Who will remember you?

It’s poetry month which means try to be a poet.

Does it mean Poe try! I’m good but not like Edgar Allen Poe. Has anyone ever read his life history? He lost his parents, his wife and his jobs. He barely made it writing and then died.

I wonder who will remember us from our writing. The great thing is we are sharing our gifts with the world. We will never be forgotten for we made an etch in this world with our words.

I share with you one of my first poems written in 2nd grade. The year was 1976.

I like my car for it takes me very far. I hop in it and go after pumping gas from either Getty or Texaco.

Yup that was a long time ago. I am grateful to my teacher Miss Pepe for giving me the assignment of writing a poem. What was your first poem? How old were you? Thank you again for reading my blog.

Guady G Hugs from Brooklyn

Oh, I can fly!


Why does my journey to the pinnacle have the cynics and the narcissists aiming to maim me and leave me on a gurney?

I know they think I will give up or just die but I am no longer that hopeless caterpillar for now I am an optimistic butterfly!

With all my love
Guady G

I send you hugs from Brooklyn.

A Wasted Life


Every time I think life is unfair, I stop and think about 911 and those departed due to Covid-19. I think of those that were never given a chance at life. I get flooded with thoughts of babies dying, cancer thriving and then I think of you.

It isn’t fair that you don’t give a damn. You get to boast about the damages you have done. You get to laugh at the pain you have inflicted on others. You are unjust. You have no soul. You are just rotten at your core. It is you that shouldn’t be walking on this earth anymore!

I am upset but I know that the universe has plans for you. You may have a foot on the head of the lesser man today but tomorrow is another day. You just wait.

Karma is waiting for you. So keep on laughing you little foolish man cause you just don’t have a clue.

Thank you for reading my darlings. Woke up a tad bit bothered but now it’s gone. Don’t you just love writing? It’s therapeutic and liberating.

With much love Guady G

The Soul


They can take my money
They can take my clothes
They can even take my job

But one thing they can never ever have is my soul

I and only I control that!

Remember that the universe doesn’t forget. Karma oh karma

With Love
Guady G

Please share with everyone you know to uplift them. Sending positive vibes to all.