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.

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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)

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

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