Recline in your favorite chair,
Grab a cold refreshment,
Remove the ‘honey-do’ list from your view,
Take the remote control,
Remember we love you always,
Every day and not just today,
Recognizing it’s Father’s Day!
Author: Karina Pinella
Narcosist (a 50-word story)
He crawls out of bed, sneaks a peak at the clock radio sitting on the nightstand by his side. Running his fingers through his stringy roots, he recalls the choice he made the night before. Instead of a lovefest with his woman, he opted to binge watch his addiction, Narcos.
Race Scarred
Age old beliefs of skin tone judging
Burrowed deep in values and teachings,
Inevitable repeating of past hurts and turmoil,
Leading tense situations to simmer, then boil.
Unity regarding skin deep beauty–
A fantasy outweighed by hate and cruelty.
Time to think differently,
And commit to true harmony,
Start with empathy,
Listen and learn continuously.
Look beyond the surface,
To realize healing and peace.
A ‘Nuff Said Series: The First Surge
Part 1: Pandemic
“Unh . . . ”
Part 2: Pandemonium
“Mwahaha . . .”
Part 3: Panacea
“Ah . . .”
Images: Pixabay
Pry, Mates
Cheers to the class of 2020 graduates,
From recipients of high school diplomas to doctorates,
Time to celebrate
The arrival of your commencement date.
Look forward to navigate
The paths you will create,
Finding ways to innovate,
As well as illuminate.
Pry, mates, and maintain your curiosity
To negate stagnation and ennui.
Be yourself instead of a wannabee.
Stamp your own legacy.
Hone your flexibility
To always have the ability
To exercise humility
And apply learned lessons with agility.
[Dedicated to Trevlan – Man for Others]
Sole Mate
Image: Pixabay
Lots of laughs and fun,
Parading around the house,
Me, myself, and I.
A party of one,
Perfect companion,
Who could ask for more?
Mothered’s Day
To all those who mothered,
Whether yours or theirs,
Whether for years or months,
You were still there,
And that you gave your motherly touch
Is all that matters.
Happy Mother’s Day!
Inmate
Image: Pixabay
The wait continues
With indefinite end date,
Sentenced to sameness.
Fifth of May 2020
It’s Cinco de Mayo,
Remember the margarita,
Or, is it the Alamo*?
Let’s do the cha cha cha,
Then serve the mojito
And tortilla chips and salsa;
Soon, we can go
And break open the piñata,
Via Zoom, Skype, or Zoho.
Images from Pixabay
*Cinco de Mayo is the Anniversary of the Battle of Puebla; to read more about it: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cinco_de_Mayo
Purgatory
Image by PIxabay
No crowding allowed,
No parties, concerts, or games,
To flatten the curve.
Damned to inertia,
Waiting for life to happen,
Can’t do the limbo.
Karina Pinella 
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