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If you think you’ve got it bad
Stop and think again
There are people without water
Whose world is caving in.

They have no clothes, no shelter
No food for them to eat
They eat berries, twigs and sticks
Don’t know the luxury of meat.

Wondering when the next bomb drops
Afraid to go to sleep at night
Who knows what they’ll wake up to
What scary, freaky sites.

No one there to protect them
To hold them in their arms
To comfort and to love them
To keep them safe from harm.

So stop whining about your love life
Or the promotion that passed you by
Think about the children
Who were left alone to die.

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Image posted on YouTube: Paul Fischer’s post in #nursesroar

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YouTube: THE PRAYER….Andrea Bocelli & Katharine Mcphee

Trump’s enjoying a bromance
With the President of France
It has become apparent
By his flirting and his stance.

Though touching in the open
Seems a little strange to me
It was hard to miss the attraction
It was there for all to see.

Shaking hands and hugging
Occurred too many times
Brought the world’s attention
To what was on his mind.

Kissing and open flirting
By two married men on TV
Seemed a little weird for us
I think you would agree.

Dusting off his shoulder
Reaching out to hold his hand
Seemed a little forward
For a happily married man.

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Image from Google Images: sputniknews.com

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YouTube: YOU”RE TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE …Frankie Valli

via Daily Prompt: Elaborate

Elaborate

An elaborate story was once told to me
About a suspect’s alibi
Too many components, too complex
It had to be an outright lie.

I’d spoken to many crooks and thieves
Knew just what I was looking for
This guy wasn’t being upfront with me
He was bad right down to the core.

A psychopath, with lying tendencies
And such evil inclinations
I wasn’t buying any of it
He was also on probation.

He had served time for lying and cheating
Had spent ten years in a local prison
He’d been out for only thirty days
Now picked up for an obvious violation.

Under wraps, under lock and key
Was where he was going to be
Lying and trying to deceive
Was not going to work with me.

He wasn’t going to get away with this
We had him dead to right
Once I was done with my questioning
He’d be locked up for the rest of his life.

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Image from Google Images: youtube.com

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YouTube: Jailhouse Rock… Elvis Presley

I love to feel the night beach air
Blowing thru my hair
The smell, the way it makes me feel
The cool, fresh, salty air.

The sand feels cool beneath my feet
The water surprisingly feels warm.
Maybe an indication of
An impending tropical storm.

The moon is shining overhead
Looks like I’m not alone
An osprey wades just there on the shore
His presence sets the tone.

A picture perfect silhouette
He stands still ….so picturesque
I gaze upon him motionless
A glimpse of nature’s best.

The wind picks up, the bite of the sand
Blowing hard across the dunes
Lets me know,  it’s time to go
Need to head back very soon.

The bird takes heed, flys overhead
The waves now getting rough
The moon tucks behind the clouds
The rain now falling from above.

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Youtube:  STORMY  by CLASSICS IV

 

I opened the window
I called out to the trees
I begged them to bring you
Bring you back to me.

I called on the forces
Of Karma and hope
I asked them to find you
To widen the scope.

I begged and I pleaded
Got down on my knees
But, it made no difference
No difference for me.

I called out to the heavens
I called up above
I beseeched the angels
The angels of love.

No way could they help me
They looked down upon me
They said they were sorry
You had to be free.

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Image from Google Images:  rylandpeters.com

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YouTube:   ANGEL ….  Sarah McLachlan.

 

 

 

 

via Daily Prompt: Bestow

Bestow

TURNED AROUND

“I now bestow upon you,
the gift of self-esteem”
Said the “King of Ego” to me
As he appeared within my dream.

He empowered and infused me
With the strength I needed to
Be the best that I could be
To stop feeling so sad and blue.

Tired of feeling oh so worthless
I now had the power and the glory
Things started to get better
I stopped the anxiety, the worry.

I tugged upon my bootstraps
Got myself off of the ground
I finally had it figured out
I turned myself around.

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Image from Google Images: moziru.com

I’m sitting in the parking lot
At a franchise of MacDonalds
Signing on to WiFi
Hope to save my hard earned dollars.

Sipping on my iced tea
Chewing on those crunchy fries
Waiting for a friend of mine
Who I know…. so often lies.

I’ve been in the car all day
Been driving him around
He moves about from place to place
Knows everyone in town.

He was quite the catch in  school
Had a cute, sorta devilish grin
But, now he’s going nowhere
No one has time for him.

All his friends are now successful
They have achieved and they’ve moved on
Most are married or divorced
While he still sings… the same old song.

“Remember when”, he often says
Recalling the good old days
“When we were back in high school”,
I’ve heard him often say.

Basketball on Friday nights
Dances in the auditorium
Those were the highlights of his life
That’s all that matters to him.

No interest in an earned degree
Or starting a new business
No real plans to get ahead
Have seemed to spark his interest.

He could have gone to college
Had a four-year scholarship
But didn’t want to study
Now his biggest and worst regret.

He lives behind the trailer park
Drinks beer and smokes cigarettes
Spends most of his time getting drunk or stoned
In an effort to forget.

So scared to walk away
But too afraid to stay
Have to find a reason
You have to find a way.

Aren’t you sick of feeling worthless
Like a hopeless whining fool?
You need to get up, get busy
Figure out what you should do.

Standing there alone in place
Isn’t really helping you
Feeling paralyzed and frozen
Not knowing what to do.

Nothing’s going to happen
Till you make up my mind
To stop settling for mediocrity
Stop wasting so much time.

Idle hands around you
All they do is slow you down
You need some inspiration
Pull yourself off of the ground.

You’ve gotta make it happen
Take your pride down from the shelf
Dust off your self-esteem right now
It’s time to help yourself.

He tried to kick my door down
One more time…it would give way
I stood there shaking and praying
But, he finally walked away.

Maybe he was just a kid
Thought breaking in was fun
A bottle of booze, some food in the fridge
But, what if he was carrying a gun?

Did he know that I was there inside?
That I was home alone?
He probably just wandered by
And thought no one was home.

I should have kept my pistol loaded
It was there right in my purse
With hands shaking, I held it close
Hoping things didn’t get any worse.

I finally called 911
Who knew, when he’d come back?
I was scared and freaking out
So afraid of being attacked.

The police arrived, took some photos
The door was clearly damaged
They gave me a ride into town
Said this guy was on a rampage.

Guess I was lucky, it could have been worse
What if he had gotten in?
I was freaked out, afraid, so scared
I couldn’t stop thinking of him.

I loved the woods, the sound of the birds
Such beautiful smells and sights
But the sound of the Sheriff’s final words
Still echoes with me at night.

Mam, you’re not safe staying here alone
Might consider moving into town
There are a lot of unsavory fellows out here
Out here… just wandering around.

via Daily Prompt: Partake

Partake

As a dedicated blogger
I am committed and steadfast
Loyal to using the prompt
As my literary task.

But selecting words like “partake”
Has me a little crazy
I am reluctant and annoyed
But, please don’t think I’m lazy.

I can make use of the word
I can turn phrases all around
I can rhyme them, I can use them
I can be somewhat profound.

Don’t mean to be an ingrate
Please know I really care
I wait patiently each day
To see what word is there.

Some days I feel inspired
I’m excited to partake
But, not so much today
This one’s a word I hate.

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