It was their night they shone bright as they danced their sweet dance
Two lovers embraced in their world of romance.
They laughed and they cried as their eyes locked in stare
It was their world for this moment as if no one was there.
And their steps they so flawlessly glided in tune,
To a melody that touched everyone in that room.
Their passion brought envy to onlookers there,
Who secretly questioned their own love affair.
But as the night closed and came to an end
The lovers were blind to what lie round the bend.
The house and the cars and the jobs that went bad
The kids drove them crazy and their savings were drab.
So they fought to hold on to the things in their life,
That caused them so much of their pain and their strife.
They fought with each other like enemies do,
And dismissed in their life everything that was true.
So when sickness and hardships and troubles occurred,
Their vows to commit seemed truly absurd.
Their home and their kids would now take a backseat,
For their moral obligation they chose not to meet.
So I Ask …
What happened to that dance they danced so well?
With passion and truth everyone could tell.
What happened to their dance where they held so tight?
What happened to the wonder of their glorious night?
What happened to the words that charmed their ears?
With a passionate rhythm that brought them to tears.
What happened to those vows that poured from their heart?
The “I love you forever and till death do us part”.
For these aren’t just words we borrow for the day,
From another who tells us this is what we must say.
We say them cause it’s what we feel true in our heart,
It’s a God given blessing we commit from the start.
But these words are now lost as they fall on deaf ears,
Since the pain and the struggles they’ve created these years.
So the lesson here learned dear people of odd,
Is that love is so fragile but made strong with our God.
So stop fighting for power and money or need,
For all of this nonsense is only our greed.
Keep God in your life and he’ll walk you through,
When heartache and pain and losses ensue.
For why commit vows in the eyes of our God,
And not call on him when life gets too hard?
For the truth of our vows we are all meant to see,
is that marriage is not, made of two, but of three
If reading these words ring some truth in your heart,
Decide that today you will make a new start.
Go hug your spouse and say something kind
Don’t let the small stuff cloud up your mind.
We’re all just lost souls who are trying to cope
If not there for each other then where is the hope?
You see, the anger, the fight
that in us abide, Is only the insecure child inside.
So rise up above all this fear and this pain,
And see all the beauty that there is to gain.
By trusting in God and his will for you
Together forever he’ll see you both through.
For life is too short for our miserly ways
cheap on our love hence dreading our days.
He made us to love in all that we do
To wake up each morning and start us a new.
So pray for your spouse, ask God to be kind
To the person you prayed in the beginning to find.
They’re still the same person you loved from the start
But life and it’s troubles have hardened their heart.
You vowed that you’d love them in sickness and health
Now is your chance to show God what you felt.
So rise up my friend, don’t say that you’re through
For what if your loving God gave up on you?
THE WIDOW'S DAY
He’d been dead for forty years
But she carried on each day
Got up at eight and dressed
Ate luncheon on a tray
No bride was kissed as well
No groom felt more complete
And one year was their gift
When Fate served them defeat
She should have followed him
But life grabbed her instead
Who is to say what’s better
The living or the dead
Each day as sun drew low
She tossed a glass of wine
Lolled on the white porch swing
And took a dip through time
His shadow found her then
She touched his rugged face
It emphasized the fact
No one would take his place
And though she craved wild nights--
Cold loneliness was cruel--
she lived her life alone
becoming no man's fool.
My message lies not in the sentence
If you learn to read between the lines
You will hear stories in my silence
My life is not about roses and wines
I look strong on the exterior
But I am weak on the interior
I may be smiling on the outside
But I am hurting on the inside
I can’t help but wonder, about the blunder, of building a one room log cabin,
Where man and wife, lived a private life, ‘til kids became real, not imagined
With no partitions, or new additions, you’d think their sex life would run ashore.
But they both knew, how to make it through, by inventing a thing called the chore.
As each kid did sprout, pa had to go out, and think up a new job for the tot.
He soon realized, that for his farm’s size, there were more tots then jobs to be got.
And the matriarch, made the remark, that inside we plum ran out of space.
So they tried to rid, their house of kids, as fast as were made in the first place.
At last the last lad, made a nice lass glad, got married and had a grand party,
But pa had ma’s hind, right on his mind; they arrived at the party, tardy.
Well all went ok, until the sad day, when the old man’s life ran out of time.
And then poor ma, lost her chutzpah, plus the cabin exceeded its prime.
So ma did call, her last son Paul, asked if he knew what she should do then,
He said oh dear, I just moved here, and that we don’t even have a den.
But son relents, and acts the gent, there is space in one nook of our room.
If you feed cows, and all the sows, cause heck ma, I’ve got a new bride groom.
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
Our marriage is a promise from heaven above,
That we are bind with each other forever to love,
A promise not to give up when trials arrived,
A commitment into a journey,our goal to make it last.
For now we are both parents the pressure arise,
But the joy is more abundant for us to don't mind,
For our child is a gift, a treasure, an angel,
The reason that we have this most special bond.
Whenever we are weary and our faith is not enough,
We just prayed to God, to secure our hearts,
For we will keep our promise no mater how hard it seems,
We need to keep going, for our love to keep on surviving.
As we age, i can't guarantee I'll be lovable at all times,
For i know i have my shortcomings, not easy to handle out,
And i have to say i always love you more enough,
At times you are annoying,it is still you that i've been longing.
My love for you has grown stronger through the years,
Giving me more reasons to conquer all of this fears,
Just remember the day that i said " I Do" to you,
It was my heart's promise that i will stand by you.
The thing his wife regretted most:
Not putting poison on his toast.
For Susan’s Regret contest
Oh, the morning's Godly devotions
Amid ungodly emotions
Walking the earth, dampness soothing the sole
Bound to it with affinity and closeness
Yet heaven bound, tearing away from this concrete shoe
The coffin-drumming clods of clay
Covered with verge and fields of hay
A thin covering at that
As if the bountiful bosom is clad with a slip of silk,
A wisp of decency
Oh, the throes of fleshly woes
The shudder and fever of the soul's great war
Obsession, passion, thrills after fashion
The lashing of a scaly tail at the end of this mortal coil
Toil, toil, the gravel pit of survival
For what, mere existence?
The passions collide, asteroid striking planet,
Barren wasteland exploding in pits and pocks,
Craters round, dry as bone
Dry as love, old as valleys
Soundlessly, airlessly, lovelessly grey
Should I leave or should I stay?
Passion swells as sea's mighty tide
Thrusting the shore, thrusting, subside
Yet the shore is not moved, not even an inch
And on the moon there is no thirst to be quenched
No moisture, no thrust
No place, no lust
No sound to awake
No ear to hear the gong
of time tick and take
She said her husband’s looking fine
(I know she drank a lot of wine…)
For Andrea’s Itty Bitty contest
Sun and Earth spinning, universes burning, inwardly yearning
Knowledge and learning, warmness in the darkness turning
Spirit and soul, love kept beside my bed in a bowl
A cold winters night and stove full of coal
Our Love is sure, as sure can be sure.
Our love is pure, as pure can be pure.
Our love matures as we mature.
Our love endures as we endure.
I have a fear of drowning in deep waters, dark and cold;
I dream the waves are parted revealing Death's threshold.
I wonder, tremb'ling in my bed, if another life I've known;
Is there a body 'neath the sea, dissolved, bone of my bone?
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
We boarded the Titanic, her maiden voyage from the shore,
Just the two of us together, me and my husband Isidore.
Grandly cradled on the ocean within the ship of dreams,
Unaware an ice tow'r waited in the frigid, black extremes.
Roast squab and French ice creams, champagne and caviar
Were the first class luxuries, sailing on beneath the stars.
Near midnight the vessel shuddered as though wounded in the heart;
We waited captain's orders to load the lifeboats, disembark.
"Women first!" the crew commanded; older men could also go,
But Isidore would not depart, the truest gentleman I know.
He entreated me to leave the ship, but like Ruth of long ago,
I replied, "We've lived together many years. Where you go, I go."
We faced Death as we faced life, companions to the end . . .
Climbing the staircase to heaven, hand in hand with my best friend.
The story of Isidore and Ida Strauss is true; they were first class passengers on the
Titanic. Isidore was co-owner of Macy's. My connection to Ida is fiction.
The grand staircase on the Titanic was called "the staircase to Heaven."
June 22, 2014
She is a ubiquitous presence
In the fabric of my life
And always seems to have the pulse
Of my oft times crazy life.
She knows just when to let me run
And when to apply the brakes
She celebrates my achievements
And is tolerant of mistakes
At night when plagued with nightmares
In search of a restful sleep
She can chase away my goblins
Even while she sleeps.
She has opened up a world for me
By turning living into life
She is my most valued treasure
My loving, beautiful wife.
One’s meanness and the other’s foolishness abet
them in arranging both a marriage and a bet.
“The Marriage Rose”
The marriage rose grows without any strain
It has seen joy in its blooms but also has seen pain
The beautiful bloom also has its thorn
And without hesitation a brand new bud is born
One bloom dies and another bloom grows
It’s a beautiful process and through eternity flows
Its pedals are soft and the fragrance is sweet
With the passion of time they fall calmly to our feet
Bewildered I give one to my new soul mate
The universe guides us to a new loving fate
Given through love that will never ever die
Love has its joy but will also make us cry
Now I only see blooms and the thorns are no more
With a love that blesses me right down to my core
And this is the question I most humbly pose
Will everyone see the beauty of a joyous Marriage Rose?
As to being a spouse, it's for good, I suppose.
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.
I have always been in love with you
Yet all these years you never knew
You were married to my friend
And I didn't want that marriage to end
But when he died, I waited my chance
Until you were ready for a new romance
So while I was biding my time
You married another friend of mine
Now I'll be ready if this marriage ends
For I don't have any more friends