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Can’t stop my heart from racing
I want to calm back down
But when I see you, can’t help myself
My feet come off the ground.

I see you from a distance
You never look at me
But, I’m the one that’s standing there
Every day at half past three.

You come in for your coffee
I make it special … just for you
An extra shot of expresso
With a hint of cinnamon, too!

I write your name on your cup
Carefully I write each letter
EMILY, I often say aloud
Wish that we could be together.

Don’t see  a ring, I wonder why
Could you live alone?
Wish that I could go with you
Wonder if you’re going home. 

But, you don’t seem to notice me
Never say more than,  “Hello”
You just take your Macchiato
In a medium cup …. to go. 

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Image: Google Images. 123RF

Six Sentence Prompt: CRAFT
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An easy plan to craft or sell,
was used to coerce me into hell. 

Those deep dark eyes that drew me in,
knew fair well how this would end.

While baited , tempted , lured, and enticed ,
I followed you through fire and ice.

No second thoughts to reconsider, 
just a harmless drink with dinner.

Mesmerized and tricked by passion, with
lust that had no chance of lasting. 

Photographs of us both naked,
with no idea that they’d been taken.

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Image: Google Images. Facebook.

I don’t believe in letting go
Eating all day long
Our hormones and metabolism 
Play a role when things go wrong. 

You try and try to lose weight
And yet, you feel the same
Always hating on yourself
Feeling so ashamed.

But, it’s  really not what you eat
As much as when you do
They say that fasting works the best
And, I believe that’s  true. 

Stop eating after 6 pm
No snacks and no desserts
Eat breakfast and your dinner
You will see results, it works. 

Who are the hate mongers?
He calls them his base
They follow him blindly
Think he won the race. 

His lies gaining traction
With the angry and bold
They want revenge
They believe what they’re told.

91 indictments 
He blames them on Biden
Calls it a “Witch Hunt” 
Continues to fight em.

Rage and retribution 
Always  defiant
Wants to get even 
Promotes hate and violence. 

Raises his fists
Threatens, defames
Loves to attack
No conscience or shame.

No interest in fair play
Or doing what’s right
He fires them up
He loves to fight.

Who is the menace?
Who’s spreading lies?
A dictator wanna be
Who’s brazen …. not shy. 

An extremist agenda
Governed by hate 
A loss of our freedom
May be our fate. 

A bully ….. conniver 
An immoral cheat
His cult unaware
They’re supporting a thief. 

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Image: Google Images. Ethical Journalism.

He’ll take it all ….then walk away
No interest in the things you say
The time that’s spent on his behalf
Just makes him smile …. then makes him laugh.

A player who can find a way
Into your heart then steal away
You’re left bewildered …. feeling shocked
Wishing you could make him stop. 

A winsome smile …. a wink, a nod
He wants so much …. expects a lot
Gets his way …. falls at his feet
All the women that he meets. 

Smokes his pot, his cigarettes
Takes whatever …. he can get
Food or money …. care galore
He takes it all …. then asks for more. 

Everyone just wants to help 
But he is out …. just for himself
Hanging out by candlelight 
Hoping to  get high tonight. 

When there is something he should do
He hopes that he can call on you 
Stop being so accessible 
Stop acting so predictable. 

Keep to yourself …. tell him you’re busy
Don’t  let him make you feel so shitty
You know he’ll take you for a ride
It’s time for you to say, “Goodbye”. 

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Image: Google Images. stock

No one there to talk to
You feel invisible
The pain you feel is worsening
Almost unbearable. 

Your legs are weak
Can’t walk or stand
Without your cane
Like bags of sand.

Your legs are heavy
Hard to move
Hard to … put on
Your clothes or shoes.

You spend your days
There all alone
Watch TV
Sit by the phone.

Your doctor’s lines
Are automated
Appointments made
For three weeks later. 

At eighty six
Your body failing
No one cares 
No point in wailing. 

“We’re born alone
We die alone”
Everyone you loved
Is gone. 

Your voice unheard
Your needs ignored
No one cares
They’ve cut the cord. 

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Image: Google Images. 123RF

Six Sentence Prompt Word: ACCESS

Don’t give access to your heart and soul, unless you’re really sure. 
A broken heart cannot be fixed, no repairs or instant  cures.

Mended cracks and fractures will never be the same. 
No tonics or elixirs will ease your heartfelt pain. 

Best to get to know someone … to be sure they are the one. 
If you feel suspicious, just pick up your purse and run. 

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Image: Google Images. Wallpapers.com

Six Sentence Story Prompt: KICK

I gotta kick the habit, of eating too much chocolate. 

Too many bags around the house, containing quite a lot of it.

Some hidden in the cupboard drawer, the kind I keep behind closed doors!

The ones with nuts, the ones with raisins are the ones that I’ve been craving.

I need to share …. yes I do, some for me and some for you. 

Hard to stop …. to give it up , when just one piece is not enough. 

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Image: Google Images. Purdy’s Chocolates.

Plays his guitar
Sings and croons
Sitting there
Beneath the moon.

A dulling calm
He takes it in 
Up in smoke
It’s going to end.  

Years of waste
His talent wanes
As time goes on
Things stay the same. 

Nothing more
Than getting high
So sad to watch
As time flies by.

From 35
To 65
The slow demise
Will kill this guy. 

No reason
It’s illogical
Desire for fame
Debatable.

Tells himself
He plays, it’s art
He knows it all 
He’s really smart. 

Too smart to see
His fate is sealed
So sad to watch
It’s so surreal. 

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Image: Google Images: Sudbury.com

Feeling tired, low energy
No Mojo to speak of
Whatever effort I can make
Should surly be enough. 

In the bed, on the couch
Just want to lay back down
No need to be with friends or foe
So please don’t come around.

Pull down the shades, turn off the lights
Leave the TV on
Leave the package on the porch
And please stay off my lawn.

Too much to do, can’t bear the thought
Just want to be alone
Don’t want to try to muster up
The will to leave my home. 

So sick of conversations
Meaningless and trite
Another noble gesture
By someone I don’t like. 

The cafes and the restaurants
Whose prices are sky high
Leave me no alternative
But, to pass them by.

Eating out …. once pleasurable
Is now a gambling game
Who’s positive for Covid?
Who’ll be the one to blame?

The waitress has the sniffles
Why won’t she wear a mask?
Afraid to tell the customers?
I have the right to ask.

Best to eat what I prepare
I know where I have been
Won’t worry about the viruses
Infecting me again. 

My soup is warming on the stove
I have a loaf of bread
Crusty, warm and tasty
Goes great with olive spread.

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Image: Google Images. My Recipe Reviews.