Crushed

Crushed

crushed to say the least
since you searched
hunted up for me 
as if you would die
without seeing
me once again
eye to eye
only to hurry up
and say hello
just to say goodbye
who does that?
other than an ego
that derives pleasure
to watch me
slowly turn away
and once more
die inside…

—©g.a.meeder, 2017®

 

 

 

 

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Strollin With Intent

Strollin with Intent

tipped his hat their way
as he took note of her
giggling with two other girls
laden with heavy face paint
strolling down maroon
cobblestoned streets
with smiling faces
glances & nods
exchanged at everyone
they’d greet & meet
he couldn’t help but
notice that nice little quiver
that made her hips shake
giving him the wanton shiver
twirling parasols under
bare assed noon sun
for fair skinned escape
his innards ached
for those soft milky legs
wrapped up all around him
with her he knew damn well
that bed would quake
one way or another
in his rich man’s way
he was gonna buy
that perty girl
with a string o’ pearls
his wife had no say
he’d do so by any means
cause that’s the way they did
many & most things
when in the brothel’s
of New Orleans….

—©g.a.meeder, ®2017

 

 

Pack Of Lies

Pack of Lies

i had written the book

cover to cover on

the philosophy

with enough hard work in life

you could achieve anything

but it’s high time

to close that damned book

on American dreams

toss that poorly written

over rehearsed book

into that heap known as

file thirteen

because it’s nothing

but a pack of damned lies

and who would know

the storyline better

than the author

who never once

saw it come true

before her very eyes?

—©g.a.meeder, 2017®