"The Arabian Nights"
Underneath the oceans veil.
Mystery lies within.
Beyond Orion's belt, I shift my mind to sail.
Within me, every constellations hides secrets of sin.
Allowing me, to time frame the world of yesterday.
I found portals with no way-out.
Covering every bruise that my body had on display.
Drawing along the mist of no doubt!
I tie eternity into loopholes with no ending.
Singing a song that lacks the strength to be strong.
Trying hard to swallow words that have no mending.
Babbling at my tongue, when one's heart is wrong.
I hide in the light, away from the darken mist.
A sprint sensation lurking down-under.
Anthologies written only to exist.
A place that strikes louder than thunder.
Eyes that port and slow everything down.
Mysteries behind, a deadly desert storm.
Slaving under the 3rd crown.
Candlelight's guiding a new wedding form.
Executed in a thousand tales, of romance.
Knocking at my door ending another dream.
A sensual marriage with regrets, and loss of chance.
Dancing streams with no means.
Avalon, closing over an Arabic Night.
A story cradling me in bed.
By morning dawn I will no longer see light.
Waking up to another Arabian Night.
NOTE~ I read the book 5 years ago.
ABOUT~ "THE ARABIAN NIGHTS."
the book is Full of mischief, valor, ribaldry, and romance,
I based my poem On the Queen,
Who's Husband would kill his new wife after one night of marriage...
Most of my lines are metaphorical, about the mysteries and stories told...
enjoy~~ click about this note
The Luckiest Man
I have found that not everyone is as strong
As the skies are wide and the days are long
But in life I have found there is this one
Whose bounty makes me feel as warm as the sun
And from the moment that she first caught my eye
I knew I’d be with her til’ the day that I die
That I would love and cherish her all the day through
And do all those little things we men are supposed to do
And spend my days lost in utter bliss
That I had this beautiful woman to kiss
And there’s one true fact ‘bout her being my girl
That makes me the luckiest man in the world
His jazz collection fills the spare bedroom
Music man, you see, was his nom de plume
Our wedding album rests on the nightstand
A keepsake for my viewing on demand
The tarnished silver comb that stroked his hair
Lays on the dresser beside his easy chair
The carnation he wore on our wedding day
A keepsake preserved in a glass display
The love notes he sent are bound in a box
I read them again when life deals hard knocks
His old Volvo still sits in the driveway
In it he proposed to his fiancé
I’ve clung to these treasures, lived in the past
Keepsakes from four years that went by too fast
Comfort they bring as he watches from above
John, my husband, the only man I’ve loved
We let down the top to soak in the sun
Now that the harshness of winter is done
As you let back the seat and put your feet on the dash
Saying, “keep your eyes on the road I don’t want to crash”
I truly must admit that I’m torn completely in two
The coast has its beauty, then again so do you
As the beauty of the Sun is absorbed by your skin
Like a kid at the candy store I simply want to dig in
If life is a candy store sweetheart you are the treat
All the other candy I tasted, never tasted so sweet
The reason I love summer is because of the heat
The skimpier the bikini, the greater the treat
I can’t begin to express how wonderful you are
Saying, “hey take a look at her I’ll steer the car”
At first I truly had no idea what I should say?
Though now it’s, “ok sweetheart, have it your way”
I think that is because you know these words are true
I may take look at her but I shall forever belong to you
Summer is a time that is as bright as the sun
Out goes the cold as it’s replaced by the fun
We have our barbecues and sit under the stars
Let down the tops and go for rides in our cars
Go tend to our gardens in farmer John clothes
Truly amazed at how fast everything grows
Go hang out at the river as well as the lake
Cover ourselves in oil than let our skin bake
Embrace the moments because these words are true
The days last much longer and the sky is so blue
The dog days of summer I reckon that’s so
We bark and howl at folk we don’t even know
If life is banquet then summer is the feast
I think we should gobble it up, to say the least
Written for john's Summer contest.
Sweet laughter and devotion, I have shared with none.
This restless heart so tired, of being all alone.
I’ve tried the life of Paul, but it gave not enough.
My heart is overflowing with aching, needful love.
Lord, bring me a companion, but not just any man.
He must be one of valor, or leave me as I am.
Make him strong as Moses, a leader in Your truth.
And I will stand beside him, that I may be his Ruth.
Someone to correct me in, things I need to know;
Reproving me, thus gently, in order that I grow.
Bring me one like Jonathan, loyal to the end;
And I will love forever, this man that is my friend.
Even in the hard times, he will choose to stay;
And we will seek for healing, together, as we pray.
A Boaz to protect me, in safety He will lead,
That I may rest completely, in all that my heart needs.
Someone true like Joseph, my words he will believe;
His faithfulness long-lasting, when others would deceive.
And don’t forget Dear John, his loving heart’s embrace;
With eyes that will behold me, in honor, truth, and grace.
But mostly find the heart, of Jesus that forgives;
Then, with this man you bring me, forever I will live.
My shallow waters have failed to hide
the deeper agony pulsating inside.
I could forgive your lies but not forget.
Do you have remorse, do you feel regret?
Feelings were buried in a shallow grave
as we failed to mend the love God gave.
You failed to speak and I failed to listen,
Fingers are pale where golden bands once glistened.
Broken hearts called to each other refusing to bend.
Not so long ago, I called you my best friend.
Now, I'm left to grieve my failed marriage.
The love we shared, your words disparaged.
I could forgive your lies but not forget.
Where is your remorse or display of regret?
I can no longer burden myself with this shame.
Standing tall, I have given my sorrow a name.
I struggled to save our once happy home,
but you chipped it away when you decided to roam.
So goodbye I shout to you and to failure!
Moving forward, your love is no longer my cure.
My life is becoming a new adventure,
and memories of your face are becoming a blur.
Yes, I could have forgiven your lies, tried to forget,
if your heart felt remorse or just a little regret.
* a work of fiction
For Nailed or Failed Contest (Black Eyed Susan)
Here further down the hillside slope
Down close to the creek with hope
My husband bought a house, land
Fenced in and made many plans
Subdued the land to cow pasture
And planted a garden, fruit trees sure
Fathered another child to call him sir
The creek seemed to like the stir
Enjoyed the children for a little while___
Loved them so that it made her smile
Today she loves grandchildren the same
No girls there are in frills ___tame
The creek keeps on flowing to the sea
The land is mostly stripped of trees
(This is my adaptation of Robert Frost's poem "The Birthplace". I hope that it does not insult
The Day The Dog Died
The very day her dog had died ;
she sat alone and cried and cried.
He'd been her companion for many a day ;
she thought he'd be there when SHE went away.
She wept and wept all through the night ;
somehow, her husband would make it all right.
They got in the car and went to the pound ;
she, so discouraged, just looked at the ground.
"Pick out another", her old husband said ;
"You have to face it, your boy dog is dead."
Then the old lady walked slowly outside ;
tears rolled down her face, she wanted to hide.
Up rambled an old dog, a female was she ;
crawled into their car, as bold as could be.
The dog sat patiently waiting there ;
not moving a muscle, going nowhere.
"She just picked us out !", the old lady cried ;
"I thought I'd have no friend till' the day I died."
Now both the old girls sit in a chair;
discussing the world and going nowhere.
That little dog had a very sad past ;
now, she has someone to love her, at last.
She's given the dog a name, Dee Dee,
she listens intently, her chin on Mom's knee.
They pass the long hours being together;
in rain or snow, through all kinds of weather.
So, if this is a "dog's life", lucky is she;
there's just not a better place to be.
Perhaps they will leave on the very same day,
for, to each, there is no other possible way.
I think of them often....they'r gone from this earth;
I'm nearing her age and I not nearly her worth.
Although. three little dogs sit on my bed;
listening and playing and tilting their heads,
at each and everything I say;
like it was important in some sort of way.
I understand the importance of each little creature ;
to someone, somewhere, for they are the teachers.
The night grows heavy as the bells do toll,
And tears will fall, all will behold.
As deep in Gods earth is laid to rest half a soul
Once entwined and beautifully blessed.
Now those left behind will cry out with envy,
For the peace of ages the lost holds so clearly.
Those hearts left behind will cry out with the cold
As bittersweet memories circle of old.
Emblazoned images circle of walks once walked,
As the other half now goes with God to talk.
Hearts do tremble with sadness that once knew love,
As time stretches, a lonely run begun.
Time will carry forth until the other flies free
Dispatched by deaths angel to soar with the breeze.
Then those dispatched by deaths’ grim thoughts will unite
Together to find peace at last.
As the breathes of two souls will heal and hold fast,
And love will again hold them close, at last.
There was a little boy so blue.
Amongst the pain of life he grew.
He wondered where he'd be one day,
so, Satan helped to lead the way.
He longed to walk home in the sun,
but evil forces made him run.
The Fallen Angel's sick revenge
was to use children to avenge.
He made them bullies; very cruel.
"Persecute this child to - and - from school!"
No one to trust to teach him well,
so evil led his pride to swell.
There was a little girl as well.
Who grew up in a different hell.
She was abandoned by her Mom.
Her life was anything but calm.
She was adopted by a frigid pair,
but she longed for love and truth to share.
Nobody seemed to fit the mold,
Consumed with lies that she was told.
Satan also grabbed this chance.
She ran through life without a glance.
A player; she could not commit.
Her soul-mate had to be legit.
Now, he's my husband; I am his wife.
I finally took that chance in life.
For I was ready to forgive,
But he had never learned to live.
How ironic, that these two should meet.
I'm ready to ground; he runs in defeat. .
Now here I sit back at the start,
While my "soul-mate's" going to break my heart.
See, he's still a runner and I'm here to stay.
Two people can't grow if one is this way.
He promised to give his soul to me,
But I am still one in this unity.
We have since decided to compromise and things are much better.
On a slope graced with green
White marble stands in proud salute
For beneath these engraved pillars of memory
Lie the resting places of heroes
A solitary green fir looks down
As if sheltering the lost and the taken
So many names, from all walks of life
A father, brother a girlfriend or wife
On a sunny day, they glow radiant like their lives
On a dull day, they stand out against the greys
For the living, life goes on
Tomorrow is another day
My favorite actor I can easily say would have to be Johnny Depp,
When he has a new movie coming out, it puts a spring in my step;
My husband thinks that he’s insane, but that adds to his allure,
Has there ever been another actor that can play in rolls so obscure;
Take Edward Scissorhands for example, who else could pull that off,
There’s not another actor that could, but still my husband scoffs;
So versatile in playing roles from Cry-Baby to Sleepy Hollow,
And I’ll admit while watching scenes in Chocolat, I found it hard to swallow;
I have yet to see another actor who could match Depp in his whit,
Although Alice in Wonderland kind of freaked me out a bit;
The Pirates of the Caribbean movies all had me on my toes,
But Charlie and the Chocolate Factory was a little weird, I suppose;
That having been said, he’s brilliant, No other can compare,
And when I see his picture posted, I can’t help but stop and stare!
~For Amy Green's Choose One, Have Fun Contest~
-My Subject is Johnny Depp-
I have never met an Angel sent here to save me,
I have known a few great souls but they always leave,
Be it by the changing of pages within the book of fate,
Or by the cold harsh clock of death, never arriving late.
There are scars inside me on my heart written on my soul,
But when I am near this man I feel as if he can chase away the demons taking control,
He is the candle burning in a dark dungeon, the one who lights my path,
When I am too weak to walk, the assaulting demons are left to face his wrath.
My lover, my friend, my husband my man,
To love me, to comfort me, he does all that he can.
When it comes to his love no greater honor bestowed on me.
For I have never met an Angel, but he is as close as I will ever see.
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I was talkin' with the Lord when He said to me
"Are you okay? Need some company"?
I told Him that even with all His creatures
I couldn't find one that had my features.
"Well, no need to worry about it." He said
Then he gave me a nightcap, and put me to bed.
When I awoke I was awfully sore
Little did I know there was to be a lot more.
For He had taken a bit of my hair and a piece of bone
And whilst I slept, formed for me a unique companion.
I caller her "Eve" as it seemed to fit
As time went by we were a hit.
We would talk and eat and walk the garden nude
No neighbors as yet, we needn't be prude.
Then one day she said to me,
"Hey Adam, here, try some fruit from this tree."
Not knowing the difference between evil and good
I took a big bite, as together we stood.
Then in a flash everything turned black
I knew we were in for some serious flak.
"What have you done?" I asked aloud
"Was this from the tree, which was not allowed?"
"Well", she said, "The snake gave me the word
That if we ate it, we would be like the Lord."
We realized we were naked and ran off for some leaves
When the Lord started calling, we were hiding in the trees.
"What's going on?" He said to me
"Have you eaten of the forbidden tree?"
Like all blame shifting men not skipping a beat
"Yes, Lord", I said, "Eve gave me some to eat.
"You foolish creatures . . . it would have been wise
You could have spent eternity in this Paradise."
"I'm sorry Lord, I can't say it enough."
"You're right, you can't, so I'm making this rough!
Because now, you will have to scratch out a life
For yourself, your children, and especially your wife.
If you think this is bad, you're in for a trick
Wait until some banker dreams up plastic.
She'll be shopping and buying and going all around
It'll be enough, to put you in the ground.
As for her, she'll suffer as much and more too
After all, now she'll have to put up with you!"
So an angel took us to the gate in the garden wall
Saying only, "Be careful, now it will hurt if you fall."
So there we were, On the Outside Looking In
At that manicured garden, where we committed our sin.
I wouldn't mind if so much weren't at stake
Now all she says is, "I have a headache."
I've tried to forgive her and a gentleman be
But I still can't let her control the remote for the TV.
So here I am thinking, "I've been such a dupe,
For posterity . . . I'll put this on Poetry Soup!"
So many trials seem to be filled up with so much fear
So many ask, “Oh Dear Lord, what am I doing here”?
So many questions that I have come to know
If we just plant a seed, with water it will grow
I have a natural green thumb that now is wasting away
Along with a mind that does love to go out and play
Times I still ask, “How did this all came to be”
What was it that my wife was able to see in me?
She says that my heart was the most beautiful around
It still blows me away, for I clearly remember the sound
Her voice was so soft, her tone was so sweet
I was nothing less than pure evil upon two feet
Had been years since anything had took me by surprise
Ice cold is what the rest of the world had seen in my eyes
I looked at her smiled and laughed in my cold convict way
She smiled and said, “Why you want to be mean anyway”
I told her, “I reckon we are all born to just what we are”
She said, “So why are you a dope cook instead of a star”
That question stopped me right there dead in my tracks
I thought, “This girl is a looker but God she is whacked”
Last night her and I sat out underneath the moon
Two very blessed souls swinging in our sliver spoon
Just a little swing we built together out in our back yard
Place to just sit back and rest after a day long and hard
I once again ask her, how in the world could you ever know?
“My Grandmother was preacher, I could see her in you soul”
Which led me to speak out my truth for I learned to not lie
"My grandmother was also in yours, answering the entire “Why”
Grandmothers we respected and held above all others
Brought each of us together in the land born of lovers
Two Grandmother Spirits full of pure heavenly delight
Led their grandchildren into the valley born of the light
Now here we sit holding each other, each other high above
Because we share in the blessing of our Grandmothers love
Toni and I had lost our Grandmothers before we had ever met
though I knew of hers because she was a very powerful lady
and a down home speak in tongues Pentecostal Preacher that
had great respect up in these parts. After all these years we
confided in each other that we could see our grandmothers in
each others eyes. Thank you and God Bless, MJ
When Sparks Fly.
The magic in our togetherness make's sparks fly.
Years of me loving her, her heart will always be mine.
Our trials, our errors, through out our years.
Seeing grandchildren we made, strikes me to tears.
Two hearts we have still beat as one.
The magic of our love is like white morning doves.
We are still young then turning so old.
Magically we are still in love 7 times fold.
I have found my soul mate early in my life's stride.
We both believe our love, with togetherness is our pride.
Its the morning after the night before
As i leave my new wife, whom i lovingly adore
My orders came through, overseas i head
With my band of brothers, not knowing what's ahead
Married for days, whilst conflict takes him away
Holding sheets where we slept, my memory bouquet
At the bottom of our bed, there lies a virgin white rose
With a note beneath i am in momentary froze
I sit and stare as to what it might say
Knowing this is the day my love flies away
My darling Tinks i leave this white rose for you
Its pristine appearance describes my darling so true
It symbolises you, so innocent so pure
With your love in my heart, i will return i assure
Think of the day, from these distant lands from beyond
For the morning after the night before, we will respond
This virgin white rose, so bridal so pure
You and its safety i will secure, for you to return for our future
The day you come home, it shall lay on our bed
And we will continue our lives, as you have always said
I will go about my tomorrow's, thinking of you every day
And prey that this virgin white rose, never turns deathly grey
As I listen to the lark’s surreal melody to her mate.
I wonder does she ever feel there’s too much on her plate?
Ever beside him juggling, tediously feathering the nest,
in her discomfort struggling, incubating without rest.
I wonder if in her daydreams does she laze as her mind lingers
in bygone days pursued by teams, of young and gallant singers?
Or does she occupy her days with tending her small brood
not entertaining winsome ways as gaping nibs crave food?
Does he while out a’gathering, squirming tidbits for their young,
ever give way to lathering ‘cause his work is never done?
Does his keen eye ever wander over lighter creamy breasts
allowing himself to ponder his days of youthful quests,
or does his steadfast honor seek but to gather and bring home
supper for each tiny beak never thinking once to roam?
As I hear the song bird warble, with expectancy to her mate
I’m thankful for each morsel placed in love upon my plate.
And listening to the lark refrain his bride’s devoted call,
I find being called a birdbrain the best compliment of all.
I am fearful and full of dread,
As I lay here on our marriage bed,
We have had yet another fight,
And as yet it is our end of night.
He says he wants to show me he only cares,
But it is not love I feel as I lay there.
I say "No I am to sore and in pain."
He moves forward anyways as my tears fall down like rain.
I beg and plead and say "Please no more"
But that is not what for me he has in store.
I give up as my claims fall on deaf ears,
I just lay there in my pool of tears.
I know he knows what he is doing,
That this is not my choosing.
What once was an expression and an act of our love making,
Has now become something that he thinks is his right in just taking.
The days that I used to crave and hunger for his touch,
Have now turned to an act I must endure as such.
Even though he knows this is wrong and our fight has really has no end,
He believes that in this and this alone our love will transcend.
As he is holding me there on that bed,
Another world is where I go in my head.
He is my husband and I am his wife,
I can't believe this has become our life!
I lay there numb of spirit and mind,
Waiting and waiting for the end of time.
I think of all the ways that I can make him pay,
But in the end as usual I stay!!!
This is not the life I bargained for,
There in this life has to be more.
Why with this one man is it hard for me to walk away?
With any other man I would not stay!
Now the time has come that I can take no more,
Though the time has not come to settle the score.
He begs and pleads for me to stay,
He can't bare for our love to go away!
I still love him and I know that is sick,
But we cannot help who our hearts pick!
I can however leave him alone,
I won't write nor will I phone.
His days of cruel treatment and torture so vile,
Are long over, there will be no trial!
I have become judge, jury and executioner in this relationship!
You can bet there will no second trips!
Time to move on and to heal,
I cannot and will not give him an appeal.
A new life is what I am forever bound,
A new love is what I found.
He does not get all of me,
For now he is fine to let me be.
Will I ever be able to love again with all my heart?
Who knows, but now is the time to start.
If I held you close would you mind?
If I said to love me a minute longer would you have time?
If I said to kiss me would i feel that you care?
If I looked at you for hours would you mind that I stared?
If forever is what i wanted would you promise to be true?
If I told you would you believe me If I said I love you?
If all these things I ask of you, you tell me you can do?
Then theres one more question that I have for you .....Is your answer I do?
When I think of the Lord, I think of you and I
Just as when I look for rain, my eyes look to the sky
There is one thing in this life, that I can clearly see
Just as the Lord made me for you, he made you for me
Today was a real bad day, you know these words are true
Right up till the point and time, I made it home to you
Then just as it always does, your love swept me away
Just one smile from you, brightens up my darkest day
I love the way you stand by me, forever at my side
That’s why as I look at you, my eyes are filled with pride
At times I want to scream and shout, others bounce and run
Just the sound of your voice, makes those feelings come undone
I do not know what I’m trying to say, I just hope my actions show
That you are and will forever be, the most beautiful thing I know
And never will this heart of mine, lose one drop of its romance
For every single time I look at you, sweetheart I want to dance
Toni you are the beauty, and I reckon that makes me the beast
Since our love is life's banquet, know that I am here to feast
STILL NOT DEAD ( no kids allowed 2 read)
This morning I took my med.
taking more than my dose.
I am still here thrown in bed,
Lifeless and nobody knows.
I am still alive I am still not dead
I don't think I succeeded my overdose.
Should have cut my vain instead,
or stuck a whole ounce my nose.
To scared to put a gun to my head,
that would have been very gross.
Couldn't even stand it if I bled,
Stupid, me now I find a hose down my nose.
Still not dead,
Regret the day you propose.
The day I said "I DO" I dread
The feelings that came, I let nobody know.
Thinking of ways of dying instead,
holding my breath is all I show.
All this started on the day of our wed,
imagination took over making my mind blow.
Finding my self here still not dead,
Who said suicide is easier than a DIVORCE !!
=( Not a fact, just humor over my marriage! )=
Make a wish then live that way
Me, I don’t know what to say
Since one and one equal two
I simply do what I must do
The hardest choice I now make
I prefer my icing on top the cake
My taste is set I will never roam
In your heart, I’ve found my home
Your love is like a rush of power
A thorny rose of tender flower
I swear of this I could not joke
Be still the thorn inside the poke
Like a lake aside a mountain pass
Your eyes are pools of liquid glass
Inside those pools what I see
A hero is what you see in me
You’ve made a hero of a villain
In your arms, I’m happy Chillin’
Days to weeks, months to years
To you who comforts all my fears
I reckon that, which I wish to say
I would die for you this very day
A Prayer for my Wife
Now I’ll tell you all the details if I can keep from sheddin’ a tear
Last night when it got late and really quiet around here
I got down on my knees, crossed my heart and began to pray
And in the darkness between me and God, here’s what I had to say
I love her so much Lord and I just don’t know what I’d do
I’m afraid that she won’t make it, that’s why I’m coming to you
Here with my heart open, at your mercy down on my knees
I’m begging’ you with every heartbeat, Oh Lord hear my pleas
I don’t know what your plans are or what you have in store
And I know I don’t deserve her and that she deserves much more
And don’t misunderstand Lord, I don’t assume any obligation
For your bounty in our life has exceeded all our expectations
But please allow her to live and me to be a part of that life
And I swear I’ll make this beautiful woman proud to be my wife
And if it’s not in your plans Lord then I pray that you take me instead
Cause’ I can’t live without my love, I’d be better off dead
And no excuses for my past Lord, but I’ll do better than I’ve done
I ask you only this, my lord, in the name of your Son.
I wiped my tears as I said my amen’s and prepared myself to stand
Stepped up next to your bed and began to caress your pretty hand
I stared off into space as all the memories came flooding in
Reliving each and every moment, over and over again
And as the first rays of sunshine, streamed in past the curtain
I felt an overwhelming peace calm my mind and ease the hurtin’
I felt compelled to kiss you so I pressed my lips to your face
And it seemed the room was filled in the beauty of God’s living grace
And you slowly opened your eyes and smiled for me to see
And I knew the Lord my God had given my sweet wife back to me
The taste of homemade Carmel so sweet/ everyone I know desires the treat.
After one night in the kitchen covered/ half the pan gone, next morning discovered.
Is it my beagle Lily whom loves any food? / she seems in a hyper beagle mood.
I know I heard a squeak in the night / a dream ? No, for low was the kitchen light.
T'was my husband, for he can't resist/ soft , buttered brown sugar , a Vanilla twist.
A small romantic rain poem dedicated to hubby.
wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare
"Ohhhh Rain..Shower again!!!!! "
Showering in the rain,
Draining the pain!
Enflueraging the essence of arenicolous sand,
Feeling blessed porting on this beautiful greenary land! Trees were roaming
under fiercing winds,
Thanks nature for benevolently so kind!
Sip of sizzling coffee With Caramalized sugar,
Cheers hubby to accompany me my gelling agar!
Wanna capture this Driplets of aromatic water nearby lake,
So that I can make an icy snowflake!
That's amazing, "but ohhhh God, I wish my honey is here".
Wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare
Your sweet sparkling eyes, a blue pretty hue;
those were a feature that drew me to you.
I saw you the second time at our church dance,
where I’d gone to find you - in search of romance!
Although you could barely dance too well at all,
I loved your brown hair and your slim form so tall.
Another girl danced with you; I made a plan!
That little blonde woman would not have MY man.
I stared at you dancing and willed you to see
that there was another with whom you should be.
I kept my eyes trained on your sweet eyes of blue
until you then noticed me gazing at you. . .
Now 40 years later, you’ve lost your dark hair.
You’re still tall, though heavier, but I don’t care.
Your eyes become bloodshot from having to drive
long hours for work, yet back home you arrive. . .
And I am here waiting each night when I see
those blue eyes I know are meant only for me!
(For the guy that drives me crazy sometimes, but oh well,
what can ya do??? written April 2 for the funny Face Contest of Poetess Darkly)
The vernal pool of Heaven opens Lenore looks down upon LOVE lost
Lotus blossoms floating on air , swallowing the Sunlight and Die in the Frost
The softness of the Feathers of an ANGEL’S WING Touched by LENORE and I
True sadness Entwines Our Hearts Together, FOREVER as ONE in Each Others Eye
These are the Words of YOUR Earthly LOVER, Harry YOUR Husband, He LOVES YOU
Shh! Lenore Gestures with Her Finger to HER LIPS, My Beloves : “ Poetry; So True “
You are His Guardian ANGEL Asks LENORE : “ I am “ “ KASHINATH “ Forever LOVE”
Your wings Flutter so, “the Flowers Singing, Dew crying to the Hot Sun ABOVE"
Lenore “Take Words from My Heart, to My BELOVED : Serenade Him with Infinity
Flap Your Wings, ride the Wind of Heaven Go to him, and say I wait for His Eternity
Inspired by The Contest " Reflection " Sponsored By
" Constance La France " ~ A Rambling POET ~
By HGARVEY Daniel Esqure -- HG
Dedicated to Those Waiting For Us at The Pearly Gates
We share a look from across the room and I saunter into your arms,
No matter how hard I try to defy, I can never resist your charms;
You slip a hand behind my head and drag me into your kiss,
You tantalize my senses as I lose myself to bliss;
Desire takes over my body as you take my breath away,
We stand in utter silence, we’ve nothing left to say;
There is an overpowering smell of whiskey and cheap perfume,
But locked in a passionate kiss, we’re alone in the crowded room;
Your kisses taste so potent, I savor the exotic flavor of you,
Your intoxicating to my senses, like the sweetest morning dew;
Wrapped in a fervent embrace, our bodies meld to form one;
I lose myself to you and it’s only just begun...
It seems I wanted too much:
or may be just a touch.
May be a little bit more:
happiness with the one I adore.
May be a good morning kiss,
or sweet words: “My honey I miss”.
It seems I wanted too much:
to be happy as such,
to fly in the sky like a bird,
to be understood without a second word,
to listen to the songs of my Lord,
to give a smile and behave like a child.
It seems I wanted too much:
to live without any mistakes,
without any heart breaks.
I wanted my soul not to be cold,
to live without any storms,
to feel your heart warmth.
It seems I wanted too much:
to turn into a dove,
to swim on the waves of love,
to meet with you every dawn,
to have the wings of a swan
and never be alone.
It seems I wanted too much...
Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
Please pass me a double with 100-proof zing
No, I’ve no money, but I’ll pay with this ring
Yes, it’s a diamond yet it lost its luster
I found him with her; my mind did fluster
So I tossed the harlot out of our house
And called him a thoughtless cheating louse
I’ll need more booze if you want to hear more
There are some trespasses you can’t ignore
Shot him in the kneecap, crippled that lout
So now there’ll be no more running about
Hey, that ring’s two carats, worth a refill
I’ll take another shot of this swill
I tossed him the cell to call 9-1-1
My goose is cooked; the law will soon come
Fill one more to go ‘fore I hit the road
And thanks for allowing me to reload
*Entry for Natalie’s “Confessions to a Bartender” contest
A LIFETIME FRIEND
He's my husband my partner my lover my friend.
A lifetime spent together until the very end.
We were just teens when we first met.
Us staying together caused our friends to loose their bet.
He taught me the good things I needed to know.
Teaching me about life's highs and lows.
He taught me how to be a good wife and mother.
Also taught me how to treat and be kind to others.
We were both each others childhood sweethearts.
So growing up together we decided to never part.
As the years pass we'll always be together.
Cause we believe our love will last forever.
Entered in Micheal Hornschuch"Ode to a friend"contest
I had the best time tonight, Now please shut the door.
I wanna show you just what I have been waiting for,
Candle light flickers and dances all across the wall,
I can feel your heartbeating, your chest rise and fall.
I lean in real close and press your lips to mine,
You carress my neck and I get tingles down my spine.
One "clinging" of two glasses, and the sweet taste,
These are special times in which I don't wish to waste.
Pick me up baby, wrap me completely in those strong arms,
Make me feel how much you want me, it won't do no harm.
I can smell the roses, and see petal's scattered all across the bed.
what do you say we see how many sticks to the back of my head.
You can move really fast, or take your time if you desire,
It's going to take a very long time, to put out this fire.
I need you baby, so bad that I am shaking,
enough chit-chat......back to this Love we are making.
If you promise to take every last drop I have to give,
I promise to be your Valentine, for as long as we both shall live.
Who's Romantic Now?
My Hubby is so Romantic that he told me I had infinite beauty the other day.
And he said he is going to prove it, by looking at me from infinity, far away.
But that’s OK I have to say, for he looks a lot like me.
And I send him daily off to infinity; as to work he has to be.
Now what’s so romantic about that, you may rightly ask?
You see… he was supplying my muse, so my poem won’t come in last.
CSEastman: Written on: 4-10-2012
Contest: 1-6 lines of Romance & Love Free Poetry Contest
Many beautiful women in this café
I scan their painted faces, seeking a way
To approach each of them and ask my question
Are you the spark of my husband’s obsession?
Late at night, your perfume wafts from his pillow
I lie awake as my suspicions billow
Are you the reason I’m lying there alone?
He stays out so late now, never even phones
The ebony-haired woman with dark brown eyes
Is she the one behind his excuses, lies?
Or perhaps the redhead’s bright, engaging smile
Has led my man astray with her carefree wiles
A mother of four, my body can’t compare
To those who are blessed with such sensual flair
For more than a decade I satisfied him
But now my mind’s absorbed by prospects so grim
We’re Catholic and divorce is prohibited
But no longer is desire exhibited
By the one who stood by my side every day
Raising our family in God’s intended way
Is she the one, that striking blonde in the corner
Who’s transformed my mate into a foreigner?
Perhaps it’s better if I don’t learn the truth
And forego the tactics of acting a sleuth
I pick up my purse, pay the bill, reach the door
But can’t help looking around the room once more
Before walking across the street to our church
To light a candle, on a wooden pew perch
And pray for answers to these questions inside
Seeking direction from my spiritual Guide
What do you mean you see lies in my eyes?
Stop it now hon...Can't stand it when you cry
You do NOT know me! I swear I would never...
(What can I do? Can't hide this forever)
She asked me to dance, I was just being kind
Got crazy and drunk, lost track of the time
She said she would drive 'cause she didn't drink
Whose car? Don't remember; ours, I think
Kiss her? No way! (At least not on the face)
Where? Well I guess we went back to her place
I swear to god hon, I'm telling the truth!
First time!...Her name? I-uh, think it was Ruth...
Can you ever forgive me? Please have a heart
Can't forget? Okay, I guess that's a start...
(DAMN IT, you're a fool! What the HELL did you do?
Shoulda' denied the whole thing; she doesn't trust you!
What about the others? Can't get any dumber!
Gotta' THINK...Oh god; did I give her my number?)
***Loosely based on the divorce of two very good friends of mine...
I sink into the steaming bath and soak my cares away,
A glass of wine to cure the pain the damp brought on today;
No screaming son to demand my time, today is just for me,
A book is all I need to be as content as I can be;
I call the local pizza place as the water cools and bubbles fade,
I order up a large for me and hope it’s not delayed;
Soon the delivery man is on his way with a heavenly pizza pie;
And I intend to enjoy every slice, just me, myself and I;
The rain is coming down in torrents as I snuggle up on the couch;
I slowly start feeling more like me, instead of Oscar the Grouch;
I turn on my favorite movie, the one I’ve seen a thousand times;
I enjoy every second as I relax, feeling sublime;
My family will be home soon and their needs I’ll have to tend;
The sun sinks lower in the sky, as my perfect day draws to an end.
Valentines day is always something special to me, I explained.
So I planned a romantic evening and got ready for my campaign.
The children were at a sleepover with their favorite friends they adore.
So I met my hubby as he came in, accidentally tripping and making him hit the door.
Thank God his head is hard as he hit that, the nearby TV, but very little more.
I made Cherries Jubilee as a snack while he sat there with an ice pack to his head.
But before I knew it, I’d knocked it over and almost burned down the house instead.
When he finally put the fire extinguisher away…
I got up and got some of the kids’ apple tarts I had made.
He bit in deep and burned his mouth, declaring he wasn’t hungry and the pain would fade.
Next he decided to go upstairs, but I had put rose petals down everywhere in spades.
And yes you probably guessed it… he slipped and ended up needing a little aide.
At this he decided to take an aspirin and lay down upon the couch. OH HHWell…
But I knew the rest needed to happen above, to totally create this romantic spell…
I had to get him to the candles and bubble bath, where my romantic dreams still dwelled.
So I got out some scarves and danced toward him, tying up his hands before he fell.
He never knew what hit him as he was lassoed and gently bounced up the stairs.
I guess I wouldn’t have had to tie his feet… a few words would have done as well.
But you know me when I get going, my mind tends to lose a few brain cells…
He was flustered, exhausted and bruised when he got there, but he’s made of the right stuff.
Though as I took off the scarves, he flopped on the bed pulling the covers over his head kind of rough.
He said he loved me, but living with me could be kind of tough.
He said it was better to leave it to him, for the romantic endeavors and such.
He said he had reservations and play tickets in his shirt pocket for later on that night.
But what he needed now was some aspirin and a few moments of quiet respite.
So with a sigh he started snoring, and my romantic dreams were momentarily crushed.
I dearly love the man you know. But, do you think maybe I tried too much?
He always says..."She has the "soul of a jewel"!!"
I always say...."She rides like a stubborn old mule"!!!
So...he wants me to ride in his old pick up truck..???
Well, I'm glad to tell you....he has run out of luck!!
I'll tell you why....
Would I lie???
It was once painted blue...but now the color is rust
But you can't be too sure...'cause it's covered in dust!
The engine has to idle...'bout half an hour is good..
You can feel the vibration, around the whole freakin' neighborhood!
If I open the door,...it makes a loud squeak
I must hold my breath....Eewwwww!! What are those odors?? It reeks!!
My life is in jeopardy if I go for a ride!
The windshield is dirty, we can't see from inside
It makes a weird noise...and rides bumpy and rough
The dashboard is peeling, and covered with "stuff"
The seat cushion's torn, it pokes at my rear
His dog sits beside us, and licks at my ear
There's no place below, to rest my feet
There's a hole in the floor....you can see the street!!!!
The windows don't close, so there's always a breeze
With old Kleenex flying...those were tossed when he sneezed...
Wrappers from Twinkies, a Burger King box...
One lonely old sneaker...and dirty old socks
If I had me some coffee...I'd really be set
'Cause those are dirty Styrofoam cups....and even more than that!
Half a stale donut is squished on the floor
Darn!! The dog beat me to it...and is looking for more!
The muffler is loose, you can see the sparks fly
Dirty looks from the folks, who get smoke in their eyes
When we drive by the neighbors, I duck my head and I hide
I'm no Prima Donna....but I've still got some pride!!
He loves that old truck....he calls her a gem!
If he had to choose between us.......I could be out on a limb!!!
For Paula's contest "Soul of a ........ & Life of a ........."
Darkness cloaks the curves and lines of your gentle face.
I imagine the silhouette of your timeless grace.
Effortless is your warm embrace, silence falls with sleep.
I only hear your rhythmic breath, familiar and deep.
Tasting endless love in night, we drink wedded bliss.
In the dark, a touch ignites the passion of our kiss.
Wakened 'neath a sprawling black sky, true love calls to me.
Sparks fly from the intensity of all we cannot see.
You can’t take back the tears I’ve shed,
you can’t take back the words you said!
You can’t take back the loneliness in my heart,
you can’t take back the feelings to depart!
You can’t take back the endless lies of deceit,
you can’t take back the miles of defeat!
You can’t take back the torture I’ve endured,
you can’t take back insecurities you’ve ensured!
You can’t take back the disloyalty to me,
you can’t take back the demeaning debris!
You can’t take back the selfish displays,
you can’t take back the relationship of decay!
You can’t take back the need to dominate,
you can’t take back the destruction you did create!
You can’t take back the chaos and mental despair,
You can’t give me back, wasted minutes, days, and years!
How do I know that love is true,
Is it what‘s felt between me and you;
I know it’s true, this love I’ve felt,
It’s the reason that on one knee, I knelt;
Is it more than a growing bond of trust,
More than desire, more than lust;
I never would have asked for your hand,
If I never thought you’d understand;
Is it the way you hold me when days are long;
Or the way you cheer me with a goofy song;
My love for you is infinite,
And never will my love remit;
Is it the way you kiss my tears away,
Or the soothing words you always say;
And I feel your love in your very touch,
I never thought I’d love so much;
So what is love you may inquire,
It’s the way you set my blood on fire!
The love I feel for you is true;
You know, I’d even die for you.
You gifted me a bouquet of flowers,
but felt like God has sent down beautiful showers
It took a long time for me to realize,
that its the time to open my eyes...
There was always an inner pride,
when you were sitting by my side
Now my little heart has a doubt,
can it stay away from you without?
With a hope,I expected your wishes.
later realized that I missed all your kisses
But now starring at the sky
and questioning myself ,why?
Unlike others,Day by day,my love grows,
God and me are the two persons who knows.
You still can spread smiles,
though you are away from me in miles
The feelings in my heart are so real,
and I beg your heart not to seal
You will never fully understand,
that without you my life cant withstand
It is 'you' whom now I rely upon,
I can bet our lives will soon turn on
We both know the present and past,
if we are together, our future will everlast.
So come kiss me and say good night,
Before the moon goes full and bright,
The eye lids blinking envied peeps,
To see your face in charming sleep.
Your hands, the warmth, it comfort me,
Your eyes, the pearls from lovely sea,
Their shyness sing and dance to heart,
No king or god shall see its art.
To hold your gentle skin to chest,
And lie on lap in complete rest,
Your pretty blossom face I kiss,
And dreaming places, holy bliss.
Your scent of roses bring me forth,
This pleasant chill from mountains north,
Your face that shine and smile with sun,
Reminds me of the love I won.
The western winds shall blow for you,
To fill your hairs with shining dew,
Your sparkling face bring back to life,
My soul I took with hunters knife.
But dying soul then lives again,
From death and night by breaking chain,
Your love keeps calling back to life,
To hear you sing, my charming wife.
I carried your heir for thirty six weeks
my womb is scarred evidence of my love for thee.
Some where here in these past years
I tripped, but my heart thine hands did snare.
No longer of mine but that of thou
my breath pumps by strength in thine prayer.
Here, today, thou long ago I heard you swear
our souls allready weld in unity before the Trinity
on the eve of mine Worlds Conception
and on the birth of our young Love's Creation
here, today, the heavens shall hear thou declare
thine love, tenderness and guardianship of me.
An oath of loyalty, strength and honor
to serve and protect my quivering cup of life.
That once my flower you pluck, I will be your divine
liquer of life, exhaling back becoming mine breath of life.
And here, the moment, I wait in suspense
for your vow and promise...
Excuse me? "F--- it?"
and here, this moment I am again deflowered.
The sip of nectar from your virginal bride
is now the reckless shot glass that wrecked your life.
In scores of of seventy years, I wonder still
was it your choice or mine?
A great poet can only be a great man
If words written are words lived on
What matters most is how we live
Not so much what words we give
Go ahead and speak partial truth
Lies fixed to give wolf wolf root
Tell me you were seduced...maybe
That you were raped….I can’t see
Speak of God with clean heart and hands
Or your soul is not worth quick sands
Your departure is full of sorrow
but i am always sure you will return tomorrow
My feelings for you are very true
till my last breathe i long for you
When ever a trouble came on my way
you sighed and with a gentle smile you sent it away
I heard the words fun n laughter
after you entered in my life,I could invite them with pleasure
You are always by my side
patting up my back and stepping me towards success side
Dearest Sweetheart,these words are from bottom of my heart
till the universe ends ,i will save them in my love cart.
Early one morning my Hubby was sleepily shuffling around and about.
Dawn was almost breaking and we were becoming late no doubt.
Toiletries were a waiting, as he shuffled near the morning throne.
Opening the lid, you’ll never guess what exited as a rocket blown.
EEEWWW …Poor little thing… Oh Who, you will never guess…
Out popped a little tree frog jumping at mach 2 in his quest…
Yes, he was wet and doing his very best as he stuck to the vanity.
For who can say how long he’d been trapped in there, you see?
It puzzled me to wonder… How he’d got to the second floor?
Poor little guy… I doubt he could have withstood very much more.
Now here we were to scare him… Yes, another time, I confide…
We had to get him past 3 dogs awaiting for food and to go outside.
It wouldn’t have been so bad if 3 squirrels weren’t watching from the tree.
None might have been so eager, if they’d known he came from our potty.
My jammied hubby ran for the mulch pile where sticks and leaves abound…
As I entertained the squirrels and doggies with tempting morsels all around.
Now I can’t say it was traumatic to save a little wayward froggy…
But I won’t be opening that lid without a light, especially, if I am groggy.
And I’ll move back out of range as I lift the lid… I thank you all the same.
And next time I won’t forget to clean the toilet in a timely way, to my shame.
And I won’t ask my hubby to wash his hands 10 times daily… come next May.
Now I know you may not believe me… but I'll take an oath on this… I say.
If I feel your heavenly touch in the flutter of a swan
You will know that my passion for you has never been withdrawn
If I see your sweet face in the blue sea we traveled upon
Such magic will just come in the most colorful hues of dawn
If I feel the spray of waves when I climb out on the jetty
I’ll sense the passion of your kiss when all cares did seem petty
If I wade into the sea, I’ll remember our last Christmas
The wading boots I bought you to fish filled you with so much bliss
If I leave footprints in the sand, I’ll recall days at the beach
When the warm, bright rays of a summer sun caused our hair to bleach
If I hear your gentle voice in limbs rustling through the forest
I’ll remember hearing you say, “Nature’s the premier florist”
If my eyes fill with tears as I recall your great loyalty
I’ll remember your strong intelligence; you seemed like royalty
If I sense your presence accompanying me as I walk
I’ll miss the sound of your deep voice and recall each time we’d talk
If our song is played on the radio, I’ll miss you even more
“Without You” by Nilsson recalls the sad day life shut the door
And if I meet you again in the blessings of afterlife
I’ll see your sterling-blue eyes and hear words that made me your wife
Written Monday, 3/23/14
Sorting through the worries in my head
Furious with the creaking of the bed
I toss and I turn
And I yearn and yearn
For answers to the questions of life
Wondering why I can’t be a good wife
And I hear his heavy breathing…
Rhythmic and slow
And I know
He is deep in his sleep
And I just want to weep
I close my eyes tight
Hoping all will be right
My heart whispers a prayer
To God who’s always there
“God…life is a mystery
Sometimes it’s beyond me
Where will it end?
What’s behind the bend?
Please grant this one plea
Please….listen to me…
When my heart’s filled with dread
As I lie on my bed
Lord, make my world right
Forever and always….
Let me hear the sound of his
Breathing at night!"
It’s clear after this perfunctory bout,
I’m packin’ your things and you’re movin’ out!
On our first day we both made such grand vows,
now I hear you’re stepping out to carouse.
That Megan teen’s “preggers” and they say it’s yours;
how fast can I toss your butt through the doors?
You promised to love (in good times only?)
Megan’s folks are movin’; guess you’ll be lonely.
Think you’re the gold ring on all carousels?
Stick around, I’ll muster a few more decibels.
I’ll toss ya a bone; go fetch it Fido.
Keep running, don’t come home. That’s a no-no!
I’d expect loyalty from “man’s best friend”
Now scoot! I need a laugh from your back end.
*Written for Susan Burch’s “CHEATER, CHEATER” Contest.
October 24, 2011
Honey, I baked a casserole for you
(My secret ingredient: a turd or two!)
Received 4th place in "any funny poem" contest
I think we have an advantage to, “Diamond in the rough”
Because sweetheart you and I have been through some stuff
We were just like, “Bonnie & Clyde” both of us on the run
Running fast, kicking ass, we were forever staying spun
Then came all the years we were separated and apart
As the cutter started forming each of our Diamond hearts
Through all the pain we each did what we had to do
I guess it was then that the facets of us truly grew
Sometimes to hold a Diamond we must learn to let it go
If it is truly meant to be the Lord will rejoin your souls
Our love was like a Diamond that sprouted from a seed
A Diamond in the Rough with a lot of cutting we would need
Today we look upon each other the diamonds on our rings
Funny how two Souls so lost can become such a special thing
The thing that makes us so special, that makes us so right
Giving each other what we need is truly our hearts delight
You make me weak as well as strong; enough to stay and fight
I make you strong as well as weak; to me you’re out of sight
As far as all the Priceless Diamonds other Gems and stuff
I wouldn’t trade our love for any Diamond, cut or in the rough
Written to my Wife for the contest
Nathan is Sponsoring, God Bless
Just a note to the one I love
He holds my heart in his kid gloved hand
Many years we've shared me and my Eagle
For now his head feathers are white and reagle
I loved him for he chose me
From all the rest our love came to be
Now his once raven hair is white with age
But honor he will carry to his grave
He will be buried with his "Bible" his sword and shield
No dishonor will he from life wield
How he loved the rural life
Cows, hogs, farming land no strife
We've had our ups and downs
Somehow we loved enough not to clown
When it came to our relationship
This was more important even in a hardship
We worked on loving each other
Tried to understand and share even if bother
We learned, grew, and our hearts entwined
Hearts grown together died if apart contract signed
Thanks my love for these years
Your only wife and friend
There is so much I want to share with you,
But my words are lost deep within me
I have oh so many emotions
How do I make you see
Life is not always that simple
Hear this from my heart
Our faith will concur all
As we stand here at the start.
Not speaking to you is going to kill me
You there and me here
But one day soon that will change
And I will finally have you near.
The Angels they did send you
The day that we met
Our love will last forever
As in stone it was set
Come fly, fly with me baby
Oh come fly with me
We can explore our love together
And set all our deepest emotions free
For the skies are without limits
And the tree tops we sour too
Perched upon a branch
Our love is forever true
I never meant for this to happen
But I am sure glad it did
Hearing your love and laughter
Makes me feel like a kid
Please never doubt my love
What is shared between you and me
Cause I am here to forever hold you
You just wait and see
But for now, I have to be patient
And except our destiny
But I promise you this my darling
You are forever within me.
Night after night, she sits down and contemplates
In her mind she knows her loss, but still she sits and waits
He, her husband, another statistic he has become
Killed in a far away land, another soldiers blood has run
Day after day she's taken back, to moments they had shared
Carving their names on a tree, showing teenagers cared
Through green fields of pastures new, season after season
At fourteen years old they clicked, love was a reason
Whilst she paces their family home, his steps gone forever
Killed in a far away land, another life now severed
In her time their kids will be told, daddy's never coming home
For the angels have asked him to stay, just to let him roam
Memories of their pasts resonate within her mind
For she knows she'll find no other, for he was one of a kind
Outside the window where she stares, under many seasons skies
She sits down and contemplates, why the Rose always cries
THE WOMAN WHO WOULDN'T LISTEN TO HER HUSBAND
She would not think the way he did
How could one be so very bright
Give all her passion to a cause
How could she have such skewered sight
He tried maneuver her with love
He tried to shout a bit and then
He thought he’d slap some sense in her
That’s when she left and said AMEN.
Wherever I go through out my whole life,
I end up struggling with lots of strife.
Thinking that my life is a total waste,
Wanting it to be over in a haste.
I can feel the pain inside my own heart,
Like someone through at my a deadly dart.
The wound is easing deeper and deeper,
Will the pain ever stop getting bigger?
Feeling emo is never a good thing,
Cutting your arm makes a really bad sting.
Blood is dripping from my arms and my heart,
Failing to dodge the largest deadly dart.
Drowning in all the lies and self pity,
I live each day but always feel sh*tty.
I have lots of thoughts about suicide,
But then I think about those who have died.
Those who have died not just from suicide,
But also those who are really nice guys.
...This "poem" was actually suppose to be a couplet (on any thing you want) for my english
class but i made this kind bcuz i was feeling emo that day...and also after i was done i read it
over and it almost sound like a rap song which, i guess, is kinda funny and cool.........
*for That Old Red Barn contest sponsored by Rick Parise
They sat on the creaky old porch swing
Looking across their dried up fields
He was remembering a favorite tune
Sang it sweetly into her good ear
She flashed a smile into his eyes
Gazed at their barn still standing proud
"Oh Pa" she whispered,"do you recall
When we met at that barn dance long ago?"
He grinned at her the way he did
And thought about that sweet young gal
As they danced the lovely night away
In that big old barn on down the road
Now memories are all that's left to them
But they're built strong like those old red barns
Rosie O' Grady.... had gone now for weeks
Nary a night....she could not fall asleep
Poor Rosie, the poor girl, her life was a mess
Her husband just kept adding on...more and more stress
A bossy, car salesman, who went to conventions
He would meet many people...who often he mentioned
One day, as he lounged in his t-shirt and shorts...
Nibbling on tidbits...he off-handedly reported...
"I've invited the Hammonds.....so get out the best Port!"...
"He's the new CEO, of the Michigan plant"
"His wife's coming too!"...."Now....don't say we can't!!"
"We should wine and dine them, ....and quit all your gripin'!....
Well, Rosie was furious.....as she went to the kitchen...
She reached in the cupboard, and was fumin' and spewin'....
Accidently she grabbed, what she thought was a pain medicine...
But she drank from a bottle of bourbon instead!.....
In such dire straits to cook up a meal...
She was drifting in and out...head spinning in reels....
She took one more drink....and was feeling no pain...
She was basting a chicken...with Comet and Draino
And stuffing it's crater....with unmentionable issues
Into the oven...she stuffed that poor bird
The doorbell ran...but nobody heard...
Her husband dressed up, in his suit and his tie
Stood in the kitchen with shock in his eyes..
There was Rosie.....curled up...asleep in the floor....
No dinner, ...no guests......she had settled the score !!
He talks in sound-bytes, my husband does
He's a computer geek - Best ever was!
All day long, he computes and computes
comes home at night, plays Battlefield, shoots
defending our shores
In the vast cyber-world he so loves!
When you are deeply in love with a man whose heart is as black as coal,
Even though you don't know it, He'll wither away your soul.
You think you know him, oh so well.
But he's controlling, manipulative, and he's made your life a living hell.
Trust, unequivocal love, fidelity and support is what you gave him.
In return, he took everything you own and you're left saying "who, what, where and when"?
Secretly you still have love for him and you don't know what to do.
Wake up, he's never going to change, stupid, he never really loved you!!!!
THE MAN WHO IGNORED HIS WIFE
How could you do it dear, she cried
You think you’ll keep me satisfied
How could you quit a Wall Street job
To muck about with every slob
A rising star---you blaze a trail
You’d shuck it all to run a jail?
Oh, my sweet darling, then she quibbled
You know I love you…. ear was nibbled….
A cold look flashed—he’d not be played
Now stunned by truth--- she was afraid
She had ployed sex, she had coyed tears--
Anger now surpassed her fears
She screamed at him and slapped him hard
He studied her with new regard
He saw himself a man alone
Threw on his jeans and grabbed his phone.
He viewed his love in raw new light
Slammed tight the door, and said Good Night.
When he had control of the remote I could get out of sorts
I preferred the dramas and he wanted only sports.
But on one type of programming we could usually agree.
We both got a big laugh from good old-time comedy.
Jack Benny, Eddie Cantor, and Jackie Gleason jokes abounded.
Lucy and Gracie’s antics kept Desi and George astounded.
These were comedies we could watch without getting a red face,
Unlike the vulgar stuff today that is not worth the space.
But there was one special fellow that we both simply adored.
He played so many characters that we were never bored.
There was Clem Kadiddlehopper and Freddie the free loader.
Gertrude and Heathcliff were seagulls. Red just kept getting bolder.
The last time we sat together and laughed until we cried
Was only a short time before my darling husband died.
Red was playing Santa in a silly Christmas spoof.
He kept crawling towards the chimney and sliding down the roof.
It was the last time we laughed together as amused husband and wife,
One Red Skelton episode I’ll remember the rest of my life.
I stand, utterly hollow and alone.
Staring and wondering if he'll phone.
Why is it he has this hold over me?
Why can't he just leave me be?
One minute, I think I'm over him,
then all those thoughts and feelings begin.
The biggest part of me knows we can't be together,
but then I remember, we vowed it was to last forever.
I think of the name calling, and him being so vile.
Then here comes the happy memories followed by bile.
My throat burns, from the bile and from the pain.
A lump, stuck there as the tears fall like summer rain.
How does one get over the hurt and betrayal?
He's nothing at all like his first portrayal.
I thought he was loving, kind, and an honorable man.
Was his facade all part of some cruel, sinister plan?
How can you ever put your heart out there again?
I can not begin to tell you how heart wrenching its been.
I feel sorry for him, that he has to put me down.
Its the only way he can make himself feel renown.
I just wonder when the pain will start to subside.
I truly don't know how much longer I can stay on this ride.
One part of me still loves him, for I am still his wife.
The other part, can not keep putting myself through the strife.
A husband and wife are expected to go through dissension.
Love shouldn't have to be this hard though, its too much tension.
How do you say good-bye to a man you love and equally hate?
I never thought I would feel the love I have for him abate.
I fear a divorce is in order, as I do not feel he will ever change.
Its not like for the last two years we haven't been estranged.
I wish I could say that I want to wish him all the best.
But I don't since he's left this ragged, raw hole in my chest.
I know that's not the ladylike way to be.
However, you have no idea what he's done to me.
I once tried to see the best in people, and love fierce.
Well, with his coldness, my heart did he pierce.
I can only hope to one day, heal my broken heart.
He should be ashamed, for tearing my faith in love apart.
But I forgive him for all that he has ever done.
You see, it is I who will be the bigger and better one.
I only hope I can one day try my hand again at love.
And I hope its him that I will no longer be thinking of
Murder was in his gaze,
As he seized her and slapped her face.
She knew then, she had to fight,
And that was the moment - she died.
He tore her clothes and scratched her arms,
but there was nobody to raise an alarm,
She tried to hold him back but he just pushed her aside,
And the second time that night - she died.
She did not even raise her voice,
But that animal, he left her no choice,
It killed her to do so, but she defied,
And a thousand times that night - she died.
When she begged him to kill her and he roared,
She couldn't hold it together anymore,
Her soul withered, she broke down and cried,
Coz that night along with her husband - she too died!!!
Mary, Mary, quite contrary said no too many times.
The boyfriend did cry foul, and left her standing in her prime.
But that’s OK I tell you, he wasn’t the right man to make a team.
And she was looking for true love, that illusive, lovely dream.
The important thing to remember is what this means to you.
Waiting can make sure that true love, is really, really true.
Against a wife, a punchbag's just a dream!
While being punched it almost does not scream.
I love those eyes which pierce my soul
They tear down walls; if truth be told
Set fires ablaze beneath my feet
Invading foggy channels, deep
Like smoldering lava, gazes burn
Consume my heart and spirit in turn
Soon, a puddle of chocolate in his open palm
Arrested breath hangs the return of calm
I finally found the love of my life.
He's my husband I'm his wife.
I'm so lucky he's my man.
He does my dishes and washes my pans.
As far as the work goes he does his share.
Cause I'm crippled and in a wheelchair.
He's the only man I've ever seen.
That can use a vaccum and a washing machine.
I couldn't ask for anyone better.
Because everyday he writes me a love letter.
He makes me laugh he makes me cry.
I will love him until the day I die.
I wish everyone could see what I see.
What a special man he is to me.
He's the love of my life.
He's my husband and I'm his wife.
This was inspired by the love of my husband.
Entered in Destroyer poet's"My most inspirational poem"contest
One Month Down
I wake up when he calls in the middle of the night,
He says for our country that he’s proud to fight.
I close my eyes and I push away worry,
I talk about things that are cuddly and furry.
I won’t relax until I can hold him again,
But if anyone can do this, it’s got to be him.
I’ll always hope and I’ll always pray
That my favorite soldier comes home someday.
I’m honored to support him and proud to be his wife,
He’s my everything. He’s my whole life.
It’s hard to imagine that he’s already left,
And taken my heart, now that’s petty theft.
My soldier inspires me to care and to love,
And I keep praying to our Lord up above
For his safe return and a happy marriage,
And someday a mini-soldier in a blue and white carriage.
I miss the way he rests his hand on my face,
I’m hopelessly clumsy but he only sees grace.
I can’t cook, but he doesn’t care
Because when we order take-out, I always share!
I am very fortunate to be with him,
Because he gives to our country again and again.
I’m never alone because he’s close to my heart,
On earth or in heaven, we’re never apart.
I wonder what my soldier is doing right now,
And if he’s sad or scared or anxious somehow.
I love him more today than ever before,
And tomorrow I’ll love my soldier just that much more.
Please come back to me, soldier, safe and sound.
Eight more months until you’re homeward-bound.
Introduction: It’s a piece dedicated to the lullaby of a different kind. It’s something which has happened to many out there, but the experience is distinctively significant…
A priceless surprise, silenced all in its tune
By a soft heavenly cry, from the delivery room
Only a few hours was the night; so young
Where for the first time, she opened her eyes,
While by her side her dearly loved one
For the last time, closed her teary eyes
Father held her near and resounded to her cry;
But all mother could share was, this lullaby –
The long last beep from the ECG
Echoed her heartbeat…The last goodbye
Happiness and sadness broke through the night
With streams of tears for mother’s plight;
She never had the chance to hold her close
But left precious prayers that never left her side
As she came down to their hearts
Her soul flew up high apart,
The transfer of two lives through one,
Their journey was complete and done
Caught within that reverie
He conveyed the Azaan through her ears,
In the wake of such irony
He fell down to prostrate in tears
When all hopes seemed to end, father’s prayer did transcend
O’ Almighty became her closest friend and had for her a Grande plan,
Under HIS mercy and HIS guide, she flourished through the darkest nights
To a new beginning – she set off to write.
I'm sorry I do things to make you mad
But sometimes you do things to make me sad
Maybe we're trying too hard not to hurt one another
We need to be honest if we want to go any further
Let's share our feelings like we share our love
We can always draw on strength from above
We've come too far to mess things up
We need to remember why we fell in love
Our feelings are important and sometimes get hurt
We must talk things out, that is for sure
No secrets, no lies or before we know it
Too much time will pass by and we may forget
Bad things could happen and life could get rough
We may even find that we fall out of love
Copyright © 2000 Shari E Davis
She sits alone as the sun goes down
Like she does almost every night
Knowing he'll come home drunk again
And start another fight
She was so young when she met him
Just sixteen years and a day
She hated her life on the farm
And he promised to take her away
How could she know he was lying
Just feeding her a line
She'd never had any love at home
And his, "I love you" sounded so fine
The sun shone on their wedding day
She was a happy girl
But, too soon the storm clouds gathered
And totally ruined her world
She tried so hard for three long years
Answering to his beck and call
Then one day she packed her bags
An walked away from it all
She knew her love for him had died
She was taking his abuse no more
After writing a note saying, "GO TO HELL"
She walked for the last time, out the door
Laity are sent to engage in society
That the kingdom of Eternal God can grow among them
The game of life is filled with greed,
People that are eager to fill a need
Money takes first place,
While what is most important becomes erased
Family’s pay a price
Just to have something nice,
You can’t take it when you die
None of this will matter in the sky.
Yet so much damage is caused by the dollar
It does not take being a well known scholar
To see the effects of what it brings
Look around at everyone and everything
People have killed themselves over stocks
While there are so many children that don’t even have socks.
Money is good to have, but not when it makes you go mad
Many have sold their souls just to obtain the most
Inside it's their "god" and has become their personal ghost,
Their wants grow into unfruitful trees,
Little streams become ravenous seas.
When you put it all into perspective,
When you know the true meaning of life,
It’s not about what materials you have,
It is about if you lived in peace, or in strife,
Did you get to enjoy your children, husband or wife?
By: Sabina Nicole
I love you as much as the beauties of life
Could you be my husband and I be your wife?
Caress me forever; bless me with your kiss
Whenever I don’t see you, it’s you that I miss
I love as much as Juliet loved Romeo
The longer we’re together, the stronger it will grow
I love you as much as the sun loves the sky
I even hurt the same when I tell you goodbye
You are my heaven, my sweet release
You are my paradise, my only peace
I see the cloud nine in your eyes
Your precious soul and dark disguise
You built a wall but it’s down
Just like your very lonely frown
I love your smile; you light my world
When you made me your only girl
Love you forever if forever doesn’t end
My life and my heart it’s on you they depend
I love more than being alive
Could you be my husband and I be your wife?
Two young children play outside the house,
Inside a mother watches through windows folding a blouse.
With the kids in the back she heads to the chair,
When through the front window come soldiers, a pair.
One is dressed like her husband the other more like a priest,
Then came the knock, sounding like a relentless beast.
Her mind said just leave them outside at the door standing,
Her hand opened the door, on her knees she felt herself landing.
The soldiers told of her husbands fate,
Wanting them to just leave her tears could not wait.
The two young children came in the backdoor,
Seeing two soldiers and their mommy on the floor.
The oldest asked mommy what is the matter,
Come here my blessings, hugging, I will explain it later.
Her world had flipped, turned upside down,
He returned to her in a casket with a flag draped all around.
They had to drive from the airport to their small country plot,
She couldn’t count the people lined along the road, but it was a lot.
Each one waved a flag, some cried as if they knew her girls’ dad,
She’d never seen most of them, but seeing them now made her glad.
She saw signs that read “Welcome home Hero” and she filled with pride,
Even that couldn’t stop the tears, at the gravesite she just cried.
She stayed there saying goodbye, her family had to pull her away,
She’s glad they did for she wouldn’t have left his side that day.
She is exhausted, overwhelmed, she must sit down,
Then she sees the photo of him in a Tux and her in a wedding gown.
How could this be real, she’s too young to be a widowed wife,
He was her partner, best friend, the love of her life.
Now the hours have past his vessel is in the ground,
All the parties are leaving she’s alone in their home, not a sound.
She weeps in her chair alone in the dark no sound but the clock,
God help her find strength, a way to move forward, after the knock.
everyone listens with silence in their hearts
as the couple takes their vows before they depart
What should the perfect love story be?
Maybe about the future or past history
Maybe the story should just be about today
If it were your final breath what would you say?
The Lord is the maker and the keeper of time
He is the giver of love and all that’s divine
How can any love story not involve him?
The keeper of truth, the forgiver of sin
Jesus Christ is the father and I am but a seed
Regardless of the path I shall follow his lead
I praise God for the pain that hinders my way
For it truly does offer plenty of time to pray
The more that I pray the more clearly I see
Exactly what a perfect love poem should be
It should be hot as the desert, beautiful as the snow
Born way deep in the heart so it can forever glow
It should speak the honest truth about your dearest friend
How the strength of your love helped each of you to mend
The story should be of two lovers, bound by the soul
Yet each is has the freedom to leave, if they wish to go
You see true love was truly intended for us to caress
Tell me, “How can an unseen entity ever be possessed”
Love is a part of your heart and a part of your soul
So please caress it, bless it and make it your goal
And that’s what a true love poem is really about
Cherishing each others love through all the doubt
One’s meanness and the other’s foolishness abet
them in arranging both a marriage and a bet.
Screaming to be free
Detesting all of me
Wishing you were here
Drowning in my fears
Crying to be whole
Loathing your new goals
Fighting to survive
Longing to feel alive
Struggling with this fate
Trying not to hate
Smothering all this pain
Explosive once again
Combating this new plot
Hoping I’ll get caught
Probing feelings naught
Tasting hateful lots
Pleading for your help
Banish hurtful yelps
Dejecting the unknown
I’m tired of being alone
Her lost dreams resurface in the ripples of the creek.
Her eyes burn in flame-dance to rhythm of the drumbeat.
Mirrored on the water's face, buffalo graze on open plain.
Braves panther-stalk near, bows drawn with deadly aim.
Love clouded her vision, heartbeat obscured her sense.
Tall strength and laughing eyes weakened her defense.
Her man lies underground, buried the white man's way.
Yet in this foreign world, she's enchained to stay.
Regret burns a ragged scar, sorrow carries on the wind.
She craves arms to hold her or the comfort of a friend.
She honors the Great Spirit for her one strong son;
but with seven younger, her trek's hardly begun.
Her son echoes his father, Irish and Red Blood mixed;
may his iron pride avert the arrows his life inflicts.
But this brew is bitter; she sips its scalding flow
with an unnamed longing, and hunger for buffalo.
OUR LOVE TOOK FLIGHT
Written by: Catherine Reinke
Poems of others
I’ve read to you
of my love lost,
heartbreak and sorrow.
But to you
outstanding and true,
this poem will
not wait another tomorrow.
My head and heart
were turned from you,
our love steadfast,
yet I was blue.
My heart split in two.
One for he
And one for you.
In our bed
confused our heads
Is our love dead?
Who am I this aging soul,
lost in torment hells death door?
My life gets dimmer.
No more shimmer,
aged and thinner.
no more bed
nor sex to couch.
can not stand the sight of you.
Married bliss lost indeed,
looking for a younger steed.
So are you… don’t deny,
Younger she, has caught your eye.
Once together we were wed.
Want no other in our bed.
On this day all has changed.
Wanting not you,
nor the same.
Hate you replaced
love this night.
All our years of love
Can not even converse blindly
Foul language curse and slimly.
You bitch from Hell,
can’t stand your yell.
All from now
from grace you fell
this I tell your soul to sell
Money maker made you from I.
Can not find our love, I sigh.
Dollars big green and tall
Dollars spent in shopping malls.
So small feel I
from love with held.
Once too many times I fell.
Fell from heaven to
Fell from love to hate now flow.
Alone not I, loveless whore.
spending money, legs closed door.
Heart warmth not tender,
frozen no hopeful mender.
Send me, send me
Forgetful alcohol bender.
Drink me stupid
cold and frigid.
Do not touch me
sorry so candid.
But you destroy
all gentle in me.
Mean and spiteful,
bitch all three.
Once a beauty prize for thee
until this garage wreck made me.
Throw me in trash belong.
Let me end my sad, sad song.
Life has passed me by this time,
another life make not of slime.
Believe not then, this future dream.
That love is other than it seams.
Needy, hungry passion pair
devils delight watch and stare.
Not at first you took your bite.
So slowly steady,
our love took flight.
Out of sight.
Our weak love night.
No more love
Can I fight.
Seeking an encounter sneaking
Knew we drifted far apart
when no more sex for us start.
On the couch you went, sent
passion long lost, coldness our new descent.
Yet falsely believed I did
love replace our hate forbid,
into our arms recover
our love again to discover.
When on day, internet see
just what a fool made of me.
Classified hunting gone you
not for love, but sex I knew.
Hot women…. Willing… seeking,
casual encounter… sneaking.
Ashamed I say, much betrayed
now seek an end this I pray.
You I declare empty find,
wet internet burnet kind
Hard in chair, screen blank you stare
free of you, happy I swear!
Loves forked road
No longer side by side are we
When we drifted apart neither could see.
But here we stand so far apart
Hoping and wishing for a better start.
Our love we say, still exists deep within
Yet our treatment of each other feels like sin.
Unable to talk, so quickly anger arouse
Feelings are hurt, deep infliction housed.
Remedy we know, we must quick find
Both searching desperately within our minds.
For in one condition we have firmly agree
To continue this way and end must to see.
Yet down this road ,now the the fork we reach
One leads to a new future, the other we must cease.
The ending road neither wish to travel yet
For memories of our love we still hope to get.
The other road an agreement we hope to make
Together side by side, hand in hand to take.
But in our contract these values must follow
To love, honor, respect and in friendship to go.
For these old standing patterns of agreement
Must be replaced with new, the old is sent
Sent to the past forever to lie,
Buried deep away like a funeral must die.
In dedication to our future reunited love
In support and respect to each other made of.
So our hurts and betrayal must be put to rest
And with this new beginning extent of our love test.
For what brought us together most powerful strong
I pray each day no error we made for wrong.
Fall in love again impossible, some may say
But let us try this with every passing day…
No more cruel words ,no distance of soul
All things written above, these shall be our goal.
Inspiration has found me, with a new beginning
That promise I make to you …our love …no more sinning
I wake up happy everyday,
Always have something nice to say;
Live on a ranch with horses galore,
And always have room for just one more;
I can go riding whenever I want,
The theme of my life is “Nonchalant”;
I never have to worry about being late,
Life is about me, everything else can wait;
My house is always clean, maybe magically so,
It leaves more time for snuggling with my beau;
And I don’t hate going to my work,
Cause my wonderful boss is never a jerk;
I go home happy at the end of the day,
Always have time to laugh and play;
I love just being my husband’s wife,
Man this sure would be the life!
Bare your heart
Bare your soul
Though fear takes hold.
Close your eyes
~ Fingers crossed ~
Roll the dice
All won't be lost.
Take my hand
Trust my touch
No need to rush.
Let love grow
Believe in me
And you will know
That forever starts
Forever just you and me.
For I’ve never known
A love so strong
Or one that tastes so sweet.
You came down the aisle and took my hand,
We exchanged rings with a vow, so now here we stand.
The first few years we spent our time,
You sharing my reasons; Me learning your rhymes.
The children came...binding us closer together,
Our family's boat has sailed in all kinds of weather.
We felt the bumps, the heat, the joys, the toil,
It was all worth it, as we now look back and smile.
Our children grew and we watched them with pride,
As only parents can know...from down deep inside.
As we see them start down life's path on their own,
We remember the work in getting them grown.
Silver marks this day at last,
Has it really been so many years past?
In looking back on our love we can say,
We wouldn't have wanted it, any other way.
For forever young will our hearts be now,
As on that day, when we promised love's vow.
From planted seeds, trees have grown.
My hope, regards this scene, is to remind you of home.
Rooted and grounded have the trees come to be.
From different forests, though, are both you and me.
Yet, like one tree that grows and bares many branches:
Rather northward, to the south, eastward, or to the west;
And no matter where fruits from a tree are selected.
I want you to know we're still connected.
I finally found the love of my life.
He's my husband I'm his wife.
I'm so lucky he's my man.
He does my dishes and washes my pans.
As far as the work goes he does his share.
Cause I'm crippled and in a wheelchair.
He's the only man I've ever seen.
That can use a vaccum and a washing machine.
I couldn't ask for anyone better.
Because everyday he writes me a love letter.
He makes me laugh he makes me cry.
I will love him until the day I die.
I wish everyone could see what I see.
What a special man he is to me.
He's the love of my life.
He's my husband and I'm his wife.
This was inspired by the love of my husband.
Entered in Destroyer poet's"My most inspirational poem"contest
Born from my soul new to this earth
This marvel of life that we call birth
Dedication endurance, gestation of time
To hold him so close our son so fine
Tears from my eyes, fulfilment of joy
Proud parents we are of our little boy
We look to tomorrow to live our lives
As we remember his dad whom fate has deprived
He was a soldier, just nineteen years old
Too early to leave us for his young life to fold
At Southampton Docks, where I waved him farewell
My tears were so different our future looked swell
Frequent letters arrived declaring our love
To the birth of our son a gift from above
Then came the day your whole world falls apart
A knock at the door, where do they start
They sit you down, knowing the words you will hear
My eyes start to swell, with a different tear
They tell of my husband, father to our son
Heroic in war, lost to the enemy gun
They leave, the door closes, I'm in momentary empty
My life not that long ago was blissful of plenty
We said our farewells my son and I
With a lifetime of tears I will internally cry
The things you say in anger, can never be withdrawn,
Like a stone thrown over water, once it leaves your hand it’s gone;
Even though you want to take it back, as soon as it’s been said,
Those harsh words hang between you, until both of you are dead;
Try to leave those words unspoken, it’s always better that way,
Cause not matter how hard you try, there are things you can’t unsay;
It can break your heart in two, if you say what you don’t mean,
Cause even though you try to fix it, those words stay hidden there, unseen;
And they will come back to haunt you, someday they will appear,
Brought up in casual conversation, in a month or in a year;
And the sinking feeling that hits you, is no more than you deserve,
Because you had to say those stupid words, just to strike a nerve;
Now this warning that I give to you, is more valuable than gold,
Cause at the end of the day it’s not worth, the pain and torment you uphold;
Don’t say hurtful things in anger, just to prove that you are right,
Cause those little things between you, are what keep you up at night.
As to being a spouse, it's for good, I suppose.
As I open my eyes the pain shoots through my head
I swear some times I think I would be better off dead
I love my wife, kids and friends, empty they would be
So I’ll remain that lonesome vessel sailing across the sea
They all know that I gave up, gave up all of my dreams
Those of all the power, glory and living blatantly obscene
I had power on the streets and power up in the pen
Know that I was once proud to be the very breath of sin
What is it like once we start trying so hard to change
Know that every facet of our life we must re-arrange
One day I started teaching about trying to reach our dreams
You see it is blind people that walk through Demons schemes
Demons schemes are hard to see, do you know the reason why
Just like in a storm the clouds will cover, all the blue up in the sky
Demons schemes are like a dream, offering all the pleasure we may feel
Some days for me to not fall back on them, takes every drop of my will
See every single day that I stay clean and stay true to myself
I gain just a little more insight as to what is truly wealth
Wealth is a frame of mind, offering freedom to our soul
I write my poems because I wish to simply reach that goal
And the one thing that I wish, the one thing that keeps me here
Is because I hope that just one soul won’t go, through all my tears
You see I have tasted emptiness that is as cold as cold as can be
I only hope that one of you will learn, Please don’t end up like me
Today is tomorrows past, so make it last, be all that you can be
Praise the Lord every second and say, I wish to live for thee
Storms will come and they will go nothing ever changes that
Trust in God and know in your heart, his love is where its at
He knows our prayers before there spoken as we kneel to pray
Bound to his will as well as time, if our prayers shall come to bay
I Praise him for the pain I’m in because I know he has a reason
And at the end of all the pain, will come a very beautiful season
Yesterday I overdosed so I figured I should add that information in
To be a true example of right we must include even the accidental sin
I could not believe the words I heard as they said you’ve overdosed
Though the taste of death in my mouth was as familiar as buttered toast
See I have tasted death so many times that it is like a long lost friend
My life is still the same only difference is, the truth I will not bend
This story is the truth and goes with my blog
There's one special Image that’s burned in my brain,
And even now I find it hard to explain;
A special look that was expressed,
And caused a pounding in my chest;
The look he gave me when we wed,
It told me more than the words we said;
It let me know how much he cares,
And the love that I see is truly rare;
I never knew I would know such love,
It must have been sent from heaven above;
And that look that shown out of his eyes,
More than caught me by surprise;
In all my life I never knew,
The love that I now see from you!
~For Frank's Images Contest~
First you start with a frame that's wide and sturdy
yet strong enough to bend
then you add a cup of hope and an ounce of pride
and slowly start to blend
then a tear or two must be added
to bind his soul to him
and two cups of love are poured in slowly
to fill his heart within
then a spoonful of courage is added
with a pound of strength to hold in each hand
and a pint of patience to finish
Behold, the making of man
I am married to this great man.
but, boy isn't he stubborn!
If he does not feel like doing something,
it is like pulling teeth with him.
I say one thing,
He says another.
I want to go hang with some friends,
he wants to stay home.
I swear some days he disagrees,
because he can.
I love this man dearly,
But find life can get stressful with him.
He was laid off for a year,
constantly at home he was.
Just like a bump on the couch,
Just another kid to add to the mix.
He just did as he pleased.
Now don't get the wrong impression here.
This man is quite dear, with a loving heart,
and a soft touch.
I knew he was stubborn when we married.
But over the years this man is worse then ever.
We have been together now for 13 years,
And he still is a changing man.
yet I still adore him like it was yesterday.
I love him more and more every day.
There is a simple fact in life that I understand
The size of the heart is the worth of the man
I once was a man who had a little bit of wealth
Though I was very worthless up inside of myself
Thought I was smarter than the average guys
It was just another spoonful of the devil’s lies
Sacks of dope that were the size of a small suitcase
With an endless amount of money that I could waste
But to just stay happy it took every bit of it all
Soon as I got back home another girl would call
To big a whore to ever be strong enough to say no
Let me get the shower hot, do a shot, and then we can go
I had all the happiness and dope that money could buy
I could never think about stopping because of the high
I had to keep running I could never even try to slow
Because I had a shattered heart and a very barren soul
“You got it right”, and then one day I met my wife
The everlasting, never ending, true love of my life
We didn’t slow right away she just stayed at my side
Only person I ever met that could go stride for stride
But like all things in life it suddenly came to an end
I completely confessed to the burdens of all of our sins
The Police let everyone go free and I was back in the pen
I guess once again I found I cared a little too much to win
My lessons and changes in this life have been so very vast
Letting one dream completely go made another one last
The lesson in is this poem from the first word to the last
If you want to love the future make the best use of the past
The hardest thing I ever learned, really gave me my start
Way to Judge the true size of a man, “How big is his heart”
Even though this poem was written in regards to my
wife and I, my wish is to dedicate it to all the fellers
on the site that have hearts of gold as well as those
ladies who have husbands or boyfriends with hearts of
Gold. In fact even though it is written from a mans
perspective I reckon it would also apply to the Ladies
who also have pure beautiful hearts. Took me a lifetime
to learn this I took great pride in being mean and cruel
until the day The Lord set me free and opened up my
heart. We all choose our own path and making the most
of it is all we can do. If one of you decides to stay off
the road I was on, Each of our paths will brighten cause
the Lord never fails though he does test which of course
makes us that much stronger. God Bless, MJ
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
But before I do, please allow me to pray.
For just as the sky has one brightest star.
I’m forever in love with the person you are.
Your heart is compassion in its truest form.
Your lips are moist, tender and warm.
Your eyes are as deep as deep can go.
The kindest person I ever did know.
Your soul is one that shines so bright.
It gave me the desire to want to live right.
You’re a Grandmother, Mother, Wife and lover.
Who holds a grace and beauty like no other.
When my life was as dark as dark could be.
Your love led me to the Lord, which set me free.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
Sweetheart, that feat shall take the rest of my days.
Written for Tracy Decker’s “Inspired by the Masters” Poetry contest.
Elizabeth Browning’s, “How Do I Love Thee”
Whether were together ,or whether we're apart
it doesn t matter, we're connected at the heart!
McCuen Copyright October 2008
My Dear, I tell you in words, that I love you true.
Sometimes I feel that is not enough, just for you.
So I am writing this letter in rhyme from my heart.
Though I show you, I love you, on every days start.
This is not sufficient, for one that gloriously divine.
Adequate expressions are lost to describe, .love of mine.
Gifts unavailable to express, all that I have received.
My Dear, delivering my treasures, completely as conceived.
Each night my goal, to slowly fulfill your expectations,
Together our souls; will discover such exploitations.
Where were you my love when I wore my frown?
When my mind and heart were completely down,
Matters not, now where you were those days,
All that matters now, how I feel in many ways,
A smile that sweetens my day and night so pure,
Words that you whisper, raptures my demure.
One touch of your hand lures me awake.
Your kiss, so soft, warm like a summer lake,
When we touch in love our bodies in tune,
Our passion secured, embodied in the moon.
We walk each hour holding hands, feeling secure.
Our sanctity guaranteed, forever love insured.
My lover, my friend, confident forever more,
Entwined, sensually bound, in fantastic allure.
Tonight, O Lord, I pray you bless
My Love Away with peaceful rest,
And if Thy will, with grace adorn
Her gentle sleep with dreams til morn,
Then through the day, with strength provide
My Love Away, And safely guide
Her life until we’re joined together
And then our prayers we’ll share forever. Amen.
Everybody has a story there’s a song for every human being
Each has an individual message told by the words they sing
Sometimes that song is full of pain it’s full of pain and strife
Other times it clearly describes the one true blessing of our life
In the story of my song if it were to come to end this very day
What do you really think the final verse of my song would say?
This truly is my philosophy, this is my true philosophy of life
The final verse of my song will sing, “My God I love my Wife”
That’s the way my final verse will start and also how it will end
For when the Lord gave my wife to me, he gave me my friend
My wife is not just my lover though loving her has been great
She is more the essence of my soul she is my true soul mate
To save her one second of pain I would take pain ten thousand years
Because I know every second of it she would be there to dry my tears
Before I would cause her any pain I would die the most dreaded death
Because I shall adore her heart and soul with my every single breath
To the world I am not too proud to say, not too proud to say this at all
Without her my final verse would have no words for she has wrote them all
You say you are sorry and want one last chance.
Can't you see that I am so weary of this dance?
Did the divorce papers not give you the clue?
I no longer want to be married to you!
What makes you think I would stay?
I am no longer your prey.
Your word I do not have to obey
For I am finally having my say.
My love I once had for you is deeply buried,
As you are no longer the man that I married.
You did nothing but give me grief.
So now our marriage is one that is brief.
Do I have to tell you a lover I have taken?
That our wedding vows I have now forsaken?
Can I be that cruel?
To the fire add more fuel?
Break your heart and your trust?
I surely will if I must.
I just want to end this marriage bizarre,
I no longer want to hear how sorry you are.
Archaic are we still my dear...
we feel the same from year
We never change a thing inside,
It's just the skin and hair and hide
that sag and fall and turn to gray,
the best of me will always stay
so in love with you old man.
Though maybe you don't understand
your hearing aid is set so low,
and do you have to walk so slow?
I have to get back home by ten
my medication's due by then
Where are those prunes
we bought tonight?
I have to eat them to feel right.
Shut your trap right now old Bat!
I set my hearing aid like that
So I don't hear a thing you say.
I know ...........I love you anyway.
His friendship was the one I held dear.
He said he was the one I never had to fear.
The two years we were together before we were wed,
Were not so bad, truth be said.
Then one day out of the blue,
He was no longer the man I knew!
Our nights and days of wedded bliss,
Soon turned into hatred and a distained abyss.
His anger and cruel, nasty rage
Kept me wrapped in a fearful cage.
Each day and night kept me wrapped tight.
Fear of anything done or said, would soon end in a fight!
Too many stories and ruses,
To cover the many black eyes and numerous bruises.
I grew tired of telling so many lies,
To cover for all your abuses and give you your alibis.
I will no longer cover for you!
I am tired of being black and blue!
So many nights of terror and confusion.
Once what was love is now just an illusion.
So many many sins and uncare
Will never be forgotten! How unfair!
Now that love and friendship is lost.
It went from me at a great cost.
After numerous times of him landing in jail,
I have decided it is time for me to bail!
An act, I know, that just seems so unfair,
but right now I just don't care.
My sanity was at stake.
So for it how could I forsake?
Now a new love has entered my life.
Eradicating all that angst and strife.
Each day is precious and new,
There are still days that I am oh so blue.
Who knows where this new love will go?
Who's to say? I do not know.
For now, will take it one day at a time.
Who knew in a friend a lover I would find.
There is something wrong about me.
I know there is, it just has to be.
Why else would I be tortured so?
Why else would I be so low?
My children were ripped from arms,
For fear I would do them some terrible harm.
Married not once, not twice, can we say three?
All were not terribly nice men to me.
First husband was a mean drunk,
I left him soon after as we were sunk.
My second husband was a cheat,
And the third thought I was his to beat.
I know God really truly exists,
I am just far down on his list.
I have grown oh so weary
Of my life just being dreary.
I, for once, want to know I matter.
Am tired of being torn to tatter.
It just seems that I am always full of woe.
Will my troubles ever really go?
Will I ever be loved, really?
Will I be loved as I have loved so freely?
Why must you put me through this agony and pain?
Your attempts for reconciliation are all in vain.
Why should I stay married to you?
All you did was make me black and blue.
Why keep telling your lies so vile?
Do you think that we will swallow your bile?
Maybe your mother certainly will,
But I will not swallow that bitter pill.
I have finally lost our bet,
For you see I wish we had never met.
You are nothing more to me,
The light I do now finally see.
I do not want that way of life.
In my heart I am no longer your wife.
Even though our union is still legal,
I leave you with grace and regal.
I want an easy and quick divorce,
However I am afraid that is not our course.
What ever will be shall be.
From you, all I want is to be free.
Unspoken words show from things I do.
Unspoken words not needed from me to you.
Friendship was the first I gave so dear.
Then kisses upon the neck so sincere,
Lips of ours that touched with tenderness,
A touch between us gave such openness.
Each day at first when we were apart,
Our love grew deeper within our heart.
Love is not given, earned from the start.
Enriched and appreciated as in art.
Together now we still spark a flame.
Our bond that we share has no shame.
Each night when our bodies lie still,
Our spirits rise with so much to fulfill.
Sometimes when we chat so serene,
Our souls combine, our minds convene.
Holding each other for hours in delight,
We are bound until first break of light.
Each new day more love and no fears.
I pray our love shall be stronger for years.
For Raul Moreno’s contest
Her man was not worth crying for.
She never shed a tear.
She showed him just how tough she was,
and she showed him she didn't care.
He was nothing but deceiving,
He was taking and receiving,
He was leaving her promises embedded in gold,
And she had believed all the lies he told.
He was nothing but a baby,
With his jealousy and rage,
He revealed to her his true colors of a violent tendency.
He wanted a mother for a wife,
She tried her best to impress.
His feelings of frustration did occur,
When his violence was unleashed upon her,
He put his last toe out of the line,
And that’s when she knew, everything would be fine,
As she finally threw him out of her life…
You called me and said
I'm not really dead
It was all a lie
I didn't really die
I was so happy to hear your voice
I loudly began to rejoice
Just then I began to scream
Realizing it was just a dream
A new day has began
As i'm left without my man
You really died that day
The pain I feel is here to stay
So many tears I have shed
Wanting you beside me in our bed
Our love still existing in my heart
Even though we are so far apart
So precious at birth tender and pure
For an aging heart they are the cure
My oldest daughter Sarah Jho
Is such a blessing to my soul
Brutally honest in what she has to say
A wonderful mother in every way
She gave us Joshua my first grandson
What a marvelous thing she has done
Together her and Justin walk through this life
Together forever husband and wife
These days that seems an impossible task
It seems everyone wears some sort of mask
But these two kids were made for each other
He is a good father and her a good mother
I wrote this poem so they would know
They are a blessing to my heart and soul
No love can be found in this lonely old house,
The hardest thing in life is losing ones spouse.
But sooner or later that day it always comes,
And leaves us with only memories and loneliness from which to pull from.
And no matter what people think you never completely recover till you are reunited once more,
And can join that loved one that awaits you on Gods golden shore.
When you live with that someone special for most of your life,
Whether that someone special be husband or wife,
When the other half is taken there goes a very big part of what you are about,
The half you turn to for strength and support when you have days filled with doubt.
That is why they are called our better halves because in their hearts they hold our love,
This person God sent special, just for us and straight from up above.
So till that day comes, hold on with all your might to that one who is so precious to you,
For you may be the one left living in that old house with only those memories to get you through.
To us, what is a kiss?
If, it’s done with a twist
A pretentious kiss
A pretentious wish
Is it your way of saying goodbye?
Maybe, you need a break for a while
A pretentious kiss
A pretentious wish
Do you want to end this way?
The sacred vow we disobey
A pretentious kiss
A pretentious wish
Which one is wrong, yours or mine?
Then, let’s make a kiss to find the lime
A pretentious kiss
A pretentious wish
Why don’t we wish a gentle kiss?
A real kiss made of a gentle wish
A pretentious kiss
A pretentious wish
A kiss is a symbol of you and me
Once we both deeply wished to be
So, bye-bye to pretentious kiss
And, no more pretentious wish
You were the man that was once my dream,
But now with you all I want to do is scream.
Today, in the mail, yet again I received your letter.
You asked how I was and was I better?
You pleaded and begged for yet another chance.
You said you were a changed man and are tired of this dance.
When did you begin to see,
That your so called love was exacting its toll on me?
Was it the first night that your so called love
Hit me in the face like a boxing glove?
Was it the day you did not come home?
For the woods called your name and there you said you had to roam?
Was it the first time after taking yet another beating,
You forced yourself on me and said it was to prove I was not cheating?
You ask for forgiveness and want to still be my friend.
All I want is for this nightmare to end!!!
I now see that to you this is not love but an obsession,
To you I am not your wife but only your posession.
I no longer wish to receive your emotional and physical pain,
I want a normal life, I want to be sane.
I am putting an end to me being your wife.
I want out of our marriage, I want a new life.
Our friendship is gone and for that I do mourn,
But you I now see were never torn.
To you it is your God-given right
To take what you want with force and might.
Oh, I do believe that once you are free,
That you will change for a month or maybe three.
I no longer want your love or our marriage.
This relationship has become something that I truly disparage.
Forget I exist, please forget about me,
In the past it was easy for you to let me be.
I am so very tired of you doing me wrong,
For my self respect I will be strong.
I hope the divorce papers give you the clue,
That I no longer need nor am in love with you!
I used to think that you were my soul mate.
I thought that I had known that since our first date.
I used to feel special and loved, just like a queen.
We never fought , never had a word or thought that was mean.
I took for granted you thought I could do no wrong.
Daydreaming to the radio whenever I hear a romantic song.
Fantasizing that it was you, I just read about in that sultry book.
Knowing that backwards was never a directional option for us to look.
Crying as you slipped onto my finger the most beautiful ring,
Anxiously waiting to see what tomorrow may bring.
Brought us to a life-altering decision and a night full of fun.
Nine months later, it brought us our amazing son.
As time has gone by, it has brought us some difficult times,
Some sweet as chocolate, others, sour like limes.
Bonding us together as a family, sticking together like glue,
Pulling our selves above the nasty, drowning slew.
As the times have gone by, I have started think,
"How long has it been since either has given a wink?"
Realizing that we are no longer the people we used to be,
My eyes are focusing on the real you that I am beginning to see.
Feeling obligated to do as you say, for I don't want be lonely or scared.
Resisting to the ideal of fighting back, as to the temptation of being dared.
You are not the only one that has changed for better or worse, over the years.
For, I have become more aware, gracefully wiping away my unheard tears.
I am not going to pretend anymore, I know that I am not perfect to you
Nor, you are to me. I've tried to change us both till my face has turned blue.
Exhausted from the challenges that we make each other face.
I still want to know that you love me and that I will always have a place.
However, if things can't change and everything is still my fault,
Then, don't even bother, without my combination, you will never open my vault.
Doors will be closing, as new ones open, hopefully not courtrooms, for instance.
If that is what is best for everyone involved, we can still love you, from a distance!
Keep in mind that two very special people think you roped and hung the moon.
Make a whole-hearted decision about the cards on the table, don't fold too soon.
I know we both are fighters, lets hang in there for our family and decide no to quit.
Different perspective, lets fight together not each other, kind of ironic, I admit.
Woman is a precious pearl
For you to shine, don’t hurl
Woman should be loved
Never hit her with a club
Woman should be kissed
Not by your mighty fists
Woman is created, for us
So, love her till you pass
Woman will always be there
When ever you need her care
Woman is your loving mate
Even if you come home late
Woman is your everlasting soul
From you, God created her soul
At school..a close classmate
And...her only steady date
A fiance...before 'ere long
Forever engaged...as one
A husband..on her special day
Then,lover..in every way
A friend...for every need
Soulmate,in thought & deed.
I have a mind, a body, a sense that I am one
I am a husband and father, but first I was a son
I do have faith, but I question, the many times I’m tried
As, that just goes to prove that I have many sides
I am a worker for a dollar, with hopes to get much more
Truth be known, if I was richer, I’d know not what it’s for
I have a burning passion every morning, noon and night
To express my thoughts poetically, these ideas that I write
I also am a dreamer, allowing my mind to let me play
It helps to break monotony, to make a better day
I teach sixth grade religion, because kids today know not
They have no values, nor morals, truly they know squat
But, if I were to sum it up, this man of whom I speak
I would honestly have to say that I am quite unique
Though I may share some interests, commonalities you’d say
I am just me, with good and bad, I’d choose no other way
Her vessel floats upon the sea
Where currents bring her back to me
My maiden on a skip of life
So buoyant there, my lovely wife
I pray for her most safe return
For raging deep, my heart there burns
As she’ll extinguish the fires yet
With waters of love, she’ll drown it wet
Please tell me now, my dear, my love, what occupies your mind?
Are you truly happy now or is there sadness yet to find?
I do my best to make you smile and hope you’ll feel complete.
So, tell me now, my darling one, as I wait now at your feet.
I will not beg, nor ever grovel, but happily serve you well.
So, are you happy, lovely one? Please tell me now, do tell.
Time in a bottle.
We run full throttle.
Trying to catch what we cannot see.
Wanting and longing for what we know can never be.
He watches me as i move across the room.
His face full of excitement and a little doom.
His eyes are like fire in the night.
His hands scorch while they soothe away fright.
We know we have only a moment before the door is locked with no key.
They will come again and carry him out to sea.
We watch from our tight embrace as the sand falls.
Our love and passion is put on hold whenever duty calls.
His touch and presence is ripped away like a child from the womb.
But when we are together i am his to consume.
No part of me is left untouched or with out his kiss.
He finds my secrets as my breath is forced from me with a hiss.
He holds me close and shows me his love.
My hand fits in his like a warm winter glove.
He whispers softly in my ear.
He wouldn't want to be anywhere else but here.
Where passion lives, I cannot say
However, it arises every day
It fills my heart and mind with heat
It makes me feel just so complete
Its life is triggered in so many ways
From words to breaths to simple play
It cannot be so easily suppressed
As well, it serves to keep me blessed
I love it when my passion stirs
For that’s the time I share with her
She feels the same, a love on fire
For with each breath, it’s even higher
She says I know not what I do
The effects I have, that keep it true
Her passion rages when I recite
My words of passion in the night
But, yet by day, she says she feels
The passion rise straight from her heels
Into the depths of mind and heart
She keeps it there, to never part
Together, then, we share it well
Our passion, moments, I cannot tell
But know this now and forever more
When passion hits, we close the door