K. Pinella’s thoughts
Due to current events
Regarding tyrannous actions
From those of Putin,
One can wish he meets the same fate as Rasputin,
With the help of an assassin;
Makes for a good plot for a spin
That becomes a bestselling nonfiction.
Couldn’t help for this piece to take a sinister turn;
Too much blood has been shed in Ukraine as it burns.
History ignored once again.
Adapted from Cabana Boy Q’s 2021 X-mas Song
Tasked
To be masked
And get vaxxed.
Patience tested,
Feeling stressed
To avoid areas congested.
What a pain,
But a shame
To complain.
For this one day
Best to pray
With only good things to say.
The end of year
Is near,
So with a big cheer –
Merry Christmas to all,
Have a grand ball!
Adapted from a song of the same title written by Cabana Boy Q as a tribute to our dear nephew, who passed too soon at age 23.
Good-bye, my son,
Farewell, my child;
We parted ways too soon.
You graced your way into our lives,
Reveled and rebelled and rumbled,
At once gloriously, odiously, and tremendously.
Together our families gathered annually,
During the Christmas holidays mostly.
But there were family reunions occasionally.
Ciao, my son,
Adios, my child,
So many ways to say adieu.
The void is still unreal, surreal,
Unwanted legacy of lingering longing
For the sound and sight of your liveliness.
Too many losses in such a short span;
This is one story that can’t be spun
To end with you still being around.
Good night, my son,
Peace out, my child;
I’m left with a blistered heart.
Gift from Dillon who crafted it when he was in grade school
Lovin’ doin’ nothin’,
Just workin’ on sayin’ “Boo”
While chillin’ with Bone Head,
Waitin’ to go trick or treatin’
With our skeleton crew.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN
Every year goes by,
Period of reflection,
Culminates in peace.
Cry you a puddle,
Limited human huddle,
So you cow cuddle.
It’s the next be(a)st thing,
Temporary bovine fling,
Right for Covid spring.
Grade A worthy,
Nourishing,
Liberating,
Dignifying:
Respect
“We must learn to live together as brothers or perish together as fools.”
— Martin Luther King Jr.
Image: C Mac
Adieu, 2020,
Farewell, good-bye,
Good riddance to you!
Bienvenido, 2021,
Be kind, be well,
Make us love you . . .
[Listen to the brief but uplifting song below by Cabana Boy Q.]
Lyrics to X’mas 2020 (the song above):
Surreal
Not so real
Pictures from a reel
This year’s Holiday feel.
Plates, silverware, and glassware shining bright,
Table all set, but no one to invite
To prevent a Covid-19 super spreader event,
Though feeling much discontent.
No great expectations this year;
Just a simple meal and tall glass of beer.
Side benefits to self-imposed quarantining —
Not doing massive cooking and cleaning.
Though most grateful to have technology
To spread my wishes and apology:
Sorry to say from miles away,
Have a Happy Thanksgiving Day!
Karina Pinella 
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