cannot bear;
A bitter loss nothing repairs.

Unless somehow I find within,
Her love is now my shining kin.
I become her to never lose -
Blended we are. No love refuse.

And I can then go on with life
Without my friend, through every strife;
Because she's here. She'll never leave.
Inside my tears. Inside my grief.

Inside my efforts to be whole.
I'll cry. I'll comfort those I know.
I'll be my Maggie every day.
My tail I'm wagging to then say:

You're worthy. Yes, really you are.
You're worth I'm feeling. You're a star.
You can shine bright like the Sun.
You are kind. My friend, become.

Become whatever your Spirit shows.
Become creator. Let it go.
Become the Love seen through my eyes.
Then I can run through heaven's skies.

I'll run and play with Jessie then.
We'll wait for day when you come friend.
But don't forget to live and love.
Please don't regret what life does shove.

We've had so much time together.
Grieving's sad touch, stormy weather;
Will pass away. The Spring will be
And you can play and be happy.

And I can rest forever more.
It's for the best. Let Spirits soar;
And fly away to memory.
All Life's someway ephemory.

It cannot last. We can't hold on.
With tears and laughs we must be strong.
And hold the little ones who hurt then.
Who're cold and bitter, feel deserted.

It's Love that really never dies.
Our bodies plastic are love's ties.
They last awhile like forest leafs
But then like smiles they have to leave.

Please let me go. Please find a way
To become Whole, to shine, to say;
To write our Love, for all to know.
Our Light of Love, Maggie-Paul showed.

It hasn't died. It's not over
Though I do lie in field clover.
It will exist forever more.
Please feel my kiss, my Love adored.
You will find bliss past Love's horror.
Please feel Mind-Body-Heart Love more.




Becoming Maggie
by Loveson G. Flower
3:00 PM Wednesday, 2 January 2008
Home in Artillier with Maggie at my side.
Photos taken at Chez René et Artlett and at Les Zeribas, Spring 2007




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Music: Wilhelm Richard Wagner's "Tannhauser" - Begluckt Darf Nun Dich (Pilgrims' Chorus) = Johannes Wildner; Slovak Radio Symphony Orchestra, Bratislava - A To Z Of Opera [Disc 2]

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Never, Never Seen


There seems to be a way, that I descend today,
Far into abyss, something is amiss.
Sold some of the gold, to be somewhat bold
So that I can spend, reasonable end.

But before it's sold, the ore that's named gold
Has fallen again. Striking panic then.
It's a reminder, of the real terror
In 2001, when lost those millions.

Had more than could spend. Was so secure then
Thought impossible, that losses could fall.
10+ Million gone, in a few months long
Now with 10%, I can pay my rent.

As I own my house, and don't spend like louse
Who is so needy, or awful greedy.
I live like peasant, with little presents
That I give myself, and live off the shelf.

But I need new clothes, and a few apples
To make my life go. To let the strife go.
My life Spiritual is like bitter pills,
That I must swallow - So to Trust, Allow.

I can say the words, but delay the cure
Of really to be, without fear / wanting.
I like to be free, financially;
And to stay at home, to play until some

New World does arrive. But can I survive
All this worrying, without curing me?
I lose confidence, of my Wonder's dance.
So I don't Heart Song. Don't do Art too long.

So all the problems, rob Paul's songs again.
And we return to where, were lost with no care.
Where Mom wasn't there. Couldn't listen here.
She didn't know how. Couldn't show love now.

Except in her way: distant with no play.
Just her presence there. Not extended care.
She was a child hurt. Parents never heard
Her expressions too. She never learned to

Listen to her kids or to herself then.
Wasn't possible to know losses pulled
From all of the pain when ignored in shame;
From the fear of more, tears and real horror.

So just the silence. No trust in Love's dance.
That could uncover, family lovers.
It is still the same. But it killed the game.
We can't e're connect. Cannot ever let

The others to know, what Love's missing so.
It is just my fault. Trust locked in a vault
With key thrown away. Can't loan anyway
For I've lost it all. It the cost and fall

Far from pedestal. When then little Paul
Was dad's big hero. The lad tried to go
Way over the hill, before we were killed.
To save family, especially me.

But no one could hear, past their own dark fears.
So they ran away. Soul's Way didn't play.
All our religion, was just word's undone;
In hypocrisy - to sock little me.

But my outer self with successes held
Before everyone, before was undone;
Were just masking all of the pain of Paul.
Who was crying out, with whispers and shouts

To family silent. Trying then to dent
The armor around all our silent clowns
That we kept out there, to keep stress under
The rude breaking point of Truth's earthquake boy.

Who always said too, much of his dead Truth.
Was unpopular. As we lost the war.
Until it was gone. Never any Song.
No real family. Killed by Never Seen.

Never Seen by them. Never Seen even
By near anyone. Couldn't clearly come
To a reckoning. Or Reconciling
To finally be some more family.

So in paradise, where I've finally died
Here in the Nature, where Beauty's so clear;
I find o'er again, Mind-Heart will not blend
As I keep away, weeping's grieving's way.

I hope to break out. Make the dope not cow.
To spiral upward, to more loving world.
But the Shadow knows what the lads oppose;
And it does demand Spirit come undamned.

So the water flows, after laughter goes.
And Maturity, comes to every
Part inside and out. Mind
-Body-Heart now
To find Unity. To shine completely.
Heart-Mind to really, find Loving in me.

Clown Family


Never, Never Seen
by Loveson G. Flower
in artillier at Les Zeribas
6:00 PM Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Photos fm: http://galpano.vision-360.net/data/media/5/V_3clowns.jpg
http://smileclowns.org-images-ca2cast.jpg

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Descend Into Dark


"Meantime we shall express our darker purpose."
-- King Lear - Act 1, Scene 1 by William Shakespeare


So we do descend, into dark then
Way below the Light, even though not night.
Is it depression? Surely regression
Far below our goals. War, we know, the foe.

It seems familiar, this depressing war
Where no one escapes. It is far too late.
For the bombs do fall. Horror, run, appall
Are our lone choices. Lonely tone voices.

Makes no difference. Our fate’s sent to us
By the falling bomb. By the waiting tomb.
We can only wait, for death’s lonely gate.
How fast will it come? Will it last undone?

Will it be real slow? Killing’s painful show
Tortured by the time, by the horror crime.
That stole Liberty, Freedom’s wholeness tree,
With her branches strong to support our songs.

But they’ve killed the roots, in greedy pursuits.
The trunk is falling. No one is holding.
Can’t be any leaves, fruits or flowering
Without all the rest. Without Freedom’s Quest.

When there’s no justice, then there is ‘just us.’
No rights in system, that insists Freedom
Isn’t worth the price. Where serfs are then diced
On the cutting block. Can’t let Love unlock

The huge potential, of the human hell
That wants to be free, mankind’s Liberty.
The real terrorists, aren’t the bitter kids
Who are throwing stones at huge tanks alone.

But the powerful, who use power well
To rain hate and fire, shameful fate inspired.
Bringing forth the dark, sing horrible parts
That must keep control. No trust in our Whole.

Is this now the end? Somehow cowed and bent
Like old Prufrock’s song. Not an explosion.
But with a whimper, living ends its world.
Fading in retreat. Way of Souls' defeat.

The old religions, who’ve stolen millions
Of their spiritual, loving potential;
Will they realize, their ways are such lies?
With the lust and pride finally must die?

And take us with you, in a way so cruel
That forever hell doesn’t repay well
All the damage done to man’s lost Freedom;
For his ignorance, from your “holy” dance.

That was but charade, to Love’s real parade.
From the real Wisdom that really transcends.
That is not a trick, something oh, so sick
Using mind control, to bind abused fold.

Freedom is to think; to become, to blink.
Not just stayed wide-eyed, cruelly hypnotised.
Sitting in the pew, letting “sin” be spewed
By the hate agent, to forsake Love sent

Then to each inside. When our loving cries
Are all bottled up by their call’s dogma
To trust only them. Not lone reasoning.
Trust but verify. Uncover the lies.

Follow only Truth, only Truth’s pursuit.
For our ignorance, is war’s only chance
Of then destroying, Freedom’s love soaring.
Mankind’s real nature: Loving, healing world.

Where we are allowed, every man and child
And each woman too, to be then a fool
But also to grow into adult Soul
With Wisdom’s discern, to real Wisdom learn;
Our Freedom to earn, not killed from Love burned.


Descend Into Dark
by Loveson G. Flower
Wednesday 6:00 AM June 13, 2006
Home in bed

Palestine boy photo from:
http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/8775/palestineboyvstankmx1.jpg
T-i-a-n-a-n-m-e-n S-q-u-a-r-e (C-e-n-s-o-r-e-d?) man photo:
http://bieniosek.com/gallery/albums/album15/t-i-a-n-a-n-m-e-n_tank_1.sized.jpg

Thursday, June 7, 2007

a Ballet of Love Becoming - un ballet de devenir d'amour

a Ballet of Love Becoming  
un ballet de devenir d'amour


I had an inspired idea that came
To advance to higher Love and aim:
To break the "Light of Love" apart.
For Love's sake. For Sight's sake. 
For Mind-Body-Heart.

The are 10 main chapters of our Love Ballet.
Each carefully arranged to show our Love's way.




As Gabrielle, our Spirit child, dances through
Past abandonment's hell, through dark night oh-too-cruel.


She first must face and hold all her Shadow,
And thrust the sword so bold with mirror's foe.
The Shadow has four directions in all:
The dark and bright; Horror and Wisdom's call.


And even after she has earned her wings,
Believing the chapter cruel is done burning,


The Shadow returns again and again.
A Spiral that churns light and darkness blend.


Then comes the becoming of Love and Light.
Sunflower Love dancing changing the night.
In transition from Candlelight into, 
She wins position to let Love's Light pull.


The dawn of Loving and Wholeness begins
Upon Loves dancing together as friends.
Anima, Animus; inner Lovers,
Hand in Hand each to bless one another.


Then in her last dance as dear Unity,
She extends advance past Shadow's fearsome be.
Wearing Shadow's armor and wings of gold,
She's dancing with Love's Light. Bring warm Love when cold.


She states our bold Purpose of Life to us all.
Don't wait then in cold woe from dying's cruel fall.
She directs our Symphony with Light and sword
To send Love's Wisdom See to help right Man's world.



After these 8 chapters in her body,
The "Light of Love" happens spiritually.
The Light is in our hands. It always was,
If Sight of Understanding Paul follows.


But even in the full Spiritual world,
The drama unfolds to let Spirit come hold.
The lonely Light almost does go away,
Dying in night where no energy stays.


But suddenly at the darkest moment,
Loved friends bring lonely Light their blessings sent.
So Light evolves and grows ever brighter.
Wisdom's Sight revolves in spiraling world.


Then with grand chorus the Climax arrives.
Light lives to show Man way Love never dies.
Energy rearranging yet again.
Synergy of changing. Letting Go. Friends.

Our bodies die. Our loved ones disappear.
But Love survives. Let go desire, fear.
Help is on the way. We're never alone.
Let Hell go away. Your Heaven is shown.


What we dream becomes our reality.
Love's Seeing can be Sun's (Son's?) eternity.
We are a part of Universal dance.
Mind-Body-Heart sent Love to cure, enhance.


In final chapter we must give credit
For ever after, for what loved friends did.
We stand on shoulders of those gone before.
Gabrielle with Love's Light doesn't need sword.
Understand Night of Death is not horror....

....And Life's a Ballet of Love Becoming more.


..
a Ballet of Love Becoming
by Loveson G. (Gabrielle) Flower
Thursday, 3:00 PM, 7 June 2007
in the car at the seashore, La Brusc, France

DVD cover art and 16 frames (from over 40,000 still frames) from "Light of Love - a ballet of Love Becoming" an animated, musical ballet by Loveson G. (Gabrielle) Flower published for friends and family in September, 2005.




Light of Love - a Ballet of Love Becoming 
by Loveson G. (Gabrielle) Flower



English-French Translation by (Traduction anglais-français par) Google Translate



Loveson G. (Gabrielle) Flower (a Nom de “Bloom”)
is an anonymous author & artist whose:

Dream-Awake Spiritual Practice: 
Keep the Mind to the rhyme. Let the Heart do its part. 
So beyond either mode, the Soul shows the road. 

Life Purpose: 
Help free Spirits of fellow creatures & myself. See Beauty, others
& me. Reduce suffering. Help bring Light to Shadow & vice-versa. 

Life Plan: 
All is Welcome. Follow Light & Love.
Be a Team. Breathe. Forgive. Let Go.


Love Will Never End


I'm at the Sea, with loved Maggie.
Where she went for a swim.
She still survives at 95
If dog years were human.

Their lives go fast, into the past.
Then are memory.
I'll have to cry, when my love dies,
When lonely for Maggie.

I am not sure that I'll endure
The loss of Maggie dear.
A world empty of her loving
Is a cost so (too?) dear.

I wish that I also would die
At the same moment.
A fitting end to quit with friend
And not stay lonely man.

Not suicide. That can't abide
With Life's Love Wisdom.
For that desire must sure require
Strife by wounded one.

Who wants to die. But it's a lie
To think that is all.
It's just one part. Not family's heart
Of inner family, Paul.

Need to Let Go. Let Bleed our Soul
From a wound so large.
But then to heal, then blend and kneel
Thankful we found Soul's charge.

Dear Maggie girl, you are my world
That's coming to an end.
Swim out to sea. Soon there I'll be
With Jessie and your friends.
Our Love will never end.


Love Will Never End
by Loveson G. Flower
Thursday, 2:00 PM 7 June 2007
in the car at the seashore, La Brusc

Tuesday, June 5, 2007

Poem By Howard Katz


Poem
By Howard Katz
The time has come; it is our fate
To welcome in 2008.
This is the year, below I prove,
When gold mine stocks do make their move.

2005, year-end got hot.
Gold mining stocks moved up a lot.
And gold investors got their kicks
In first 4 months, 2006.

2007, things got warm.
A giant triangle did form.
On Labor Day, this is no joke,
Then out that triangle it broke.

As New Year's holiday comes neigh,
We find that gold is very high.
To tell you this it does behoove,
Gold mining stocks will make their move.

Cause word is out around the town.
The U.S. dollar's going down.
Just like the bad old days of yore,
Bernanke makes the people poor.

Important message of this poem:
You can't afford to own your home
Unless you're taking action bold
And buying mining stocks of gold.

At turn of month, good things did bode,
And gold and silver did explode.
The candles showed a bozu day.
It was the very end of May.

When I looked at the XAU,
I knew exactly what to do.
The same result – get in and buy –
From looking at the HUI.

So all the bulls their muscles flex.
It’s showing in the GOX.
A double bozu on the chart
Doth show that we are very smart.

So gold bugs, gold bugs, shout hurray.
It started at the end of May,
Continued on the 1st of June
Upon the fullness of the moon.

And if you wanted more to see:
Explosion in the CRB.
The nicest thing I’ve ever seen,
With crude and wheat and coffee bean.

And over in financial pit
The bonds were falling (took a hit).
For when commodities are gay,
T-bonds will go the other way.

And Canook dollar (ain’t no jive)
Is closing in on 95.
Cause US dollar, you all know,
Is heading for an all-time low.

The Shanghai market (sakes alive)
Has just begun to take a dive.
SSEC (news just been sent)
Is down another 8%.

They’re whispering all over town
That Ben Bernanke wears a frown.
His job it is not to be nice
But keep a firm control of price.

So how come Ben you do not know
One can’t make wealth by printing dough?
And why do you manipulate
The level of the interest rate?

The BLS will tell you Ben
Crude prices rise beyond your ken.
These prices make their way of late
To goods in intermediate.

And finally prices passed on through
Consumer goods, from them to you.
And that is why you are a chump.
We all can see it at the pump.

Don’t blame the gougers; that’s not nice.
They are not causing rise in price.
The man to blame, we all know who,
That man to blame, that man is you.

Cause you’re the one who prints the dough,
And that is something we all know.
Yes, printing money’s very bad.
It makes the people very sad.

We all do know; you are the gent
Who doubles up the people’s rent.
So to protect myself, you see,
I load up with commodity.

Because my stocks have now been sold,
And I am sitting tight with gold.
When everything is done and said,
See who it is comes out ahead.

And if you folks would like to know
Just how to make a lot of dough.
Then visit thegoldbug.net,
And you will find you win your bet.

Soon stocks and bonds will both be down,
Commodities, the game in town.
And gold will soar. I tell you that’s
The honest truth,

From,
Howard Katz













Poem
By Howard Katz
from: www.thegoldbug.net and www.kitco.com
Jun 5 2007 9:25AM

This poem by Mr. Katz is presented because we believe it artfully tells important truths of our economic state and future that are beyond my ability to express. -- LG Flower
Photo from: www.usagold.com

Thursday, May 24, 2007

Rep. Ron Paul: Don't Do It Mr. President



Honorable Ron Paul of Texas before the U.S. House of Representatives on February 6, 2007.

Music: "President Man" by Steve Dore of www.inflationnation.us.

Come find out why so many are impressed with the honesty, integrity, and courage of Doctor Ron Paul. He stands for real American values, Constitutional government, sane fiscal and foreign affairs policies, and all the things we Americans grew up believing a peaceful and just America stood for; like the heroic, wise, courageous characters in a Norman Rockwell patriotic painting; or Jimmy Stewart's roles in "It's a Wonderful Life" and "Mr. Smith Goes to Washington." As a Medical Doctor for over 30 years, Dr. Ron Paul sees clearly and speaks straight without a normal politician's forked tongue. For me, Dr. Paul has the stature of a John Kennedy and of a founding father of our nation. Please investigate yourself and come join us when you can.

LG Flower not affiliated with Doctor Ron Paul's presidential campaign or with Steve Dore.


Rep. Ron Paul: Don't Do It Mr. President
by Loveson G. Flower
Published 24 May 2007. After email consultation with Steve Dore and many changes, published on YouTube after over 10 attempts on Google and YouTube.

Wednesday, May 9, 2007

Morning Light



It’s that magic time before warm sunshine;
Between night and day;
Before Sun wakes up, puts on her make-up
To shine Light this way.

The sky’s getting blue, letting "Why" shine through.
Not only the black
That hid everything, in Dark’s offering;
Lonely’s wisdom lack.

Soon the Light will shine in boon of daytime
With questions answered.
Inadequacies, vanquished with Love Sees
Giving wonder world.

So we continue to be Seeing true
Past the nightime of;
When we couldn’t know what we wouldn’t show
From the fright of Love.

The colors do change, the world’s rearranged
From the Morning Light.
The birdies do sing. They are announcing
Their joy from the sight.

Calling to their friends: “Wake-up everyone!
For the time is here
To our world improve, to soar in Love’s groove.
Sunshine’s fine and clear!”

The cold does recede. The woe when Love bleeds
To keep Heart alive;
Is now worth the cost. Loving wasn’t lost.
Heart weeping Art’s strive

To say all our Truth. No shallow, refused
Childish attitude;
That refused to see, that when our hearts bleed;
Love’s Wish finds her food.

To become more strong, even with the wrongs
And the suffering.
Like what Rumi said, “Break heart over and
Over so to bring

My heart now alive.” To start Loving Life,
Each and every part:
The worms in the grass, butterflies at last,
Who reach flowers’ Art.

To taste their nectar, and chase their care far
Over hill and dale.
In the glory of, flying’s soaring Love;
Lover’s Will to tell

By just their being, their trust in Seeing
And their being Seen.
For it’s obvious from their flying bliss;
Their care is being

Now announced to All. Up over the walls
Past the Night time’s curse
When then in cocoon, stuck then in the room
With no Light to cure.

While we gathered strength before Caring’s race
When we could break out;
To fly in the air, to shine all our Care,
Gloriously now.
Moving to Love show.
Singing. Dancing. Wow!


Morning Light
6:00 AM, Wednesday, May 9, 2007
home in bed
Photo by E.J. Peiter from the 500 Best Photos on the Internet

Tuesday, May 8, 2007

Let’s Be Light Today



If we’re disciplined, and we’re having fun,
We can find a way;
To do anything with our dance and sing:
Loveson’s Mind-Heart say.


And with Gabrielle, who moves colors well,
Dancing gracefully;
Making synthesis of Mister and Miss:
Perchance face holy.

Making videos and loved Heart Song poems
That do inspire:
Sculpting any face, any sex or race
To pull higher fire.

For that is our job, our duty to sob;
To cry all the tears;
To begin the flood, to be understood;
To fly with the Seers.

Who saw the real Light; past desire, fright
To help show the Way.
So that we’re not sheep, with Souls fast asleep:
Cruelly controlled day.

Express every Truth, confess scary too
And all Shadow dark.
So that in the end, past just defense sent;
Spirtual Know starts.

From the magic of; wander, wonder Love
With courage to seek;
If we don’t give up, if we Live enough:
Become Sage complete.

Staying humble still, so no Ego kills
With unhealthy pride.
For after pride calls, comes the night that falls.
Darkness killed the Light.

But must stay with sing, Unknowing’s Going,
So more plants can grow
Past just little seeds, to become loved Trees;
A forest of Know.

Not that Truth’s achieved, in foolish belief:
A new religion;
That does shut the eyes and ears with new lies:
Foolish contagion.

Is it possible, to comprehend All
Of what's been sent here?
And then synthesize, with earned Wisdom eyes
Love past desire, fear?

With Moments of Truth, not so alone to
Never dots connect
The whole tapestry, our Soul’s way to See.
No longer neglect

What knew all along, now pulled from our Songs
To the Light of Day.
To grow evermore, and sew Loving more
From what Sight did say.
Let’s be Light today.


Let’s Be Light Today
Tuesday May 9, 2007
6 AM home in bed
Photo from 500 Best Photos on the Internet