Dreams come in many forms
Some are cold and others warm
Some play like a movie in black and white
And some are no less than a guiding light
Some are visions of times to come
Some just simply leave us numb
Some we remember and some we forget
Some we cherish and some we regret
Some we just can't help but treasure
Some give us embarrassing pleasure
I close my eyes and dream of you
All the things I've put you through
See I had a dream that went sour
An awful dream of money and power
Then I learned one cold hard day
Some dreams take years to pay
Sometimes reality is clearly seen
Another will soon touch my dream
As these tears run down my face
Some dreams are just to good to waste
I can only imagine the pain in you
Trying hard to be faithful and true
Sweetheart some dreams are to hard to play
As I slowly start to fade away
A single year has came and went
I have seven more at eighty-five percent
Sometimes reality is sad as can be
Sweetheart I want you to let go of me
I learned love is worth more than gold
You deserve somebody to hold
This type relationship is totally insane
I want you to free yourself of my pain
If our love is truly meant to be
My dream will bring you back to me
Strength of character is hard to find
As I treasure yours please treasure mine
I believe our love can break the mold
Be a timeless romantic story told
About two lovers who broke apart
In order to save each others hearts
And let their love be a miracle seen
By having faith to touch a dream
Sweet laughter and devotion, I have shared with none.
This restless heart so tired, of being all alone.
I’ve tried the life of Paul, but it gave not enough.
My heart is overflowing with aching, needful love.
Lord, bring me a companion, but not just any man.
He must be one of valor, or leave me as I am.
Make him strong as Moses, a leader in Your truth.
And I will stand beside him, that I may be his Ruth.
Someone to correct me in, things I need to know;
Reproving me, thus gently, in order that I grow.
Bring me one like Jonathan, loyal to the end;
And I will love forever, this man that is my friend.
Even in the hard times, he will choose to stay;
And we will seek for healing, together, as we pray.
A Boaz to protect me, in safety He will lead,
That I may rest completely, in all that my heart needs.
Someone true like Joseph, my words he will believe;
His faithfulness long-lasting, when others would deceive.
And don’t forget Dear John, his loving heart’s embrace;
With eyes that will behold me, in honor, truth, and grace.
But mostly find the heart, of Jesus that forgives;
Then, with this man you bring me, forever I will live.
My shallow waters have failed to hide
the deeper agony pulsating inside.
I could forgive your lies but not forget.
Do you have remorse, do you feel regret?
Feelings were buried in a shallow grave
as we failed to mend the love God gave.
You failed to speak and I failed to listen,
Fingers are pale where golden bands once glistened.
Broken hearts called to each other refusing to bend.
Not so long ago, I called you my best friend.
Now, I'm left to grieve my failed marriage.
The love we shared, your words disparaged.
I could forgive your lies but not forget.
Where is your remorse or display of regret?
I can no longer burden myself with this shame.
Standing tall, I have given my sorrow a name.
I struggled to save our once happy home,
but you chipped it away when you decided to roam.
So goodbye I shout to you and to failure!
Moving forward, your love is no longer my cure.
My life is becoming a new adventure,
and memories of your face are becoming a blur.
Yes, I could have forgiven your lies, tried to forget,
if your heart felt remorse or just a little regret.
* a work of fiction
For Nailed or Failed Contest (Black Eyed Susan)
Oh, how could I ever be bored?
When I had such interesting chores.
I had to paint our bedroom door,
Then mop the grand, speckled floor.
Walked quickly down to the shore,
And dug hidden clams with the oar.
Made a tasty clam-supper for four,
Then into their big bowls I poured.
Knowing, they would yell for more,
Prompting my tender voice to roar -
All gone, there's more at the store!
Or take a lantern to search the shore.
However, they cost more at the store,
But not a penny, to dig with the oar.
Oh, I'm sure you will not get bored,
Performing such an interesting chore.
For soon in bed, I will sweetly snore,
With a sound much louder than yours.
Last night the paint actually, tore,
From the ceiling and door, it poured.
And that is why, I happily wore,
That Silly Old Hat Of Yours.
I look across the bed… you’re not there… you’re dead.
I look across the bed and see…you’re no longer next to me.
I reach over and try to feel your skin,
and remember all the joy there had been…
but my hands come back empty…trying desperately to hold on,
barely clinging to life now that your gone.
And I let out a cry I’m quite sure heaven hears,
Or will it linger in limbo for all of my years.
How lonely this bed, where imprisoned I lay.
How long can I take this day after day?
They say that in spirit your right next to me.
But that is no comfort for it’s blackness I see.
They say that it’s time to move on with my life,
But they have no clue of my pain and my strife.
You were my best friend, my angel, my love,
You were hand picked for me from above.
You were the one who’s soul I adored
Whatever I did you were there to applaud.
You alone knew me inside and out,
And the love that we shared left no one to doubt.
For you were my angel sent from above,
To care for, to lean on, to cherish and love…..
So I’ll go back to bed where imprisoned I lay,
And hope for a joy that visits someday.
The fire is burning where water can't reach...
Our bodies are in tangles to where our lips meet...
Smoke has filled the room as the flames cascade high...
A bed filled with passion as two lovers fly...
Our words are drenched with juices so sweet...
Ice cubes dissolve on skin laced in heat...
I crawl to the spicket for just a drop to refresh...
And then back to fire where I do feel blessed...
dedicated to my one and only
The night grows heavy as the bells do toll,
And tears will fall, all will behold.
As deep in Gods earth is laid to rest half a soul
Once entwined and beautifully blessed.
Now those left behind will cry out with envy,
For the peace of ages the lost holds so clearly.
Those hearts left behind will cry out with the cold
As bittersweet memories circle of old.
Emblazoned images circle of walks once walked,
As the other half now goes with God to talk.
Hearts do tremble with sadness that once knew love,
As time stretches, a lonely run begun.
Time will carry forth until the other flies free
Dispatched by deaths angel to soar with the breeze.
Then those dispatched by deaths’ grim thoughts will unite
Together to find peace at last.
As the breathes of two souls will heal and hold fast,
And love will again hold them close, at last.
There was a little boy so blue.
Amongst the pain of life he grew.
He wondered where he'd be one day,
so, Satan helped to lead the way.
He longed to walk home in the sun,
but evil forces made him run.
The Fallen Angel's sick revenge
was to use children to avenge.
He made them bullies; very cruel.
"Persecute this child to - and - from school!"
No one to trust to teach him well,
so evil led his pride to swell.
There was a little girl as well.
Who grew up in a different hell.
She was abandoned by her Mom.
Her life was anything but calm.
She was adopted by a frigid pair,
but she longed for love and truth to share.
Nobody seemed to fit the mold,
Consumed with lies that she was told.
Satan also grabbed this chance.
She ran through life without a glance.
A player; she could not commit.
Her soul-mate had to be legit.
Now, he's my husband; I am his wife.
I finally took that chance in life.
For I was ready to forgive,
But he had never learned to live.
How ironic, that these two should meet.
I'm ready to ground; he runs in defeat. .
Now here I sit back at the start,
While my "soul-mate's" going to break my heart.
See, he's still a runner and I'm here to stay.
Two people can't grow if one is this way.
He promised to give his soul to me,
But I am still one in this unity.
We have since decided to compromise and things are much better.
When Sparks Fly.
The magic in our togetherness make's sparks fly.
Years of me loving her, her heart will always be mine.
Our trials, our errors, through out our years.
Seeing grandchildren we made, strikes me to tears.
Two hearts we have still beat as one.
The magic of our love is like white morning doves.
We are still young then turning so old.
Magically we are still in love 7 times fold.
I have found my soul mate early in my life's stride.
We both believe our love, with togetherness is our pride.
As I listen to the lark’s surreal melody to her mate.
I wonder does she ever feel there’s too much on her plate?
Ever beside him juggling, tediously feathering the nest,
in her discomfort struggling, incubating without rest.
I wonder if in her daydreams does she laze as her mind lingers
in bygone days pursued by teams, of young and gallant singers?
Or does she occupy her days with tending her small brood
not entertaining winsome ways as gaping nibs crave food?
Does he while out a’gathering, squirming tidbits for their young,
ever give way to lathering ‘cause his work is never done?
Does his keen eye ever wander over lighter creamy breasts
allowing himself to ponder his days of youthful quests,
or does his steadfast honor seek but to gather and bring home
supper for each tiny beak never thinking once to roam?
As I hear the song bird warble, with expectancy to her mate
I’m thankful for each morsel placed in love upon my plate.
And listening to the lark refrain his bride’s devoted call,
I find being called a birdbrain the best compliment of all.
If I held you close would you mind?
If I said to love me a minute longer would you have time?
If I said to kiss me would i feel that you care?
If I looked at you for hours would you mind that I stared?
If forever is what i wanted would you promise to be true?
If I told you would you believe me If I said I love you?
If all these things I ask of you, you tell me you can do?
Then theres one more question that I have for you .....Is your answer I do?
It's not easy to live with every day problems,
Especially when someone expects you to solve them,
The minute that trouble has raised up it's head,
And balance the budget and make home made bread;
And making and keeping appointments and errands,
While setting a shining example as parents.
Sometimes I just wish I could go back to bed,
And dream a sweet dream and wake up instead,
To find I can take a day off to relax,
Perhaps read a book and not feel so taxed;
'Cause the house work will be there tomorrow for sure,
And I don't have to worry, my job is secure.
Who'd want all the worry I have all the time?
It's no bed of roses, no sweet dream sublime;
For I am a homemaker, nanny and nurse;
The one they all turn to for better or worse.
This is my castle and I am it's queen,
And I wouldn't trade it for anything.
(It's the most thankless job in the world --- or is it.)
Since the 19th century, she stands looking out to sea
A guardian of the sailor, a survivor of tragedy
The Captain lost his pregnant wife and son and five members of his crew
Now she waits just like her sister when a sailor's return is overdue
Her sister stands in Moss since nineteen sixty two
They stand and face each other across the ocean blue
The Dictator, a Norwegian vessel, aground she did run
Nine people died off the shore in eighteen ninety one
The Captain returned to Norway when his healing was done
In Elmwood cemetery he sadly left his wife and son
On thirty seventh street in Virginia Beach the Norwegian Lady Stands
A monument to all who sail and walk on foreign sands
I was thinking of buying a new house
So I’m here with my son and his spouse
Sitting outback looking up to the sky
Hoping to see something go bye
Wishing for a sign to see
Something from my wife to me
To move into an empty and cold house
I would leave behind memories of my spouse
I don’t want to leave those memories behind
More memories in the house then in my mind
When my kids were small
They would play and mark up a wall
I see memories on every wall
Where my wife painted over marks from a ball
A memory in every room
Some good some with a little gloom
It’s something that will always be
Even the gloom is a memory to me
I often sit and watch my wife
Make random threads take on new life
With tiny stitches placed just so
Transform cloth to a tableau
Small bags of floss sit by her side
Into single strands divide
Kaleidoscope of rainbow hues
Subtle color patterns fuse
Shades and shapes like magic form
Some colors bright while others warm
I marvel at the skill she wields
The finished product that it yields
The detail wrought into each piece
Makes my awe for her increase
That she can create and imbed
Such beauty starting with one thread
Don't give up, fight till the end
I'll be by your side, always a friend
We will be side by side till morning appears
We'll stand there for when, the victory cheers
We are the army of freedom, death we don't know
We will fight all the day, our banner will flow
We left behind a wife and a strong hearted son
Until this war is over, and victory we won
We have won this battle, the war has come
We will stand hard and strong and never shall run
So come on my brothers sing the victors song
If you don't know the words then just follow along
We are the army of freedom, death we don't know
We will fight all the day, our banner will flow
We left behind a wife and a strong hearted son
Until this war is over, and victory we won
Now remember me brothers death came to show
Please tell my wife and my son they should know
I gave up my life, but the war now is won
My time here has ended, and God knows I'm done
Just know I'll stand next to you until the morning appears
I'll hold up your rifle, and settle your fears
I'm right here beside you just as a friend
I'll stand next beside you until its the end
I lost the love of my life today
I held her hand as she slipped away.
Although my heart wished she would stay
I told her to go, that I’d be ok
for her suffering was too much to bear
And to wish her here would not be fair.
I lost the love of my life today
I’m struggling hard to find my way
She was the one who held me strong
When life was tough and all went wrong.
She was the one whose strength I clung
She was the one my soul had sung
And now she’s gone and I’m on my own
And alls I hear is this endless drone
My mind is numb and my body weak
My soul it has no words to speak
I lost the love of my life today
I Don’t even have the strength to pray
Except to say “dear God Oh WHY”
Why in the world did she have to die?
Angel of mine
I had written a poem called “Deaths Door”
My sleeping problem my wife did endure
From when I lost my spouse
It’s only the dog and I at the house
Before I go to bed I shut the light
Something happened to me one night
I felt a hand on my back waking me
Nobody but the dog here with and me
It could have been a night I lost my breath
An angel may have kept me from death
That angel must be my wife
Still watching over my life
She watched over me when she was alive
She must still be helping me to survive
When darkness falls and life seems colder,
I will be the sun and I will be your shoulder.
When your dreams seem to fade,
I will remind you and come to your aid.
May you find from this life what really matters,
I will be your rock and make your troubles scatter.
May you find enough happiness in your life,
I will wish this for you because you are my wife.
Edward J. Ebbs
What do you mean you see lies in my eyes?
Stop it now hon...Can't stand it when you cry
You do NOT know me! I swear I would never...
(What can I do? Can't hide this forever)
She asked me to dance, I was just being kind
Got crazy and drunk, lost track of the time
She said she would drive 'cause she didn't drink
Whose car? Don't remember; ours, I think
Kiss her? No way! (At least not on the face)
Where? Well I guess we went back to her place
I swear to god hon, I'm telling the truth!
First time!...Her name? I-uh, think it was Ruth...
Can you ever forgive me? Please have a heart
Can't forget? Okay, I guess that's a start...
(DAMN IT, you're a fool! What the HELL did you do?
Shoulda' denied the whole thing; she doesn't trust you!
What about the others? Can't get any dumber!
Gotta' THINK...Oh god; did I give her my number?)
***Loosely based on the divorce of two very good friends of mine...
Words of love
From heaven I wish my wife could see
The words of love that come from me
Out of my heart and into my head
Come the words I wish I had said
From my lips to my wife’s ears
Hear the words that bring my tears
Joey I will never forget
That day and how we met
You and I started as two
I look forward to again be with you
I don’t know how or when it will be
Together again just my darling and me
I sink into the steaming bath and soak my cares away,
A glass of wine to cure the pain the damp brought on today;
No screaming son to demand my time, today is just for me,
A book is all I need to be as content as I can be;
I call the local pizza place as the water cools and bubbles fade,
I order up a large for me and hope it’s not delayed;
Soon the delivery man is on his way with a heavenly pizza pie;
And I intend to enjoy every slice, just me, myself and I;
The rain is coming down in torrents as I snuggle up on the couch;
I slowly start feeling more like me, instead of Oscar the Grouch;
I turn on my favorite movie, the one I’ve seen a thousand times;
I enjoy every second as I relax, feeling sublime;
My family will be home soon and their needs I’ll have to tend;
The sun sinks lower in the sky, as my perfect day draws to an end.
A fellow from my group had told me
It was something that touched me
He told me about something for his wife
About releasing a balloon honoring her life
I thought I would do it for my wife
Write messages how she’s missed from my life
I love you Joey I wrote on the balloon
I kissed it and let it go up towards the moon
It went up and up into the sky
I did my best not to cry
I watched it take flight
I watched it go out of sight
The balloon went up to my wife
I will be with her at the end of my life
Up above my wife waits
Till I get to heavens gates
A Second Chance
For so many years I had my wife
Now it’s sadness that fills my life
I miss that time we would caress
I miss the touch of tenderness
I talk to my wife every day
Love is one of the words I say
I loved to smell my wife’s hair
I wish I had a lock of it here
Your gone and out of sight
To heaven you will be my shining light
At the end of my life
I will again be with my wife
In heaven again my wife and me
A second chance it will be
I have my Hubby’s steadfast belief in me.
He loves how my poems are light and airy.
He’ll give me an idea once in a while…
Then he escapes to come back, later to read my new child.
He calls these run-throughs a squirrel run.
For they can take off in directions, yes, any one.
Crazy thoughts become crazier still…
And story time leads to god knows, where they will.
My thinking is kind of like chasing around a tree.
You never know where the end will be.
But somewhere I eventually become truly still.
And that is where my Hubby adds into the trill.
Then the squirrel run begins again…
Light and fluffy and full to the brim.
Each day a new adventure... waits around the bend.
Live it. Love it. Write it... You'll be happier in the end.
Contest: Emotion: Squirrelly and fun CSEastman
Society tells us there’s a time,
When men and women must find,
A mate or something is terribly wrong,
Everywhere you look they play this contagious song,
Shopping for love on internet sites,
Reading the profile of Mr. and Misses right,
How much do they make and how hot are their pics,
How quickly we fall into these superficial tricks,
So many rush to meet the criteria,
Of a world that lives for the exterior,
So many seem to pay the price,
Since divorce is not even seen as a “let me think twice”
I rather WAIT and be happy alone,
Until heaven decides to send him along.
We always had a Christmas tree
My wife would decorate it without me
So many gifts by the tree
No empty space could you see
Our little ones would crawl all around
They would try climbing the gift mound
Year after year on Christmas morning
Kids tearing open gifts and I’m yawning
The kids woke early on Christmas day
We told the kids your older so go away
With the years going by
We could sleep longer my wife and I
Now since its just me
No more do I need a Christmas tree
My kids now grown and they see
What its like to do the Christmas tree
Valentines day is always something special to me, I explained.
So I planned a romantic evening and got ready for my campaign.
The children were at a sleepover with their favorite friends they adore.
So I met my hubby as he came in, accidentally tripping and making him hit the door.
Thank God his head is hard as he hit that, the nearby TV, but very little more.
I made Cherries Jubilee as a snack while he sat there with an ice pack to his head.
But before I knew it, I’d knocked it over and almost burned down the house instead.
When he finally put the fire extinguisher away…
I got up and got some of the kids’ apple tarts I had made.
He bit in deep and burned his mouth, declaring he wasn’t hungry and the pain would fade.
Next he decided to go upstairs, but I had put rose petals down everywhere in spades.
And yes you probably guessed it… he slipped and ended up needing a little aide.
At this he decided to take an aspirin and lay down upon the couch. OH HHWell…
But I knew the rest needed to happen above, to totally create this romantic spell…
I had to get him to the candles and bubble bath, where my romantic dreams still dwelled.
So I got out some scarves and danced toward him, tying up his hands before he fell.
He never knew what hit him as he was lassoed and gently bounced up the stairs.
I guess I wouldn’t have had to tie his feet… a few words would have done as well.
But you know me when I get going, my mind tends to lose a few brain cells…
He was flustered, exhausted and bruised when he got there, but he’s made of the right stuff.
Though as I took off the scarves, he flopped on the bed pulling the covers over his head kind of rough.
He said he loved me, but living with me could be kind of tough.
He said it was better to leave it to him, for the romantic endeavors and such.
He said he had reservations and play tickets in his shirt pocket for later on that night.
But what he needed now was some aspirin and a few moments of quiet respite.
So with a sigh he started snoring, and my romantic dreams were momentarily crushed.
I dearly love the man you know. But, do you think maybe I tried too much?
My lady called my name
Deep in the pitch dark we played a game
Tis the wonderful game of chess
But in the dark it was more of a mess
Two souls exhaled unabatedly in the dark
Their mission - one could be sure, was no lark
My entire being lurked excitingly in her garden
My thoughts - from whence camest this wonderful maiden
A degree of intense pleasure - simply unimaginable
The excitement that engulfed us - certainly indescribable
Our souls into one whole merged
Our goal, finally we have achieved
Now the night has grown much older
We lay in the pitch dark much sober
Reminiscing the immediate past encounter
Oh my gosh, lets not forget our maker
He set up this beautiful union
Indeed we shall continue to accept his communion
MY WIFE MY PRIZE
I asked my girl to be my wife
To be mine the rest of our life
Her father gave away the bride
Her mother was happy but cried
I took the oath of marriage that day
To love her in every way
On our wedding day I said I do
Forever I want to be with you
Not many men love the same wife
I did for more than half our life
For over 50 years we were together
She’s gone but I’ll be her guy forever
Looking at my wife and into her eyes
What I see is my wife my prize
With all the love I had for my wife
It hurts that she was taken out of my life
I have to believe in an afterlife
A place where I can rejoin my wife
I want to believe so much
To again see and feel her touch
Darkness cloaks the curves and lines of your gentle face.
I imagine the silhouette of your timeless grace.
Effortless is your warm embrace, silence falls with sleep.
I only hear your rhythmic breath, familiar and deep.
Tasting endless love in night, we drink wedded bliss.
In the dark, a touch ignites the passion of our kiss.
Wakened 'neath a sprawling black sky, true love calls to me.
Sparks fly from the intensity of all we cannot see.
So come kiss me and say good night,
Before the moon goes full and bright,
The eye lids blinking envied peeps,
To see your face in charming sleep.
Your hands, the warmth, it comfort me,
Your eyes, the pearls from lovely sea,
Their shyness sing and dance to heart,
No king or god shall see its art.
To hold your gentle skin to chest,
And lie on lap in complete rest,
Your pretty blossom face I kiss,
And dreaming places, holy bliss.
Your scent of roses bring me forth,
This pleasant chill from mountains north,
Your face that shine and smile with sun,
Reminds me of the love I won.
The western winds shall blow for you,
To fill your hairs with shining dew,
Your sparkling face bring back to life,
My soul I took with hunters knife.
But dying soul then lives again,
From death and night by breaking chain,
Your love keeps calling back to life,
To hear you sing, my charming wife.
I carried your heir for thirty six weeks
my womb is scarred evidence of my love for thee.
Some where here in these past years
I tripped, but my heart thine hands did snare.
No longer of mine but that of thou
my breath pumps by strength in thine prayer.
Here, today, thou long ago I heard you swear
our souls allready weld in unity before the Trinity
on the eve of mine Worlds Conception
and on the birth of our young Love's Creation
here, today, the heavens shall hear thou declare
thine love, tenderness and guardianship of me.
An oath of loyalty, strength and honor
to serve and protect my quivering cup of life.
That once my flower you pluck, I will be your divine
liquer of life, exhaling back becoming mine breath of life.
And here, the moment, I wait in suspense
for your vow and promise...
Excuse me? "F--- it?"
and here, this moment I am again deflowered.
The sip of nectar from your virginal bride
is now the reckless shot glass that wrecked your life.
In scores of of seventy years, I wonder still
was it your choice or mine?
My son lives in Florida with his spouse
I was visiting them at their house
On my last day in the warm sunlight
He was outside hanging a Christmas light
I walked outside and my eyes started to tear
Because my wife is no longer hear
I always disliked hanging Christmas lights
Early comes the winter days and nights
My wife would always give me directions
On how to hang the decorations
I now miss hearing my wife say
No don’t do it that way
I didn’t always take her advice
To hear her now would really be nice
How many years now has it been – maybe fifty-seven?
We’ve traveled down some pleasant roads, on our way to Heaven.
We’ve looked into each other’s eyes – seen both joy and despair.
We’ve wondered how we’d make it when resources were not there.
In looking back to find just how this love of ours began
I believe it is controlled by some divine master plan.
I believe if God does not exist there’d be no you and me.
And all this time together would be less than destiny.
I know that my redeemer lives – God’s word tells me so –
He sent you as a soul mate as through this life I go.
He knew there would be obstacles; I know He put some there
To determine if we’d solve them with the mighty gift of prayer.
I believe the lesson we have learned in traveling down life’s road
Is to bring our troubles to Him to lighten up the load.
We realize that we’ve been blessed sharing time together here
Still one decision faces us --- Shall we try for one more year?
Written for my wife on the occasion of our 57th…12/21/12 … Let’s go again Darlin’…. John Posey
Throughout your entire life
I have been standing beside you
For I have been in love with you
Long before our eyes first locked
I’ve felt contentment in your essence
A lifetime in the depths of my spirit
I knew your first words ever spoken to me
Long before your voice captured me
Looked upon myself through your eyes
Bathing in your beauty through my own
The love of your touch comforted me
As I closed my eyes and wrapped you in thought
Everyday passing you accepted me
As I gave everything of myself to you
I never doubted what I knew as truth
That inevitably our paths would cross
Forever changing to the reality that is you
From what I had always held…a dream
I do not ask you Dear
To love me to the end;
Until the oceans cease
And all the stars descend.
I do not ask you stay
Till sun and fire consume;
And all the world explodes
In one great final boom.
In all our lovely years
I only ask the crumbs;
Love me till tomorrow
And hope tomorrow comes.
Scrubbing the oven is not my thing
But it’s part of the deal with a wedding ring
My wife and I have seen it all
The very spot were demons call
No will to leave or will to fight
Two lost souls living in the night
But in each other what we found
Two beating hearts one single sound
I love her more than words can say
She is the light that guides my way
She is the light that guides my path
She is the numbers in my math
If one plus one then equals two
She’s the meaning of all I do
She’s the smile that starts my day
The sunset that fades it away
Of all we do and all we are
Know my wife is my guiding star
For her I shall be all I can
A kind and gentle loving man
Our love is written in the stars
Our love has melted prison bars
Our love overcame addiction
Stronger than any affliction
Stronger than any test of time
All things from God end up divine
See that’s the blessing of our love
A divine gift from God above
What I cherish the most in life
I am a man who loves his wife
She is the better half of me
Always has been, always will be
Speaking on love all I can say
She made me all I am today
Joey was the girl that I married
For the years my name she carried
We made a family my wife and I
When she passed I did cry
What will be with the rest of my life
Someday again to be with my wife
I would like to say to my wife thank you
Also again to say I do
I wish she was here to see
What our grandchildren will grow to be
From a young girl to a woman to my wife
She’s gone and left an unfinished life
Two peas in a pod that would be my wife and I
We have grabbed a dream and kissed the sky
Two full-blown addict’s on a dead run
We lived our lives just to stay spun
Outlaws, lovers and partners in crime
Lost forever in the hands of time
Living just to somehow survive
Walking zombie’s barley alive
Found in each other the will to fight
Out of darkness and into the light
I love her more than words could ever say
We have helped each other live the right way
Forever bound to each other’s love
Giving Praise to the Lord above
Two peas in a pod that would be my wife and I
We have grabbed a dream and kissed the sky
My wife and I liked to play keno
Just about every weekend we would go
She was pregnant and due any day
Over an hour’s ride each way
Other players would say
Your going to give birth today
We got home and went to bed
It’s that time my wife had said
Her water broke on the floor
Our first was born in nineteen sixty four
It was almost a maybe
That we had a keno baby
Peter Pan Envy
I envy Peter Pan
He never get’s old as a man
He can fly back and forth to never-never land
To his lost boys a merry band
If I had Tinkerbelle’s fairy dust and could fly
I would go up and up into the sky
I would fly up to my wife who’s in heaven
And take her back to nineteen fifty-seven
The fifties were a great time in life
It was when I met my future wife
When speaking on flowers it’s true as can be
My wife is by far the most beautiful to me
She has the scent of both beauty and love
She is a beautiful Rose that I hold above
Like the Rose she burst of color and life
She is the single Rose my beautiful wife
I don’t know about flowers as you can see
But my wife is a beautiful Rose to me
For Brian's Contest
Friends humor and play me
(They know I'm chra-zee)
Patsy sings blue
God I miss you
So lone-lee now
Never knew how
without you to cope
Losing false hope
that keeps me stumbling
nowhere, I hear rumbling
and mumbling of wraiths
Can't see my blind faith
Need your cozy croon
Your comforting tune
Your old fashion song
Don't seem to belong
You ache to my core
Don't know why you ran
and left your old man
alone with his fears
after too many years
Why leave me behind
to grope and to find
just a smile in the den
that wide joyful grin
Can't look long your way
I wrench back away
to wander the tombs
of dim vacant rooms
One untouched bed
Are you really dead
Tell me what to do
to replace my lost you
how to turn off our light
and sleep alone tonight...
"Crazy": Written by Willie Nelson and performed by the late Patsy Cline
He talks in sound-bytes, my husband does
He's a computer geek - Best ever was!
All day long, he computes and computes
comes home at night, plays Battlefield, shoots
defending our shores
In the vast cyber-world he so loves!
Dance on a cloud
My wife and I met in the city of New York
With touching of hands a kiss and some talk
After years of marriage and children she died
With no goodbyes I broke down and cried
Our wedding bands are no longer apart
Joined together they hang near my heart
My wife in heaven waits for me
I don’t know how long it will be
For as long as I’m earthly bound
I hope my wife’s spirit is around
Looking at the white clouds up above
I think of my wife who I love
Clouds look like spirits in the sky
Raindrops could be spirits that cry
To continue with romance
To hold her, love her and dance
To dance on a cloud in the sky
It’s now my dream for my wife and I
With hunters gone, the village attacked not many moons Many killed and all maidens taken for wives, such gloom One flower had the power to fight and courage to wait Blue flower’s fate, all the warriors would burn her by stake The chief saw in her, all the courage of a warrior, facing the sun Blue flower was kept alive, to make the chief his hero sons Spring has come, a hunter immerges from the shining streams, finding his lover gone, the hunter’s thoughts ashes of dreams Singing his vengeance song gathered warriors, took by surprise the village overtaken, not knowing it is where blue flower hides He would burn the enemy alive but she does sigh this blue flower, as the glistening river still rolls on she does know love's power They treated me not cruelly, so the warrior gave a peace offering Blue flower gentle and peace-loving girl from the shining stream Remained faithful in face of death the loyal sweetheart of life not many moons or hearts blue flower, she became a loyal wife. * – Note based upon The Loyal sweetheart , a native American love story
You are a chosen woman,
Made with power, style and grace,
God looks for opportunities to put a smile on your face,
With victory in your veins,
You can conquer and obtain,
When the pressure gets to hot,
Remember Jesus has been in your spot,
You are special and unique,
All you need to do is seek,
His mercy and understanding,
And you’ll see it’s His love that’s handing,
You, all the strength you need for this life
Don’t fight or seek out any pointless stife
Rejoice in justice and relax in peace
For when it’s over you will feast
On eternal blessings and everlasting love
From the one who lives up above
But also lives amogonst our hearts
Don’t ignore or tear apart
The special gifts inside of you
To his will you must be true
And when the battles overtake
And you feel the earth under you just shake
Know that you are never alone
You’re a special creation being sown
In the Potters hands there can never be a clone
Be the best you that you can be
And watch how your life will be filled with ecstasy
Watch the enemies of your soul permanently flee
As you walk in your full destiny.
By: Sabina Nicole
A simple man, I don‘t need much, I use few words; I’m Joe.
I once framed houses, now drive trucks. That’s all you need to know.
I love my wife and think she’s great, but one thing I can’t stand
She’s got so many things that it is getting out of hand.
Last month I hauled out all her * #^%$ and tossed it on the floor
of our garage because I could not take it any more.
When she came home and saw the mess, I told her: Listen up,
Your clothes take up three closets cause you’re such a cluster * %$#$#
I don’t care if the kids are gone. You don’t need their old space
to keep old clothes that do not fit and shoes such a disgrace.
The kitchen drawers are stuffed with junk that you don’t even use.
You have to clear the cupboards out before I blow a fuse!
I’ve taken all your Christmas crap and boxed it up for you.
It’s now in the garage there with your filing cabinet too.
These books and all the videos you never even play -
We’ll buy more bookshelves for them but throw a lot away!
You’re right. I never help to clean. but I feel too depressed
to wash clothes in the laundry room when I see all the mess. . .
the gifts stockpiled for grandkids; and that junk for holidays . . .
It’s got to be made orderly. Who needs it anyways?
I’m trying to be nice here. It doesn’t have to be
done all at once, but all this stuff. . .I feel like I can’t breathe.
I’m cleaning up my work spaces and then when I am through,
I’m going to redo the porch and uproot bushes too.
That sink we needed to replace I’m finally putting in.
I’m getting a new ceiling fan and also storage bins.
You poets here, this poem I post to keep you in the loop.
My wife can’t be here much this month at this here Poetry Soup.
I know she’ll come here anyway and say that I’m a louse,
but I won’t rest until we both have finished cleaning house!
* These are the expletives I had to take
out before posting because wifey said they don’t
accept swearing here. What a sissy site
For Nathan Dilt's contest: The Opposite Sex
and now for Destroyer~Poet's In the Mood * any poem goes Poetry Contest
I take a penny and toss it in the well
Then make a wish and I can’t tell
If I see a shooting star in the sky
I make a wish for my wife and I
If I have chicken with a wishbone
This would be for two, I live alone
No more candles on a birthday cake
No more wishes can I make
Making wishes that my wife could be
Together again with me
Against a wife, a punchbag's just a dream!
While being punched it almost does not scream.
Taking time smelling with your noses Thinking Before you lie in a bed a roses You better respect the thorns With these two a rose was born Some complain a rosebush has thorns Grasped with haste and you may be torn Or rejoice a thorn bush has roses Admire the beauty in which the thorny poses You knew when you began to pick Handle with care lest you get pricked A young gardener has a red thumb An older gardener rejoicing he has none
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.
Mary, Mary, quite contrary said no too many times.
The boyfriend did cry foul, and left her standing in her prime.
But that’s OK I tell you, he wasn’t the right man to make a team.
And she was looking for true love, that illusive, lovely dream.
The important thing to remember is what this means to you.
Waiting can make sure that true love, is really, really true.
By Rick Rucker
My wife had told me about her boss,
That, to not meet her, would be my loss,
I stopped by to see my Honey,
Something silly, like to give her money,
She said, as long as I was there,
She would introduce me to “Mad”, in her office, there,
Madeline was her real name,
Around my house, she had some fame,
My wife was willing to offer a bet,
That Mad could walk on water, without getting wet!
My wife was not given to hyperbole,
But she was understating, to a great degree!
Mad was wearing a necklace, and rings,
I furtively tried to see if she had Wings!
Not mere flattery,
She had more power than a battery!
It was impossible to define,
But I was intoxicated, and I had not drunk any wine,
On that day, my Life was changed,
All that I had built, was rearranged!
Feeling like a scene from “The Bishop’s Wife,”
She became, what she called, “my second wife,”
Mad played “Dudley”, the Angel that had been sent here,
To show the way, the path clear,
She and I were completely Platonic,
But for me, she was a tonic,
Her contagious effervescence,
And her Magical iridescence,
Changed my Life for all time,
Awakened feelings, so sublime!
Though I am of this Earth,
She multiplied my feelings of self worth,
Mad moved away, my wife died,
Over both things, I have cried,
But she made me more,
Than I ever had been before,
Her memory kept me going through the darkest night,
With that Otherworldly light,
Perhaps, her job here,
To get me through, the Loss and Fear,
To keep me looking for what I have found,
The most glorious Love around!
And when I meet my Ultimate Fate,
I know that there will be a guide, at the Pearly Gate,
Of Pure Spirit, an Angelic essence,
With that Heavenly iridescence!
It’s coming up on two years
My eyes still fill with tears
I keep thinking back at my life
Did I do all I could for my wife
When I met my future wife it was a new start
I found someone that filled my heart
My wife never asked for much
I loved her more with every touch
When I would touch her face
It was soft and delicate like a fine lace
When she passed, my heart was torn out
Sometimes I cry and I might even shout
At night when I go to bed
Thoughts of my wife fill my head
I would like to see a sign
That her love will forever be mine
How many times I’ve said I miss you
I wish I could again say the words I do
I love to dream of my wife
That’s the way I relive my life
I say to my wife if reincarnation is true
Go slow my love so I can catch up to you
Introduction: It’s a piece dedicated to the lullaby of a different kind. It’s something which has happened to many out there, but the experience is distinctively significant…
A priceless surprise, silenced all in its tune
By a soft heavenly cry, from the delivery room
Only a few hours was the night; so young
Where for the first time, she opened her eyes,
While by her side her dearly loved one
For the last time, closed her teary eyes
Father held her near and resounded to her cry;
But all mother could share was, this lullaby –
The long last beep from the ECG
Echoed her heartbeat…The last goodbye
Happiness and sadness broke through the night
With streams of tears for mother’s plight;
She never had the chance to hold her close
But left precious prayers that never left her side
As she came down to their hearts
Her soul flew up high apart,
The transfer of two lives through one,
Their journey was complete and done
Caught within that reverie
He conveyed the Azaan through her ears,
In the wake of such irony
He fell down to prostrate in tears
When all hopes seemed to end, father’s prayer did transcend
O’ Almighty became her closest friend and had for her a Grande plan,
Under HIS mercy and HIS guide, she flourished through the darkest nights
To a new beginning – she set off to write.
She sits alone as the sun goes down
Like she does almost every night
Knowing he'll come home drunk again
And start another fight
She was so young when she met him
Just sixteen years and a day
She hated her life on the farm
And he promised to take her away
How could she know he was lying
Just feeding her a line
She'd never had any love at home
And his, "I love you" sounded so fine
The sun shone on their wedding day
She was a happy girl
But, too soon the storm clouds gathered
And totally ruined her world
She tried so hard for three long years
Answering to his beck and call
Then one day she packed her bags
An walked away from it all
She knew her love for him had died
She was taking his abuse no more
After writing a note saying, "GO TO HELL"
She walked for the last time, out the door
Laity are sent to engage in society
That the kingdom of Eternal God can grow among them
Way deep in the forest where everything is green
A place where two people can answer their dream
It truly seems to my wife and I, as it so often does
Only find what is if you search through what was
Our love is a story full of true mystical delight
She is the fair maiden and I am the brave knight
Our love is worth more than all the kings’ gold
For what good is wealth if theirs no one to hold
This forest is beaming it is beaming with life
As I gaze upon the beauty known as my wife
The crickets are playing their own special tune
As a lone wolf howls to the beat of the moon
The ground is covered in a blanket of white
As her and I slide into the hot tub of delight
I looked in her eyes and got lost in the dream
As we offered the night the heat of our steam
Like a kettle that whistles and then starts to blow
The fire of our desire could melt all the snow
I used to be a slave bound to my own lust
My soul was a whatnot all covered in dust
I’ve had many fantasies that I’m not proud of
Peaking and tweaking in the arms of a dove
They always left me feeling very empty and cold
At the end of the night there was nothing to hold
Those days are gone they are all in the past
In my wife I have found love that will last
My wife is a gift from the good Lord above
She is also the fantasy that holds all my love
Written for Christies Contest. I am hoping
that we should have things taken care of
personally by the 28th. Sorry i have been
absent so long, God Bless, MJ
The game of life is filled with greed,
People that are eager to fill a need
Money takes first place,
While what is most important becomes erased
Family’s pay a price
Just to have something nice,
You can’t take it when you die
None of this will matter in the sky.
Yet so much damage is caused by the dollar
It does not take being a well known scholar
To see the effects of what it brings
Look around at everyone and everything
People have killed themselves over stocks
While there are so many children that don’t even have socks.
Money is good to have, but not when it makes you go mad
Many have sold their souls just to obtain the most
Inside it's their "god" and has become their personal ghost,
Their wants grow into unfruitful trees,
Little streams become ravenous seas.
When you put it all into perspective,
When you know the true meaning of life,
It’s not about what materials you have,
It is about if you lived in peace, or in strife,
Did you get to enjoy your children, husband or wife?
By: Sabina Nicole
home alone while the wife’s at work
when she’s home T-bone steak or pork
in two-thousand-six we met
since then I’ve been her pet
ups and downs we have had a few
no matter what we’re always two
we’re laughing and loving all the way
almost like children always at play
while poetry is my backbone
this relationship is in stone
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.
Two young children play outside the house,
Inside a mother watches through windows folding a blouse.
With the kids in the back she heads to the chair,
When through the front window come soldiers, a pair.
One is dressed like her husband the other more like a priest,
Then came the knock, sounding like a relentless beast.
Her mind said just leave them outside at the door standing,
Her hand opened the door, on her knees she felt herself landing.
The soldiers told of her husbands fate,
Wanting them to just leave her tears could not wait.
The two young children came in the backdoor,
Seeing two soldiers and their mommy on the floor.
The oldest asked mommy what is the matter,
Come here my blessings, hugging, I will explain it later.
Her world had flipped, turned upside down,
He returned to her in a casket with a flag draped all around.
They had to drive from the airport to their small country plot,
She couldn’t count the people lined along the road, but it was a lot.
Each one waved a flag, some cried as if they knew her girls’ dad,
She’d never seen most of them, but seeing them now made her glad.
She saw signs that read “Welcome home Hero” and she filled with pride,
Even that couldn’t stop the tears, at the gravesite she just cried.
She stayed there saying goodbye, her family had to pull her away,
She’s glad they did for she wouldn’t have left his side that day.
She is exhausted, overwhelmed, she must sit down,
Then she sees the photo of him in a Tux and her in a wedding gown.
How could this be real, she’s too young to be a widowed wife,
He was her partner, best friend, the love of her life.
Now the hours have past his vessel is in the ground,
All the parties are leaving she’s alone in their home, not a sound.
She weeps in her chair alone in the dark no sound but the clock,
God help her find strength, a way to move forward, after the knock.
everyone listens with silence in their hearts
as the couple takes their vows before they depart
One’s meanness and the other’s foolishness abet
them in arranging both a marriage and a bet.
Screaming to be free
Detesting all of me
Wishing you were here
Drowning in my fears
Crying to be whole
Loathing your new goals
Fighting to survive
Longing to feel alive
Struggling with this fate
Trying not to hate
Smothering all this pain
Explosive once again
Combating this new plot
Hoping I’ll get caught
Probing feelings naught
Tasting hateful lots
Pleading for your help
Banish hurtful yelps
Dejecting the unknown
I’m tired of being alone
The power called love.
Is the strongest power from above.
Love will truly control your mind.
Make you lose your sense of time.
Love can beat you down.
Or your soul will float with out a sound.
It will make you do the strangest things.
It could bring you much, much, pain.
Question is are you willing to take this risk?
To love someone you will have enternal pain in this.
How about when the money, is gone?
Will this love stay strong and not fall apart?
In my stomach's pit is lone despair
My lungs take in the sultry air.
My feet, they shuffle to and fro
My heart, it has no place to go.
By day the boys they see me come
My chest beats steady like a drum.
My soul is spotted, torn, and bruised
My body battered, worn, and used.
Your eyes invite like fires warm
You arms, my shelter from each storm.
You hold me close, the sky's my home
Your castle cloud is where I roam.
Your hands, your touch itself will heal
Your skin is where at home I feel.
Your breath's the air that gives me life
Your dreams I pray will call me "Wife".
Your heart composes notes that bring
Me worth enough that I may sing.
Forever will you stay with me
To have, to hold, to loveth thee?
From planted seeds, trees have grown.
My hope, regards this scene, is to remind you of home.
Rooted and grounded have the trees come to be.
From different forests, though, are both you and me.
Yet, like one tree that grows and bares many branches:
Rather northward, to the south, eastward, or to the west;
And no matter where fruits from a tree are selected.
I want you to know we're still connected.
My mind knows how long my wife’s been away
In my heart it feels like just a day
The meaning of closure to me
Is closing the door behind my wife and me
At night when I go to bed
I have thoughts in my head
If after I turn off the light
I should pass during the night
If I should pass during the day
The same words I would say
I wish it’s my wife that I see
Looking at me
I’ll be happy and calm
When she takes me by the arm
We’ll go off together
This time it will be forever
As to being a spouse, it's for good, I suppose.
Today was one of the most wonderful days of my life
I love the Lord, love my kids and God I love my wife
In the story of my today man it sure is looking bright
For years now I’ve been on a path headed to the light
The path is not too hard to follow; it’s one step at a time
And you know me; I map the way writing my little rhymes
You know, I can truly feel a spirit growing inside of me
By the Blood of the Lamb, my God I am feeling free
Today was so beautiful I had to break down and cry
All our children were at home with my wife and I
The time has finally come in life that I am truly able to see
There is a pretty good man in the mirror, looking back at me
I have overcome so much to be sitting here where I’m at
By the grace of the good Lord above, I’m truly living fat
By living fat I don’t mean that I have acquired a lot of wealth
I simply mean that I’ve finally pulled all my covers off the shelf
With the covers all pulled off the shelf and nothing left to hide
All I can say,” load the bull into the chute and let this cowboy ride”
After several days of delayed flights I picked our
son up on the 23rd. God truly blessed our family
this year, brothers met sisters, aunts and uncles
met nephews and my wife and I took us about a
thousand pictures of it all. I never dreamed life
could be like this and you guys know what, your
encouragement, love & support you have given to
me these last two years have helped make this all
possible and for that I thank you, I do hope your
Christmas was as blessed as ours was, God Bless
Her knuckles bend, they don't pretend, beneath her head plopped in pale dread
Tucked tween these both an ear relieved from being grieved, both eyes near dead
Slouched where she dreams she merely leans, foreign sounds invade the fable
That preoccupies her state of mind as she reads near the table
The palm with which she grips adventure now lies limp upon her lap
It's hostage near released, with spine all creased, yet private flap to flap
Upon her cheeks no glimmer, tightly drawn lips dimmer than dry sands
Her whispering twin tornado tunnels funnel huffing reprimands
What draws her sight, what steals an ear and makes pompous this quiet girl?
Why does her charm befall decay; why does bitter a prude unfurl?
Her grace befalls corruption by a swiftly knocking eruption
Followed by brassy squeaks twisting, breaching thought; this interruption!
Ghazal : Now she’s left and gone to be herself again
Now she’s left and gone away, my clothes hang dry
On the line for all to see – what a crying shame !
The lone cuckoo calls out in a haunting tone
Who hears him down here but on wing – what a shame !
Pigeons and crows balance on the clothes-line
And their droppings stain the sheets – Oh open shame !
She’s gone with shrieks from the magpies that dark day
And left me with her first born – Block my shame !
Baby cries for all to hear recall her voice
Where will it hide its face - Oh growing shame !
The musang miaows its woes in the jackfruit tree
Now that the wild she-cat roams in wayward shame
Baby gapes out the window and wonders why
If earth and sky witness bear – painful shame !
Would that the mother hear the cuckoo call
And lift her head to listen to quell my shame
The jackfruit’s ripe and sags at the tree trunk
A moaning woman at child birth - no shame
The puffed monsoon pulls its South-West skirts up
And floods the rice fields with tears, bitter shame !
Hamadryad’s hypnotic eyes turn ire red
Fate keeps the mongoose from common death – O Shame !
Still the baby’s cries in my ears call to you
What will I tell her later – wipe out shame ?
My own shame mixed with no name to call my own
No Elephant God of Wisdom can blot out shame !
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Young love blossoming though my life
One day soon she'll be my wife
we love today and never stop
Our true love will always pop
When we kiss i go crazy
Because i know you are my baby
i feel for you so fast in time
Now i know that you are mine
Your shy with me and never sing
but someday ill buy that ring(:
Hazel eyes glaze to my heart
I cant stand to be apart
But now i know were sure to be
because true love i really see.
When desires meet and emotions convulse
Fixation unties that inner impulse.
I dove into the darkness for I wished to see
If the life on that side was the life for me
I tasted all it’s pleasures let them consume my mind
Turned my back on all I loved, left those I loved behind
It started like a dream that filled me with a dance
I was completely captivated by the dark romance
Everything that ever was truly seemed to be
Out there for the taking waiting just for me
I ran long and I ran hard strutting through it all
Let my soul pay the price behind a prison wall
I was just a simple wizard caught up in a game
Just incase you don’t know Jughead is my name
I have made my enemies and I left my ghost
I have taken Lucifer and nicknamed him the Host
The Host of Addiction is it not clear to see
Everything about that word spells misery
Then one day I met someone met her just by chance
I soon found myself lost to her seductive dance
In her arms I met someone who had been buried on a shelf
As I traveled through her soul she introduced me to myself
We noticed in other’s eyes a tiny ray of light
As we found in each other the will to try and fight
I dove into the darkness for I wished to see
If the life on that side was the life for me
In that life I met someone who taught me to dance
Then led me through darkness into the light of romance
That is why today I write for her this little rhyme
Letting her know she is still the dream dancing in this heart of mine
© 2007 Michael Jordan
All Rights Reserved
Love, The Second Time Around
by Rick Rucker
Johnson was the President,
He was the White House resident
When I began to date,
My Wife, who became The Late,
To say that things are different now,
It's like comparing a giraffe, and cow!
My sister brought her home one day,
I was getting ready to see a play.
She told me later, that I was rude,
But she thought me one cool dude!
But what was really scary,
She knew that we would marry!
Fast forward, now, some forty years,
Through the fog of Time, and all the tears,
I wanted to find another mate,
But my sister now lives out of state.
I couldn't depend on her,
No Second Wife would she confer!
I was desperate to find a friend,
A wife that would be with me 'til The End.
I don't do well alone,
And it's not the same to talk on the phone.
I wanted someone the share my Life,
Live with me, and become my Wife!
I was almost catatonic,
I decided to try dating, electronic!
I met several women, had many dates,
But didn't think any, potential Mates.
Then, for breakfast, I did meet,
A lovely woman, oh, so sweet!
When I saw her, it was Magic,
If I couldn't win her, it would be Tragic!
On the date, I felt so lame,
I saw me going down in Flame,
But when I called her, a few days later,
She agreed to become a serial dater!
We've dated more than a dozen times,
She thinks me funny, likes my rhymes.
We have begun to make The Plan,
In which, she is my Woman, I her Man!
Call it Luck, or maybe Fate,
I think I've found my Perfect Mate!
IL NE SUFFIT PAS (IT IS NOT ENOUGH)
Il ne suffit pas de te pardonner.
(It is not enough to forgive you)
Il ne suffit pas de me pardonner.
(It is not enough to forgive me)
Parce que tu m’as trompé.
(Because you cheated on me)
Parce que je t’ai trompé.
(Because I cheated on you)
Tous les deux, nous nous sommes trompés.
(Both of us, we made mistakes)
Alors, il faut se pardonner.
(Therefore we must forgive each other)
Il ne suffit pas de t’excuser.
(It is not enough to excuse you)
Il ne suffit pas de m’excuser.
(It is not enough to excuse me)
Ça ne sert à rien de t’accuser.
(It doesn't accomplish anything to accuse you)
Ça ne sert à rien de m’accuser.
(It doesn't accomplish anything to accuse me)
Il y a de quoi de nous accuser.
(There is reason to accuse us both)
Ça vaut mieux de nous excuser.
(It's better to excuse us both)
Il ne suffit pas de dire «je t’aime».
(It's not enough to say "I love you")
Il ne suffit pas de dire «tu m’aimes».
(It's not enough to say "you love me")
Il faut continuer de se pardonner
(We must continue to forgive each other)
Et s’empêcher de s’accuser.
(And restrain ourselves from accusing each other)
Tous les deux, nous nous sommes trompés.
(Both of us, we made mistakes)
Mais quand même il faut qu’on s’aime.
(However, we must love each other)
The Light and The Darkness
Steve L Siegel
Waking up alone on top of a golden mountain range,
Rising with the sun above a reflective ice blue lake,
Passing and down below, to a cedar path;
A rust covered road winds its way down to the mighty ST. Joe river.
When the pain and suffering rips me to pieces,
That's when rage and adrenaline begins its battle,
My very soul feels torn up inside of me,
My eyes see only red and my own blood turns me cold.
This bundled feast that greets my eyes, seeing the yawning of a woman
The warmth of my wife's breath turning instantly into a mist,
Lifting into a cloud of thick steam, as it passes over her cold lips,
Reminding me why we got married all those years ago.
My eyes have seen no mercy, my blood runs hot for no reason,
My nightmares trying to take over my sleep,
The darkness tries to take over my brain,
Trying to drive my mind over the edge.
The new days sun starts to show and rise above the peaks
To show a valley stretching far below
From some willows I spied my woman swimming naked
Alone in a hot Spring channel, Oh My Lord!
For my soul is in sin stained, my hands bloodied from war,
Trying not to let it drive me completely insane,
When these dreadful nights finally do come to a end,
And I know that peaceful rest is at last within my reach
I'll know that the storm is over;
I will rise above this hell here on this earth
I shall rise into the ashes of the phoenix,
Burning and devaluating myself,
That God has at last called me home, to be with Him...
To those who have P.T.S.D. and by what ever brought it on.
May a Higher Power be with you.
You and the Lord have helped me rise above
You and the Lord filled my heart with love
It was no easy chore for I was full of hate
Searching for something to help me change my fate
The Lord led me to you removing any doubt
As the trials come and go we will work them out
The Lord is my Shepard and you are my heart
It’s written in the scrolls of time we will never part
As I ponder the love we share it is clear as can be
The Lord broke the mold then offered you to me
Whatever anybody thinks it truly matters not
For on whatever scales they use, I love you a lot
The love and respect we share is way off the chart
Tell me, can we measure the depths of our heart
No sacrifice is to great I will make them all
I think one brick at a time is how to build the wall
You know that I love to build as well as create
The blessing of it all is it took away the hate
The beauty of it all as clear as can be
You are the fire of desire burning inside of me
Everybody has a story there’s a song for every human being
Each has an individual message told by the words they sing
Sometimes that song is full of pain it’s full of pain and strife
Other times it clearly describes the one true blessing of our life
In the story of my song if it were to come to end this very day
What do you really think the final verse of my song would say?
This truly is my philosophy, this is my true philosophy of life
The final verse of my song will sing, “My God I love my Wife”
That’s the way my final verse will start and also how it will end
For when the Lord gave my wife to me, he gave me my friend
My wife is not just my lover though loving her has been great
She is more the essence of my soul she is my true soul mate
To save her one second of pain I would take pain ten thousand years
Because I know every second of it she would be there to dry my tears
Before I would cause her any pain I would die the most dreaded death
Because I shall adore her heart and soul with my every single breath
To the world I am not too proud to say, not too proud to say this at all
Without her my final verse would have no words for she has wrote them all
As the Sun becomes one with the Sea
I look over at you smiling at me
The party stops there is not a sound
Lost in the beauty of the smile I found
Without a word I can feel you say
I'm glad your feeling better today
Written at my wife's company Christmas
Archaic are we still my dear...
we feel the same from year
We never change a thing inside,
It's just the skin and hair and hide
that sag and fall and turn to gray,
the best of me will always stay
so in love with you old man.
Though maybe you don't understand
your hearing aid is set so low,
and do you have to walk so slow?
I have to get back home by ten
my medication's due by then
Where are those prunes
we bought tonight?
I have to eat them to feel right.
Shut your trap right now old Bat!
I set my hearing aid like that
So I don't hear a thing you say.
I know ...........I love you anyway.
Have you ever loved someone so much that it hurts to be a part?
There love burns like the eternal flame deep within your heart.
Have you ever needed someone so much that without them you just cry?
Like a love that last forever and will never die.
Have you ever wanted someone so much that they never leave your mind?
As if to be with them some how stops all time.
Have you ever found someone that is truly your best friend?
Someone who always has the time with you to spend.
Have you ever found someone that makes your heart race?
Just thinking of her kiss and the way that she tastes.
Have you ever found a girl who tastes like a sweet peach?
A girl who with one look can stop your speech.
Have you ever found a women who will give her heart to you?
A women who will promises to always be true.
I found this women who i thought was just a dream.
Now i know what true love is i know just what they mean.
Many poets talk of women and compair them to many things.
Like the beauty of a flower or the song that a bird sings.
But she is so wonderful that nothing ive experienced can even compair.
To the way she feels when shes in my arms and just knowing she is there.
So as i finish this i would just like to say.
Deanna i love you more each and every day.
When God Made a Woman
Steve L. Siegel
November 20, 2014
To my loving wife Sally Ann
When God made a woman
I am so thankful that when God made a woman,
From Adam's ribs that before He made her
That He also added a bit firefly spirit, a touch of
unfiltered love that goes right to the man's heart.
That He also had time add that composure,
Made her little stubborn at times;
That to make us men behave, so badly,
That she'd get what she wanted in the first place.
However, He also added a soft spot in her,
Her heart always had room for her children,
Yet there is just enough room for her man,
She would show him her passion from deep within.
But, don't let another feline try getting near her man,
Her claws would come out, taking on any who wanted hers;
God must by accident took some man's backbone to put in her,
Because once she is in love, she'll try anything to keep him,
Fully to her alone; so there's no looking back.
Yep, I am glad and thankful to my Lord
That He chose to use a part of me to make a woman,
And that He lead her to where I was,
That between the two of them I now have this grand wife.
Her man was not worth crying for.
She never shed a tear.
She showed him just how tough she was,
and she showed him she didn't care.
He was nothing but deceiving,
He was taking and receiving,
He was leaving her promises embedded in gold,
And she had believed all the lies he told.
He was nothing but a baby,
With his jealousy and rage,
He revealed to her his true colors of a violent tendency.
He wanted a mother for a wife,
She tried her best to impress.
His feelings of frustration did occur,
When his violence was unleashed upon her,
He put his last toe out of the line,
And that’s when she knew, everything would be fine,
As she finally threw him out of her life…
One thing that I'm starting to see
I have a hard road ahead of me
Which makes me smile part of the time
For I just left a hard road behind
As I try to write through my pounding head
I swear I feel like the walking dead
It's all very strange like a "Creature of the Sea"
As I battle this monster inside of me
Somedays are bad others are worse
Yet I feel many Blessings will follow this curse
It's not the length of the battle but character of the man
As I'm driven to offer all that I can
See curses are blessings covered in disguise
We must learn to accept them to ever be wise
Everyday my wife tells me, "Please just rest"
Yet she deserves my very best
So each day I do all I possibly can
Tell me am I wrong to be a man
Today I was compelled to try and write
For it's not only my blessing it's also my plight
Do you know who you want?
You should know.
A simple girl can do as much as
Downsize your dreams, or make them grow.
She can lift you to great success.
She should always give you her best.
Your girl can make you weak, or make you strong,
Make you unwanted, or make you belong.
Through laughs and tears, you are her world.
She will always be on your side.
So, I'm asking, please, find your girl.
Into my balloon, an amount of air I did blow
And today...and yesterday, it begins to glow
Things worthwhile are clear to see
For the Son of God lives in me
To help his blessings cover my life
He provided me with a loving wife
It didn’t really start off that way
For years my actions took me away
To a place where I contemplated all my sin
What else you going to do up in the pen
The new becomes old and nothing will change
Unless our minds we re-arrange
To all my letters that hit the floor
I guess I needed something more
To my heart you are all that matters
For you I’d place my heart on the platter
I think in loneliness sacrifice is found
Why else would she have kept me around?
Through all the heartache and all the tears
It is my love I hold most dear
He missed the warmth,in her arms
He missed all her feminine charms
He missed the softness of her kiss
He missed contented married bliss
He missed fulfilment in love's embrace
He missed intimacy,face to face
He missed his sweetheart helpmeet
Coming home,no one to greet
He missed the thoughts of his soulmate
Each day recalling their first date
Not for a second had he regretted his choice
Each minute now,he missed her voice
He missed his love so very much,
And sharing life with his old dutch.
To us, what is a kiss?
If, it’s done with a twist
A pretentious kiss
A pretentious wish
Is it your way of saying goodbye?
Maybe, you need a break for a while
A pretentious kiss
A pretentious wish
Do you want to end this way?
The sacred vow we disobey
A pretentious kiss
A pretentious wish
Which one is wrong, yours or mine?
Then, let’s make a kiss to find the lime
A pretentious kiss
A pretentious wish
Why don’t we wish a gentle kiss?
A real kiss made of a gentle wish
A pretentious kiss
A pretentious wish
A kiss is a symbol of you and me
Once we both deeply wished to be
So, bye-bye to pretentious kiss
And, no more pretentious wish
I used to think that you were my soul mate.
I thought that I had known that since our first date.
I used to feel special and loved, just like a queen.
We never fought , never had a word or thought that was mean.
I took for granted you thought I could do no wrong.
Daydreaming to the radio whenever I hear a romantic song.
Fantasizing that it was you, I just read about in that sultry book.
Knowing that backwards was never a directional option for us to look.
Crying as you slipped onto my finger the most beautiful ring,
Anxiously waiting to see what tomorrow may bring.
Brought us to a life-altering decision and a night full of fun.
Nine months later, it brought us our amazing son.
As time has gone by, it has brought us some difficult times,
Some sweet as chocolate, others, sour like limes.
Bonding us together as a family, sticking together like glue,
Pulling our selves above the nasty, drowning slew.
As the times have gone by, I have started think,
"How long has it been since either has given a wink?"
Realizing that we are no longer the people we used to be,
My eyes are focusing on the real you that I am beginning to see.
Feeling obligated to do as you say, for I don't want be lonely or scared.
Resisting to the ideal of fighting back, as to the temptation of being dared.
You are not the only one that has changed for better or worse, over the years.
For, I have become more aware, gracefully wiping away my unheard tears.
I am not going to pretend anymore, I know that I am not perfect to you
Nor, you are to me. I've tried to change us both till my face has turned blue.
Exhausted from the challenges that we make each other face.
I still want to know that you love me and that I will always have a place.
However, if things can't change and everything is still my fault,
Then, don't even bother, without my combination, you will never open my vault.
Doors will be closing, as new ones open, hopefully not courtrooms, for instance.
If that is what is best for everyone involved, we can still love you, from a distance!
Keep in mind that two very special people think you roped and hung the moon.
Make a whole-hearted decision about the cards on the table, don't fold too soon.
I know we both are fighters, lets hang in there for our family and decide no to quit.
Different perspective, lets fight together not each other, kind of ironic, I admit.
With great sadness and fond memories, I regretfully say
My brother was killed on Memorial Day
Almost 15 years now and so I often I think
How life goes by quickly, just in a blink
Strong, yes he was, a navy man, proud
I loved him so much, as could be allowed
Just 3 years older, the closest one to me
I wonder, if here, how different it would be
Being the youngest of ten was not a great thing
Not knowing the older ones, left me wanting
For he, my brother, my friend, my bud
Was taken from me, when he spilled his blood
He had come back from the Gulf, to his wife and son
The wife wanted a divorce, he reached for his gun
I guess he couldn’t take losing the war of his love
So he took his own life; hopefully went up above
Well, I know what they teach, that by doing that, no
Down below is really where he was destined to go
But deep in my heart, where I keep him there still
I believe he’s in Heaven, now doing God’s will
With a family spread out, they don’t understand
They never really knew him, the brother, the man
But I knew him best and therefore must say
I love you dear brother, Happy Memorial Day!
Many years have now gone, I still think of you
My son born that year was named for you too
So I’ll never forget you, no memory end
I’ll always love you, my brother, my friend
Woman is a precious pearl
For you to shine, don’t hurl
Woman should be loved
Never hit her with a club
Woman should be kissed
Not by your mighty fists
Woman is created, for us
So, love her till you pass
Woman will always be there
When ever you need her care
Woman is your loving mate
Even if you come home late
Woman is your everlasting soul
From you, God created her soul
Her vessel floats upon the sea
Where currents bring her back to me
My maiden on a skip of life
So buoyant there, my lovely wife
I pray for her most safe return
For raging deep, my heart there burns
As she’ll extinguish the fires yet
With waters of love, she’ll drown it wet
Please tell me now, my dear, my love, what occupies your mind?
Are you truly happy now or is there sadness yet to find?
I do my best to make you smile and hope you’ll feel complete.
So, tell me now, my darling one, as I wait now at your feet.
I will not beg, nor ever grovel, but happily serve you well.
So, are you happy, lovely one? Please tell me now, do tell.
Where passion lives, I cannot say
However, it arises every day
It fills my heart and mind with heat
It makes me feel just so complete
Its life is triggered in so many ways
From words to breaths to simple play
It cannot be so easily suppressed
As well, it serves to keep me blessed
I love it when my passion stirs
For that’s the time I share with her
She feels the same, a love on fire
For with each breath, it’s even higher
She says I know not what I do
The effects I have, that keep it true
Her passion rages when I recite
My words of passion in the night
But, yet by day, she says she feels
The passion rise straight from her heels
Into the depths of mind and heart
She keeps it there, to never part
Together, then, we share it well
Our passion, moments, I cannot tell
But know this now and forever more
When passion hits, we close the door