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Let’s go get a “bite to eat”
I’ll be over, be there soon
I’ll pick you up, get ready
I’ll come by …. just before noon. 

Put on your Sunday best
Your lipstick and your shoes
Grab your glasses and your purse
Don’t forget your jacket, too!

Hope the cafe isn’t crowded
If we have to, we can wait
For the booth beside the window
Have to get there, can’t be late.

All the restaurants and cafes
Close early, some by two
We have to get “a move on”
Got a plan, know what  to do.

We’ll take the shortcut, down the backroads
To avoid the traffic lights
We can park behind the restaurant
Have to time our trip … just right. 

Have you decided what to order?
Eggs and bacon, toast and jam?
How about a roast beef sandwich
Some potatoes, beans and ham?

It’s so nice to be together 
Going out and having lunch
I bet you’ll order breakfast
Got a notion, got a hunch. 

Myself, I’ll have the goulash
Over noodles, hold the rice 
A glass of soda with my meal
Like it with a lot of ice. 

Dessert? Perhaps to take home
We both know we’ve had our fill
It was yummy, so delicious
We’ll be back , oh yes we will. 

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Another selfish ploy
Can’t restrain yourself
Focused on revenge
You really do need help.

A sick, pathetic figure
Bent on causing grief and pain
Nothing but a narcissist 
Nothing much has changed. 

A putz, a clown , a puppet 
A front man, with a voice
Most people that supported you
Regret their vote, their choice.

Those behind the curtain
Tell you what to think
The brains behind this takeover
A dark and evil ring. 

A pool of vile corruption 
Destroying democracy 
The malignant rich,  the grotesque
A group of pirates, snakes and thieves.

No regard for order
Blatantly, ignoring laws
Force, now your companion
You have plans to take it all. 

The polls now a reflection
Of what the people feel
They know what you are up to
They know you lie and steal. 

 Even MTG has questions…
“Where’s the Epstein List?”
What about your ties to Israel?
Charlie died because of this. 

It may take a full blown uprising
The rich against the poor
The people need to speak their minds
Can’t be silent anymore.

Out of the mouth of babes
The stark and naked truth
No pretense, masks or veils
Her advantage is her youth.

Untainted, pure and innocent
Unmarred by greed or shame
You wish you had her outlook
You wish you felt the same.

Her gentle mannerisms
Her voice so kind and sweet
She asks how you are feeling
“Is there anything you need?”

She walks among the angels
The fairies and the gnomes
Barefoot through the meadow
Not afraid to be alone. 

She takes your hand so gently
She wants you to be safe
Her kindness and her empathy
Can always make your day. 

She can lift your spirits
Make you smile when you are sad
When you know she’s coming over
You are happy, you are glad. 

At times,  you feel invisible
Not when she is around
She likes to look at photographs 
Of you …. in your wedding gown. 

Everything about you
Sparks her interest, she’s curious
She wants to get to know you
So sincere, so serious. 

You offer her a sandwich
Hoping she will stay for lunch
The two of you chat and carry on
Eating pickles, drinking punch. 

She’s a darling, such a sweetheart
So enchanting, a delight
Such a pleasure being with her
She turns darkness into light.

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A wound that just won’t close
A broken heart that just won’t mend
Though I’ve tried my very best
Seems the pain of grief won’t end. 

The sense of loss I feel
Is with me everyday
It clings to me, it won’t let go
 It can’t be pushed away.

It’s taken all my joy
Robbed me of happiness
Can’t shake the memories
This feeling of emptiness.

The pain so hard to bear
Beyond one’s comprehension 
Seeps into every pore
An insidious affliction.

A pill to ease the sadness
They say it just takes time
I close my eyes, I fall asleep
I long for peace of mind.

No escape, I’m in free fall 
Can’t stop the way I feel
No capsule or elixir
No parachute or shield. 

Within my troubled soul
Unimaginable, so intense
The pain lingers, often festers
With no remedy or defense.

An obsession, just a feeling
An imbalance to correct
Self healing is a journey
Paved with loss and yes, regret.

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Thoughtless and selfish
So unaware
You wonder, you ponder
How could they dare?

Their mind’s in the clouds
They can’t see the light
So sure, so decisive
They’ve got to be right. 

No second thoughts
No time in my shoes
They’re in the dark
They don’t have a clue. 

Hard to imagine
What they’re thinking of
What is their concept
Their meaning of love?

Pushing ahead 
Forgetting the past
They’ve got to come first
You’re sure to be last.

No time to linger
No time to review
What might be best
What might work for you.

Moving ahead
No time to consider
Your time or your needs 
When you are together.

You hope and you pray
You wish they could see
Stop thinking about 
Themselves, constantly.

You give them a pass
You rationalize
You don’t want to argue
So you compromise. 

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Meet me for a cocktail
I think I could use a drink
A few vodka dry martinis
Perhaps I should see a shrink. 

Am I really all that difficult?
Everyone gets on my nerves
I can’t take the repetition 
Should we order some hors d’oeuvres? 

At the office, in the break room
After work, sometimes at lunch
I can’t stand to listen to them
I don’t want to meet for brunch. 

All the cutesy conversation
I get bored, I want to run
Can’t deal with all their nonsense
For me, it’s just not fun. 

I need someone to talk to 
Who is interesting and smart
I don’t care about their boyfriends
The last one that broke their heart.

I don’t watch, “Big Brother”
Or  “Dancing With The Stars?”
I have tickets to the Opera
You don’t know how dumb they are. 

I watch the news each evening
Set on MSNBC
They watch reruns of “The Bachelorette”
They’re worlds apart from me. 

I can’t go on pretending
I’m afraid I need to go
I’m considering transferring
You’re the only one that knows.

I don’t want to be judgmental 
I should be more tolerant
I should be less harsh and critical
Yes, I know that makes more sense. 

But, I just can’t take their company
It’s just too much for me
They cackle, snort and carry on
Obsessed with their TV’s. 

Maybe once I start my new job
I can see a therapist
Maybe she can help me to relate
And, be less prejudice.

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A breach… through a side window
He found his way within
Dressed as an army soldier
His killing spree begins.

The frail, and lifeless bodies
Of five year old, young boys
Lay on the floor, not moving
Some reaching for their toys.

A girl walks thru the hallway
She’s nine or ten  years old 
She started walking toward him
He shot her full of holes.

The teacher stood before him
Looking straight into his eyes
No defense and no protection
She began to shake and cry.

She watched alone in horror
He shot each one… one at a time 
She panicked, started running
But she was next, the next in line. 

There were thirty six young children 
Senselessly all shot and killed
By a madman on a mission
He turned his gun on them, at will. 

They were innocent and frightened 
In shock would be my guess
Trying frantically to run and hide 
Fearing that they would be next. 

Bodies motionless, eviscerated
By a man holding  a gun
He  unloaded his chamber deliberately 
Until he was finally  done. 

Police came through the front door
Wearing bullet proof thick vests
They approached the lone assailant
It was a quick and swift arrest. 

The carnage now before them
Made them sad ,  some even cried
No rhyme or possible reason 
For these innocent children to die. 

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No safety net, no boundaries
He wants to have control 
He’s brought in the Army National Guard
Who must do what they are told. 

Weekend soldiers who love their country
They’re confused, don’t want to go
They don’t want the confrontation
With neighbors that they know.

American cities are being violated
By “Proud Boys” behind masks
No means of identification 
Moving quickly, moving fast.

Over riding, overstepping
State laws and jurisdictions
Provoking and intimidating
Arresting, yes it’s sickening! 

Using U.S. streets as training grounds
With corruption of the FBI
A total abuse of power
Is enough to make you cry.

He’s a madman, a total wanna be
A dictator, a lawless king
We’ve got to hold him accountable 
For each and every thing.

Wants to call out the military
Plans to occupy city streets
He’s violating the Constitution
To satisfy his goals and needs. 

He pardoned the insurrectionists
Many now employed by ICE
They are violent, cruel and heartless
Love to enrage, provoke and fight.

Men repelling from helicopters
A scene from a third world country at war
The chaos, the violence, the terror
Like nothing we’ve seen before.

Taking children in the dead of night
From the safety of their homes
Using zip ties and handcuffs
As they scream, “Leave me alone!”

Some say there’s nothing we can do
But, that really isn’t true
You must speak out, say it out loud
That’s what you have to do.

We’re not helpless to stop this injustice
Republicans in Congress could impeach
But, they fear the wrath of power
That he will … at once …… unleash. 

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Kiss me again
Again and again
I’ll relinquish my soul
Let the madness begin.  

Heightened, elated
It was pure ecstasy 
Whatever you did
What you did to me. 

Take what you want
You know I’ll give in
I won’t say no
Don’t want this to end.

Nothing before
Nothing like this
Nothing compared
I couldn’t resist. 

A slip though the net
A blip on the screen
You wouldn’t stop
Till you made me scream.

My worst mistake
A visit to hell
My hidden secret
No one I could tell.

Horns and a tail
A reflection, the truth
I’d been with the devil 
The devil is you. 

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Don’t tell me what to do
How to act or what to say
You have crossed the line between us
You are getting in my way.

I am kind and I’m considerate
My needs do not come first
I listen to my conscience 
I will give so much, it hurts.

I resent insinuations
Passive comments made in jest
My friends should be supportive
Wishing me the very best.

If you have a problem with me
Perhaps it lies within
You should look into the mirror 
Maybe find another friend.

I am sensitive, yes thin skinned
I take your words to heart
Lately I’ve been thinking
We should spend some time apart. 

A push and pull relationship
Has never worked for me
I don’t want to be mistreated
Or spoken to aggressively. 

There are no hard feelings
Feel free to walk away
Find someone less reactive
To the things you have to say.

Doubt things will get much better
Oil and water just don’t mix
Sometimes we have to face it
Some things broken can’t be fixed.