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Wasting Away

She advances to go, collects the 200 bucks times two.

She grabs hers and without remorse what belongs to you.

You are a puppet who panders to her most selfish desires.

You are the caretaker that flames her egotistical fires.

You shuffle through your days like a deck of cards.

She looks straight through invisible you, no regards.

She casts you aside until she needs another handout.

When in want, you will be the first to hear her shout.

You feel any part of her is better than none at all,

so you waste your days waiting for her to call.

You pretend you see her smile, anything to help you cope

as you reach for the warmth in the touch for which you hope

You go home alone and revel in your dreams.

Each day is closer, or so to you it seems.

Tomorrow is another day, to wish for love, to live.

Tomorrow is another day, to her you will give.

Three Word Wednesday Prompt: Advance, Pander, Shuffle


Son Of Man

Sandal trodden, he walked the dust of the road.

To spread the important message, he could not tarry.

He only rested long enough to lighten his load,

and on to deliver the words he was chosen to carry.


The people flocked to him and tagged along.

It was a reformation of the time, perhaps a revival.

To stand against ridicule, one had to be strong.

Perhaps, it was a matter of eternal survival.


Who was he? Was he a prophet or a preacher,

they wondered as his journey passed their way.

So many lessons learned from the great teacher.

They continue to argue his identity even today.


Three Word Wednesday Prompts: demise, effort, revival

Such effort he exerted, the One, the Son.

Did he have any idea or foresee his demise?

His role has been played; his job is done.

Still, we gather to hear his message in reprise.


His death was the plan, so that others may live.

Now the message is written for any to receive.

Every single life is blessed with love to give.

Each one has a choice whether or not to believe.

Tiny Skull Of Yesteryear

Skull With Burning Cigarette by Van Gogh

My two brothers shared a room

Secrets and hidden treasures

Unknown world for me to explore

Off limits to me of course

Getting caught was my only doom

Forbidden objects, my pleasures

Curiosity led me beyond the door

I was often removed by force

But while I was in there

The world hadn’t a care

The closet shelf or drawers in the chest

Held the one article I loved above the rest

The tiny skull that fit in my hand

I only needed to light the smoke

And he puffed out rings

Then his eyes lit an evil red

No matter that my butt be tanned

If I got burned in fire I poked

Or other ills nosiness brings

And scary visions in my head

Sometimes fragile objects break

With dear consequences to pay

I lived for the room of mischief- make

As long as I had light of day

Put me in there in dark of night

I would tremor and shake with fright

A little girl who was a rampant prier

Was not one who was a likely complier

So when I nightmare of evil red eyes

Or tiny smoke rings lifting in air

I bother not to let out screams or cries

Because revenge of skulls is never fair

So was the skull of Halloween a trick or a treat?

Well, is smoke a burn or just a little heat?

Prompt Halloween – Trick or Treat

This weeks words are Fragile, Rampant, and Tremor.

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