(5th 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
(2nd of a mini-series of taking poetic license)
We had rollicking times,
We got away with all kinds of crimes
Because it was just us.
We had our share of ups and downs,
Though we managed to bury our frowns
Because It was just us.
But the bad days would multiply,
And we just wanted to cry
Because it was just us.
We became so unhappy,
We went through years of therapy
Because it was just us.
I woke from my repression,
Which lifted the depression,
And realized my true identity;
It was just me.
My subconsciousness
Had made up just us.
Image: Pixabay
(1st of a mini-series of taking poetic license)
I made a decision.
Stop with the inquisition.
It just is.
My mind is made,
Nothing more to be weighed.
It just is.
Simply admire the gloss,
And accept that I’m my own boss.
It just is.
There’s no age limit
To getting a mullet.
So get used to it.
Image: Pixabay
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2nd of the mini-series
3rd of the mini-series
4th of the mini-series
5th and last of the mini-series
Part 1 of 3
My family and I had our own mini-celebration just a week before Major League Baseball’s Opening Day on March 29th. We went for a brief visit to Florida, where we stayed with friends and, among other things, went boating in Kissimmee, bopped around in Orlando, and enjoyed the beaches and downtown sites of historic St. Augustine. This was our way of welcoming the new season with faces turned to the sun and arms open wide to embrace the warm weather (even though we experienced two more nor’easters upon our return home). Not to be deterred, our recent memories of good times mixed with sunny days and beautiful evenings will be presented here and in the next two posts. It’s just a reminder for those up north that spring will soon feel like spring!
Kiss-a-me, Why Don’t Ye?
Water-sprayed hair,
Laughter fills the air,
As old friends toast,
Listening to Margaritaville
And other oldies from the ‘70s,
Eighties, and 90s,
O, Sun, kiss-a-me,
Why don’t ye?
Part 2
Part 3
Image: Pixabay
Brother-in-arms
Greeted with open arms,
Briefly disarmed
By disarming the ones you love.
But nighttime sounds of armaments
Break through the arms of Morpheus;
Can’t keep the memories of war
At arm’s length.
Thank you for your service*
And how you brought us peace,
Shouldn’t we do more
To help pick up your pieces?
*Title of a thought-provoking movie, which is inspired by true events. The film follows four soldiers returning home from Iraq and their struggles in trying to settle back into civilian life. Main cast: Miles Teller, Amy Schumer, Haley Bennett, Scott Haze, and Beulah Koale
Image: Pixabay
Wait a second,
Got a minute?
Back in an hour,
Give me a day,
Squeeze me in?
I promise not to take too much time,
But if I do . . .
It’s not like I committed a crime.
Image: Pixabay
Hide well that tonic and gin,
Aim your toenail clippings into the bin;
Just another Monday mourning,
Before the day’s over, I’ll be snoring.
Like shiny, white pearls,
Ensconced in firm, pink pillows;
She always smiles
To show off her dentures.
[Day 7 in Tomar]
Once headquartered in Tomar,
The Order of the Knights Templar
Overcame Islamic domination in Portugal;
They were rewarded the castles of Almourol,
Monsanto, and Pombal.
Faced with perceived heresy,
And political upheaval,
The once mighty warrior monks’
Reputation and status were all laid lower
When the jealous King of France
Persuaded the Pope to destroy the Order.
In case you missed . . .
Day 1
Day 2
Day 3
Day 4
Day 5
Day 6
Karina Pinella 
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