Weeping Widows

Wailing for their men,
Weeping widows in a row
Sorrow, no solace.

Hard fought wars in vain;
History keeps repeating
Our eternal sigh.

Plea to See

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Art, art, where art thou?
Modern art, you’re elusive;
Appear before me.

Is there a message?
What mystery do you hold?
Oh, nothing at all.

Image: Pixabay

He snickers at me;
Poppy seed between my teeth.
That’s my morning bling.

Chomping my breakfast,
An everything bagel
Gives me my black gem.

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Weary pretender
He dreams of high-heeled shoe wear,
Miniskirts and slips.

Render him female
A padded bra and panties,
Starters to mend her.

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