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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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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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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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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Tiles of clay
Upon the roofs
One by one
And two by two.
Master crafters
Climb so high
Birds of prey
Just pass them by.
Scorching sun
Pouring rain
They make repairs
They don’t complain.
They stop for lunch
A bowl of soup
A cigarette
At times will do.
Coffee strong
Sunlight bright
Days go by
In warm sunlight.
Lots of laughs
Cheers for friends
They gather round
The fun begins.
A soccer game
On Friday nights
An ice cold beer
Makes their whole night.
A cooler filled
With shrimp and cod
They love their fish
Stone crabs and scrod.
Hands are calloused
Hearts are soft
More work to come
Their fingers crossed.
Belief in God
Their cherished rule
Taught long ago
To use their tools.
Fathers, sons
Moms and girls
Portugal
A different world.
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In the quiet of the chapel
I heard the angels sing
In the ancient tower
The bells began to ring.
A presence felt, miraculously
Filled my heart with love
Blessed by those in heaven
Sent down from up above.
Those who walked this sacred ground
Bringing joy and grace to all
Their images indelible
Enshrined upon these walls.
Stones and mortar
Tiles of white and powder blue
Tell stories of such ancient times
A world we never knew.
Statues, candles …. burning bright
Still take my breath away
With reverence, joy and gratitude
I bow my head and pray.
The history, the chosen paths
Now bring us to our knees
Within these halls….majestically
Still stands …. a masterpiece.
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My life, a world of routines
A lot of repetition
A list of chores and meet ups
A wealth of home traditions.
A food list, that’s adhered to
Off to the grocery store
Soon out of butter, milk and eggs
It’s time to shop for more.
Breakfast, mostly eggs and toast
Coffee, tea or juice
If I wake up …. before you do
You know, I’ll wait for you.
Check our phones for messages
Then turn on the TV
The channel set, it’s programmed
We watch NOW on NBC.
We talk about the local news
The chaos in the world
Hard to believe they haven’t found
That missing little girl.
Medical appointments
Dental, eyes, hair and nails
Surely keeps us busy
Also, checking for the mail.
A dinner date awaits us
At the cafe down the street
Today is our friend’s birthday
It’s going to be our treat.
Pizza , cheese and pasta
Love Italian based cuisine
The wine, a nice Chianti
The olives …. black and green.
Delicious sauce with meatballs
Ravioli, sausage, pork
The waiter opens a bottle of wine
Carefully removing the cork.
“Let it breathe”, he tells us kindly
You won’t have to wait too long
Have some homemade mozzarella
They’ll be more when this is gone.
Italian bread and rolls served warm
With garlic, herbs and cheese
Oil and balsamic vinaigrette
Whatever else you need.
Back home to my creature comforts
My chair, my blanket, a snooze
I’ll take a rest, just relax
Wake up, then watch the news.
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A lone swimmer
In an angry sea
A storm ahead
A category three.
The current pulls
He’s thrashed about
He cries for help
He calls out loud.
A fishing boat
A mile away
Heads for shore
His lucky day.
A sailor perched
Upon the deck
Sees something there
A tiny speck.
Believes perhaps
Someone’s adrift
The captain steers
Gets close to it.
The line is thrown
Into their net
Out of the sea
A boy is fetched.
Shivering, shaking
Turning blue
Unable to speak
But, a word or two.
Thankful, aghast
His eyes tired and weak
A cup of hot tea
And, the boy falls asleep.
Approaching the harbor
A crowd stands about
A mother is crying
Relieved, there’s no doubt.
He steps from the boat
Walks into her arms
Safe now, secure
He is sheltered from harm.
The crew feeling humble
They’ll never forget
The boy in the ocean
A miraculous catch.
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The surfer’s dream
To ride the waves
All he wants
Desires or craves.
The crashing waves
Upon the shore
The mist , the salt
The draw, the lure.
Beckons him
It pulls him in
He wants to go
He longs to swim.
The water…. cold
The current strong
He wants to be
Where he belongs.
The colors blue
With tints of green
The foam so white
It’s glistening.
Another day
Another wave
Today he waits
He must behave.
The turmoil of
The boundless sea
Will wait for him
So patiently.
He must take time
Regain his strength
Commune, absorb
The sun, the wind.
Feel the warmth
The breeze so sweet
The earth and sand
Beneath his feet.
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Out and about
Around every curve
Over the bumps
The turns and the swerves.
An increase in speed
A few sudden stops
My stomach is queezy
Hope I don’t throw up.
The straight and the narrow
The speed bumps ahead
The traffic light blinks
Suddenly it turns red.
The landscape quite hilly
Up and over the top
The braking abruptly
When you come to a stop.
The cameras recording
Your approach to the lights
Yellow means caution
Whether daylight or night.
That feeling of motion
Each time that you shift
Has gotten to me
I’m afraid that I’m sick.
Please stop, let me out
I’ll walk home from here
I’m afraid I just need
A breath of fresh air.
Please know that I’m grateful
For the ride in your car
But, I tend to get sick
When I travel too far.
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