It’s Cinco de Mayo,
Remember the margarita,
Or, is it the Alamo*?
Let’s do the cha cha cha,
Then serve the mojito
And tortilla chips and salsa;
Soon, we can go
And break open the piñata,
Via Zoom, Skype, or Zoho.
Images from Pixabay
*Cinco de Mayo is the Anniversary of the Battle of Puebla; to read more about it: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cinco_de_Mayo
Coronavirus . . .
How I despise thee,
For thy unpredictability,
Mostly . . .
For causing economic instability
And excess mortality.
Start of a new day,
Feeling like a stray,
Still mourning after,
No sense of next chapter,
Scheduled for more sorrow,
Until I’m drained
Of life itself,
Only then will be true farewell.
Terror of the sea,
Running around the ferry,
Ripping through the aisles with glee,
Screaming like a banshee.
A little old lady,
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.
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.
What a spaz,
Like an escapee from Alcatraz,
Making me call out, ‘uncle,’
Cramping my style,
While raising my bile,
That Charley horsing around again,
What a pain!
(1st of a mini-series of taking poetic license)
I made a decision.
Stop with the inquisition.
It just is.
My mind is made,
Nothing more to be weighed.
It just is.
Simply admire the gloss,
And accept that I’m my own boss.
It just is.
There’s no age limit
To getting a mullet.
So get used to it.
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[Day 7 in Tomar]
Once headquartered in Tomar,
The Order of the Knights Templar
Overcame Islamic domination in Portugal;
They were rewarded the castles of Almourol,
Monsanto, and Pombal.
Faced with perceived heresy,
And political upheaval,
The once mighty warrior monks’
Reputation and status were all laid lower
When the jealous King of France
Persuaded the Pope to destroy the Order.
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