via Daily Prompt: Dominant



She thrives on being bossy
In charge and dominant
She wants to be the leader
She gets everything she wants.

She pushes passed, then moves ahead
No concern for anyone
She’ll cast you aside, she’ll step on up
Winning every race she’s run.

Money, status, ​and power
Have become her daily mantra
The need to be the very best
Is all that she is after.

Relationships, emotions
Will not get in her way
She has no time for feelings
No leisure time to play.

It’s all about ambition
There’s no time to stay in bed.
She’s not interested in drama
She plans to move ahead.

She’s climbing up the ladder
The corporate world her home
She doesn’t need the nonsense
She will make it on her own.

She will be the winner
Her stocks are paramount
Her bank account and balance
All that matters, all that counts.


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via Daily Prompt: Tardy


It was too late
She said I was tardy
She told me to leave
I said I was sorry.

She said she was tired
Of my lies and excuses
She wanted more
She said I was useless.

She was so angry
I put my head down
Belittled and beaten
My tail on the ground.

I felt really bad
Didn’t know what to do
Should’a treated her better
And now we are through.

Won’t you reconsider
I’ll change my ways
Please let me prove it
Please let me stay.

She said, “Are you kidding?
Think I’m out of my mind?
Pack up your bags
You’re wasting my time”.

There were no second chances
No room for remorse
She changed the locks
Then filed for divorce.


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Mangled beyond recognition
Broken beyond repair
No way to stop the pain
No one seems to care.

An empty void, madness.
Spiraling out of control
Crying out for a lifeline​
Reaching out, a hand to hold.

Alone, stricken with blame
A blank cold stare
Abandoned and heartbroken
Not one emotion spared.

Gasping for air, she struggles
Trying to find a reason
A simple explanation
A way to stop the bleeding.


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She has painted nails and earrings
She wears underwire brassieres
She wears black lace and mascara
And, her lipstick never smears.

She likes talking dirty
Drinking beer and cigarettes
And, if she decides to kiss you
It will be long and very wet.

She wears high heels and black stockings
See-thru​ shirts and a pierced navel
She has twelve tattoos, an eyebrow ring
And, they call her Sassy Mabel.

If you’re looking for a good time
She might be the girl for you
So, don’t hesitate to call her​
If you’ve got nothing else to do.

But, if you don’t like porno
Cold Champagne and Caviar
Don’t ask her, for her number
It won’t get you very far.

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via Daily Prompt: Candid



What does it take to get your point across?

A candid remark that bites and stings?
Is that really necessary?
Will that help anything?

Some people are fragile, some egos weak
Why not soften the blow,
When deciding to speak?

Is being honest, direct and always upfront
A good way to be
To always be blunt?

Why not take it easy? Soften the blow
Tread lightly, be kind
Just take it slow.

The sound of your voice ​will sound the alarm
It may cause more pain
It may cause more harm.

Be more supportive, kind and concerned
Consider the outcome
The lessons you’ve learned.

Comfort,​ console, be a good friend
The one she can count on
Right to the end.

Facing the truth comes sooner, than later
Say it with love
Don’t aggravate her.


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While searching for a reason
I found a place to hide
Who knew it was a dungeon
Where the strange and dark reside.

They said they had an answer
They said I could come in
I was hesitant and cautious
That‘s where it all begins.

Didn’t know what they were up to
It must have been a dream
Didn’t really understand.
Or believe the things I’d seen.

I’m not one for wild adventures
Tangled weeds and lots of branches
I’m so afraid of splinters
Never one for taking chances.

I was hoping for an outlet
So tired of the abuse
Hoping for a mindset
A diversion from the truth.

Looking for an explanation
Didn’t know just what to do
Anything to ward them off
From the scent that smells like you.

I’m a misfit, not a magician
Expecting a change of heart
If I can’t find the answers
You‘ll have to play the part.

Hope I can find my way out
From the nightmare, ​I am in
Knowing this was just a dream
That soon comes to an end.


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via Daily Prompt: Horizon


They left their families
They risked their lives
They took their chances
They missed their wives.

The work was dangerous
The pay was high
They were tough
Strong scrappy guys.

Deepwater Horizon
One of the best
They stood alone
Above the rest.

Out in the ocean
While on their own
So far from land
Their fate unknown.

The fire broke out
Men lost their lives
Some were injured
Some survived.

Safety first
They weren’t protected
The company faulted
They were neglected.

Their fate was sealed
The fire began
They had to try
To save each man.

The women too
Three as well
Who would make it?
Time would tell.

The rig blew up
The fire raged
The effort made
Not all were saved.


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