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via Daily Prompt: Silent

Silent

Keep silent, they say
Don’t utter a word
We can’t let them know
They soon will be hurt.

Their taxes will double
Their benefits gone
Our bank accounts increase
Who cares, if it’s wrong?

Their children will suffer
The old and the weak
We don’t have to worry
Our treasures we keep.

Our children make out
With low estate tax
No worry for us
Chill out and relax.

We’ll silent the masses
No room to complain
Their wishes don’t matter
For, they are to blame.

They chose to elect
A selfish buffoon
Now, they will suffer
The end will be soon.

But, we will be quiet
We’ll sneak the bill thru
They won’t be the wiser
And, neither will you.

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A meager salary
Is all she received
For dusting, for scrubbing
And keeping things clean.

A scrub brush, a vacuum
Her tools of the trade
She dressed all in white
They called her, “The Maid”.

She carried a tote bag
Filled with old rags
She cleaned out their toilets
Their closets and bags.

She organized books, pencils and pens
Scrubbing the floors, the walls in the den
She did all the dishes, the pots and the spoons
Prepared lunch for two, everyday before noon.

Croissants and crumpets, two cups of tea
She served them their snack, precisely at three.
She rarely spoke, no complaints ever heard
She kept to herself, never uttered a word.

At the end of the day, she headed for home
She lived by herself, she was always alone.
With Christmas approaching, she baked everyday
Wrapped all their presents, for their holiday.

On Christmas day, she served them smoked turkey
Stuffing, green beans, mashed potatoes and gravy
While they opened their gifts , she cleaned up the kitchen
No one thought of her, not once was she mentioned.

Maybe she might, want to sit for awhile
Stop what she’s doing, before cleaning the tiles
Share just a bit of holiday cheer
With the people she cared for… each day of the year.

But, no presents for her, no Christmas blessings
Just more of the same, she cleaned up their messes.
No Christmas bonus, no extra fare
Nothing was done, to show that they cared.

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A CHRISTMAS HOLIDAY …reblog

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via Daily Prompt: Legend

Legend

He was sure that he was someone
Someone fine and quite good looking
He was the master in the kitchen
And, believed the best at cooking.

But, truth be known, he barely could
Even make a cup of tea
He was unable to follow recipes
A chef he’d never be.

He was sure that he had prowess
As an athlete, he excelled
He believed he was the best
That is, as far as he could tell.

But, when it came to running
Poor thing had two left feet
He was unable to ever qualify
Or compete, in a track meet.

He would sing while in the shower
All alone and in his car
He was sure he had the best voice
And, would one day be a star.

But, when he opened up his mouth
Breaking into song
The dogs that lived in his neighborhood
Began to howl along.

Having a way with the ladies
Made him quite the office flirt
He’d smile and wink, believing
He was their favorite, at work.

But, the crowd at the water fountain
Dispersed, whenever he walked in
Not wanting to be associated
With a misfit guy like him.

He really was quite special, though
Very sweet and always kind
Though not the best at everything
He remains ….A Legend in his own mind.

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via Daily Prompt: Inheritance

Inheritance

Counting on an inheritance
May not be, what you should do
There are several considerations
Before, deciding what to do.

Counting on the money
May be more, than just a crutch
Fighting with your siblings
Can prove to be too much.

Dividing up possessions
Be it jewelry, books or cars
Can prove to be so hurtful
No matter who you are.

You try your best, to get along
With your motives, still in question
No matter how fair you try to be
You still face cold rejection.

Family may not stick together
They may turn their backs on you
It won’t be very easy
But, you’ll have to see this thru.

As court appointed executor
Your role is to follow the law
The end result is not your choice
It was never your last call.

Your parents did whatever they could
Looking out for the three of you
There’s no reason to quarrel, or to get mad
Or, to blame their loss on you.

An equal split, divided three ways
Sounds pretty fair to me
No reason to be resentful
It’s just the way, that it should be.

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via Daily Prompt: Theory

Theory

I have a theory
about our fate
Where we will end up
And, why it’s too late.

We’re governed by men
with no moral compass
We follow blindly
Not a hero among us.

No one to stand up to
Money and greed
Power governs
Takes what it needs.

Nothing left
for the mild and meek
The strong prevail
Then, blame the weak.

The moral high ground
A slippery slope
Nothing left
No future, no hope.

The two percent
Will lead our nation
Despite the proven
allegations.

Slight of hand
Right before your eyes
You’ve lost your freedom
Still wondering why?

via Daily Prompt: Elegance

She was the height of elegance
Though she stood, but 5 feet tall
She spoke with the voice of an angel
Though she seemed to be quite small.

The power of her stunning words
Spoke volumes about us
She reflected upon small-mindedness
And the need to change, what was.

Pure evil and blatant racism
Were her foes, her nemesis
She fought a battle every day
Defeating hate and prejudice.

Marching down a crowded street
For what she believed was right
Was often met with hostility,
Though she knew that she was right.

Never giving in to pressure
To threats of pain or bodily harm
She showed up each and every day
To loudly sound the alarm.

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He’s a jolly guy with a red flushed face
Lives one flight up, above my place
He’s up all night, sleeps all day
Never an unkind word to say.

He’s always smiling, never frowns
As he makes his way about the town
Can often be found at the local bar
Sipping whiskey, and smoking cigars.

His hair is long, his beard is white
He stays up drinking half the night
A beer belly, with a bright red nose
Where he came from, no one knows.

He’ll tell you he’s had, but one career
Works just one week, throughout the year
He sits in a chair at Bloomingdales
Telling children stories and Christmas tales.

The kids all love him and clamor around
You can hear a pin drop, hardly a sound
He tells them he’s been with reindeers and elves
They believe every word and he believes it himself.

Visions of workshops, with hundreds of toys
To be delivered to good girls and boys
The children are wide eyed and mesmerized
They sit at his feet, almost hypnotized.

Mystical, magical, who wouldn’t believe?
When you are with him, you don’t want to leave
He shares their dreams, as they sit on the floor
One week a year… is what he lives for.

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A CHRISTMAS TALE…reblog 12/

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via Daily Prompt: Degree

Drop it down a degree or two
I feel like my hair’s on fire
I want to run, I want to hide
God Damn it, you’re such a liar!

How did it ever come to this?
I thought we were doing fine
How could I have been so deceived?
How could I have been so blind?

All the while, it was just about you
I was never part of your plan
I was a mere filler, keeping pace
I’m just beginning to understand.

You’ve been down this road, many times before
Planning and plotting as you troll
Always looking for the unsuspecting one
Anyone to advance your goal

Money, status and power
You’re determined to make your way
Satisfying your primal urges
You were born to seek, then stray.

The road is always greener
From your view inside the door
It’s always just a matter of time
You will always be wanting more.

Your climb up the corporate ladder
Each rung another broken heart
You stepped so hard, you shattered mine
My life’s been torn apart.

I’m picking up the pieces now
Trying to rearrange them one by one
Hoping some day, to be over you …. to
Forget the damage that’s been done.

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via Daily Prompt: Varnish

Why not put a spin on it
A coat of paint, a film, some varnish?
Can’t you make it right?
Are you just out to punish?

Can’t you just forget
Pass it over, let it go?
Why hold a grudge? What good will it do?
What does it say, say about you?

Forgive and forget
Let go of the past
Where’s this going to take you?
Some things just don’t last.

Love isn’t forever
Loyalty’s a must
Without it, there’s nothing
You have to have trust.

Liars and manipulators
Bullies and psychopaths
What did you expect?
They had the last laugh.

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via Daily Prompt: Gorge

He was more than simply overweight
He was a greedy, eating machine
Gobbling down every morsel in sight
While licking his plate clean.

Insatiable and incurable
Needing serious psychological help
He’d take his fill, then ask for more
While clearing his pantry shelf.

No matter what the occasion
His focus never seemed to stray
He’d always ask for seconds
Or that third piece of birthday cake.

He couldn’t seem to help himself
Although he often tried
Encouraged to eat healthy
He’d still ask for his fish… fried.

Sad as it was, he just couldn’t stop
His tummy getting bigger and bigger
Then one day, it finally popped
Like a gun with a hair finger trigger.

Spaghetti and meatballs, cheese puffs and chips
Spilled out all over the floor
The last words he spoke were the saddest of all
He simply asked for … more.

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