I can’t, though I want to.
I want to move back to Woodstock.
The air was clean…….the political climate, in line with my own.
Waking to the sound of the birds, outside my bedroom window.
The snow blanketing the forest around me.
Watching the deer eating winter berries, and the chipmunks scampering across the old stone wall.

Wish I never left.


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They’re not going to stop him
He’s out to destroy our country
Breaking laws, sacrificing lives
So insatiably power hungry

Rude and abusive language
Unwanted sexual assaults
Emolument laws ignored
Denying he’s at fault.

Please come to your senses
Cast aside power and greed
Get him out of office
He’s not what this country needs.

Colluding with the enemy
Welcoming hostile governments
Clearly committing treason
What’s going to become of us?

Blatant nepotism
His whole family involved
Can’t you see the damage?
All he cares about is golf.

He is without honor
No moral empathy
No regard for loss of life
By those in our military.

Take a look around you
Don’t wait till it’s too late
He’s selling out our freedom
While promoting greed and hate.


Patinavia Daily Prompt: Patina

Like a bad penny, that keeps coming back
I’m beginning to see the changes in hue
Your worn, torn patina glaze has cast doubt
There’s just no getting close to you.

Run for the hills I’ve heard them say
She’s nothing but, evil and calculating
She’ll steal your heart and trample your pride
Her charm….. so intoxicating.

Once new and pristine in appearance
Has now turned cold and oh so warn
How could I have been so foolish
To believe you felt anything more than scorn?

Alluring and attractive , like a shiny new penny
You’ve turned heads and sparked many tales
Of love and lust and pure wonder
Your enticing charm never fails.


via Daily Prompt: Tenterhooks

Like a frayed piece of cloth
My life is suspended in midair
Held together by tenterhooks.
No one attending to, no one to care.

Passerbys come close to
But, at last minute look away
Afraid to be shamed, or at
The very least, asked to stay.

The sun beats down upon me
Rays of light drying and removing
The true colors and fabric of
My being…… never, never soothing.

Cracked and pale I remain there
Forgotten and misplaced
Wishing I could at last forget
That look upon your face.

When you said that it was over
When you turned and walked away
My heart shattered into pieces
Nothing left, nothing to say.


via Daily Prompt: Age

Act you age, they say to me
What does that really mean?
Why can’t I get an eyebrow ring?
Who says they’re just for teens?

I like to put the top down
Feel the wind blow thru my hair
In my flashy red convertible
As the people stop and stare.

I wear whatever I want to
Sport’s bras and capris pants
I like to listen to hip hop
Like to sing and like to dance

My boyfriend’s in his sixties
And, I am Eighty-Four
Who says that he’s too young for me?
He’s what I need, and more.

We love fine wine and candlelight
Sitting by the fire
Cuddling and talking
Life’s grand once you retire.



via Daily Prompt: Sparkle



Your eyes sparkle like diamonds
And your voice, it’s mesmerizing!
I spend half of my day
Alone in my mind, admittingly…. fantasizing
Fantasizing about you,
The girl in the coffee shop.

I watch you come in every day
You stop in, to pick up your coffee
A caramel macchiato with extra caramel
But, you’ve never even noticed me
I sit by the door and watch you,
You…The girl in the coffee shop.

My therapist says, “Talk to her
Start a conversation”. I don’t think so
I’m too intimidated, too shy
I wouldn’t know what to do
I wouldn’t know what to say to
You, The girl in the coffee shop.

You always walk in alone
No children, friends or a partner
Just you, carrying a book
You once sat at a table, in the corner
I couldn’t interrupt. You were reading
You, The girl in the coffee shop.

One day, you walked in without a book.
There was no sparkle in your eyes.
I could tell that you’d been crying.
I had to approach you. I had to know why.
You said, “You’re the boy, who sits by the door
The boy in the coffee shop”.

Her name is Sara. She lives nearby.
Only three blocks away, from me.
She said her dog died, that morning,
That she had buried him, beside an oak tree.
I bought her coffee. We sat and talked,
Me…. and the girl in the coffee shop.


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Parched and void of feelings

Clamoring to climb the ladder

Stepping over anyone

Who really doesn’t matter


Greed and lust, a guiding force

Always right on track

A deep seeded need to conquer

Never looking back.


Scouting and planning

She combs the conference room

Calculating her next plan

A victim she can groom


Innocence, an aphrodisiac

Lured thru a maze of doubt

A calculating player

It’s what she’s all about


Step inside, look around

Just one chance to find the door

Once she hands you a martini

You’ll forget, what you came for.