Sweetest spot of the week,
Akin to reaching Mt. Everest’s peak,
The day to kickstart the wind down,
Easing the daily grind and work frown,
Anticipating two days of leisure,
Respite from deadlines and pressure,
Whichever day of the week that day may be,
Friday is what I dub thee.
That day has come to mean
The beginning of the beguine*.
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Boléro (Ravel) – André Rieu:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LwLABSm0yYc
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The wait continues
With indefinite end date,
Sentenced to sameness.
Surreal acceptance,
Time no longer the essence,
Only your presence.
As the fire burns,
Cures have diminished returns;
Reserve your concerns,
There’s no stopping me
From claiming eternity
Once my soul is free.
A world upside down,
Like a bad whirlwind romance;
Twisters can do that.
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Life got to me —
So did rainy days and Mondays,
That’s why I’m now weaving baskets.
Just for a spell,
Until I can think of a story.
Then, I’ll call myself a story weaver.
I want to tell you a tale
About what happened in Dubai.
One night after drinking ale,
I ran over this tall guy.
He had a long, forked tail
That he stuck into my eye.
Then he dragged me down to hell,
Where I stayed in a hot and smelly cell.
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O Valentine mine,
You pursue like a cheetah;
Treat me not as prey.
Don’t stray; stick to my dick.
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Silent eavesdropper
Secret life of a flower
A natural spy.
I couldn’t believe
He told me to leave;
This nice gnome
From his cozy home.
Me, his roommate
Since 2008.
Why the boot?
I’m just an old coot?
My space is a hole
Not even much for a vole
I’m a plain pushover,
I only eat your leftover.
I will admit
For longer than a bit,
I’ve been filling up your studio
I never thought I’d outgrow
But why couldn’t you be a diplomat,
And not simply call me a FAT RAT?
Karina Pinella 
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