Abed this angelic night bound by quiescent beauty,
yearned thoughts of whence the birth
of our yester-years proclaiming
loves first scene waltzes
through thy interior
monologue. In great
measure is our
kiss miles away
on the outskirts of
different land. Persuading
life on end to amble
midst ninth cloud holding
hands. Oh how this
as treasures in
favor of thy last name.
Enraptured at moment is
her warmth skin embraced
with mine...(SIGH) Fingers extend,
tracing single by single the tears about thy face...knowing that love at last
came upon its indissoluble place. Thank you God for orchestrating our lives this way.
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Copyright © Pace INK-U-SCRIPT
With my soul at peace and my thoughts at rest,
standing in this winter wilderness,
I whisper words of heartfelt bliss.
Come with me and walk this path.
Together we tread against the freeze,
and find the warmth of tender grasp.
My devoted being shall forever be,
a place of strength against chilled winds,
a brilliant light only you have seen.
Our lives have met in this quiet space.
Let sky meet land and rivers merge.
Forever, harmony I long to taste.
We have summoned light from darkest days.
Heat returns to melt still ice.
Each day length now brings stronger rays.
The deepest snows cannot hide the facts.
Beneath these layers life holds fast.
Newfound joys spring from bleakest past.
Let's rebuild life from broken dreams,
Where life restarts with each new spring,
the snows will melt to feed fresh streams.
Like this land, my passion runs free.
Walls have come down with earnest words.
My unblinded eyes now see.
I ask for your hand without ounce of gold,
or shiny stones dug from filthy earth.
My eternal love cannot be bought or sold.
Under peaks reborn of volcanic scars,
In night's serene and starkest silence,
I pledge love to outlast the multitude of stars.
Solitude I turn from on this ride.
Today and tomorrow let's walk in stride.
Promise to be my utopian bride.
Copyright © Wayne Hill
Tossing and turning
not a wink of
sleep in sight
Visions of her beauty
have me thinking
Churning deep inside
She'd be my bride
She's the sunshine
that falls gently
upon my face
through my window
floating with grace
The stars in the sky
shining so bright
warm hug at night
holding me tight
In just a few hours
all dreams will come true
as I give her that ring
and we both say I do
Staring from the window
on the night before we wed
Thinking of first moments
Inhaling a deep breath
Thinking of that smile
which has captured my heart
Thinking of his tender care
A gentleman from the start
Many years I've waited
Just to watch him sleep
Just to lay beside him
Feel his toes slight-brush
with my feet
All my life I've waited
for our dream to be
At last Im gonna have him
My pearled silk gown is hanging
Tomorrow it would be worn
Before the lord, our eyes meet
the promise would be sworn
From the chapel to the gardens
Our entrance would be grand
The waxen buds will blossom
and our love would be sung
Copyright © Cupids Arrow
A whirlwind romance, so many feelings…
Dancing around my heart, so thrilling.
I said “I love you” first and felt a little vulnerable…
Finally, he said it too and I felt incredible.
We held hands every night, kissed and whispered…
All about our thoughts and passions, ideas and inspirations.
I began to feel a part of me was missing without him….
And he said he felt the same way I did, fully content with me.
A million words later, past the first of the “I love you’s”….
We began to bring up the bigger questions, the kids and houses.
I told him I would be happy with three and he said one would do…
But slowly we decided on two, the perfect number for a family.
We became so close it felt like I was undressed in his sight…
Even when I was fully clothed and closing in on a fight.
The mutual trust, the bond, the feelings that corresponded…
All a part of the relationship we had grown into something special.
He said, though, that he was sure he didn’t want to marry…
I felt a little like the first girl who had ever been told this detail.
Two months into the relationship, though, he got down on his knee…
Gave me a hopeful look and spoke the words I’d been hoping to hear.
Will you marry me? He said it with a smile into my eyes.
I looked back and responded quickly,… “yes” …
This would be the beginning of a long and lasting love…
A true joy, hope and faithful love that had been sent from above.
Will You Marry Me? - Poetry Contest
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Copyright © Regina Riddle
Decades stretched a cord, across years,
up the stairs, and around chairs
coiling beyond the door of one small room,
groomed by the sun, of a Saturday afternoon...
I am floating on a sea of a hardwood floor
Prone, on my back, upon a lavender rug
Examining the nail of my left hand thumb
with a phone at my ear, a smile on my face
while you've glady expressed, how you have aced an exam
I confess how I've missed holding your hand
only linked to your kiss, by a small ivory phone
With a ring on my finger, to bind our young love
Blinded in the eyes, from an innocent throne
Invitations in the mail, and a church on hold
There was a cake on order, and a heartless, cold world
You were glued to my ear, I was wrapped by a cord
that tugged on the wall, with long-distance words
Light from the yard is scored by the blinds
but, there on the floor, prone on my back,
I'm bound by the cord that tethered our lives
Linked to your voice, where a new love was wound
Hovering over the sea of cold hardwood,
I had a pillow of shag, and a lavender rug
The days stretching short and our vows, yet untold
The cord getting stronger, and time to unfold
Copyright © Carrie Richards
“I’m not a machine, you know.”
He says huskily
As she places her chocolate tipped breast
Within inches of his lips
She just smiles, breastfeeding him
And leans back and sighs
As he gorges
On creamy chocolate ecstasy
Later, he wonders
About his insatiable wife
Wondering if he can keep up
With her little bedroom games
And trips into fantasy
He lies back in the
Exhaustion of fulfillment
About to close his eyes
When he hears her weeping
Trying to stifle her sobs
Should he pretend he doesn’t hear?
He is so tired
She quiets down
And before sleep claims him
He hears her whisper
“When you make love to me
That’s the only time
The only time….
You really SEE me
For those few moments
I feel that your world revolves around me
That you NEED me
To be fulfilled
The only time
You're the man you used to be
The one dying to possess me
And so I prostitute my love for you…
Hoping in these moments
Before he can respond
And he looks up at the ceiling and wonders
How life has changed him
His other friends complain
About their frigid wives and dull lives
So unlike his
He is fortunate
He remains in bed
Staring at the ceiling
She cries softly on the couch
Feeling broken, used
Just a receptacle for his need
While she remains empty
She fingers her phone
Thinking of the invitation there
A shared cup of coffee
Nothing more, and yet
She reads the real invitation
In the depth of his eyes
When he looks at her
She wipes her tears as she thinks of fidelity and promises…
He walks into the living room
She tries to cover her body
With her red see through lingerie
Her black hair covering her mascara streaked eyes
He kneels down in front of her
Pushing away her hair
His eyes searching hers
And holding them for a moment
Tilting her chin up, his lips cover hers
With a gentle longing
She gasps for breath
Shocked at the tears gathering in his eyes
His voice barely reaches her ears…
“Will you be my wife?”
She tries to draw him to her
But he takes a hold of her outstretched hand
And helps her to her feet
Gently leading her to the bedroom
And night turns to day
As he makes love to his wife
Satiating her soul
Realizing her every fantasy
He says all the things he’s felt, but never said
As he ravishes her…
His woman, his bride, his wife
The mid-morning sun
Caresses her face
And she awakens
To find herself
Where she’s always longed to be…
In her husband's arms
Copyright © Eileen Manassian
The portrait of marriage a
Made from hundreds of pieces,
Large and small but all of the
A masterful way for the desired outcome
The completion of the portrayal of
A relationship, a life to last
No one has ever been blessed all
Pieces to amass
To perfection the given portrait to
Always some parts will be missing or
Not the desired ones would be in the
The portrait never gets done to
The artist’s complete satisfaction
A good artist has to keep in mind the
Should never be missed from any mosaic
Of the sort:
Trust escorted by honesty
Selfishness coupled with admiration
Sensuality tied with affection
Love united with devotion
The X factor, that the majority never
Under consideration takes:
Without it, all efforts will sooner or later,
© Demetrios Trifiatis
08 OCTOBER 2014
Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis
How can your heart see
what my eyes always miss...
How can your heart hear
what my ears dismiss...
How can your heart feel
what I cannot touch...
My senses would reel
if I endured so much
You - are my woman
formed from flesh and bone
and I - am your man
forged from dirt and stone
Your heart has a knowing
I yearn to learn
of wonderful reasonings
my mind cannot discern
You - are my woman
with a heart as an urn...
filled with compassion
and tears of concern
and I - am your man
with a heart of stone...
Help me to reach
beyond myself alone
To my wife, gv 2013
Copyright © George Dee Vuy
....husband to wife...
Sometimes if two trees grow close to one another they start to entangle. Even intertwine! This can be a very beautiful thing.....especially with two beautiful trees.
But, if something happens to one of the trees after they've grown together, and they are separated....
The one left standing, if it can, will look very disfigured to all those passing by.
I feel BEAUTIFUL with you!
I'd be disfigured WITHOUT YOU!!
I want to continue growing together......
I love you
...wife to husband...
...right now one tree is breaking and doing nothing more than adding weight to the other.
It's roots were strong at one time, so deep in the soil it could not be killed; but the soil feels shallow now. Holes have been bore through-out the tree and it is weak; even the sunlight makes it retreat to a more hidden place. So much weight the other tree is carrying; how does the weak tree know when to let go before it takes them both down...before it takes the whole garden down?
My husband, I appreciate that you express your feelings to me in a way that I frequently express my own; most would not even try.
Copyright © FJ Thomas
Yesterday sent its regards in a farewell
A gesture of fate intact, sealed for the
Or better yet, the progressive harmonies
of God, such as we are.
It was perhaps the plot of the universe,
When we slept in yesterday’s hands,
And I asked you the question of
In hopes of fading away mutually, after one
Heaven must have spied on my everlasting
Because with your pearl vision directed
And your soft veil of ebony near me,
You agreed, with no hold of hesitation.
So under the chapel’s protection is where
we coast now,
And a road less traveled is scattered with
While I did lead with company, along this aisle
The stares of 1000 miles did not present themselves,
Until your walk was introduced, thereby polishing
this floor into glory.
As I stood in the patience of joy, a distance was
illustrated between us,
You pressed forward and this negative space lost
As you approached with the tranquil touch of
My nerves fell sober, and I knew that which was
parallel before me was art,
The speechless beauty, I favored in sight.
The preacher spoke a traditional verse, as our
eyes locked in perfect reflection;
Declared through spoken word, was the
confirmation of our ribbon in the sky,
Crowned upon your precious finger was the
weight of symbolism,
Silently glowing through the everglades;
With no restriction, we explored the middle
ground in unison.
We exited through the heart of the sun, cherishing
the unfamiliar heat;
It appears that life’s divine notary has signed off
on the greatest equation ever solved,
May our souls forever write in this blessed ink.
Copyright © Jiril Clemons
I once vacationed in the company of silence,
It was an unconscious scene bestowed upon
Although I had a calling that answered my
A myth of joy existed outside this career,
I was left drowning in limbo, without an
But there was a witness, who studied my trail
And without apprehension, she helped to resurrect the
the location of destiny;
Allow me to reminisce on such.
For it was in a previous portrait, that I encountered
a dozen roses;
Of these that I held, there were none that exceeded
a brief touch,
A momentary scent that never returns;
Now understand with this expression, it is not a
boast I intend to create,
For I was seeking that gentle grip, in hopes of it never
I continued a cold failure, never realizing the warmth of
victory that smiled ahead.
I settled on the peak of solitude, as my faith passed
away in obscurity,
And yet, beyond these frozen eyes, there existed a
narration of fate, waiting for my company;
For you see kids, I’ve walked past the casual frame
of your mother,
And misplaced my sight, I’ve missed her spirit by
And when there was a vision of opportunity, my space
was occupied with trivial games.
Then one day, I discovered a possession that linked
heaven and earth forever,
An umbrella your mother left abandoned;
And yet, it was through her innocent misfortune,
That I discovered her abstract songs, played upon
by the perfect key,
Her heart that sits in prosperity, from the charity of
A collection of beauty, your mother gracefully
By the time we crossed into cupid’s lair, I knew
already, the verses of duality were written true,
And with that, the perfect stranger discarded her
Leading Renee into popularity;
Hello became the endless quote, we spoiled into
As the task of life left this page briefly open,
I responded with a mutual exit, confirming these
lips of joy,
And with revelations of challenge forever slayed,
I peacefully fell, forever breathless.
Copyright © Jiril Clemons
Here I lie beside you
My heart goes thump.thump.thump.
My soul dances inside you
Reveling in the texture of your own.
Electric and flowing
The currents of our love
Glow like neon lights
Illuminating the hope in my eyes.
Though we're not moving
I feel so incredibly alive
Invincible to my past
Untouchable by all who lack
That gentle touch of when
You lean in and brush my face
Your lips grazing my skin
Softer than a butterfly.
And then you gaze into my eyes
I fall into your depths
Twirling like the autumn leaves
Melting into your smile
Your soul reminiscent of summer.
You pull me into your arms
And for a moment I'm lost
Breathless and in awe
Staring in the face of pure exquisite love
And there you are - holding it
Glowing in the moonlight of my stare.
My heart beats - its drum pounding away
Echoing a song thats lost its words
I touch your cheek and smile
My hands cant stay away
My lips s l o w l y, draw near yours
Hovering, and then -
Part, a soft warmth against them.
My eye lids pulling shut
Dragging me into a silent heaven
I pull away - and what seemed millennia
Lasted only a moment, a second in time
But this is our love
This is what you do to me
You make me invincible and fragile
Lost forever in a beautiful reverie.
Copyright © Jay Loveless
This is a poem about the future I'd love to have with the boy of my dreams.
None of this has actually happened yet (besides us falling in love with eachother) but it's how I would like it to happen.
Once upon a time, I became the luckiest girl in the world. I fell in love with a gorgeous boy with blue eyes, and he actually loved me back. He was like my prince, he treated me like his princess and would do anything for me. Today, we're united as King and Queen. It's been years, but walking down the aisle I'm still staring at the cutest, most perfect guy I've ever seen. When our lips finally meet after parting to say "I do", it tastes like Heaven.
Once upon a time, I married a gorgeous boy with blue eyes. And today, I saw those perfect blue eyes light up when he first held our little girl in his arms. She's got her Daddy's blue eyes and just a little bit of her Momma's brown hair. She's going to be spoiled and loved more than possible. She'll know we support her no matter what, and she can tell us everything. It will be perfect.
Once upon a time, one set of blue eyes became two, and we were made into a family. Now, that second pair of blue eyes is walking out the door to college, with a suitcase in one hand and a boy's hand in the other. He better love her and treat her just as well as her Daddy does.
Once upon a time, I fell in love with a gorgeous boy with blue eyes. His hair has dulled and grayed but his eyes are the same, and they've seen a lifetime's worth of happiness and love. My baby had babies with the boy she walked out the door with, and I can tell she loves them as much as we loved her. Now it's her time to live.
Copyright © Megan Devon
when she speaks to you
her words are shooting stars to wish upon
you feel her in your heart
when she moves in close
you want to faint in the hold of this woman
you feel her in your heart
when she stares into your eyes
you see yourself in a whole new light
you feel her in your heart
when she holds your hand
you experience lightning streaking through you
you feel her in you heart
when she touches your lips
her slender fingers are like rays of shine
you feel her in your heart
when she hugs you
you are blanketed in a sense of clarity
you feel her in your heart
when she kisses you
you know her lips cool quench your desire
you feel her in your heart
when she moves her body into yours
you both rise you both float above the ground
you feel her in your heart
when she is near
you feel it in
you feel her in
when she is away
you feel it in
you feel her in
you shed tears
from your heart
you are with the only woman
the only woman you don't need
you are with the only woman
the only woman you just WANT
you are blessed!
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne
" one piece of diamond ring,"
leads to a milestone journey.
Written by: AiyaH De Torres
Entry for :Just Ten Words Poetry Contest by nette onclaud
** 6th place Winner**
Copyright © Aiyah de Torres
Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin
Whisper lies as I let you in
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail
Copyright © Jay Loveless
i sit here thinking about the days.
remembering the time we first met.
i was crying in the rain,
feeling the water and the pain.
until you came, and wiped my tears away.
you were like an angel in disguise,
you never ever fail to make me smile,
you were a stranger in my world,
but you made me realize my worth
when you touch my hand
i know that you understand.
I feel so safe whenever i'm with you,
the way you hug me tight when i feel blue.
you are just like a dream come true.
i wouldn't need anyone else but you.
and from now on i offer you my heart..
so i thank you for coming into my life,
for bringing the sunshine and making me feel alive.
you made my life complete,
baby, you're all i need
you are my missing piece.
PS:wrote this 2 years ago. i had this poem hidden and reserved for Mr. Right. :-)
Copyright © imee murillo
Right now I respect your needs
I respect your wishes
Even though they stab
Like shards of shattered glass
Shrapnel puncturing my heart
Uneven in my thoughts
Unable to think due to a lack
A lack of function in which
My mundane self became accustomed
Expecting your love
Which right now I realize was
Disrespecting your love
Which is my life
Regardless of decisions made
Which is my life
Because of decisions made
You will be my wife until my dying day
I will fight for my life
I will go round after round
Take beating and punishment
Just for my life
Which, right now and always has been
I really need you to know
Your love Is my life
The only life I really care to know
And right now
I feel my life, your love,
Is dying slow
Copyright © Shane Hart
Lady, with blossom buds in thy hair....
how fortuitous for me the day is sweeter
in the shade of your presence;
what tall stock thy stem, and flowered
your bulb of precious petals,
crimson as the weeping rose....
Longing thy eyes, and bright with hope
so quickly we became friends,
laughed 'til after hours,
deciding the fate of the world,
holding hands in some cozy little cafe....
quick blush smiles,
the patter of rain....
two inflamed hearts....
But she wants to know what he wants....
(he does not know) but has grown
lost in her eyes, and her 'gentile' smile
(he wanted her to be happy)....)
To adore her a little more,
before she would leave and find Prince Charming....
But she said she was an ordinary woman,
with ordinary needs....
a flower among many, waiting
for her little bumblebee;
He must take her pollen just so,
and have none other in his flight....
and rest so buzzing upon her feminine delights,
and crawl gently into her heart
the leap of a King....
what a Queen to find ----
And educate the dark of his mind,
she so easily (wonderfully)
so displayed in the simplicity of a cafe,
That her one flower among numerous found,
what a fate in the midst of romantic bloom....
but I had flown no more (with broken wing)
though buzzing, rested upon her soul
(and poised an answer of a man with ordinary needs)
(I, a little bumblebee....)
Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt
The wedlock rose!
If our marriages are made in heavens, why are they broken in this world?
If we tie the knot for life, why so soon nothing is left to be said or heard?
You made me feel like the brightest star, now I'm under the darkest clouds!
My wedding dress with your dying love will be buried in divorce's shrouds!
I think I haven't changed, I am the same charming lady you loved so mad!
You tell me I'm not who you thought I was, how all good in me turned bad?
With you I were dwelling in the skies, in a galaxy of stars with the full moon!
Your change of hearts had me crestfallen, sending me down to this lagoon!
Holding the bouquet of fresh red roses you gave me bending on your knees!
Dropping their petals into water, I'm sending 'em on their separation journeys!
But once they are not the part of the flower, they'll lose their bloom and wither!
Just like we both are now lifeless statues, not the lively souls the way we were!
If only everyone who walks the aisle remembers that the wedlock is like a rose!
With so much fragrance, color and beauty, why'd a few thorns slit sacred vows?
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Copyright © Asghar Nazeer
We are all born angels but gradually grow
A few of us though do angels remain,
And you, golden you, are the like of them:
You whom Paradise led me to
And who leads me each day to Paradise;
Whom I look for in my neighbourhood but
find in my dreams;
If you wish me love, wish me you,
And if I should make you happy, make me
Copyright © Agona Apell
Every little girl needs her daddy
to love her with gentlemanly charm.
To hold her tightly when she is afraid and keep her safe from harm.
Daddy have you ever wondered whose holding us now.
From pigtails and bubblegum,
to lipstick and high heels;
Daddy whose going to be their to hold our hand.
To help us mend our broken heart,
teach us that true love is real.
Daddy you never stop to wonder the day
you walked out on mom was the day you abandon us too.
Now as we grow older whose going to teach us to dance in the living room,
Whose going to see us twirl.
Whose going to bid us goodnight
And tell us everything is going to be alright.
Daddy your actions were selfish your desires divide our home
Now daddy you no longer belong to us alone.
You forgot along the way that there is no love that equals that of daddy's Little Girls.
Daddy you once said you prayed
But along the way I think you forgot to ask God
To guard your heart and protect your family from your selfish wayward ways.
The day you married mom
The day you created us
You forgot you made a promise
To stand with us for better for worse
You promise to love us and watch us grow
Dad you failed us
You replaced us for ashes and clay
We were meant to be daddy's little girl's.
Copyright © Patricia Garcia Howard Bramble
*The Perfect Proposal*
The perfect proposal
Just what would it be?
In a fairy tale life or in an enchanted dream
Three different scenarios I could see
And let him choose the one that fits him to a T
Popping the question over a picnic lunch in the Swiss Alps
A checkered tablecloth, simple fruit, cheese and crackers, and a sparkling wine
To be read poetry from the greatest of greats—Robert Frost or Shel Silverstein
Another option would be at an abandoned zoo
We could cuddle up in the lion’s den and count the stars in the open sky
And then swim in the aquarium with the dolphins too at the first peak of sunrise
And the final option of the perfect proposal would be standing at the pearly gates of heaven
Heaven is where all our dreams come true anyways
And heaven is where I am going to meet you after the next blood moon
So I sit here below a star studded sky and I thank the Lord for delivering me
I thank the Lord for second and third chances
I thank the Lord for ETERNITY
Copyright © Gwendolen Rix
I wrapped all my tears, to see you smile.
you are the best, always by my side.
I tell you my feelings will get you crying,
you must think I’m out of my mind.
You don’t know, what I know,
all the angels let me go.
We were born to teethe and die,
you will grow to be so fine.
Fall in love, feel your softer side,
Remember me when life is kind.
When you go, let me know,
don’t walk away like the world and go.
Life is rough and the world unkind,
fight them down and you will be fine.
The truth of live is a brutal sight,
make no mistakes, you can learn from mine.
You have a strong heart, you are unique
I treasure times when you smile at me.
Live the life, I could not find,
be there for me, when I say goodbye.
Copyright © Karan Patade
There's something unspecific about the autumn nights
A certain shade of color that uplifts my inner child's eyes
Beside a cashmere moon Venus and Jupiter shine bright
Complimented by a sea of blinking infinite twilight
The scent of burning oak lingers in the air from home made fires
Reminiscent of a time when this man was just a child
Careless and so free to dream and any dream to live
Like feathers floating across a field carried by the wind
As a gentle breeze blows through the leaves shivering delightful gloom
Unlike flowers of springtime the disheveled autumn vibrance bloom
Leaves crackle beneath my feet along the skeleton tree path
Where I try to find my peace or a song to make me laugh
The air is so much crisper and also soothing when I breathe it in
Underneath a starry sky and brighter constellations of Heaven
Amidst the trail I pass a lovely couple holding hands
While their children run aside frolicking in a playful dance
An old man and his wife admire the view from a wooden bench
With smiles on their face as if nostalgia is still their closest friend
Its these specific autumn affects that bring me sorrows and joy
Reminding me of all theses things Ive wanted as a man since I was a little boy
Its times like these that I wish I wasn't always so alone
Because I would light an fire with my family and call it home
Copyright © Jesse James Forster
Open your eyes to the ever turning skies
I want to here with me through the night
My heart yearns into your soul
Burning as if newly lit coal
I bravely submerg the embers
That the time I have can be spent with you
And I remember each kiss every moment
I was caught in your love that for just this day I remember
So what happened was a chance for your love
A time that I kept in a locket tied with a kiss
I wanted you to feel, to love, to slumber
And to awake in my arms with that times kept bliss
I lay silient in an umber
Copyright © Courtney Courtney
My wife and I were virgins very young and Nieve when we met
And our honeymoon was one I still can't forget
I came across a sex manual very cheap in a second hand book shop
Because me and my new wife didn't know what to do
We thought we'd buy it and might learn a trick or two
That night champagne on ice candles and rose petal bed
There was only one thing I thought in my head
She took a shower
For about half an hour
And the room wafted with sweet perfume
She looked so beautiful stood by the door
As all her clothes fell to the floor
What a sweet delight
On our long awaited wedding night
We both got into bed
She looked into my eyes longingly
Lets read the book and find out what to do she said
With a low soft voice get it read.
Well we read the book
Hold your partner tight kiss her passionately through the night
Well there must have been a few pages missing no wonder it was cheap
Because the second and last page said
Roll over and say ''that was wonderful darling and light a cigarette''
Then go to sleep in your bed.
Well we were disappointed
Is that it?
A couple of things didn't fit.
It took us ages with a new sex Manuel we read every night
We finally got there and did it right.
Ooh la la.....
Peter Dome copyright.2014. July.
Copyright © Peter Dome
What's with that yelling already?
Me Tarzan, Me Man, Me Make Noise
I can see that. Inside voice, please.
You'll wake up Cheetah and you know
How grumpy he gets if his nap is interrupted
Enough, I know already
Me hungry, Jane make lunch
Now wait a minute Jungle Boy, I'm tired
Of waiting on you hand and foot
Make your own lunch
Woman take care of Man, Woman listen to Man, Law of Jungle
That doesn't impress me, loin cloth breath!
Jane talk funny since trip to Ameeereeka
Listen here tree vine jockey, I learned a lot in New Joysee
Women have rights, they used to burn their bras
What is bras, me no understand
Didn't think so. Either you treat me with respect or I'm out of here!
Where Jane go?
Maybe back to New Joysee
Tarzan listen Jane
Jane teach Tarzan respect
Now you're talking
First lesson, what's for lunch?
Copyright © Rick Zablocki
The rush of these days, when so much is on our mind.
It's hard to stop and take a minute to unwind.
Everything we do is for this one goal,
once that's done we can sit and console.
When the pressure is highest and the time is short,
we can look to each other for love and support.
Copyright © Donald Williams
The first time I glimpsed your beautiful smile,
I couldn’t believe you were real, my ideal!
Your beauty captured my attention and soul ,
I could sense it immediately, you make me whole.
Now the distance between us and every moment apart,
is so painful and sad, it blackens my heart.
For you, my heart longs, your gentle, kind touch,
Your smiles, your pure love, its all just too much,
For my lonely sad soul to be far apart,
I crave you, I need you, you are my sweetheart!
Now that you have come into my black and white world,
Color abounds, and rainbows unfurled.
A new joy in my heart, for love once again I am filled,
A new hope, a new faith, happiness re-instilled.
You are my true joy, and hope for forever,
Im thankful for you and Im glad were together.
Copyright © Anthony Hill