Six Haiku Poems: Thou Shalt Not Steal

September 13, 2018September 13, 2018 / Karina Pinella / 9 Comments

Another fine collaboration with my blogger friend, Rose, the Poet Rummager. This is a reminder of what not to do when you see a neighbor’s fruitful tree.

Poet Rummager

Illustration by Poet Rummager

I grabbed the apple.
From the neighbor’s tree, it hung-
too ripe to ignore.

I see you there, thief.
Mr. Jones’ silhouette flinched.
He grasped his cane tight.

En av brødrene til Miguel Nuñez slapper av hjemme hos seg selv Photograph by Otto von Münchow

Oh, this juicy treat!
Where can I conceal my sin?
My mouth whispered, Here.

Parted my mouth wide
with tongue wrapped around the orb.
The snake in me cheered.

Slid down my throat whole –
enlarged my Adams Apple.
Damn that Granny Smith.

I heard my skull crack.
Mr. Jones wiped his cane clean.
No more stealing fruits!

Haiku poems by Karina Pinella and Poet Rummager

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Honey Womb

August 23, 2018August 22, 2018 / Karina Pinella / 11 Comments

Image: Pixabay

Sweet, cozy, and warm
Better than a catacomb
Swimming in nectar.

Crapper John

August 1, 2018July 31, 2018 / Karina Pinella / 7 Comments

Inspired by various events

When sh-t happens,
Crap hits the fan;
No ifs, ands, or buts left unsoiled.

Hell breaks loose,
Time is squandered;
Stress levels up the wazoo.

Comfort comes at a premium,
Think Charmin vs. a generic product;
The john the only source of solace.

Downpour

July 24, 2018July 23, 2018 / Karina Pinella / 10 Comments

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Wind lashed like the claws of a cat,

Rain poured without regard for the dead,

Bodies six feet under surfaced and floated,

Ancient ones were decayed,

The recently buried seemed freshly bloated,

So marks the beginning of monsoon season.

Horsing around with Charley

July 18, 2018July 17, 2018 / Karina Pinella / 3 Comments

What a spaz,
Like an escapee from Alcatraz,
Wreaking havoc,
Going manic,
Twisting muscles,
Making me call out, ‘uncle,’

Cramping my style,
While raising my bile,
That Charley horsing around again,
What a pain!

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Thirst

July 12, 2018July 11, 2018 / Karina Pinella / 16 Comments

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Parched throat like stale toast,
Mistaken for a raisin,
She’s a rag wrung dry.

Poetic Just Us (An encore)

July 6, 2018July 6, 2018 / Karina Pinella / 9 Comments

(5^th and last of a mini-series of taking poetic license)

Three players on the sidewalk,
Watching passersby and listen to their talk;
That’s just us.

Together we used to make music;
We were quite therapeutic;
That was just us.

We played rock, funk, and blues;
Now we never make the news;
That’s just us.

We’ve been put out to pasture,
Open to any snatcher;
That’s just us.

You may also want to read the rest of the series:
1st
2nd
3rd
4th

Karina Pinella

Writing the Wrong, Right, and Ridiculous

Poetry – haikus, free verse

Six Haiku Poems: Thou Shalt Not Steal

I grabbed the apple.
From the neighbor’s tree, it hung-
too ripe to ignore.

I see you there, thief.
Mr. Jones’ silhouette flinched.
He grasped his cane tight.

Oh, this juicy treat!
Where can I conceal my sin?
My mouth whispered, Here.

Parted my mouth wide
with tongue wrapped around the orb.
The snake in me cheered.

Slid down my throat whole –
enlarged my Adams Apple.
Damn that Granny Smith.

I heard my skull crack.
Mr. Jones wiped his cane clean.
No more stealing fruits!

Haiku poems by Karina Pinella and Poet Rummager

!!! Click HERE to visit and follow Karina’s blog !!!

!!! Click HERE to visit and follow Otto’s blog !!!

Karina Pinella has an extraordinary short story published in this anthology…

Honey Womb

Crapper John

Downpour

Horsing around with Charley

Thirst

Poetic Just Us (An encore)

I grabbed the apple. From the neighbor’s tree, it hung- too ripe to ignore.

I see you there, thief. Mr. Jones’ silhouette flinched. He grasped his cane tight.

Oh, this juicy treat! Where can I conceal my sin? My mouth whispered, Here.

Parted my mouth wide with tongue wrapped around the orb. The snake in me cheered.

Slid down my throat whole – enlarged my Adams Apple. Damn that Granny Smith.

I heard my skull crack. Mr. Jones wiped his cane clean.No more stealing fruits!

Haiku poems by Karina Pinella and Poet Rummager

Karina Pinella has an extraordinary short story published in this anthology…

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I grabbed the apple.
From the neighbor’s tree, it hung-
too ripe to ignore.

I see you there, thief.
Mr. Jones’ silhouette flinched.
He grasped his cane tight.

Oh, this juicy treat!
Where can I conceal my sin?
My mouth whispered, Here.

Parted my mouth wide
with tongue wrapped around the orb.
The snake in me cheered.

Slid down my throat whole –
enlarged my Adams Apple.
Damn that Granny Smith.

I heard my skull crack.
Mr. Jones wiped his cane clean.
No more stealing fruits!