Lovin’ doin’ nothin’,
Just workin’ on sayin’ “Boo”
While chillin’ with Bone Head,
Waitin’ to go trick or treatin’
With our skeleton crew.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN
rhyming poem
Cow Cuddle
Cry you a puddle,
Limited human huddle,
So you cow cuddle.
It’s the next be(a)st thing,
Temporary bovine fling,
Right for Covid spring.
Lovers’ Lane
Not always a straight path,
Sometimes the road forks as an aftermath,
Two different ways to go inevitably,
Either together or separately,
But memories will linger,
Some remaining forever,
Maybe even changing over time,
With thoughts becoming more sublime,
Until fondness wins over pain,
While walking down Lovers’ Lane.
Forever Friday
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*.
Source: dictionary.com
Boléro (Ravel) – André Rieu:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LwLABSm0yYc
Spread the Thanks
Plates, silverware, and glassware shining bright,
Table all set, but no one to invite
To prevent a Covid-19 super spreader event,
Though feeling much discontent.
No great expectations this year;
Just a simple meal and tall glass of beer.
Side benefits to self-imposed quarantining —
Not doing massive cooking and cleaning.
Though most grateful to have technology
To spread my wishes and apology:
Sorry to say from miles away,
Have a Happy Thanksgiving Day!
Pry, Mates
Cheers to the class of 2020 graduates,
From recipients of high school diplomas to doctorates,
Time to celebrate
The arrival of your commencement date.
Look forward to navigate
The paths you will create,
Finding ways to innovate,
As well as illuminate.
Pry, mates, and maintain your curiosity
To negate stagnation and ennui.
Be yourself instead of a wannabee.
Stamp your own legacy.
Hone your flexibility
To always have the ability
To exercise humility
And apply learned lessons with agility.
[Dedicated to Trevlan – Man for Others]
State of the Union
A nation divided,
With leadership derided,
Rivaling factions
On a tangent of distractions.
The media giving them fuel,
Focusing on the drivel,
Congress continues to show inaction,
Amidst a circus of tawdry attractions.
The state of the union
Is like cutting an onion —
Makes you weep.
Long Trek Home
I lost my way,
So I ran away,
Ventured too far,
Got in a stranger’s car.
Through my folly,
I’ll never see my family,
If only I can backtrack,
But the dead can’t come back.
A Ferry Tale: Snoozing Cuties
Terror of the sea,
Running around the ferry,
Ripping through the aisles with glee,
Screaming like a banshee.
A little old lady,
Smiling kindly,
Offers him a chunky chocolate cookie,
He sits to munch silently.
Shortly, he joins his sister, Lily,
Who is napping already.
With eyelids fluttering softly,
He snoozes eventually.
Seafood Crawl
Started with a lobster roll crave,
Then thoughts of calamari rings became grave,
Followed by dreams of clam chowder, a life-long fave.
So I planned a seafood crawl,
Like a fisherman going out to trawl,
Looking forward to eating the haul.
As a glimpse to my obsession,
Behold this presentation
Of my maritime preoccupation.
(left upper corner: clam strip roll with onion rings and fries; left bottom corner: fried calamari; from upper right corner to lower right corner: lobster roll, haddock scampi, clam chowder)
Karina Pinella 
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