THE ROBOT

I met you in a chat room
Not sure if you are real 
Could be AI generated
Programmed to have appeal.

Your photos look unusual
As if each one is staged
Poising with a background
In the sunshine or the shade.

Your messages seem scripted
Am I friends with a robot?
Are you a human being?
Please tell me if you’re not.

We had plans to meet in person
Suddenly you’ve disappeared
I wrote you several messages
I’ve been dissed, that much is clear.

Your job, your name, your country
It was all just make believe
I fell hook , line and sinker
I was easily deceived.

You never asked for money
Not sure about your plan
Wish I knew what happened 
Why the setup, why the scam?

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Google Images. Etsy.

NO PARACHUTE

If you wanted to, you could
If you wanted to, you would
But it’s over, said and done 
Things got real, no longer fun.

Erased, forgotten, washed away
No trail  to find, no tracks, no way
The knife was left…. lodged in my back
Your eyes once blue, had turned to black.

So underrated,  lost,  confused 
You played for fun, I had been used 
Changed the locks , kept the keys
Nothing more …. to do with me.

Lost my glitter, spark and shine
You took it all, I lost my mind
No regret, no recollection
My name and number’s never  mentioned.

Nothing there to hold on to
No safety net, or steel toed shoes
Nothing  there, not one excuse
On my own, no parachute. 

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Google Images. Pngtree.

EVIDENCE

Out in the open
Out in the cold
I tried to be honest
Straightforward and bold. 

I didn’t hold back
I beared my soul
My cards on the table
A burden, a load. 

A secret withheld
I’ve carried this far
The weight of the world
In the trunk of my car.

A box filled with photos
That no one should see
The trinkets, the treasures
Belonging to me.

Can I let them go?
Set them a blaze?
Evidence of
My old foolish ways.

So much remorse
So many mistakes 
Time to let go
Before, it’s too late. 

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Google Images. Bespeaking.

OFF COURSE

Too many drinks
My first mistake
 I wasn’t thinking
Not  thinking straight.

Took off my clothes
I let her in
We had just met
Weren’t even friends.

The heat of desire
It was all  chemistry
Nothing else mattered
Just her next to me. 

Love at first sight
Our bodies co-mingled 
Hard to adjust
To not being single. 

Sex in the morning
All through the night
Making excuses
Convinced this was right. 

Candlelight dinners
Romantic date nights
Up until midnight
High as a kite. 

Work in the morning 
Hard to get up 
Needing a shower
This wasn’t enough. 

Privacy suffered
I needed  a break
Up for promotion 
A lot was at stake.

Distracted, off course
Things got too complex
I was driven by lust
I became too obsessed.

Time to let go
I broke it off
Just told her I needed
More time to play golf.

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Google Images. Foot and Leg Centre.






FLOWERS AND  STRIPES

So different, so strange
Our views and opinions 
Our wants and desires
Our steadfast positions. 

The same and yet different
We meet in the middle
A puzzle is solved
A remarkable riddle. 

You prefer flowers
I prefer stripes
You reach for the scissors
I look for a knife. 

You thrive in the  daylight
I recharge at night
We both create shadows
Beneath the moonlight.

You rise with the sun
I sleep until noon
You’re out and about
I’m in my cocoon. 

Spicy and hot?
No, salty and sweet
You order seafood
My preference is meat.

Hard to believe
Like two birds of a feather
We’ll always be
Right here together.


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Google Images. Redbubble.

DRAWN TO THE FLAME

Your hands are dirty
You touched the stove
Drawn to the flame
The heat, the glow. 

The darker, the better
You couldn’t let go
You went too far
So far below. 

Deeper and deeper
There is no return 
Drawn to the madness
You longed for the burn. 

The deafening thunder
The surge thru your veins
The height of emotion
The power, the pain. 

The craving, desire 
The passion, the rush
You can never go back
To the way that it was.

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Google Images. Mirmir Net

ERASED

Bleeding out
A slow cold death
The sheets are wet
You up and left. 

Watched you go
Hard to believe
Never dreamt 
You’d go, you’d leave.

Options, choices
Someone new
Someone that
You barely knew.

Caught your eye
Turned you head
Who’s now sleeping
In your bed?

Left me here
By myself
No second thoughts
Of how I felt.

Ghosted, cold
Ignored, erased
Forgotten, left
Without a trace. 

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Google Images.. Movie Web.

CONFUSED

Feeling confused
Sad and afraid
Oh what a mess
A mess that I’ve made.

Where should I go?
Don’t know where to live
I’ve got to decide
Something’s gotta give. 

Want to go north
But, it’s so cold
I need the sunshine
Cause I’m getting old. 

Out of the country
An option for sure
I’ve been over there 
On many a tour.

The price is right
Lifestyle appeal
I’d love to go
That’s how I feel.

More for your money
Their culture, beliefs
Are just what  I want 
Is just what  I need.

The government here
Is out of control
Don’t want a dictator 
Whose desire is more gold. 

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Google mages. Freepik.

BREAKFAST

I felt like a queen
When breakfast was served
Eggs, bacon and sausage
More than I deserved.

The china, the crystal
The fruit and the wine
The berries, the cherries
So lovely, divine.

Every bite, every morsel
As though from above
Prepared and served aptly
With kindness and love.

The  omelettes, potatoes 
Cooked slow to perfection 
The garnish, the plating
The chefs own selections.

The rolls and the bread
Right out of the oven
The blueberry tarts
Orange, apple and pumpkin.

An incredible feast
Of culinary delights 
All of my favorites
I enjoyed every bite.

A curtsy, a bow
A gesture so sweet
A humble expression
To give thanks, yes indeed.

Never before
This moment in time
Have I felt so elated
When invited to dine. 

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Google Images. Crafted Travel.

SPIDERS

Spiders in my bed
That just won’t let me be
Frantic, I can’t sleep
What’s become of me?

Can’t forget the past
Nothing I can do
Haunted by the memories
Plagued with thoughts of you.  

Such heartfelt misery 
The cold residual 
Lingers in my brain
Fills up my head, my skull. 

Not worthy of my time
A senseless use of space
Still can hear your voice
Still can see your face. 

The lies you told to me
All the false pretense
The promises, the plans
Your agenda so intense.

Need a neuron block
Innovative and advanced
Help me to forget
A meaningless romance. 

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Google Images. iStock.