K. Pinella’s poems
The tea set sits neglected due to the protracted absence of guests at a posh residence, where visitors today are rare. No one dares to visit for word that it houses the ghost of a once-famous TV host known to serve tea during the wee hours between 1:00 and 3:00 AM, leaving a sensation of chill and sorrow in the air. Only empty cups, unfilled for the unfulfilled.
Burning, yet chilly
Personal global warming
Tsunami within.
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O, how now,
What do I see before the mirror?
Last week there was only one.
Today, three?
Out, out, damn spots, out I say!
No Shakespeare, I,
But damn if I allow these spots to stay;
Alas, the sun’s beam has seared my skin.
Now I must cover up
Before they multiply and prosper.
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Sleep, sleep, little angel,
Let Mama’s tender hands
And Papa’s gentle song
Lull you to the
Land of Sweet Dreams,
Where you can play
With Wynken, Blynken, and Nod
Sail a while with the three
Until you find yourself back
In your little cradle,
All rested and ready for
Another day of play.
Bring on your “A” game
Reach inside yourself
Aim for the stars
Never say “never”
Connect with others,
Have a good heart.
Open your mind
Unleash your abilities,
Trust them to blossom like never before.
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Rewind history
But only for the good times
Relish in slo-mo
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Creek water reddened
Slip of the tongue did her in
A crime of passion.
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To commemorate
Start of a revolution
In Mass Bay and Maine
Colonists prevailed
1775
Civic holiday
Boston Marathon
Liberty struggle symbol
A celebration
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Strolling down the street,
Looking dapper and well fed,
Smug with no cares,
You have food and a warm bed.
No hassle, no bill collectors.
Being a pampered cat can’t be beat.
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Fast forward my life
Go to when the glass shoe fits
Skip all the sad parts.
Karina Pinella 
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