Code E3 — Stat

Loaded and ready to go,
Appeared to have a good start,
Then flashed a code E3,

Thus began my woe;
The washer required a $600 part
Plus labor expenses charged hourly.

Instead of wasting my dough,
I took an old go-cart,
Piled in all my dirty laundry,

Like a furious bat,
I raced to the local laundromat,
STAT . . .

I’ll be parked here for a while,
Feeling like I’m in exile,
Until there’s no more unwashed pile.

Image: Pixabay

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More than 7th Heaven: Mt. Titlis, Switzerland

Home base: Lucerne

From Lucerne to Engelberg by train,
Seeking the heavens once again.
Xpress cable car carried us part of the way,
To board the Titlis Rotair gondola for a panoramic display
Of the grandness of Mt. Titlis,
Leaving us breathless.

Once reaching Mt. Titlis summit at 10,000 feet,
We can see how the sky’s the limit, a visual treat.
Next challenge was the Cliff Walk
On a suspended bridge that made us almost balk.
But we braved through the span in spite of the cold wave,
Leading us to Titlis Glacier cave.

Before going all the way back down,
We stopped at a lake a few levels above town
To see more of the mountain and glacial lake views,
And took a rowboat for a short scenic cruise.
Then to Engelberg base village we finally went,
To visit a historical museum, witnessing a mountain bovine event.
On to get snacks in a local cheese factory,
Just before going to a Benedictine monastery.
Alas, the day soon ended,
So back to Lucerne we returned, feeling splendid.

Poetic Just Us (An encore)

(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

Poetic Just Us (Redux)

(3rd of a mini-series of taking poetic license)

At first it was the land and the sea
That separated you and me
Before we could be just us.

Then your hours got shorter,
And Skype made it a little better
Before we could be just us.

Hard to believe you are here with me,
But can you turn off the TV?
Before we can be just us.

Get horizontal,
So we can be full frontal
And finally we can be just us.

Image: Pixabay

You may also want to read the mini-series Poetic Just Is:
1st
2nd
4th
5th

Poetic Just Us

(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 the mini-series: Poetic Just Is
3rd
4th
5th

Sweet Caroling

I’m dreaming of a big Christmas dinner,
One that would make me feel like a sinner,
With my mouth stuffed with turkey and ham,
Mashed potatoes and salad, but hold the Spam . . .

I’m dreaming of a generous, pricey present,
One that would flatter me for how much you spent,
With my Christmas stocking bulging,
Oh, thank you for being so indulging . . .

I’m dreaming of a beautiful Christmas tree,
One that would inspire me to sing with glee,
Under would be gifts full of glitter,
So many to brag about on twitter . . .

Happy Holidays! Merry Christmas! Season’s Greetings!

Keep on dreaming . . .