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via Daily Prompt: Study

Study

He sat in the study
Waiting for the call
He knew she wasn’t coming back
There was no chance​ at all.

He tried not to lose it
Was trying not to cry
But, knew he couldn’t trust her
He knew that she would lie.

She asked him for some money
What was this all about?
What was she really up to?
So hard to figure out.

Told her that she needed
To stop wasting so much time
To try to get her life on track
To get herself in line.

He made her an offer
Come back, I’ll pay for school
I’ll get you an apartment
But, she was such a fool.

He told her that he loved her
Begged her to reconsider
But, she was just too angry
Too resentful and so bitter.

She had all the answers
She simply wouldn’t listen
No matter what he did or said
Knew she’d end up in prison.

After hanging up the phone
He grabbed his chest in pain
His heart was truly broken
He’d never speak to her again.

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She spilled her cup of coffee
Across the table top
It went all over everything
Almost landed in her lap.

I was sitting at my table
Down went her broken cup
It splattered nearly everywhere
I helped her clean it up.

I asked the shop’s barista
For a towel and a wet mop
I began to try and help her
As I cleaned she said, please stop.

I assured her not to worry
It was just an accident
We’ll clean it up in no time
A mere unfortunate incident.

I couldn’t help but notice
She was prettier than I thought
I asked what she was drinking
A Macchiato cold, or hot?

I handed her a coffee
She said, ”Thank you”, then she smiled
I asked if I could join her
She was leaving in a while.

Found out that she was working
At the museum round the corner
She was pleasant and easy going
Gave me her number, said to call her.

I asked her out for dinner
To an Italian restaurant
I was anxious, somewhat nervous
She walked in so nonchalant.

She looked stunning, really pretty
Didn’t think I stood a chance
She was everything I dreamed of
How I hoped we’d found romance.

Can’t believe that she was into
This old weathered casanova
Hope’d she fall in love with me
Before the night was over.

Got to know each other better
We got married one year later
She still works at the museum
And has become their new curator.

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via Daily Prompt: Entertain

Entertain

You may never understand
Her need to entertain
It’s become a driving force
Kind of odd, a little strange.

She has fancy napkins
Candlesticks​ and tablecloths
She prepares your coffee
Always, with a bit of froth.

Takes it to the limit
Pure silver and fine china
Breakfast,​ snacks or salad
She says it doesn’t matter.

She’ll prepare your Cheerios
In a Royal Dalton serving bowl
Her cutlery impressive
Made of silver, and of gold.

Every table setting
Will exceed your expectations
Martha Stewart’s recipes
Give her pause ​and pure elation.

Setting up and serving
It’s all in the presentation
She loves to set the table
A masterpiece, her own creation.

Upscale, somewhat pretentious
She’ll take off her jeans and sweater.
She’ll serve you in her evening gown
The more elaborate, the better.

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via Daily Prompt: Static

Static

He’s creating static,
Causing irreversible harm
He’s a racist hypocrite
Who will sound the alarm?

Misogyny and bias
Deep within his core
Promoting hate and prejudice
What are we waiting for?

We must stand together
Fight for liberty
He wants to divide us
He’s destroying this country.

So vile and so despicable
Contempt for women’s right’s
Hate and greed his mantra
Spouting cruelty and spite.

No regard for justice
Bypasses every law
Thinks they don’t pertain to him
He’s the president, after all.

Collusion and emoluments
He’s so shallow, so artificial
How long can this go on
Before demanding his dismissal?

Arrogant and pompous
Racial slurs and condemnation
What’s stopping his impeachment
For money laundering and tax evasion?

Stand up and be counted
He has to be removed
The highest office in this nation
Should not be held, by a buffoon.

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Night has fallen….

He opens his eyes
Now out on patrol
Checks out familiar places
He knows just where to go.

His eyes of green reflected,
As a car comes round the corner
He ducks down and turns away
Fearful … he moves over.

Cabbage leaves, carrot peels
He’s hit the mother load
He eats his fill, then heads back home
Afraid someone will see him.

His furry face, his claws so sharp
He moves closer​ to the ground
Not wanting to be harmed
He cannot make a sound.

Suddenly he looks up
A dog barks in the distance
He has to hurry now
He has to pay attention.

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via Daily Prompt: Evoke

Evoke

Your name evokes an image
I wish I could wipe clean
Wish I could erase the memories
Wish you were just a dream.

Running from the nightmare
That you helped to create
I thought that I had fallen for
And found my true soul mate.

But, the devil wears disguises
Blonde hair and bright blue eyes
She can get inside you
She can make you cry.

The candlelight,​ the music
Helps to lure the innocent
Before you even know it
You’re a willing participant.

My heart is truly broken
I can’t get over you
I wish I had the answer
And knew just what to do.

Maybe I should see a doctor
Ask for a lobotomy
Try to stop the pain and hurt
So deep inside of me.

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via Daily Prompt: Carve

Carve

He gave me a call and asked me to lunch
I took the drive out to the country
He lived all alone on a ten-acre​ farm
Across the river, not far​ from me.

Once I was there, while standing alone
Looking out at a lovely view
I was terrified when he approached me
And I realized, what he was going to do.

He held up a knife, 10 inches long
Said “I could carve you into a million pieces”.
Was this an attempt to frighten me?
It was hardly intended to please me.

I felt the cold blade of steel, so sharp
As he brushed it lightly across my face
I was shaking I almost wet myself
My heart began to race.

The sound of his voice gave me the chills
I should never have come on my own
I thought this guy was good ole boy
And now I was with him, alone.

He lived in a cabin, six miles from town
Enjoyed living a distance away
I made one of the biggest mistakes of my life
I should never have gone there, that day.

I was hoping that he was just joking
Maybe he was just fooling around
If for some reason I didn’t make it back home
I wondered if my body’d be found.

No neighbors in sight, they were miles away
No one would hear me ​if I screamed
I started to panic, then wondered if he
Was really that evil and mean.

I decided to go, I wanted to leave
It was then that he started laughing
He reached out to put his arm around me
I didn’t know just what was happening.

I got to the door, got into my car
I was shaking and out of breath
I never should have trusted him
He really scared​ me half to death.

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I first saw her, from a distance
She was riding a Trek mountain bike
She had stopped in for a cup of coffee
That was something I knew, we both liked.

She took off her bicycle helmet
Walked toward the coffee shop door
I thought for a moment I might know her
But, I had never seen her, before.

I wanted a chance to talk to her
But, first checked her hand for a ring
No point in making a connection
If it was over before it begins.

I stood in line, right behind her
Her hair looked somewhat windblown
She wore khakis and a blue cardigan sweater
She was carrying her helmet and phone.

She ordered a Venti Macchiato
She sat by the window inside
She was quietly minding her business
But, looked like she wanted to cry.

Her phone suddenly started ringing
I saw her take it out and then turn it off
She looked like she was somewhat troubled,
Maybe distracted, perhaps deep in thought.

I walked gingerly over to her table
Not wanting to seem like a nuisance
She looked up and saw me before her
I was armed with a million excuses.

Can I get you a croissant with butter?, I asked.
They make the best here, some with chocolate too!
She smiled but refused my offer
Now embarrassed, I felt like a fool.

She asked me if I wanted to join her
I couldn’t help but note a few tears
I sat down on a chair, right beside her
Was it love that she wanted, or feared?

Even before, I had the courage to ask her,
She was telling me about her friend, on the phone
Her relationship was unraveling
And, she was afraid to be left, on her own.

I assured her that things would get better
Told her, it was just a matter of time
I wished I could reach out and hold her
But, we both knew that would be out of line.

We finished drinking our coffee
Our time together had come to an end
We said goodbye out in the parking lot
I suggested we meet up again.

She agreed to meet me, for coffee
If nothing else, maybe we could be friends
I was happy to spend time together
More than happy, to see her again.

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