Poetry – haikus, free verse

K. Pinella’s poems

Escapee

/ Karina Pinella / 11 Comments

I escaped the confines of Hairific
For I never got a chance to tell my story.
I think I deserve my fair share of sympathy.
My hair is reedy and flat;
You could say a close cousin to a doormat.
Searching for the right mousse is always a quest.
So hard to look my best.

So – do I get a groaner?

What If . . .

/ Karina Pinella / 13 Comments

theory of a beautiful life

. . . you stop worrying,
complaining,
raging,
self-loathing,
self-pitying,

the world would be . . .
. . . better.

Simplicity without complicity,
Go for felicity,

Roll with what you can’t control,
Do your best at your own behest,

then life would be . . .
. . . bearable,
sensible,

Even beautiful.

Wednesday Weep

/ Karina Pinella / 6 Comments
Tuesday terror

Image: Pixabay

Another day to memorialize
Tuesday 3/22/16
Acts of terror to desensitize.

An attack to all humanity
In the heart of Brussels,
Taking more lives again, senselessly.

When will it end?

Strike one, two, three,
Explosions in the airport and the metro station;
ISIS claims responsibility reprehensibility.

Nowhere to run from this hell storm,
Safety anywhere fast becoming a rarity,
Threats all over the world the new norm.

What will make it end?

While politicians rant,
And terrorists continue to rave.
We’re left to do the mourning chant:

How will it end?