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Dozing Donny
Falling asleep
Up too late 
In too deep! 

Can’t fall asleep 
Gotta stay awake
What can we do?
What will it take?

Girls in bikinis?
A plate of Big Macs?
Gotta pay attention
Gotta watch your back!

You’re on trial
For multiple crimes
Paying off porn stars
For cheating and lying.

Micheal Cohen
Has paid his dues
He got involved
With the likes of you.

Lost his license
Lost his mind
Payback and karma
Will take time. 

But … here you are
On display
Hoping the jurors
Will buy what you say.

Most know the truth
You’re a schemer, a liar
Be careful, Donny
Your pants will catch fire. 

_____________________

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Didn’t have the money 
Didn’t measure up 
Couldn’t make a difference 
Didn’t have enough. 

Chasing fame and fortune
Knocking on my door
Left before I realized 
You wanted so much more.

CD’s , stocks and saving bonds
Took what little that I had
Wanted someone earning more
Someone with much more cash.

Big plans, big dreams to satisfy
The bar was set too high
No matter what, I should’ve known
You’d soon tell me, goodbye.

A country home, weekends away
An apartment in the city
A beach house in the Hamptons
A boat and a Mercedes.

Trips abroad twice a year
A Chalet in Tuscany
Everything you could ever want
With someone else, not me. 

__________________________

Image: Google Images. Carrie Brown.

An evil heart 
An evil soul
Don’t listen to 
The lies he’s told.

Nothing sacred
Loyal or true
He’s playing with
The likes of you.

Don’t be a lamb
One of his sheep
He’s nothing but
A lying creep.

He’ll lead you on
Won’t tell the truth
When he’s done
He’ll turn on you.

Vindictive, cruel
A psychopath 
When you fall
He’ll grin, he’ll laugh.

No respect
He has no standards
He’s a clear
And present danger.

We’re going to lose
Democracy
He’ll set us back
We won’t  be free. 

No respect for
Women’s rights
Welcomes chaos
Wants to fight. 

Holding us back
Negating our progress
A fifty year struggle
Now lies  behind us. 

Wants control 
Thrives on power
Don’t bow to him
Don’t dare to cower. 

Use your vote
Don’t let him win
Take back your rights
Be rid of him.

_________________________

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Six Sentence Prompt: OUTLET

I’m gonna need an outlet, some way to blow off steam. 

You’re really getting to me, and I don’t want to be mean.

Didn’t know you were so messy, please put your clothes away. 

Pick up your socks and underwear, if you have plans to stay. 

I’m not your maid or butler, your grandma or mom. 

I’m just your anxious roommate, who longs to remain calm.

_______________________________

Image: Google Images. The Philosophy Man.

Whatever you do
You don’t want to miss 
A chance to bear witness
To the total eclipse.

Wear solar glasses
You must be prepared
No need to be frightened 
No need to be scared.

The moon and the sun
Will be fully aligned
A few minutes with earth
For just a short time.

Rendering darkness 
As if it were night
A shadow will block
The glow of sunlight.

Above the clouds
Up in the sky
A solar eclipse 
There before your eyes.

You may need to travel
If it matters to you 
To capture the moment
For a much better view.

Whatever it takes
You’ll want to see this
A once in a lifetime
A total eclipse. 
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Put down your phone
For just one day
Forget the madness
Find a way.

You’re focused …. locked in
To such a small screen
With characters imagined
In the worst of your dreams.

Slashing and bashing
Seething with rage
So evil and violent
This power you crave. 

Come to the garden
Sit down on the ground
Close your eyes for a moment
Listen to the sounds.

The bristling branches
The cool summer breeze
The sound of the birds 
Up high in the trees. 

Too much stimulation
You play all day long
Your eyes fixed and focused
You don’t see what’s wrong. 

No social involvement 
Too busy to chat
A few texts, a photo
Not much more than that. 

Your sword and your shield 
Your tools of engagement 
Your guns and your bullets
It’s all entertainment. 

The state of the world
So real …. uninvented
The peril we face
Is unprecedented. 

But you want to escape 
The game is your truth
I don’t understand
What’s happened to you.

________________________

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Friends of mine
Make all the difference
They stick around
Always consistent.

There for Birthdays
And celebrations 
Planned events
And fun vacations. 

Acceptance of
My past mistakes
Don’t care about 
The mess I make. 

All the years
That pass us by
All the laughs 
The tears we cry.

Memories
Heartbreak galore
Happiness
And so much more. 

Kids and dogs 
Cats a plenty
Like family
We’re oh so many!

Grateful for
Such happy times 
So thankful for
These friends are mine. 

Six Sentence Prompt: SLIDE

I’ll let it slide, but not next time. 

Be forewarned, I’ve seen the signs.

What  looks benign, may soon to fester.

Don’t make me feel the need to pester.

I’m on to you and your past lies.

But still will give you….  one more try. 

__________________________

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I really love spaghetti 
I really love the sauce
Not worried about the grocery bill
Don’t care about the cost!

Love the rich, red, velvet color
From the tomatoes that you grew
The basil and oregano 
The cloves of garlic, too!

Angel hair or ziti
As long as it’s al dente
I fill my plate with pasta
As much as you will give me. 

Sausages and meatballs
Prepared and served as well
Can’t believe the flavor
And the incredible way it smells. 

My plate served, almost ready
Where’s the Ricotta and Parmesan?
Don’t tell me there’s no grated cheese
Don’t tell me it’s all gone.

Ah , here it is …. A Masterpiece
Served together on my plate
Can’t wait to take my first bite
You know…. I just can’t wait.

I am grateful and elated
That you’ve  come into my life
Chef Angela, my darling
I’m so glad that you’re my wife! 

_____________________

Image: Google Images: The Kitchen

Can’t  elect him President
Can’t do this all again
You know how this got started
You know how this will end.

A wannabe dictator 
Craves power, fame and lust
A vicious, savage narcissist
Someone that you can‘t trust.

Jim Jones loaned him the playbook
They follow like herds of sheep
Such blind, hypnotic allegiance 
Makes me cry, can make me weep. 

They swallow without question 
Even cups of household bleach
Why can’t they see he’s evil?
Watch his face each time he speaks.

Loves to challenge and to bully
Anything to enrage his base
His eyes the mirror to his soul 
He cannot win this race!

Age, somewhat a factor
But worse …. fear and cruelty
No question who I’ll stand by
In this fight for democracy. 

______________________

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