Alphabet Constructs 3 2 1
Annotated Achilles amends fallen frame amputees
Bulimec Barbies browse media monkey banalaties
Cameo clouds cling to beaded breath curios
Dopamine dreams dilenate check cash desires
Echo endorfins eulogize bullet brain excrement
Fecal folly fantasies reveal relevant frivoloties
Gonadial grownups gulp secret scrotal generosities
Helical hemorriods hinder senior stricken hemocraps
Idiotic ideals idioiosyncrate post partem iconoclasts
Jack Jill juxtapositories seek sexestential jouveniers
Kryptic killer kisses ascot arrogant kingdumbs
Liquid lipid loiners fear frontline lucklullibies
Malovent mommies masterbate rich reflective mommocules
Nevertheless nightengales nourich ruby rich noonbeams
Ovulatory occults outsource torrent tofu outrages
Pensive picses picnics lovelorny passions
Queer quiet quintensials release rancid quotients
Rape ripe residuals nullify nimble reprocussions
Silky seafoam silohouttes fornicate frothy sandlets
Tepid torch trilogies belie beligerent tourniquets
Useless utterences utilize organize orgasmic utopias
Venimous vixens violate cruel.com visions
White willow wombs softly seed hospice hell winds
XY XX xfactors envision extracurricular xraydoms
Yearning yoyo yesterdays calculate clearcovert yeilds
Zen zealous zions mirror maginfy Zoneotones
THE FORTRESS OF LOVE
Every marriage has its bumps in the road
And they can pop up at any time.
We must learn to navigate them safely
With fairness, faith and open mind.
No matter how far in your marriage you’ve gone
The highway of love has its rules.
The excitement of sex, trust and affection
Never tolerates self-serving fools.
They say marriages are made in heaven,
But so are tornadoes, lighting and thunder.
Cold hearts and hot heads never solve anything
They just destroy what we love by blunder.
Boredom, frustration, irritations and anger
Douse the spark between you and your mate.
More of the same fails to feed love’s flame
Till you wake up to find it’s too late
Human touch sustains the release of endorphins
For both the giver and receiver.
Never be afraid to hug your partner.
For the language of touch is a reliever.
Always remember to support your spouse
When times of dilemma arise.
The fortress of love will sustain your marriage
If you speak less and listen more, you’re wise.
By Tom Zart
MARRIAGE SEX AND ROMANCE
“Some other time, I’m not in the mood
Why cant we just cuddle and watch TV”?
When couples drift into the celibate zone
It’s not long till someone will flee.
Sexual fulfillment helps preserve love,
Parenthood, marriage and self-esteem.
Those who maintain it avoid saying no
To be blessed by its pleasure and gleam.
While dating we tend to be more romantic
Putting forth the best of our charms.
Sharing dinners, long walks, and lustful weekends
As we spend more time in each others arms.
How many times have you said “not tonight”?
Exposing your happy home to harm.
Today’s crushing deadlines leave little time for love
Leaving partners with sorrow, sadness and alarm.
So share one another with red wine and time
Dial your own number and leave the phone off the hook.
Enjoy some romance, sex and laughter
Improving your mood and the way you look.
By Tom Zart
For a moment i held your hand,
when it became empty, i walked in hands with the devil
Wishing for my very last breath for when i hold you next.
knowing i can die over wiled
Time never moves without you.
Time moves to fast with with you.
Time does not excise when you say those three words.
for i fell too deep, tryying to deg my way out.
For my heart is made of glass.
and yours is entwine with my soul.
for is this a dream for do not wish to wake.
For just like a dream everything is possible when your there.
for i do not feel this way for who you are,
its for who i am when im with you.
because once apron a time i fell in love. <3
We began so little and young,
Life beat us bad and twisted our tongue.
You and I walked a pretty rough road I can say
When you stumbled I was always there to make you stay.
Stay and not give up, I didn't give up on you than, so I wont give up on you now,
We danced our life so brutally and softly, but this time you didn't look my way and bounced.
I thought we would go on like this forever, but I guess like people say,
Nothing lasts forever.
Oh, lord lovely lord
and help me
be with me
send the saints to me
I give myself to the wild dogs
to devour it apart
take the pain inside me
I do not deserve to live
but yet I do not want to die.
Almighty father you are the might power
saviour of the world
life sucks down here
take away my soul
Sometimes I like to pretend, things never came to a end. But over time, our love became a crime. I didn't know what we had, would ever end so bad. But then I knew things weren't right, when we started to fight. Now I walk down memory lane all the time, the pain is worst then committing a crime. We only caused eachother pain, but we were eachothers maine. I thought things would be alright, but I cried alot that night. I don't want things to change, without you my life is strange. You said you wanted me so much it started to hurt that you couldn't wait, now im just another person you hate. When you said you didn't care, I knew the person I loved was no longer there. You aren't the same, the new you is lame. We both fell, now it's hell. You use to always be here for me, like family. But now your nowhere in sight, things aren't right. Empty is all that I can feel, I still can't believe this is real. I didn't mean to let you get away, I didn't know what to say. Am i with the right guy, or am i telling myself a lie. I was afraid to loose what we had, but to you that choice was bad.
She wore kindness, forgiveness and the romance crown,
Loved her when she laughed, yelled, groan, cried or croon,
Silliness, jokes, laughs, rivers of love, kisses above us flown,
Young lovers we were, holding hands, with devotion upgrown.
I was once lost in the darkness of life, and gave up the fight,
She hold my hands, "come" she said, to open field to sunlight,
"Let go" again she said, run, play, sing, spin and whirl in might,
I was luminary again, radiated like celestial fire on moonless night.
She is the one, who ignited the stars, and planted the roses,
Decorated my life with her musical cords, and magical gnosis,
So special my darling, possesses the miracles and the stick of Moses,
Happy 27th anniversary my gorgeous wife, and with love I closes.
Another night alone
Because the road is all you know.
Carry my heart with you please
Do with it what you will.
Every moment that you are gone
Fear consumes my soul.
Giving me reason to feel this cold
How hard to live this lonesome life.
I've given you all of me
Just to watch your tired eyes
Kill my ounce of hope.
Living this life has grown so old
My mind understands
Never will my heart.
Of all the things in the world
Pulling that load hurts me the most.
Questions flutter across the room
Regrets unspoken and how they consume.
Struggling to survive day to day
Torn to nothing
Unaware and ashamed.
Vigorously searching for what is unknown
Warmth of your touch is all I long for.
Xanthic flesh from our years
Zealous no more from these tears.
Never in a million years would i have thought
this to be,
my bestfriend, companion, and so special
if i wouldnt have opened my eyes,
she could have just passed by and walked right
outta my life.
but in Gods weird since of loving humor way,
today he brought Brittany Back to stay,
a life from my past that i had lost,
never knowing what would be Gods cost.
Now i sit hear always waiting to see,
her simple smile brighten up for me.
The friendship, hugs, smiles and the tug at my heart,
now i know it was just the start.
I may not always be the best,
but yet she still chooses me above all the rest.
all i ask is please let this be I love you Brittany,
and God please bring her home to Me...
A Feeling of Love- E.Oriedo
My love book wasn't written on,
Until that day I saw you,
And before I even made a step,
I felt like something was written on it.
A feeling of love,
A reason to live,
And when I started chasing you,
When I started thinking about you,
When I felt I should tell you,
What I felt became cristal clear to me,
A feeling of love,
A reason to live.
And today nothing has changed,
And today I still feel the same thing,
And I realise that this feeling,
A feeling that hacked the rest of my life,
And set every other thing to a pause,
This feeling that I never had before,
Was a true feeling of love,
A feeling of love,
A reason to live.
You call the police on my son
You pull a knife, he has a gun
You call my wife a tramp, I call you a loser
I drive an Escort, you drive a junked up Cruiser
I ask my wife what's for dinner, she says slop
We are inbred white trash cream of the crop
We finally move in together and become one
We do the horizontal bop until the morning sun
We are now husband and wife, sister and brother
Our kids won't know what to call us, maybe father and mother
She is now pregnant with our child
We are exhausted from our rituals and breeding style
The neighbors say this is wrong that we should just adopt
We must have our own or there will be no inbred white trash cream of the crop
Now after 19 months, we have 2
We steal from the goodwill box to get clothes for me and you
We use electrical cords for belts and to discipline the children of ours
We always encourage our kids to reach for the stars
Their potential has yet to be achieved
My wife says she has something up her sleeve
We believe our kids will always be on top
It helps to be inbred white trash cream of the crop
Billy Sue is twelve and in the fourth grade
Charlie does addition, he's got it made
Our kids will bring us fortune and fame
Too bad all kids ain't as talented as ours, what a shame
Now our son hosts an AM radio program called the Swap Shop
Our kids can feel privileged being inbred white trash cream of the crop
The love between us is very strong
We feel as inbreds, it's where we belong
Our kids have impairments, which brings government funds
We keep our inbreds on the priority list they are still number one
Now my daughter does unbelievable hip hop
All other kids are jealous because they are not inbred white trash cream of the
I killed my feelings...
I killed my dreams...
I killed my hope...
You killed your time...
You killed your beauty...
You killed your future...
We killed our love.
We killed our marriage.
We killed our family.
We are Killers.
But we are still alive and out from the prison!
Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved
You are clean
I still think you
I met a man in a bar
I'm sure you won't understand
we talked of our lovers
we held hands
felt like we understood
our unfufilled lives
we were just lonely
You are mine
I still know you
Always be compassionate!
For giving has its joy.
Kept lies may never offer partnerships!
Quickly, romance slips through useless void!
Who exits your zone?
Right man to be a husband
I love him so deep
Come closer let our hearts beat together,
Close your eyes and let us fade away forever,
Let our bodies lie close like hands when in pray,
let us stay like this, until our dying day,
let me whisper four words, let them echo together,
Those four words, i love you forever.
AM ENSLAVED BY LIQUOR
The bottle had become my friend and companion
When the sun rises I stroll to my favorite drinking salon
Leaving my wife and children in bed to quench my thirst
And spend my monthly salary on my best hobby drinking
Till when i feel that I have bought all the patrons a drink
My children are better sitted at home
Than wasting money educating them
My boys are better at rearing my herd of goats and cows
While the girls can assist their mother in cooking and doing home chores
While I their father can drink and do my usual routine; drinking
I abscond from duty because I can’t miss to drink
My work mates remind me to resume work but that’s is none of my concern
As long as I serve my precious master the “bottle”
If am not the one to leave last the drinking joint last am not faithful
So I make sure I leave last
Now am sitted all alone at my veranda wasted
Having become a laughing stock by my village mates
I had turned into a greedy father and bread winner
I failed to provide for my family needs
I gave up on educating my children
My wife had to endure regular beatings and insults from me
All this I did under the influence of alcohol
Not knowing that my family was being ruined.
Seems Too Much
I'd Rather Paint Red
For My Dawn
and My Emotional Sun......
Martin before our first date,
In my heart I knew you were my soul mate.
At first it was hard for me to trust,
For i thought in my life i would only find lust.
As i thought i could never find true love,
For i have been shown wrong by the bright skies above.
As they have sent u down to love me,
This i can know definitely see .
As you have made me a beautiful Mother and Wife,
Without the both of you I would be nothing in this life.
In my life you have bestowed Restoration,
You and Alizma are now my submission,
You both are my world of inspiration,
You both know fully have my dedication.
For ever with all my Love
Love your Wife/ Mother
In dedication to my loving husband Martin A. Lopez
And my Precious 17 day old daughter Alizma N. Lopez
Written by Katrina P. Lopez on May 3rd 2013
Sweet as honey from the hive
Warm as the hearth on cold winters night
Bright as the sun of a new day
Cheerful as the song of a bird in flight
Strong as the blade of a swordsman posed to strike
Steady as the north star at night
Soft as a kitten's coat
Beautiful as the northern light
Gentle as a babbling brook
Playful as a puppy at her best
Pure as the new fallen snow
Peaceful as a babe at mother's breast
It can comfort when your in pain
It can make you happy when you are gray
It can tell the tale of 1000 words
It can be the perfect end to a long stressful day
Take my hand for it all i have to offer.
We will go on this adventure one day together
Dear my sleeping beauty
This is not the end for all this is a temporary good bye.
Close your eyes for i wish for life.
For this is all you wanted.
Dear your truest lover
I know you can make her happy for she has not been sense you left that dark day.
Dear weeping heart dear soul that is stained by which you once held.
I will morn and grieve my weeping heart will never heal.
I loved you tell my dying day.
Because you touched my heart in such a special so i always pray.
Dear deepest lover dear my sweetish mother.
MY DEAR LATE WIFE
i was a island in a sea of lonliness
pounded by waves on all 4 sides
all our friends have acended to a far better place
and my youth has now far passed me by
but on the horizon i spotted a ship
a vessel to rescue me
it came in the form of 2 adults an 2 kids
it was our daughter and her family
i now have a reason to carry on
i look forword to a new day
i only wish that you could be with me now
because i miss you in every way
but don't worry darlin i'll be with you soon
when my work here is finally done
then the angels will come an call out my name
an we'll once again be together as one
• Doing what I thought I’d love doing with my life
Spending it with my lovely wife.
• We sit watching TV in the place we call home
I’m happy to be married, but yet, why am I still alone?
• I thought this union was for love and not lust
Just knowing it was partly because of the trust.
• Slowly drifting away was that trust
And quickly thoughts entered, echoing; this marriage is a bust.
• Sign after sign appeared before me
But they faded because, “She Married Me” was all I wanted to see.
• Caught in what she considered to be just a small white lie
Was big enough to have me break out into a cry.
• What’s really going on? I asked myself.
I had no answer, so I looked above for some help.
• Lord, we said our vows and danced to our wedding song.
How is it that we’re married, but yet, I’m still alone?
• We entered our suite; ooh, to make love to my wife was my anticipation.
But, low and behold, there was no consummation.
• Oh Lord, that was the very first sign,
But my love for my wife had me foolishly blinded.
• Maybe she was tired and needed sleep,
Oh how, I so wanted to weep.
• So, for a couple of years and a few more months, I stood strong,
But no more could I take being married, but still alone.
Poem for my wife
My dear, my wife, you're my life .
no not crying in my mistec
you and our son my life.
Give me one more opportunity.
You're my veep my hart
forget that all maiter
sorry all the stuff related to my mistec
you and me is loving not less cupull our love in third
just our love anyone as Moon Star forgiveness for all my mistec
- by sanjay amaan
I could not afford a Bow Flex, costs too much
I get diagrams to build my own from a man named Henry Clutch
The instructions say if I build it right
It will make me lean and my stomach tight
The first step, according to the instructions, is to collect empty beer bottles and
I go across the road to see Inez and Stan
They open their closet and tell me to take what I need from empties in here
I was kind of disappointed when none of them were from Busch Beer
They ask me what are they for, I tell them they're for a hobby
I smile as I see myself in 32 weeks with a trailer park body
The next step is to collect some full sand bags, I know who to contact, the
I know a female Sargeant there, he name is Louise, but her troops call her Black
She has the looks of her dad Stew
But she has a singing voice like Julie Andrews
She hooks me up with three full sand bags, which is more than I need
Step three I can't do, it would violate the trailer park creed
I guess cheaper isn't always the way to go
I bragged to my wife about the new me, but now I must eat crow
I decided to use the stuff I collected to decorate the front yard, but my wife said it
would look too gaudy
I look around at the heroes here at the park and realize that after all I do have a
trailer park body
Now I am back to square one
This trailer park is rippin' and roarin' fun
That couch sitting out in front of lot nine
After it's dark it will be mine
Na trágica nudez das noites silenciosas a minha amada reza
eu nada espero por isso quero morrer não sei rezar.
Oh, minha amada!
Bendita seja tu entre as mulheres ...
nos teus olhos tivera visto o fantasma da traição
que ignoro nas noites silenciosas.
Quando eu morrer orai por mim minha amada!
A hora chegou
orai por mim
tenho um rumor de aleluia encontrando
nas minhas palavras o sofrimento
perseguido pela desgraça cheio de dores
porque eu peguei portanto insistir
orai por mim minha virgem santa ...
pela semente implantada no seu ventre humano.
Bendita seja a mãe que te gerou!
Eu já não sei rezar...
orai por mim
I had to be strong and not falter
Remember our wedding day?
You ran from the alter
Didn’t want to talk to anyone wanted to be alone
Remember our conversation on the cellphones?
You expressed your doubts
And began to shout
Recalling a fight from moths ago
When friends and us all went out
I embraced you with words
And foiled your concerns
We both couldn’t ignore
What our hearts yearned
We shed our tear
And shared a cry
Look at us now
We’re doing fine
2 years later a beautiful lady
Hugs, kissed, and endless smiles
Expecting our first baby
What a good mother
You never scold
Lilly Ann we hoard like treasure
That’s our precious gold
We shed tears
And shared a cry
Look at us now
We are a family with our own house
And we are doing fine
He looks at him
then dotingly roll his eyes on her
from head to toe he re-inspects
He is a proud beast!
A man that derive tremendous pleasure
seeing men relish
burn with shameless desire
at his wife's glamor and splendor.
He was not always so humorous about it
"such utter disrespect!" He would curse
"They don't acknowledge my presence at all!"
Then he realized
its not something she crave
Its her gift
She has a confidence that bewitch
allure your attention.
She walks into a room
it lights up!
She is a whisperer.
A masterpiece every man would idolize
his name to be encrypted on.
Today he smiles
every time another stranger winks at her.
He no longer mind their flirtation.
"Give a brother room to state his futile case" he says.
It keeps their fire burning.
She is a wonder
a golden beauty.
The goddess of his dynasty.
His ecstacy is her glow.
No wonder he spoils her crazy.
He's her number one fan
her charity work largest donor.
Keep tabs across the world for her favorite art
help the kids with homework
replenish her perfumes
host her unpleasant mum once in a while
keep her guessing which day flowers are coming in...
he has been playing 'shopping mate' as tedious as he finds it.
This woman his wife
she is the sky
and there is no limit.
His end is to make
"A paradise on her earth."
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(TO BE CONTINUED)
five decades of experience and vast global knowledge
he met and lay with all kind of ladies.
Women that sparks extreme desire
Some whose names he couldn't pronounce
Even those with no clue as to why God make a girl...
Never did he image
a simple 25 year old beauty
will be the bait to make him surrender.
His friends and families bet
it will last for as long
as she could satisfy his groin.
Its been fourteen years of bliss in this marriage
two handsome boys and a dog
he finds her irresistible.
This woman his wife
she makes him nervous
she makes him question his manhood.
He is well known and influential
a man of means
proud and egotistic
but the moment she came into his life
the balance of power shifted.
She's in total control.
Stubborn as a mule!
He often find himself inflamed.
She makes him so angry with her arguments.
"Why must she always contend?"
such a strong personality!
"Where in heaven did you come from woman?"
is a frequent line that sends her laughing
knowing she has won again.
He recalls their first year of courtship
they would disagree so much
their social lives...
At times they went for days
without a word.
He dated several women in-between
eventually he gave up.
"There will be women more beautiful than her,
learned and more elite."
But he realized
will ever possess more grace
inner beauty and brains
than his simple town girl from Kenya.
Today they celebrate their anniversary in the Bahamas
he laughs at the number of time she fall
learning to surf.
He would try to talk her out if it
he knows too well she's never been one to quit.
Her determination amaze him.
Once she stayed in the water too long
he went frantic thinking he had lost her
to the vast Ocean.
The thought of losing her scares him
more than the thought of losing
his huge empire
or even his own life.
He flinch as he recalls a painful encounter on his 42nd birthday
that would have seen him lose her.
He hurt her so bad
she wasn't sure she will ever recover.
It was tragic and excruciating to both of them.
But after a month of total anguish and despair
she forgave him.
She fought for them!
"With all she got and still she wanted me!"
It was the first time anyone had purely loved him.
Accepted him with all mistakes and wrong choices.
"It was literary being born again.
more than a second chance.
Its like all along i had been blind
or locked up
and had been granted freedom."
"With all my records and achievements
it was the first time i felt good enough.
I found my purpose!"
She is the only trophy worth mentioning.
This woman his wife
so rich of thrill and delight.
unpredictable and full of adventure.
No wonder his now 27 old daughter adore her so.
She is the life of the party
a puzzle he no longer care to figure out.
You cannot interact with her and remain sane.
She will teach you ways to appreciate life
make each day count.
Often he claims
he wouldn't be here had she left.
Though she's the baby
he gets all the nurture.
"She protects me not just from the world
but from me too."
She has been his guide and guard
with her he can never go wrong.
"She is the lamp sent from above to light my path."
No longer looks over his shoulder
he know she will never hurt nor betray him.
Once after dinner he broke hysterically
"Her cooking is aphrodisiac
Her love making insatiable
Her sense of style unimaginable"
"Her strength immense
her joy is endless
her faith steadfast."
She is the pillar that holds them together.
As a black man once proudly sang
this woman his wife
"She gives me good loving!"
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(TO BE CONTINUED)