K. Pinella’s poems
Falls Testimony
Never ending gush—
I love this Seattle site,
So open and green.
A Falls Witness
Through no fault of mine,
Proud to be a falls witness,
Understand my awe.
Falls Memory
I remember now,
As a Snoqualmie* native,
I’m a waterfall.
*Taken in Snoqualmie, WA, while I visited Seattle last week.
It is a given —
A baby takes all you give,
And gives you back joy.
Image: Pixabay
Loaded and ready to go,
Appeared to have a good start,
Then flashed a code E3,
Thus began my woe;
The washer required a $600 part
Plus labor expenses charged hourly.
Instead of wasting my dough,
I took an old go-cart,
Piled in all my dirty laundry,
Like a furious bat,
I raced to the local laundromat,
STAT . . .
I’ll be parked here for a while,
Feeling like I’m in exile,
Until there’s no more unwashed pile.
Image: Pixabay
The bash is a smash,
So much laughter and banter,
Endless libation and flirtation.
Ghouls gone wild . . .
Dracula dares to juggle for muggles,
While the mummy enjoys stuffing his tummy,
Leaving Frankenstein alone to zip through a line.
Ghouls gone wild. . .
There’s Michael Myers bragging his blade is sharper than Freddy Krueger’s,
Off in a corner is Pinhead trying to hook up with the walking dead,
And here’s Chucky who’s nobody’s doll and way too ugly for the cabinet of Dr. Caligari.
Today’s Halloween, when ghouls gone wild.
Backdrop image: Pixabay
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.
Illustration by Poet Rummager
Photograph by Otto von Münchow
Image: Pixabay
Sweet, cozy, and warm
Better than a catacomb
Swimming in nectar.
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.
