The Witch rode in, on a
broom so thin,
showing the blue-green color
of her wrinkled up skin.
A pointed hat sat on her head,
was black as night.
Opening her mouth, she said
"Come here my lovely child,
come now to me
and I'll make you famous
in this Worlds Fable History.

At times I am lame.
No; not in that way.
Just a naive person
as I was, one lonely day.
She called to me
from a table, quite near,
wanting to know
if I'd like a beer.
She said, "Call me Ann,
I am your server today."
I nodded my head,
she left, walking away
and brought me a beer
in a long Pilsner glass.
It was then I knew
I now must confess,
I had been here before,
for they all knew my name
as I came through the door.
Why can't I remember?
Or not know at all,
when I entered the chamber
just off the hall.

Dizzy I am,
from drinking the wine,
poured from the bottle,
with fruit from the vine.
The fruit is crushed now,
in to a juice so fine.
Rich is the color,
the smell is divine
from the Godly nectar,
in this glass, mine.

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There is so much futility;
You don't have the ability
Nor the tool for tranquility
And all become a liability,
Charging to an old utility,
Bringing you back to reality,
Resulting in the end. Finality

I fear not of death on this day,
for it would mean I've gone away.
I would no longer miss my friends
nor hear the words and Amen.

Now for my final act
In this political life dear,
I'll go to the ballot box
And I will disappear

You left me for another,
it was plain to see.
Did it have to be my brother,
for it really did, hurt me.

From there to here.
From here to there,
The fate of this nation,
Depends now on prayer.
I pray to my God above,
For understanding and for love.
To forgive my friends who
Voted Red and didn't vote Blue.
We all err, it's what we do.
To correct an error, it's up to you.

The days of youth
have passed us by.
Tell me please,
why oh why?
The fun filled days
of trips to Europe,
a place to stay,
lockdown is now,
what is to say?
It's just another
groundhog day.

Hickory dickory dock,
Hickory dickory do.
I pray that in November
I no longer hear of you.

I don't understand
and I can't see,
why there is a sudden
interest in me.

Have I done something
to make your life worse
or is it because you don't
like the words in my verse?

I wish I knew.
I hope that now,
the next time I see you
you will allow
a virtual hug.

Can you go home again,
when you're sixty-five
and none of you parents,
are still alive?

I jump out of bed.
Literally, for me,
for my back aches
and have neuropathy.

I knew everything would be alright,
for it was love, at first sight.
The curve of her body, long and thin
and I must mention the color of her skin.
The color was dark; black not blue,
I am certain that would move quite a few.
Her voice had a rumble. Nice to hear,
with a sound so pleasant to my ear.
Why does my blood rush this far
when I'm looking at a new car?

I hurt, I ache, I feel, not good
but at this age that's understood.
The aches and pains will go away.
Bear on for with you they'll stay.
Things may get better. Wait and see
if you take enough Tylenol three.

Standing alone,
on frozen turf.
Looking for love
on this wonderful Earth.
Searching now,
both far and wide,
needing some how,
to have a ride."
"Where go you now?"
he said with a grin.
"you better run and hide
for all the trouble you're in."

Nobody cares,
Not anymore,
If the words
You do write,
Are by your feet,
Down on the floor.