The Affair

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He was on auto-pilot, busy

With a business affair, engaged

After work hours, pencil skirts

Slips and miss-slips, 

That often left her recounting 

Calendar days, from the business dinner

Meeting, that never exceeded past a minute late,

Never surpassed the afternoon valet rate,

Check balanced, with the alibi he told his wife.

Today's world catastrophe vacated offices,

Encouraging everyone to work from home,

Lingering around the ground floor,

Convinced it was too soon to head home,

Their rendezvous started sooner than ever before,

The trailing of the cars,  

No need to valet, okay to self-park,

A different air about the day, 

Leaving his phone in the glove compartment.

Untitled, Anna 2020

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She doesn't want me anymore

How can she say we will remain friends

When I've valued her as being so much more

I can feel her severing ties 

She's completely running away

Her truth is in the smell of her new perfume

She's certainly overdressed for the occasion

Does she not feel the death of our marriage

She even did that thing with her hair

Glamorized, in this tragedy of my life

Divorcing amicably, nodding, agreeing 

Absorbed, pushing towards the end

I never envisioned this happening

Watching the rapid strokes of her pen

The tapping of it on the desk

Ready to sign again

Who is this woman!

Hold My Hand, Dear Lord

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I look good today

My smile is brighter than the morning light

I've been meditating and praying, living the abundant life

Grateful for everything I have in my life

Woke up this morning in my new life

Slipped into my comfy two-piece loungewear set

Poured me a cup of coffee to sit at my desk

It's going to be a good day

Blessings and opportunities await

I am showered with grace

Ow, this man that I'm with

He's noticing the change

I can feel him breathing down my neck

He's looking for ways to distract me

So I ask, Do you need something, Honey?

I've been trying to show him another way of life

Something worth trying, for something to change

I haven't bothered him much, but he's more in my day

Observing and fixated with being in my space

So I ask, Do you need something, Honey?

I sit and listen to all his complaints

It's been fourteen years, and nothing has changed

I decided to stop waiting on his promises and payday

Stepped right into my abundant life, today

Changed my energy, my routine, formed new habits

Started thinking positively, became more discipline,

Started setting goals, stopped absorbing his negativity!

Ow, this man that I'm with is shaking in his bones

Still, he's unwilling to follow my MO

Still, he's unwilling to pick up the Bible

Still, he's unwilling to pray with me

Still, he's unwilling to meditate with me

Still, he's unwilling to start eating healthy

Still, he's unwilling to exercise and walk with me

Still, he's unwilling to save money

Still, he's unwilling to plan a trip out of country

This man's low self-esteem doesn't match my outfit

I told you, I look good today!

Do you need something, Honey?

Another poem to read:  Brand New

The Streetlights

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I don't know anything about love

But I like this boy

All the girls like him too

They have a better chance of him liking them back

I have to be in the house

When the streetlights come on

The streetlights be ruining my life

I don't know what I would say to him

All I know is that I hope I don't stutter

My stuttering problem is worse when I'm in a rush

I swear them lights be coming on early

The streetlights be ruining my life

Hope

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I don't want to be like

the waves crashing, spitting up

high in-between the rocks,

carried by the direction of the wind,

never reaching the shore.

Another poem to read: An Adult's Cry

Boss Lady

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She brought me home,

Had to balance her checkbook first,

Before she could officially start company,

She plugged the figures into her spreadsheet,

Something wasn't figuring out,

She turned to her husband,

Chewed him out until he found the receipt, 

It proved that he wasn't back on drugs,

I just stood there feeling his embarrassment,

His shame, a blunt attack that proved he still wasn't trusted,

I was shocked by her rage, she erupted like a volcano,

I wasn't prepared to witness this version of a love story.

Another poem to read: 2nd Edition

The Accuser

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Let me praise Him louder

While you plot your twisted schemes

I see you with open eyes now

I see you've been studying me

Your traps are meticulously planted 

And I say, look at this 

Would you just look at this

Look at this trap 

Wow, look at this one here

And look at that one there

The Accuser

Ready to kill, steal, and destroy

At any given moment

Ready to devour your heart 

Ready to destroy God's beautiful work of art

The Accuser hates it so much, 

The Accuser is furious!

The User

Ready to use all his recruits

The ones who willingly let him use them

Ready to ruin your everything, and your everything's everything

The Accuser hates to hear about His grace and mercy

Or anything about Him being sufficient 

The Accuser hates that you won't settle for his nothings!

The Accuser hates to hear me praise Him

The Accuser hates when I pick up my sword by saying His name

Jesus! 

I twist the sword by saying it again

Thank you, Jesus!

I see your traps

I see the recruits that you use

Some of them use to be a part of my tribe

You hunted and recruited my closest, to get inside

You really came with your best of bests

You really wanted to see me fallen

You really wanted to see me crawling

You wanted me slithering like you across the floor

You wanted me far removed from the Lord

I see you Satan

Thank you, Jesus!

Another poem to read: Battlefield

Brand New

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Distant I've become,

Wondering around in my mind,

New sights, new flights,

Newness in my life,

Anew in your eyes. 

Another poem to read: The Woman

Haste is Waste

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haste is waste like fast food /
served by employees driven by fear /
fear of not being good enough / fearing
termination of a minimum wage / haste is waste
like undeveloped relationships / the hit and quit /
like a parked car placed in neutral / rolling back
down the driveway / like a lease signed quickly
to avoid homelessness / in a community
where there is no peace / like getting a loan
for school admission / without a well-thought-out
written plan / for an unplanned future you fear
you won't have

haste is waste like a cup of ramen noodles /
it expands in a cup to be eaten / and still
you feel like you haven't eaten enough /
haste is waste like quick decisions / pressured by time
that's not flying / it's ticking / slowly taking its time /
Time is King / never in a haste /
you're going to have to wait /
on His perfect timing /
you're going to have to wait /

for His divine timing / perfectly orchestrated /
you are going to have to wait now /
haste is waste

Another poem to read: The Calling

Mr. Dapper

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look at what I wanted / look at what I desired /

someone who would never show me his truth /

In love with the mystery of a man / he was so charming 

and handsome / had a presence / he would never go unseen /

a dapper gentleman / smelled of amber / myrrh

and testosterone / I was enamored / I was strung along 

on a budding love’s high / blinded by expectations / 

envisioned a desirable vision of love / enjoyed the joyride

like a sightseeing lift passing by evergreen / the scenic route

filled with all my imaginings / gassed up what we really were /

eyes glossed over in total admiration / in denial /

obsessed with my fantasy / being in his company /

I romanticized his every action / valued them more 

than the effort and thought he put into them / appreciated 

every moment of him / given to me / slowly I was 

lowered down to reality / down to common sense /

it picked at my subconscious / taunted me 

with where we would eventually be / off the high 

and thrill  / when all becomes familiar 

and I am no longer the spark and newness in his life / 

rumored to be a ladies man / why didn’t I think 

he’d do me the same way?

Another poem to read: Horse and Carriage