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]

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