Frayed,
Tattered,
Faded,
Gutted,
Once glorious and shiny,
Bouncy and fun,
Now all pounced on and flattened.
Some pieces missing,
No longer enjoyed,
At the bottom of the pile
In a tomb known as a toy chest,
Where they linger
Until the next spring cleaning.
Image: Pixabay
Pardon my tardiness,
I wish you much happiness
O, dear Daddy.
So, please allow me to wish thee:
Happy Dude-Dad Day
Happy Doo-Da Day
Happy Pappy’s Day
Happy Father’s Day!
Image: Pixabay
Another terrorist shoot down
Receiving undeserved renown
For yet one more action of hate
Sealing innocent people’s fate.
One after another
Alone or with others,
They come and go as they please,
Festering like an incurable disease.
From San Bernardino
Now to Orlando,
Random, yet not random
Acts of doom.
No guaranty
Of any kind of security
Though such is the reality,
The more reason to seek solidarity.
They appeared as a gift or purchase,
One wonders if mostly done by impulse,
Too much stuff for not much purpose
Other than create a first-world surplus.
All take up space,
Always in my face
For use only once in a while,
Not enough to justify the pile.
Off they go,
Time to let them flow
To those who can use them
And would find each a gem.
At one time they were a good buy,
Now I have to fare them good-bye.
Energy I must muster
To help me declutter.
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.
Image by Maya
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.
[Italicized stanzas are excerpts from Prince’s song, Purple Rain]
4/21/16 — The last day of Prince’s reign
He who gave us Purple Rain
And other hits that will never wane
I never meant to cause you any sorrow
I never meant to cause you any pain
Pioneer, legend, icon, genius
He even had a name that’s a hieroglyph
As cryptic as what stole his last breath
Constant music in the making
He set the tone and style for the taking
He’s always real, no room for faking
Honey, I know, I know
I know times are changing
A milestone maker in many stages,
He had a soundtrack for all the ages
His harmony is stronger than any steel cages
He’s a master in rock and blues
An impact in culture and people of any hue
He’s a melody maven through and through
It’s time we all reach out
For something new, that means you too
Prince and the Revolution
Prince and the N.P.G./The New Power Generation
Prince, you were always a sensation
Only want to see you
In the purple rain
Image: Pixabay
Stand tall and stand your ground;
No reason to physically fight to win a round.
Use your will and head;
Assert yourself instead.
Calmly and constructively,
Build yourself and focus on your passion;
In time you’ll be out of this situation.
Disarm the bully with your charm,
Confuse the bully with a laugh,
Fear not the bully,
As the bully is just as human as you and me.
Also hurting, but showing it violently;
Bullies are formed from feelings of inferiority.
Don’t get sucked into their negativity.
If it calls to blow the whistle,
Do it because it proves your full control.
Be strong, be steady,
All is temporary.
Life is not stationary.
There will be highs and there will be lows,
Deafen your ears to those who offend,
Make yourself your true friend.
Never give up in your defense,
You will yet make a difference.
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?
Karina Pinella 
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