Image: Joyful Graphics
Get ready for change
Three days before the New Year
Do you have your beer?
New Beer
poetry
Christmas Gotta Go On
[Note: I know we’ve got no singing talent,
But our desire to extend Christmas merriment
Overrides any shame and embarrassment.
Thanks to Cabana Boy’s help with music and lyrics,
This quasi-rap song is performed by yours truly
And some rapper wannabees.
Our amateur audio performance moniker:
Two Foxy Chicks and a Hot Cougar]
Christmas Gotta Go On
Say what, whut
But . . . but . . .
Christmas can’t be over!
I’m not done wearing my ugly sweater
Christmas, man, is so much better
No, no, it’s gotta go on,
Lay off that tree, you moron!
Christmas ain’t done just yet,
I’se still waitin’ for my choo choo set.
Yo, Santa, you dissin’ me here,
Where be my Christmas cheer?
I been drinkin’ my nog and Jack,
Yo, Santa, you dissin’ my shack.
Say what, whut
I hear da ringin’
Santa, Santa, what you bringin’?
Don’t you worry, I’se ready to snooze,
I’ll leave out cookies, apple pie, and booze.
A Wondrous Day
Caroling outside,
Cheers of joy heard from inside,
Sounds of Christmas Day.
Merry Christmas!
Tinsel Times
Image: Pixabay
Life of the party,
Chugging drinks repeatedly;
Getting touchy-feely,
Much too flirty.
Borders blurred,
Speech sounds slurred,
Calling his boss a turd
And a colleague a nerd.
He falls on his nose;
His face glows,
Red as a rose,
“This office party blows!”
Slinking away with a sway,
Such a slow getaway,
Keeping everyone at bay,
Tomorrow he’ll call in sick for the day.
Controversial
Image: Pixabay
Started out as jovial
Then turned adversarial,
Out came a pistol
All for a crystal . . .
Meth.
Hope Springs Internal
Seek joy from within
Whisper words of gratitude,
Break open a smile.
Widen to a laugh
Butterfly effect inside,
Quickly taking wing.
Burst of hope erupts
Feel the tingle of lightness,
Weight of despair gone.
Happy and Thankful
Image by Hymn
I’m Tess the turkey
I fled the scene by sheer luck,
Their “feast” is over.
I can breathe easy
Another year to live well,
I count my blessings.
With my three friends here
We will party like crazy,
Gobble, gobble, all!
Happy Thanksgiving
Demon Eyes
Join the express to the dark side of your mind . . .
Window to abyss
Visions of depravity,
Blinding evilness.
(Karina Pinella)
You cannot see me.
Burning perpetual stare.
I don’t need to blink.
(FlyTrapMan)
Look into my soul.
See the dark; it fills a hole.
Emptiness that’s full.
(Poet Rummager)
Adjust my glasses
and really see the true you.
Easy with no skin.
(Words and Feathers)
Visions in the dark.
You can never be certain —
that something is there.
(FlyTrapMan)
Windows to your soul.
The demon lurks in blackness—
blinding me with fear.
(Poetry Is My Aeroplane)
Slice the chosen one.
His blood runs until it’s done.
Come, let’s watch him bleed.
(Twisted Roads Of Madness)
Tearing you apart
Slowly, bit by bit, I ate
The heart you once owned.
(michnavs)
Conjoined Haiku Train Collaboration
Karina Pinella
FlyTrapMan
Poet Rummager
Words and Feathers
Poetry Is My Aeroplane
Twisted Roads Of Madness
michnavs
Don’t just stand there—Hop on board!
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Scents and Incensedsibility
Image: Pixabay
I sense something afoot;
I scent a deadly toot,
That threatens to pollute.
You ate that massive bean burrito
Chased it with a glass of mojito,
So stop playing incognito.
No worries though;
I’ll clear the air flow,
By politely asking you to go.
Over the Moon
Image: Pixabay
Jewel in the sky
Against the velvet of night,
Beauteous full moon.
Under light so bright,
The madness of a full moon
Makes fools fall in love.
It’s a supermoon
11/13/16
Through tomorrow morn.
Karina Pinella 
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