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The Long-Suffering Wife

Believing that marriage was ordained of God; 
that, like a seed, it needed constant nurturing, 
she sowed her deep devotion with a hope 
that stretched beyond an ordinary scope. 
That hope scanned schisms that had left her desolate-
until it reached the heavens with her prayers.

Time and time again, her spouse complained or failed to do small things
essential to cementing the marriage bond.
With unusual restraint, she held her tongue, forgave. . . and listened.
If matrimony were the fire in a hearth, she supplied the kindling and the logs;
then lauded him for twigs that on occasion he tossed in. 
Some nights she’d lay a weary head upon the chest 
of the one she called her husband (when he was fast asleep and didn’t know). 
In those moments, she felt the beat of that heart he never showed to her.

With humbleness she supplicated God 
that she might find connection with her mate.
She wondered and she wondered why. . .if thoughts, invisible, 
which were transmitted to the Lord, were able to be recieved by Him,
why could not her words, directly spoken to the one on earth she loved, be heard?

Daily on her knees, she telegraphed celestially with a faith most extraordinary. . . 
and wisdom came. Her love would not be broken, and she grew. 
The seed she’d planted took root too and grew until there came a time. . .
she laid a graying head upon the chest
of one that was her husband (not just in word only); 
a someone who now watched HER as she drifted off to sleep. 
With his heartbeat strong in her ear,
she heard him whisper softly, “I love you” as he kissed her cheek goodnight.


For Audrey Carey's "To Err Is Human to Forgive Divine"


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Sins and Virtues Chapter Two

Turning her back to the wedding guests Lust throws a bouquet of Poison Ivy and Venus Flytraps 
over 
her head.  Stepping in front of Sloth, Envy snatches the the bouquet out of the air.  "Nice catch Envy" 
said Sloth with slow slurred speech.  "Thank you Sloth and I do believe green is more my color".  
Turning around to see who caught the bouquet Lust wasn't a bit surprise to see Envy holding the 
Poison Ivy and Venus Flytraps.  "Well Envy I guess you're next to be wedded off" stated Lust.  Pride 
motions for Hatred to release the owls.  Unlocking the huge cage Hatred releases the owls.  Slow to 
take flight the great owls flap their wings and ascends into the darkness.  "Let's get this party 
started.  Turn on the music" yelled Greed.  As the sins partied the night away the sun came rising in 
the country Tranquility.  "Are you ready to spend all eternity together?"  Loyalty asked Love as they 
stood on their balcony.  "My dear, dear, husband soon to be you already know the answer to the 
question you ask".  As Loyalty and Love stand locked in a warming embrace being kissed by the 
rays of the sun the two share a kiss of their own.  Beep, beep, beep "Well this is a perfect time for my 
communicator to beep" breaking her embrace with Loyalty, Love answers her communicator.  
"Hello Faith how are you?"  "I'm fine Love and how are you?"  "I'm ready to start this new era in my 
life".  "I'm looking over your wedding file.  Are there any last minute changes you want to make?"  
"No Faith everything's perfect".  "I'm outside of your house waiting on you Love.  Let's get going".  
"I'll be right down.  I have to go Loyalty".  Grabbing Love by the waist and pulling her close Loyalty 
whispers in her ear "Are you sure this is what you want?"  "I've wanted you when I first saw you.  
Now if you'll excuse me Faith is waiting for me". 
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Red Seven aka The Green Poet aka The Brown Philosopher


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Dreams Of Reality

Dreams Of Reality
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 in “Death OF A Rose” By Nate Spears

A difference of a world a way
A distance of a different kind
Love is blind and divine
Hold my hand
Let us touch the sunshine
On this hill of heaven we stand 
I pray

From one another 
Life and the world will never take us
Unless it’s together
Then we will become forever
Never leaving each others presence
Our bond becomes stronger in living
With every day
I stare into your glare
Wishing we live on; and long 
Strong and healthy 
We will grow old
In a happy union together
Looking beside me
Coming to a reality
You’re not there
My dreams are not reality 
My love has perished. 


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The Woman and the Fisherman

There was a young woman living by the sea.
Her house was on the shore owned by her family.
The house of a fisherman that was tall and slender,
Was built on an island opposite to hers.

It was a starry night when they met.
Fisherman was on water preying fishes with net.
He saw a woman drowning in the sea,
She was caught by his baits accidentally.

The fisherman came to save her;
Brought her home and offered food and water.
Under the moon,they laughed and talked,
Footprints marked the sand as they walked.

The moonlight flashed in both eyes,
Hidden feelings suddenly arise.
Hearts were pierced by Cupid's dart
Filled the place with love and art.

Came the sun rise and ended their night,
Woman needs to go home and leave his sight.
Poor young fisherman can’t defy;
Hugged her and kissed goodbye.

Days have passed but memories still in mind.
On the balcony she sits, staring on the opposite side.
So she went to the opposite island to see him,
But found fisherman and his wife and child with him.

The woman stepped back and went to the shore;
She drowned herself for life’s not good anymore,
But someone stopped her and grabbed her.
It was fisherman who gladly said “You came back” and pulled her out of the water.

Out spoke the woman, --”You’re now married, so let me die!”
“What? I’m not married, you’re telling a lie!”
“I went to your house and saw you with your wife and child!”
“That’s my twin brother”, the fisherman smiled.

Now, it’s the fisherman and the woman living by the sea,
In an island where they both dwell happily.
With the moon above, they exchanged their vows so quiet,
On a lovely night where the stars are bright.


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Shame and Honor- A True Story

“You want me to give you my daughter’s hand in marriage….
without the blessing of your family on this union?”
My father sternly eyed the love of my life.
I was quaking inside…
Why did this whole thing have to be so difficult?
Why did WE have to be modern day Romeo and Julliet with the Capulets and the Montagues out to kill our love? Why?

“You have MY blessing on this union. It should be enough.  
It is all I can offer. I am willing to be disowned by my family, if need be.
They have threatened to throw me out.  I am willing to pitch a tent on campus 
and live there if that becomes a reality. That is how much I love your daughter.“

My father was quiet for a moment. What a decision to make!  In a community
where shame and honor ruled supreme, he had to decide whether to subject
his daughter, indeed, his whole family, to public disgrace by making it known that she was not wanted, or to bring her joy by granting to her the desire of her heart...this young man.

My brother was not so giving. “How could you? Don’t you know the
things she is saying behind your back? You are dragging our good name in the
dirt.”  I couldn't understand him. How could he not care about his best friend's love for me, his sister? Was honor that important? I would soon find out…the silence was unbearable.

“Had I not known that you are a man of honor, a man of your word, and that you can stand up to your mother, I would not do what I am going to do now….which is to promise you my daughter’s hand in marriage.” 

My heart skipped a beat as I let out a sigh of relief.  My man beamed at me. How proud I was of him. Our love would pay the price of shame, for there is nothing more honorable than to love and be loved, no matter the cost.

For Kim Morrisen's Contest
Tell me a True Story
June 19, 2013





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Baby Mermaid

It was down on Bayou Rumpawpaw
where the self proclaimed semi-professional
fisherman Dub “Stinky” Crank first met
the lovely young mermaid by the name of Jewel.
She swam right up to Dub’s old rusty boat
and popped her head out of the water.
It was a fantastical sight to see
and I know this to be a natural fact
because I was there in the boat with him
when the whole dang shebang went down.
For good old bayou boy Dub it was
love at first sight despite him being drunk.
We didn’t have a very good day of fishing
that day which sort of teed me off at the time.
We only caught a few daggum goggle-eye
before the mermaid incident took place.
It worked out pretty darn good for Dub
and he is my very best friend so in
the long run I say heck the what.
After a short bayou soaked courtship
Dub and Jewel done went and got hitched.
I was best man that day and I have to admit
it was a very interesting but strange event.
The two had the love itch really big time
and nine months after the wedding gala
a baby mermaid came swimming into this world.
They named the little bayou beauty Coralee.
I told old Dub that those swimming lessons
we both took when we were young
would come in handy some day.
I still don’t know how the two did
the mating thing and it’s probably
best for my sanity if I never do.


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The Twerker And The Jerk

Dominique was hotter than a pistol and she loved to twerk.
Harold was a super ugly high tech dot-com first class jerk.
When he saw her twerking on the dance floor he got a teepee boner.
When she found out that he had beaucoup money, he was a goner.
After a very short courtship and a whole lot of horizontal polka;
they got married, lived lavishly and his friends thought he was a sucka.
Harold had more money than a crooked politician so their marriage went on.
Even when he turned eighty, Dominique’s dirty dancing gave him a rock hard bone.
Be it love, lust or perversity, Dominique and Harold are still together living very happily.
Lust and greed are both deadly sins, but at least here on earth they have compatibility.


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Mom's Malaise, part two

A couple of years later, at age 19, this farm girl married and, true to her Catholic
upbringing, began having children. She had four live births and four miscarriages over the course of less than seven years, long before the idea of “post-partum” depression was even a gleam of understanding in anyone’s mind.  After the birth of her fourth child, a girl who would grow up to study environmental sciences and eventually draw the correlation between that first atomic explosion and her mother’s first episode of mental, emotional and physical distress, that infant had to be taken by her aunt and uncle to care for lest she perish from failure to thrive because by this time, mom was so deeply depressed, she was unable to care for her newborn.  

In those days there was no such thing as mental health care, no understanding at all of how to nourish the brain or detox the body from the effects of poisons and radiation…for indeed these advances are only recently gaining traction and still only in the realm of “alternative health care”.  With no understanding of her condition, or of what would even constitute appropriate care, her state of mind and body continued to deteriorate. After more than one suicidal episode and losing her children to foster care while she entered a treatment and rehabilitation facility, she was eventually diagnosed as paranoid schizophrenic and manic-depressive, giving her husband sufficient justification to divorce her and blame her parents for not telling him that she was mentally deficient before he married her. Even the Catholic Church agreed and granted an annulment of the marriage that produced his four live children and four miscarriages while he served in the Air Force and left her to care for his children while he was away for years at a time overseas on unaccompanied assignments. But nevertheless, the marriage was officially annulled so that he could marry again sanctioned by the Church and his Catholic bride could continue to take unholy communion in mass.


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Face of Loneliness

Loneliness affected my waste, due to fire-heart and desire
Craving perfection~A true love story, told in the heat of passion
Majesty to my backbone, ball of fire upon confinement
Emperor to all my fire balls of love, until peace and quiet 
Hit my soul, touched- thus depressing feeling
Running in blood

Silence, in my lust~O greed for another, took away this drive
Energy of love, left isolation controlling my itch
For I hunger no-more, upon lies and friendly companionship
Sympathetic puts a face of loneliness, longing for true love
True love to be so true, yet never abused, has love was used
Upon my heart, cheated in many ways, disobeying under skies
Violate marriage into a face of loneliness

The many nights my heart is left in shadows secluded
Thinking of our love story, laughter and tears
Many nights you held me tight it was bright
Now I go on every night with a fight, has I continue to cry
This love story to you, in the little time left under my feet
Hoping you would see, I never stop loving you
It’s so true

Has I must say good-bye face of loneliness and you
Crowned-headed to my loyalty and beauty
Is no longer, yours love sweet love
I send thus love story upon the wings of a dove
So your heart may know, my roses will stand above
Face of loneliness, will cure the knife left in my back
So please, don’t forget to write back 
Love always, Face of Loneliness


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WHY I MARRIED HER

A poetess once told me,
"Power shifts balance all the time
Empires crumble
Wealth and greatness shades too.
The only prosperity you can bed forever is love."
So i married her.


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Familial Connections

Dad's youngest brother
is younger
than my brother:
Dad being the eldest
in his family,
my brother being
the eldest in mine.

Mother's sister
wed Dad's cousin.
Their offspring and I
are double cousins.

I crossed county lines
to choose a mate
totally unrelated.
 
Dream on.
Somewhere back there,
the name Pratt dangles
from both family trees.



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The Wedding of My Dreams- Date: 4th of December, 2013

Walking side by side with the man who beget her,
Amidst veil-cover her face unleashed magnificent smile,
Meters close but she seemed away by a mile,
She took his lead down the aisle to the Alter.

As I stood awaiting my damsel,
I forgot it was December the twenty fifth.
I forgot our union was my yuletide gift.
I forgot that the relentless chime of the Christmas bell.

A thousand of my dreams met reality,
As the church’s Christmas trees, ribbons and bells magnified,
Our bond in the space of three years had intensified,
Amidst smile and tears we took the oaths and legalized the Chemistry.

Until that Christmas I had never kissed in another’s presence.
As the minister gave the command the congregation yearned,
I saw not the damsel I had known but my wife as I unveiled,
The sensation from the meeting of our lips with gracious essence.


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MARRIAGE

Marriage
is being stuck in the elevator with that hot flirty associate
Clive Christian lux on him invigorating your senses
inviting muscles clearly designed on the twill tight shirt
his butt narrating all there is to know bout "his good loving."
he is the 'baller and the club manager'
and everything about him screams come get me baby
and everything in you screams "All ready for you papi!"
BUT
Finding the strength and courage to suppress all that want
closing eyes and recalling that ugly fight with your spouse this morning
and knowing too well you would rather go home to him/her even though you might not be getting none tonight.

Marriage is knowing the betray,the guilt,and the self-disgust that comes after the deed on temptation is not worth it!

Gladly Coming home to you baby after five!!!


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walls

Memories consume me, repeatedly in my head.
Every step we took together rewinds.
How he was so cautious with everything he said.
How reserved he was in life, and when the talk of marriage came
I could see him lose his mind. The more we spoke about it the more he gave in
Until I saw a victory soon closing in. now he barely looks at me if he awakes at all we are 
two strangers to share the same bed and trapped by the same walls.


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THE PERFECT PAIR

I am still me
but you are not you
things are different
what can I do

you look the same
as yesterday
but something happened
along lifes way

no conversation
you don't seem to care
if I am with you
or out somewhere

for hours on end
you sit and stare
the tv's your friend
the perfect pair


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house wife

     This is it, the final step before crossing the line and I’m not sure I want to stop. What happens when I cross the line, the end? The end of all he and I share but what do we share besides pain and arguments; we share absolutely nothing. Maybe we have a few moments in time that we both believe that we wouldn't go back and change anything and then reality hits, I love him but I can see it, it being all the arguments that are to come. He will grow to hate me for asking him to quit school and even though I never actually asked, we both know that’s what I wanted. 
     Honestly, I am not sure of what is better anymore, if we should just move on and act as if we never happened, waste our time we spent together and start a new; or simply push our regret and anger into the back of our minds until we blow up repeatedly acting as if it were just spit of insanity. I am nothing more than his wife, not bound by anything more than a small piece of paper and some empty words. I wouldn't blame him for hating me; I could hardly even be upset. Life has tossed up a curve ball and we drop it every time. Neither of us exactly sure of what the other wants, I understand in instances that the first year of marriage is supposedly the hardest, you push and pull and see how much you can get away with; but we just push and push each other away and get nothing out of it. Maybe it was never love after all maybe we both will just wake up and it will all just be a dream, and maybe I am just another house wife realizing my marriage isn't as good as I thought it would be.


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realization

I question everything he tells me from the moment it slips out of his mouth, if it sounds honest or forced. My life is simple and that’s not why I question it.  I am okay with having a little  but not or type. We have a little patience and too little time together. Thought we practically spend almost every second together we could never be more apart. As I think about it more and more it seems to hurt me less, how he always says he wants to leave when we argue and all that comes to mind is that I don’t want to be married again. Not because of how I feel about him but how much time I put into this relationship, it cuts me to my core to have that realization. When we were dating I could never let him leave me because how intimate we had become. Love was not the equation, love was never the answer, and love was the excuse.
    I am not sure if he loves me or just seems to hang around because he feels guilty, guilty for stringing me along for such time. Maybe both but I no longer see the man he was, I see depression and hate pointed toward me. I hate divorce, not because it destroys families but because you stand before you friends and family and you pledge to love someone who in turn makes you look foolish once the papers are filed. I am not unhappy as of now, and that’s not why I am writing this, it’s nothing more than I have come to terms with my stupidity.


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Sins and Virtues Chapter Three

As Love exited her house she found Faith hovering in her New transporter.
"Wow Faith this is beautiful".  "Thank you Love.  This is the new Neo 7000.
It was the last one left".  Interrupted by her communicator Faith answers
her call from Loyalty.  "Hello Loyalty what do you want?"  "Why you have to
ask like that Faith?"  "Just make sure Knowledge have you at the chapel on
time.  Now if you'll excuse me I have things to do".  "C'mon Faith we don't have 
time to play with Loyalty".  Rising higher in the air Faith and Love zoomed away.
As they flew through the sky Faith asked Love about her humanitarian organization
Opened Arms.  "How was your peace keeping mission in the country Limbo?"  
"The citizens there had a lot of raw emotions from the war.  There was a big scar dividing
the country".  "Your organization Opened Arms has a lot of strong positive influence.  How
long have Opened Arms been active in the humanitarian field?"  "Five years".  When the two
landed at the chapel Wisdom was waiting for them.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Green Poet aka Red Seven aka The Brown Philosopher


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Sins and Virtues Chapter One

Covered in darkness wearing a veil of evil the bride stands before her groom
and a vile host of wedding guests.  The heat and hate that filled the air was so 
thick that they all choked on it.  Baffled and amazed that Lust the biggest 
slut ever was about to be wed to Greed.  Everyone watched with anticipation as 
a union of sin was joined in unholy matrimony.  The words that flowed from 
the mouth of Pride the priest cut through the air like swords.  "Disgustingly 
wicked we have come together in the presences of demonic forces to witness 
and behold the joining of this devil and slut in unholy matrimony.  This band 
and covenant of marriage was established by evil in darkness.  Lust will you 
have Greed to be your husband; to live together in the covenant of marriage?
Will you obey him, lay with him and fulfill his sexual desires as long as you 
both shall live?"  With the flames of hell burning in her eyes Lust answers "I 
will".  "Greed will you have Lust to be your wife; to live together in the 
convenant of marriage?  Will you supply and adorn her with riches 
as long as you both shall live?"  With a twinkle in his eyes that sparkles like 
gold Greed answers "I will".  "By the powers invested in evil the
bride and groom may kiss".  As their lips 
touched their wedding guests was as silent as a corpse.  Turning her back to 
the wedding guest Lust throws a bouquet of Poison Ivy and Venus flytraps 
over her head.  Stepping in front of Sloth, Envy snatches the bouquet out of 
the air.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Brown Philosopher aka The Green 
Poet aka Red Seven


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Sins and Virtues Chapter Two

"By the powers invested in evil the bride and groom may kiss".  As their lips touched
their wedding guests were as silent as a corpse.  Turning her back to the wedding guests
Lust throws a bouquet of Poison Ivy and Venus Flytraps over her head.  Stepping in front
of Sloth, Envy snatches the bouquet out of the air.  "Nice catch Envy" said Sloth with slow
slurred speech.  "Think you Sloth and I do believe green is more my color".  Turning around 
to see who caught the bouquet Lust wasn't a bit surprise to see Envy holding the Poison Ivy
and Venus Flytraps.  "Well Envy I guess you're next to be wedded off" stated Lust.  Pride
motions for Hatred to release the owls.  Unlocking the huge cage Hatred releases the owls.
Slow to take flight the great owls flap their wings and ascends into the darkness.  "Let's get this
party started.  Turn on the music" yelled Greed.  As the sins partied the night away the sun came
rising in the country Tranquility.  "Are you ready to spend all eternity together?"  Loyalty asked Love
as they stood on their balcony.  "My dear, dear, husband soon to be you already know the answer
to the question you ask".  As Loyalty and Love stand locked in a warming embrace being kissed by
the rays of the sun the two share a kiss of their own.  Beep, beep, beep, "Well this is a perfect time 
for my communicator to beep"  breaking her embrace with Loyalty, Love answers her communicator.  "Hello Faith how are you?"  "I'm fine Love and how are you?"  "I'm ready to
start this new era in my life".  "I'm looking over your wedding file.  Are there any last minute 
changes you want to make?"  "No Faith everything's perfect".  "I'm outside your house waiting for
you Love.  Let's get going".  "I'll be right down.  I have to go Loyalty".  Grabbing Love by the waist
and pulling her close Loyalty whispers in her ear "Are you sure this is what you want?"  "I've wanted
you when I first saw you.  Now if you'll excuse me Faith is waiting for me".
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Brown Philosopher aka Red Seven


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Sins and Virtues Chapter Three

As Love exited her house she found Faith hovering in her New transporter.
"Wow Faith this is beautiful".  "Thank you Love.  This is the new Neo 7000.
It was the last one left".  Interrupted by her communicator Faith answers
her call from Loyalty.  "Hello Loyalty what do you want?"  "Why you have to
ask like that Faith?"  "Just make sure Knowledge have you at the chapel on
time.  Now if you'll excuse me I have things to do".  "C'mon Faith we don't have 
time to play with Loyalty".  Rising higher in the air Faith and Love zoomed away.
As they flew through the sky Faith asked Love about her humanitarian organization
Opened Arms.  "How was your peace keeping mission in the country Limbo?"  
"The citizens there had a lot of raw emotions from the war.  There was a big scar dividing
the country".  "Your organization Opened Arms has a lot of strong positive influence.  How
long have Opened Arms been active in the humanitarian field?"  "Five years".  When the two
landed at the chapel Wisdom was waiting for them.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Green Poet aka Red Seven aka The Brown Philosopher


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Married to the Tin Man

Rust ate away the Tin Man's heart,
but I never stopped loving.
After abandoning me, who wouldn't
need a wizard's magic to restore
some semblance of feeling?
Loving me was like loving a tin can:
I always had something to offer.
Loving him was no more than loving tin foil:
he crumpled from every wifely demand.

After passion had worn out his iron cock,
he marched into the woods -- as he fled,
my desperate words flung from a resolute mouth
bounced harmlessly off an impenetrable backside.
I cried, threw things, carried on for days,
but nothing flipped the switch in his mind.
[The robot was intent on leaving me.]

So alone as I was, I did not regret my actions:
I sold that bastard's heart to a junkyard. 


This poem appears online at Words are a Need. 
http://wordsareaneed.blogspot.com/2014/07/married-to-tin-man.html


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Sins and Virtues Chapter One

Covered in darkness wearing a veil of evil.  The bride stands before her groom and a vile host of
wedding guests.  The heat and hate that filled the air was so thick that they all choked on it.
Baffled and amazed that Lust the biggest slut ever was about to wed Greed.  Everyone watched 
with anticipation as a union of sin was joined in unholy matrimony.  The words that flowed from 
the mouth of Pride the priest cut through the air like swords.  "Disgustingly wicked we have come
together in the presences of demonic forces to behold the joining of this devil and slut in unholy 
matrimony.  This band and covenant of marriage was established by evil in darkness.  Lust will 
you have Greed to be your husband; to live together in the covenant of marriage?  Will you obey him,
lay with him, and fulfill his sexual desires as long as you both shall live?"  With the flames of hell burning in her eyes Lust answers "I will".  "Greed will you have Lust to be your wife; to live together in the covenant of marriage?  Will you supply and adorn her with riches as long as you both shall live?"  With a twinkle in his eyes that sparkles like gold Greed answers "I will".  "By the powers invested in evil the bride and groom may kiss".  As their lips touched their wedding guests were as silent as a corpse.  Turning her back to the wedding guests Lust throws a bouquet of Poison Ivy and 
Venus Flytraps over her head.  Stepping in front of Soth, Envy snatches the bouquet out of the air.  "Nice catch Envy" said Sloth with slow slurred speech.  "Thank you Envy and I do believe green is more my color".  Turning around to see who caught the bouquet Lust wasn't a bit surprise to see Envy holding the Poison Ivy and Venus Flytraps.  "Well Envy I guest your next to wedded off" stated Lust.  Pride motions for Hatred to release the owls.  Unlocking the huge cage Hatred releases the owls.  Slow to take flight the great owls flap their wings and ascends into the darkness.  "Let's get the party started.  Turn on the music" yelled Greed.  As the sins partied the night away.  The sun came rising in the country Tranquility.  "Are you ready to spend all eternity together?"  Loyalty asked Love as they stood on their balcony.  "My dear, dear, husband soon to be.  You already know the answer to the question you ask".  As Loyalty and Love stand locked in a warming embrace being kissed by the rays of the sun.  The two share a kiss of their own.

Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Green Poet


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Who's In Control as you Fuss and Fight

 
 
As their anger built and they lost control,
    It was like something evil had possessed their soul.
The words they said burned like fire,
    Seeking to hurt the other was their main desire.
It didn’t matter who or what started the fight,
    The ole devil had you this very night.
He set the stage, he set you up,
     As you both spew his venom as you sip from his cup.
Once it gets started it’s so very hard to stop,
     Hate breeds hate such an unrewarding and pain filled crop.
As you reach the point of no return,
     The devil will laugh as you feel his burn.
He wants your soul that’s his only goal,
     One marriage gone to hell another success story for him another mark on his 
pole.
If you want your marriage to stay good and strong,
      Give the devil a kick in the pants and send him back to where he belongs.
And over all the best advice I can give,
     Seek the Lord and follow Him in your daily life and the way you live.


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It seems no matter what he does
she seems to be never satisfied,
Over and over in so many ways he shows his love
to only by her be denied.
New clothes and jewelry he made sure she had
new cars and a nice house she had as well,
But lately she has been telling her friends that in her marriage she is so sad
her marriage is on the verge of going straight to hell.
She goes out at all hours of the night
while leaving him sitting at home all alone,
She knows that she is not doing him right
but in her mind she feels that she is not doing anything wrong.
She and her girlfriend goes to the clubs
in hopes of picking up a guy or two,
It is all about the sexual pleasure and the money but never love
she feels she must do what she got to do.
Her husband would give her the world
if only it was his to give,
He has made her the very center of his world
without her he feels that he would not be able to live.
But she seems to not feel the same way about him
for, her eyes only seem to wonder elsewhere,
She thinks that the grass is much greener on the other side of the fence
therefore, she feels she has a right to go looking elsewhere.
Their marriage had been built on lies and deception
since the very first day,
But they both thought at the time it was worth saving
this is why they went on ahead and married any way.
Now, he is starting to see his mistake
and he wishes he could do it all again differently,
For three years she has made his heart ache
he realizes that she is no longer the woman that she used to be.