K. Pinella’s poems
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A 6 by 8 compartment,
Surrounded by cement,
Every waking hour a lament,
Along with piss and excrement.
Day in, day out;
No sense of what’s about,
Only constant self-doubt
And gradual fade-out.
A seeming endless descent
Spiraling like a coiled serpent
Filled with malcontent,
Doing time in solitary confinement.
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Yours, mine, ours,
Or theirs?
Too many sets of kin—
One from Stetson,
Another from Berlin.
But, what about Aunt Lynn?
Is she mine or yours?
Neither,
Just a freeloading stranger.
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Rich red wine
From the very best vine.
Drink and dine, drink and dine.
Later together me and you
Zip right through
This long powdery line.
Marking
The beginning
Of our decline.
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Feeling young
And carefree,
Air blowing hair
As I’m cruising,
Suddenly horns are honking,
Now feeling eighty
For going barely thirty
On I-65 toward Indy.
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Woulda
Coulda
Shoulda
Been either
A mover or shaker.
Instead
Settled
Disgruntled
Became neither
Just a lost dreamer.
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Jack is nimble,
Small as a thimble,
Just like his friend Tom,
Whose last name goes by Thumb.
Raining cats and dog,
Better than warts and hogs.
Though rain won’t go away,
Thinking of Rebecca’s sunny day.
Still with hundreds of kids
All crammed in a Keds,
That old woman makes enough soup
To last until they droop.
He goes by Rumpelstiltskin
With such an evil grin,
He’s known to be mischievous
And can be so devious.
Tales so wondrous,
Fond memories
Of my friends,
Invisibles and pretends.
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Once a dazzler,
Called a stunner.
Years later,
Just a wheezer,
Waiting for the reaper.
Frigidly fringed eaves
Nature’s ready-made dagger,
Straightened iced sickle.
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O Valentine mine,
You pursue like a cheetah;
Treat me not as prey.
Another wonderful collaboration with Poet Rummager:
Photo by Vinicius Sgarbe of freeimages.com
Karina Pinella 
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