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Premium Member Forever Gone - Untouchable

I turned around- should not have looked.
   They all were there and set to go.
The time was set, the day was booked.
   Today would be the final show.

That arm with claws was soon unhooked
   to swivel, reach up high, and crash.
I turned around- should not have looked
   to watch it make that painful gash. 

With digs and pulls, they tore it down.
   My childhood home and yard, rebooked
to build a bridge from town to town. 
   I turned around- should not have looked.

To the Rescue

Connecting flight canceled -
What are we to do?
Rebooked - 10 hours waiting 
Instead of just 2.

While I wasted time
On the plane with our tour,
My husband found someone
(He’s hard to ignore)

Who then came to our rescue 
And found us a flight
Very close to our first one
To make things all right.

An Air France employee
Named Cheftzi,* she knew
How to briskly take charge
And to calm us down, too.

She did what she did
With her own special style 
And as proof of her power,
She got me to smile.

So thank you, dear Cheftzi!
I was a bit crazed
But by working g some magic,
My spirits were raised.

*pronounced Hefty

State of Fate

Through the faded door of never mind.
Couldn't find the button to rewind.
A lost cause that was left behind.
Two stars that just never aligned.

The what if's stayed where no one looked.
One little taste and then you're hooked.
The pot was boiling but nothing cooked.
Turn off the burner, room's been rebooked.

You walk the aisles browsing the styles.
And then check out as love beguiles.
Succumbing  from her gentle wiles.
As you wonder if love reconciles.

The past caught up too late to matter.
There's no one left pitching the batter.
The game's been canceled on account of chatter.
The rules only count for the mad hatter.

I'm going home where no one lives.  
I do what I want, no one forgives.
As the meaning wanes with derivatives'.
When the walls and the ceiling leak like sieves.

The past is still calling, the present is stalling.
Tomorrow's creeping, but barely crawling.
Till love come's again to find you falling.
And chances of hope don't end up appalling.


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