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The Long-Suffering Wife

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

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

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

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


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


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The Sparrow

He called it love and his captivating way,
   She called it fear and longed for the day.
All alone she cried those bitter nights,
   While he ran around to his hearts delight.
He had her heart he pulled her strings,
    All she ever wanted was the joy that only true love can bring.
He controlled her mind, her spirit, her soul,
     All alone with no hopes of ever achieving her goals.
Completely stripped of confidence and pride,
    She became a victim of his heartless and evil side.
She was hardly a child when he stole her heart,
    Lured in to his web with lies and broken promises from the start.
Now all of her dreams have faded away,
    As she musters up courage to try to make it through another day.
He has convinced her that what he says is the final word,
    No matter what she had read or heard.
You can’t make it out there, alone, is what he said!
    You won’t last a week till somebody finds you dead.
So callous and cruel he chose those frightening words to keep her here,
    But she had reached the end and leaving was the only way and she saw it clear.
She said you’re right and I should hush so let’s not fight,
     But her things were packed, she’d be leaving this night.
He got all dressed and went out to make the town,
     She called her a taxi and left that clown.
She broke the bonds that held her there,
     Now she’s on her own enjoying life and breathing in this new found air.
This little sparrow has found her wings,
     Enjoying everything this life can possibly bring.


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Granny Panty Annie, the Tranny

Lemme tell ya' about a
*ding-bat skit-zo 
bee-hotch* tranny
named Annie...

I met her one night 
under disco lights 
up at Candies

She was 
starin' at me
grittin' her teeth
aimin' ta' see 
if I wanted a piece
of he 
OR
of she 
by way of flashin' granny panties

She was
shootin' pool
actin' a fool
so I 
took a shot
and one tiny glance 
but got caught

So I
lit up a smoke
and tried to play it off cool
but it was too late
she had pulled up a stool

She slurred,
"Hey young felluh, where ya' been all my life!"

I replied, 
"Sorry to burst yir' bubble, but I got a wife!"

"That don't matter kid, what she don't know won't hurt the girl" 
as she fisted my collar and yelled, "I'LL ROCK YIR' WORLD! Annie the Tranny is what they call me. Bet you been wanted ta' bone me since you first saw me!"

Fear and frustration danced on my face
I begged the bouncer to 
"Get this he/she outta the place!"

My pleas were to no avail, 
and that sea donkey lurked hot on my trail
flailin' it's arms and grindin' bar stools with it's tail

Speakin' of tails...
a shiny blue wale tail crept up her back
Her jeans were mean, but couldn't hold her underwear's elastic slack
but at least it beat feastin' eyes upon her crack
then she... 
wrapped her grimy hands around my neck and asked, 
"You n' me, boy, what the heck!?!"

I screamed,
"Look here lady, you seem real nice for a tranny;
but...
ya' see...
ya' need 
to hit the bricks,
you
and yir' Granny Panties!"

At that point the joint started to really heat up
people were glarin' like they really wanted me beat up
I can't recall how the hell I got out of there 
alive and free
it was like a big manly freight train
headin' dead at me

I'm pretty sure I owe the good Lord a big favor
that beast was the devil
and Jesus was my Savior!

It's a night I thought would never end... 
the night at Candies Bar n' Grill
Granny Panty Annie got a thrill 
tryin' to make me her sexy friend!!!




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EVE will remain with ADAM -Chris D A

A DINNER INVESTMENT (for Eve)

My husband Chris Adams always wines and dines me.
In the most expensive places one can eat.

Arriving in LIMO style.
Waiting upon the waiters greet.
Viewing the menu I reply, "Hun I am ready to order."
1 T-bone steak, fully cook the meat.

At our table, walked a gorgeous snake eyed women.
Who leaned over my husband's seat
Approaching my Chris with a big wet kiss.
I stomp my husband on his feet.
Giving him the look when I get pissed.
She slithers with her tongue into my Adams ear and whispers 
 "Later, go to that hotel where we always meet"
With one stare I yell, "Chris how could you cheat!"
"I had enough, I want a divorce MR.ADAMS!"
Slapping him in the moment of heat.
He replies, "She is my mistress Bath-Sheba my dear EVE!"
"I do not love her my sweet."
"I understand if you want a divorce!" Mr. Adams replied.
"Remember, no more furs, luxury suite, Winters in Barbados,
 Summers in Tuscany."
"Infinity or Lexus, and first class plane seats."
"Forget about the Yacht Club."
"Party by the swimming pool of one hundred feet."
"It is up to you my Kitty Skat Eve to give it all up."
"You decide if these diamonds you want to keep."

Without thinking of taking a leap.
I see Mr. Adams business partner Cain with a Jezebel in his arms.
I ask my husband Chris in a small peep. 
"Do not tell me that Cain commits Adultery to?"
"Cain's blond looks really cheap, as if she works the street."
"Well, our mistress is prettier, and looks real sweet."
"Honey our mistress Bath-Sheba is worth the keep."
"Mr. Adams tonight you can call me Steve and not Eve,
 What ever it takes to satisfy your needs, and my gold lust!"
**************************************

(The moral of the story is what some Eve's  will do to keep their investment,
 I mean Adam's.) A joke and dedication to the most blunt Poet
 Of the soup, Chris D. Aechtner 
For THE Eve in Eden* (Contest) *


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Alone in a Hospital Room - An Alzheimer's Song

Don’t you remember, love, how we danced that first night;
beneath the sun’s rays, toes dipping in the cooling sand, 
to the tune of our favorite song –
with me humming the best I could – 
(I sounded terrible, but you told me I sounded divine, remember?)
while falling all over myself, and your delicate feet; 
and you, trying so hard not to laugh as I made such a fool of myself!
Did you ever think we would go 
from being love-sick teenagers dancing on the beach, 
to a couple of old-timers reminiscing 
about our best years – our long ago days together? 

Honey? 
Sweetheart, please…
If there is any part of that teenage girl 
left within that beautiful head of yours…please; 
please, just look in my eyes as you once did…
look at me, sweetheart…
Don’t you remember? 

My love, do you hear? 
They’re playing our favorite song…



*Inspired by Izzy Gumbo's Solfege Contest
I really hope I did this right! :)


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The Wedding

Wedding Night in Raqqa

 

 

Cyclonic violet vision

 

Etheral and immortal

 

She swirls her sand baked torso.

 

Evoking the initial collision of primordial seed,

 

Swathed in gossamer purple veils,

 

Writhing to the stomping and clapping

 

Of jeweled ankles

 

And henna stained hands.

 

The tribes have united for my wedding to their son.

 

I ,foreign and naive, swoon to the power

 

Of ancient rhythm and verse,

 

Ripe, fertile gestures,

 

Pregnant with  throbbing pulses

 

And scattered beats of flailing arms,

 

Bleating tongues, spinning robes.

 

A cacophony of incessant chant rose from the dancing women,

 

Growning louder, feverish in their pleasure

 

And the nearness of release.

 

I join in the dancing.

 

They swath me in voiles and lead me to the center

 

I dance, and I succumb to my wedding night in Raqqa.



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The Tale of the Dirty Dick

Girls, if you ever find a man of great persistence
Listen to your ******, and say NO! with adequate resistance
You see chicks, when a dude gets a hard dick
If it's dirty, it can make you super sick
Painful pisses and cloudy urine will follow suit
All because Dirty Dick Man wanted to discharge his root
So, ladies, beware...there are diseases out there
No Dick gets serviced until it's clean and faire
Run, scream, shout, "Spank your ****ing monkey!"
Please, I beg of you, do as I now  propose
Keep your ****** sparkling clean-never let it decompose.


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How I Snagged Joe (and the rest is history)

Hot August, 1974, I was back for my second year at college,
having just settled into a new place at Anita Apartments,
right next to the guys’ apartment complex called Tanner’s.
My first night, we answered a knock at our door.
Steve Dietrich, a friend of my roommate, entered our apartment,
but my eyes went immediately to the younger man with him.
That would be his brother Joel, there for his first year at BYU.
My first thought was this: How shy he is, so reserved. . . but so adorable.
He was tall and thin and cute as the dickens.
They stayed for just a while, and by the time they left,
I’d formulated my big plan:
 to get to know this boy Joel (who everyone just called Joe).

There was to be a parking lot dance that weekend,
and so I waited expectantly, hoping all week 
 to catch a glimpse of this boy I’d found so attractive,
but no matter how often I strolled past his apartment,
my opportunity for a “chance encounter” never occurred.

The night of the dance arrived and I was right there,
all decked out in my colorful tight top with bellbottoms,
long luscious lashes curled and pink frost lipstick applied.
When I caught sight of Joel, he was slow dancing with some girl.
A blonde with glasses, she was rather plain and smaller than me.
I was not pleased to see her with Joe, and I thought to myself:
Hmmmm, who does she think she is? I saw him first, 
and he is NOT going to stay with her tonight.

As they danced, I fixed my eyes on him, 
my beautiful, long-lashed, sultry green eyes.
He looked up and saw me then. I must have taken him by surprise
because I did not lower my gaze. 
I wanted him to know that he was going to be mine,
so I willed him with my gaze to break away from that blonde
and come to me.
And so he did. .  the rest is history.

Beside me at this moment, lying on our bed, watching TV,
is the man who today bears little resemblance to that 
very young man I met 35 years ago.
I turn to him and ask, “Do you remember the VERY first time you saw me?”
He replies, “I don’t know; a parking lot dance?”
Well, at least he came close. . .

For Frank Herrera's Contest: Love Story


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Death Of The Saints

A cousin called the other day saying "Another cousin has passed away".

Well my husband said "How old was she.""

"Ninety-eight".

A stalwart woman who had served family and community well. Producing one child that 
became a missionary serving in a foreign land..

While talking the cousin asked "Did you know ______"?

My husband answered, "Well, I don't think that I knew them".

The cousin proceeded to tale this story.

"The man had been down with cancer for a while and passed recently..The funeral had been 
conducted and the hearse had gone on to the cemetary..The family car with the family was 
not to far behind..But when it pulled up, the wife of the deceased did not get out and the 
funeral home staff was gathering around..The funeral home director decided to go see what 
was going on ...."

The cousin said, " That this funeral home director told him". "That he had been in this 
business for thirty-five years and faced something that he had never had happen to him or 
any other funeral home director that he knew."

The funeral home director said, "When I got to the family car, I found the wife of the 
deceased had passed from a massive corornary."

She had said, "I don't know how I will live without him." She didn't have to learn. God called 
her home..

The roosters crow, the crows craw and are answered by the gobble of the turkey across the 
way..


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My Husband's Dream

Everything is so still as the morning slowly comes,
from afar, the sound of a babbling brook is heard.
Perched  high up, I wait for daylight to surround these peaceful woods,
as I sat listening to  the dew dripping from the trees.
What a beautiful place to be, on such a cold November morn,
the first day of Deer Season has finally come.
Shhh, listen, strange sounds coming from behind, as I turn to look,
I can't believe my eyes, he is big, so big, sniffing, and grunting
he comes closer.
Counting the points, yes, ten I see, trembling, I take my rifle
in hand, zero in,  he is mine, monstrous rack..
The echo rings through the woods, perfect shot, he is down,
shaking I climb to the ground to take a look at this BOSS of the Pines.
My first hunt of the season, and what a deer, one for the record.

I have two and a half months of this to listen to......
and this is his dream every night, and I hear it every day.


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I cry for you

The tears I shed are not tears of pain but of grief for you my love. As life would have it or fait at least; you lost at what could have been. Really what should have been!
I know what you truly deserve and it's not me or the poor background of which I've come from. Your friends have managed to find wives with wealth and retirement. While all you can do is carry the load as you always do.
Do not think for an instant my heart isn't hurting; knowing I'm not good enough, never have been, and never will be. I can never catch up in life and will never be an equal. At no time is this far from my mind.
I used to think love was all that mattered but now I have grown up and realize how much more there is to life. A fine line drawn in the sand from the beginning has set us apart and down separate paths. Together yet not as one; this was never to be for our lives were directed by poverty and riches.
Was I selfish to want you? I did not understand then as I do now. Now knowing what I know, I cry for you my love. You could have carried on finding that special one to share all of you with. No lines drawn, no poverty or riches to separate. No tears shed or grief knowing ones' not good enough!
What's ahead as each day passes I wait to see. God has a plan, everything happens for a reason. A new job with more money, yet not even this erases the line. Not for my life of such little means even this can't bind a heart set on a different path?
Debbie Knapp


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The little pen that tried to get drunk

That goofball husband of hers brought her to this joint to see her get drunk for the very first time. She actually plugged her nose trying to sip her first glass of beer. Good grief. 20 minutes and she barely finished it. She walked to the restroom and I felt her teetering just a little bit. She likes the feeling though, I can tell! I sure liked it when she started boogying to the beat of the band on her way back to the table. Too bad Mr. dingbat won’t ever dance with her. She keeps tapping her hands on the table to the rhythm of the music. That’s why I have to write so slow. . . . 
      Now  she’s   tryin ta   drink  another   beer  but   she   can   hardly stand it  an  her husband  sez come on don’t ya wanna know  how   it   fills   ta be drunk? She says   well at list I fill buzzd now. . . 

The nice buzz wore off. It’s at least an hour later. She and hubbie got this idea to go to the liquor store. First time she ever went to one. She thought maybe brandy would taste better so then she could drink something stronger and know how it felt to be drunk. Brandy sounded sweet and fruity to her. Boy was she wrong. She took a little taste and it burned going down. That stuff sucks just like the beer. . . . 

Wow she jus finisht tha hole boddle rily fast lik mebbie ten minuts ago so she kud fil drunk an she put me down ta finnish tha boddle in one shot    now she kant evin    kip her   eyez    opun    UH  ohhhhhhh

Epilogue:  The preceding narration was based on actual fact. Upon consuming an entire bottle of brandy in less than ten minutes, "she" immediately passed out, and I recall she awoke in the morning having forgotten everything that transpired once she fell asleep. Furthermore, when she went into the bathroom the next morning and saw some flecks of vomit on the walls, she was quite amazed. Why? Because she had no recollection of throwing up, and she realized her goofball husband had actually attempted to clean up a mess in their house for the first time in their young married life!!! 

By the way, Jenny, if you happen to be reading this, Shhhh. Please do not tell her other sisters. It would surely get back to you guys’ mother, and your poor upstanding church-loving mom might have a heart attack to hear of her daughter’s one transgression with the devil’s brew! Sincerely, Her Sober (albeit sometimes fanciful) Pen


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Battling Addiction

I loved you once years ago 
Our passion was divine
Could see our life together forever
But instead I could not compete
For your lover was a bottle.

I tried all I could do 
Being your wife and supporting you
But no matter how hard I tried 
No matter what I couldn't compete
With the liquid you chose instead

It's funny how alcoholics live two lives
One is surface for those to see
The other the demon inside 
Fighting to overtake the good
All the while hiding sipping alone

Codependence is also an evil
Depending on others for how to feel
Walking on eggshells became a cover
So as not to stir the tipping canoe
In the end it did not matter

For then you chose your battles to leave
Easier then to give in, just said "go"
No more arguing was glad to have you go
For life with addiction is weary
And heavy on the soul

I could not watch you kill yourself
The love we had was dead
Did not want our child to see 
Up close and personal 
His father failing at life.

To watch a loved one kill themselves
Slowly with a bottle
Is like watching a tree slowly die 
First the leaves change color 
Then they fall to the ground

With alcohol it's just the same
First the color starts to leave
The brightened eyes that once were there
Turn bloodshot and empty
Desire is replaced by need

Nothing is sacred to someone whose addicted
Possessions,home, family all are second
Jobs come and go over many years
People come in an out their lives 
And families disappear. 





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What Would You Take Contest Entry

If deserted, was I, on an island, and was allowed only three integral items to take with me, what would they be?

If we are speaking of material things, I suppose I would take my favorite book in the whole world, "Ask Dr. Mueller" by Cookie Mueller. It is a book I cherish, and can read perpetually because it's just that good.

If, by some strange coincidence, there happened to electricity on the island, and an old, abandoned, yet functional CD player just so happened to be found, then I would want my favorite album in the world with me: "Live Through This" by Hole. I worship Courtney Love and her music. She is a grunge Goddess to me. I love every song on that album.

If pen and paper could magically count as just one item, then I would take mountains of paper and a plethora of pens so I could record everything and continue writing poetry while hoping to be rescued.

My acoustic Gibson Epiphone means the world to me; I cannot imagine not having it with me. I know how to play all the songs off "Live Through This", so perhaps I would choose my guitar instead; that way I can still enjoy those songs as I still compose more of my own; that makes sense, right?

If, by Divine Intervention, there was an abandoned, yet functional TV and DVD player, I would have to consider taking all seven seasons of "The Golden Girls"; I don't think I could survive without the Golden Girls; it's my favorite show ever. And also all of the "Star Wars" movies; those I cherish, too.

And also, since I am an addict/alcoholic, I would want to take tons of pills, whisky and Cola with me; I'm sure I could not survive without those.

I understand that perhaps people or pets may not be considered as "items", but if I could choose among them, well, I would have to take my loving partner, my best friend of twenty years and my two dogs, Sammy and Bilbo, and my three kitties: Marley, Archie and Punky (of course I count them all as one because I like to break the rules).

Since there are so many things I do not think I can live without, it's an impossible decision. But these are my considerations, nonetheless.

*What Would You Take Contest Entry
10-11-13


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She Steal Like a Thief

Her husband married his mistress
She closed her eyes and once again
    she lost him to that *****
 She thinks of him as omnipotent 

At last! she wear his ring
 Now it’s time to bridle her tongue
and show the world that
 she belong to Master Shingh

 What goes around comes around
Karma is a *****. Now its casual sex
with Tess the ***** switch

He smile, she laughs
He slow down, she picks up the pace
He sneeze, she said bless you”.
she began her new life without hesitation, without delay

To her the man is omnipotent God 
worshipping the ground he walks 
yes, master, no master

somehow, she manage
 to love, honor and obey.
she steals like a thief


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Just Desserts for Rats

Still touching the hilt of the sword, she declares, “No fencing for HIM at the end of the month. His pastime is so bloody boring!” The mouse in her house regards her with cockiness from underneath a chair. “Yeah, BEN, my FRIEND, I’m talking to YOU.” She returns the stare of the mouse. “And you sure do make a racket at night down here on this kitchen flooring!” The ashes she flicks from her cigarette fall soundlessly to the tiles. She casually leafs through a travel brochure she holds, then looks over at “Ben.” “Yeah, that husband of mine sure thought he could fool me, but he’ll never try that again.” She fixes her gaze on Ben’s beady eyes and then back on the pages and smiles. There were rendezvous spots of her husband she’d got from a slime ball she’d hired to sleuth. “He did a good job, that big tub of lard. Yes, I do have to give him that, but he sure knew how to give me the creeps with his body all sweaty and fat.” She puts some milk on sweet rice in a bowl. “I only wanted the truth. Cat got your tongue? Too bad there’s no cat. I’d love to see you get swallowed.” The mouse doesn’t flinch. Now she looks down at a pile of the sleuth’s photographs. “This first batch of pictures wasn’t so hot.” She turns to the rodent and laughs. “But this second group. . . .Every cent was well-spent to have that bastard followed!” She puts the rice pudding with milk on the floor near a form that is centered there and stoops as she pours from a bottle marked “poison” its contents into the bowl. She leans down beside the shape on the floor, saying, “Soon you‘ll have Ben‘s company.” And then to the mouse: “ Come here, little rat, come now and eat till you’re full.” Then grabbing her bags pre-packed for Australia, she kicks at the form on the floor so carefully centered - kicks right at the spot where the sword’s blade so easily entered. For the Dirty Deeds Contest


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Maizie

When I met Maizie, she was about eight years old.  We were living in Kentucky and my wife's mother and brother lived near us.  Her mom was a widow and suffered from some physical problems that restricted her to her home.  Her son was an unemployed n'er do well who spent a lot of time drinking and living off of his mothers income.  He had been married several times, none of which lasted.

It was a pleasant summer day when my mother in law called and said that her sons first wife had showed up to visit, along with her current husband and their daughter, Maizie.  Since we normally were over to her house several times a week to clean and shop, we soon met all of them.  It turns out that the husband was “between jobs” and it soon became apparent that they were there for whatever they could get, and quickly settled in.  Her mother accepted everyone at face value and couldn't see that she was being used.

We kept a close eye on the situation, stopping by more often to see what was going on.  It was during these visits that I noticed that Maizie was odd man out.  She was a very affectionate child, but was usually ignored and or yelled at by her mom.  She would frequently sit quietly on the periphery, swinging her feet and observing.  I felt sorry for her and started to pay her some attention.  We would talk, and laugh, and take short walks around the apartment project.  Sometimes, when I would go shopping, I would take her with me.

One day we found out that they were going to move on.  When we went over, Maizie seemed despondent.  I asked if she would like to take one last walk and she eagerly agreed.  While on our walk, Daisy suddenly blurted “would you like to be my daddy”?

I was at a loss for words, but finally said “Maizie, you have a father”.

“I know” she said.  “But I want a daddy”.

That's the last time I saw Maizie.  Today she would be a woman in her twenties and I can only hope she found the love she so richly deserved.


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Elo

When I looked into your eyes
for the first time
I saw a couple of clouds,
two swans
and a garden in color.
You then closed your eyes, ...
Desperation took hold of my heart ...
Acceptance?
My palms sweated,
My body froze
and my senses became airborne.
That's when I saw your eyes open
an emotion took over me
I became a child, adolescent and illuminated
My eyes turned fires
my hands were complements of your arms
Acceptance!
My lips were your lips.
My life became his
when we said "yes"
till death do us part.


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The Heat of the 70s

The house is empty, my husband is at work, I am sitting with my dog just relaxing when PBS television broadcasts a music special. Oh all those Motown tunes from the 1970s, Now that’s hotter than hot, I feel the heat rise. The Commadores, Stylistics and Patti LaBelle, I am singing, She’s a brick house and feeling hot, Moving my hips and swaying to the great music, Still remembering all the words and those feelings. The memories it evokes is only of pure passion, The whole decade provided a serenade of love. You could fall in love so fast with the right song, Every song I hear elicits a treasured memory. The Discos were the highlight of the weekend, Spending the nights dancing, driving the men wild. The bump and grind was probably the best dance, Although a good jive would always make your night. Earth, Wind and Fire can really bring on a burn, Al Greene just makes me want to cuddle by a fire, Wow its getting warm in here, see what I mean. I think I’ll tape this show and put it on tomorrow night, So I can take my husband back and feel the heat.
Written July 29, 2012 For Debbie Guzzi’s contest “HEAT” Placed 6th


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Tea

We met in Heaven and  hung in freedom

Laying in fields of clover and joy

Just thoughts and unable to express our love

You were wonderful and I called you Beauty

Mine

God met with us and readied

You will go where I send and wait

I had forgotten you until prayer

It was then I heard you calling

He

I saw you in my dreams and danced again

Tried to recall but there were no answers

I picked you and you picked me

But it was cloudy there

Sun

Your eminence diminished and the shining

We promised to wait until GOD sent his signal

And I waited at the crossroad

My lovely came to me and whispered

Well met

I saw you walking across the lawn

You caught me and the photos

My heart was full and the snapping and flash

I remembered and thanked God

My lovely

The wedding came and love

The rice was thrown but you

Always you and your warm hands

The heart which I waited took

Released

We were well met

But we had to go our separate

It wasn't convenient

Silently and moving

Love was placed in the freezer

Ritorno

Return to me

Our love can be thawed

We can baste and nurture

You bring the best of me

Tea

And the leaves crushed

Water boiling and rolling

Only the finest China

We were freshly brewed


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Full Speed Ahead

Looks of poison,
blood runs cold,
misery in chains,
my life unfolds.

Years of torment,
trying to escape,
useless to try,
free inmate.

Control you take,
dominate the nest,
time to leave,
I must confess.

Enough of this,
can't take any more,
my butt is heading,
out that door....

After I,m gone,
and you sit alone,
think of the many,
nights you were stoned.

Time is running,
full speed ahead,
I have to live,
before I am dead......


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My Happiest Day

 I didn’t know the doctor.
I don’t know how I chose him.
Perhaps my landlady had recommended him
or maybe I simply picked him 
from the yellow pages.
I was two thousand miles away
from my mother or any relative 
or friend with whom I could 
go to for advice. 
It was embarrassing to open 
up to this stranger, 
but I needed to know.

The doctor had bad news for me.
I was not pregnant and it was
doubtful that I would ever be pregnant.
My body had betrayed me.
I left his office in despair
and cried myself to sleep
in my young husband’s arms
after I had burdened him
with the doctor’s report.
I wanted to be pregnant.
I needed to be pregnant.
Most of the young brides of my age
had a baby during the first year of marriage.
It was going on two years for us
with no sign of pregnancy.
I was alone all day while
my husband worked  and
my baby would be company.
We had come to this city for work, 
when my husband could not
find a good paying job
near our native home in North Dakota.
I was young and lonely. 
    
The doctor had given me a prescription
to take for the symptoms that had puzzled me.
I don’t remember the name of the medicine
but it made me very ill.
The nausea did not get better
so I returned to the doctor.
He decided to give me the rabbit test.
The test came back positive.

My husband was worried about me.
World War Two was in full swing.
He thought he would be drafted and
he didn’t want me alone in the city
so far from my family.
We left the city of Detroit and
moved out to the West Coast 
where my folks now lived.
We arrived by train, just
two weeks before my baby was born.
It was March 4th, 1943 when
I first held my beautiful son.
I inspected his perfect body,
gazed at his beautiful face and
smiled at the bright red hair on his head.
It was the happiest day of my life.  



For Carol Brown's Happiest Day contest won 5th place


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New Years Eve in the ER

The doctors and nurses in the Emergency Room prepared themselves for the 
longest night of the year – New Year’s Eve going into New Years day.

As morbid as it may be, they even had a pool going to guess the time of the first 
alcohol related incident to come into the ER.  He had 11:30.  The clock showed 
11:00.  All was quiet, except for the broken leg in pod 1 as the result of a young 
man falling off of a ladder putting up New Years decorations.  This patient had not 
even started drinking yet.

They heard the sirens in the distance as the radio call came in announcing two 
ambulances were on their way with victims from a car crash – 11:15, Nurse 
Thompson’s entry in the pool.

Dr. Sampson took the first patient, a 30-ish man, conscious with blood streaming 
from his head.  The smell of alcohol was prevalent.  His patient was a young woman 
on a respirator with IV’s already in place.  Walking beside the rolling stretcher was 
her husband, holding her hand, tears running down his face as he said, “We were 
on our way here.  Her water broke at about 10:00.  This guy ran the red light and 
slammed right into us.  Is she going to be okay?”

An ER social worker took the husband to a waiting area as the doctor began barking 
out orders to nurses and attendants in assistance.

The drunk driver, of course, would be okay – for some reason, they usually always 
are.

The husband and would-be father sat sobbing as police officers led the offender out 
of the hospital and into their waiting patrol car.  No word yet from the team working 
on his wife and child.

He heard fireworks from outside the window in the waiting area and could hear a 
few, “Happy New Years” being shared by doctors and nurses in the hallways.  

New Years was also welcomed in in the Central Time Zone, Mountain Time Zone and 
Pacific Time Zone before the doctor walked out to meet the husband in the waiting 
area.  The look on the doctor’s face said it all.  The social worker joined them as the 
doctor simply said, “I’m sorry.  We could not save your wife – but your son is doing 
fine.”

The news crew that was at the hospital to report on the first baby born in 2011 
decided to cancel their story.  Nurse Thompson did not collect the pool money.   The 
father was led to a room in the maternity ward where he fed his new son formula 
from a bottle.

Maybe, just maybe, someone will read this story and schedule to have a cab take 
them home from the New Years Eve party and this story can remain a fictional tale.  
Maybe.


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I Do Kiss

Beneath my mother’s watchful eye,
We had been courting for a year
And now I’m traveling all alone,
Excited with a bit of fear.

A thousand miles to the big city,
Unsophisticated country girl,
Seeking among the million faces
The one who sets her heart awhirl.

The train has reached my destination
I’ve been traveling two days and a night.
What if he is not there to meet me?
An innocent in dreadful plight.

I need not worry, he awaits me
And is the first one at the gate.
And as I feel his arms around me
I know I’m with my future mate.

He has made all of the arrangements,
A license and a preacher too.
With strangers as our two attendants,
We pledge ourselves and kiss “I do”.

By: Joyce Johnson 8/13/12

For PD.s Kissing Game ontest






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Second Chance Prayer


Lord God,
Please help me get a second chance to make up for my past wrongdoing
Send me the Holy Spirit to choose the right path
Provide me Your Seven Gifts of the Holy Spirit to help me better myself
Wisdom to have a deep understanding on what and how to change

Knowledge to know the reasons inside my sudden change
Counsel me to give advice in choosing to take on which direction to go to
Understanding to comprehend every situation 
Fortitude to have strength to be courageous on making a stand

Piety, to be faithful and offer goodness to others
Fear of the Lord to maintain Holy Fear to God
Thank You for Your help in transforming me
I respectfully ask this in the name of Father Christ Jesus for sending me the 7 Gifts of the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

Written 09162012

(Change “I”, “me” or “myself” when praying for someone or a group.) 


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Swung Swinging

A fight broke over the national radio
A spouse busted a spouse for cheating
Apparently they had been swinging
And the spouse doing the busting 
...was the one who suggested the swinging

Long story cut short
Tom was gonna keep seeing Sara
And Nancy would have to deal with it
Tom’s excuse; Nancy I didn’t put a gun to your head
You’re my wife and you slept with another man right in front of me
So you, me and Sara is how it’s now gonna be
If you don’t like it we’ll go to your parents’ 
...and tell them what you did

It was sad...
One woman happy on the other end
The other’s one happy night of carefree delight 
Turned into a tumour she’ll long have to contend with
But I think Tom was cruel to her feelings
Turning a one night swing into a regular bliss
Who gave him the licence to keep swinging on the side


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For The Sake of Argument

I had laid foundation for this moment.
But who I wonder, might be listening?
The deftly fashioned phrases I had planned,
now tumble into mismatched tiles
of scrambled words, from scrabble's hand
spilling garble out of hand!

Now, this is news you may refuse
But let me tell you: HOW NOT TO ARGUE!

Yes!  Wrestle,  woo with words, I will!
I spill opinions, and take a stand!
Will he fall and say “Yes dear,”
while my stunning words appear
taking hold the upper hand?

Darn it!, much against my will,
emotional blubber, my tears will well!
My calm approach, and swift attack,
falls apart, WHAT'S UP WITH THAT?? !!
My soapbox, platform, for two left feet,
will crumble with my shamed defeat!

My five alarm fire, starts with a blaze,
too soon becomes a fading haze !
Just gol-darn smoke gets in his face!

Gibberish, senseless words out loud,
once proud embers, sound absurd!

Can't I once, get THE LAST WORD??

The surging tide, a frothy ripple,
makes him giggle, never grovel!
Pleasure gleams in both his eyes,
This drama queen just wants to die!
Dang it, I can never win
He folds his arms, and sports a grin!

Better end this bitter novel......
Let me dig, with my own shovel !!




______________________
For Verlena's Slam Contest...Round 2


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Morning Raga - "Tell Me A Story!"

In the first grey light of dawn, a young woman begins the morning song.
The simple cadences of her song are as tranquil and liquid as the monsoon rain, 
Trickling down the broad leaves in her mother’s garden.
The steady drumming on the veranda roof echoes her rhythms. 

She sings of joys, of sorrows, and of love … always of love … 

This morning song is as familiar and comforting as a lullaby.
Her mother brought it with her from the South, 
And sang it every morning for her father.
Now, she sings for them both, as they begin the day.

Today will be special for her.
She is to meet her future husband for the first time.
She has never seen him, but she trusts her parents’ judgement … 
After all, they love her, don’t they?

She hopes he will be kind, and maybe a little bit handsome … 
Like the boy she’s seen in town.
But she must try to forget him … 

On another veranda, a young man sits silent, listening.
He sits here at every dawn to hear the morning raga, 
Entranced by the voice of a girl he cannot see.

He, too, is to meet his betrothed today.
He wishes she might be a singer, or at least enjoy the morning song,
When she comes to live at his mother’s house.

He remembers a lovely girl he saw … sly glances, shy smiles … 
If his new wife is half as pretty, he will be well content.
Yes! He will … 

He believes his secret is safe, but mothers see everything … 
And his mother loves him. So she whispered to a friend,
And her friend whispered to another, and, well … 
A good husband is not hard to persuade … 

The sun has risen above the clouds.
There is much to do today – and if the young people agree,
There will be a lucky Monsoon wedding to arrange.

But first, the song.



Entered in Elaine's "Tell me a story" contest


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The Raunchy Haunch

“Quick smart struck onion!
You metronomous fishy tail!
You’ll not be taken in by me, 
you fraudulent legume!”

I seemed to have soundly unsettled her
Set her mind cross firing, flailing
But it’s not such a thing to be nettled for
No reason for wail and paling

“Quick, smart, lush young-one!
You’re melodious, pithy, hale!
I’m already taken much with you; 
please do let me resume!”  

Still I unbloomered my hand and bloused it
Found her skin a singin’ an’ tinglin’
Thrilled firm and brazenly arouse-ed 
Her dissent clearly dissemblin’

“Oh quick, start, rush lovin’!
My ‘band’s a louse, gritty, stale!
But he’ll not be taking long from now, 
or so we should assume!”

That’s when I heard an unsettling foot step
Eared hobnail booting scooting
And so sought out the exit I 'ad free kept
Flash fear foul intention mooting

Quick; dark, hush, re-button!
Your ‘band sussed our betrayal!
I’d best be taking my leave ‘bout now,
I’ll see you in no time soon!”


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A Lovers Lie

Lonely she is in her paradise sweet.
Wondering where her husband is and who he meets.
She is too scared to venture off into this unknown land.
Things are unfamiliar and the men don’t look like gentlemen.

All she can do is wait and hope.
That her husband is alright but he keeps taking a lot of gold.
It has been a week I have been lied to and confused.
He is home now and has double the gold he used.

He leaves tomorrow for another week to be gone.
He left some gold and in a weeks time for sure.

Her heart feels like crushed ice stuck and does not know what to do.
A broken hearted soul that’s very wealthy and too scared to move.


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My Favorite Devonshire


Footprints to Follow Father's bare feet left footprints in the sand Young son followed, each step carefully planned Tim wanted so much to be like his Dad Always emulating, quite a sweet lad So as you leave impressions on life's shore Remember your path will not be ignored Tread gently, leave prints that make your kids proud Step far away from the perilous crowd Stop at times, build sandcastles, pick up shells Memories can't be erased by sea swells Imprints on children's hearts last forever Keep this in mind through every endeavor A child may be following your footsteps Always make your marks with loving precepts Carolyn Devonshire When I read this poem, Carolyn, I picture my husband and son in those moments when they don't realize they're being watched. How my son looks at his dad is priceless. He hangs on his every word and wants to emulate his every action. My son is only four and I know one day in the near future, this will change (especially in those teenage years!), but I hope he follows in his dad's footsteps. My husband is a kind, loving and hardworking family man. Thank you for writing this beautiful poem. I have printed a copy of it for my husband to keep as a reminder of the tiny feet carefully stepping close behind his. As a parent, nothing is more important than our "impressions on life's shore". God bless you, Carolyn. Your golden heart shines through your words. Love and Blessings, Rhonda


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Dream Catcher

When the light of the sun begins to fall Echoes of thoughts begin to ball Drifting into a sleepless state Possibilities grow, at a relentless rate I open my mind, in a wonderland of no validity Emphasized by a walk, through a mirror of fluidity Children's laughter in a sadistic tone This dream is a nightmare, far from home The path I am walking........leads to a house Beyond the door, I wish for my friend, my lover and spouse As the door creaks open a figure is revealed I brace myself, my numbness is my shield A wrinkled hand reaches out from the black It grabs my wrist, leaving no time to fight back As I'm dragged into the darkness, the figure becomes clear The face of my victim, my deepest fear


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A Walk Through the Closet

His blue coat with the gold buttons 
hangs in the closet with all of his other things
Belts hanging on their hooks, shoes lined up in order of color, 
his scent still lingers on every shirt.
I have so many memories....
the red polo shirt he wore to the beach
we had the time of our lives
and the old gray tennis shoes 
I begged him to throw them away
Levi's with a hole in the seat
a sweat shirt with mustard stained on the sleeve
Suits and ties, slacks and shorts
all of the things he wore holds a differnt memory
His dresser pushed against the far wall
all of his cuff links, his watch and tie clips,
the cologne that smells cool and clean
just the scent can bring him back 
I can feel his hands....
he touches my face and hold my hand
A walk through the closet
brings back all of our memoies
we laughed so much, cried very little and loved strongly
These things are everything to me
I walk through the closet when I need his comfort
I'll walk through the closet for the rest of my life.


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Rhinestone Romeo

Well it is a Saturday night
You came into this place all teary-eyed
Because you and your husband got into a fight
I noticed the moment you walked in here

Now you are crying into your drink
I know what it's like to be
So heartbroken that you cannot even think
Please do not worry, I am not trying to hit on you

I am just trying to sympathize
And I cannot understand why
Nor can I find a way to see
Why your husband would want to make you cry

You are a very beautiful woman
And you deserve a whole lot better
But just please do not tell me
That when he wakes up tomorrow, he will find a letter

But please do not let my hat and belt buckle
Make you believe I am some sort of desperate fool
I am not some rhinestone Romeo
So do not lose your cool


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Losing You

The knock came at three am
The witching hour
I stumble to the door in your blue oxford and my barefeet
They stood there like a pair of grim reapers in State Trooper gray
Their words don't make any sense
Redlight.....drunk driver.....make an ID
I call your brother and he takes me downtown
He's sure it's you and I shouldn't look

Six thirty am and I hear screaming
It's me......It's just hit me.....You're not coming home.
I feel my heart still beating but how can this be?
If you're gone how can my chest still rise and fall, is this proof of life?
If they told the truth my life ended at a red light.

Eventually the screaming stops 
and I am rocked in the arms of my best friend
Her tears mixing with mine
I have to save them!
The power in them may be great enough to bring you back!

Two pm and light forces me to open my eyes
I touch your pillow...it's too cold
I remember the gray grim reapers, the cement floor with the drain and the tears I 
collected
I hold them tight because they have power
I sit up and wonder if insanity will always hurt this much.


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The End of the Beginning

And with his final good-bye to his love, so long after her death. 
He then reached into his worn, ragged pocket and with his dirty and soiled hands he 
pulled out his wallet. 
A possession he no longer had the need for in this unruly and dead world. 
He slowly and gently opened it and within it lay the only possession it carried inside. 
A picture of her loving face. 
A reminder of what once was. 
He leaned far over the edge of the looming, empty causeway and looked down in the 
dark nothingness that lay below him. 
He once again longingly looked at the picture of the woman he had once loved and 
slowly his grasp on the wallet loosened and finally the wallet fell to the bottom of what 
was nothing. 
As it fell he slowly felt himself breaking free from the bond that once was there but had 
died long ago.  
And lastly he reached to his hand where a dimmed gold ring sat upon his withered 
finger. 
He gently twisted it off, and in a movement that felt as if he were dipping his hand in 
molasses, he laid the ring tenderly upon the edge of the causeway. 
With resentment and regret he pushed the ring off the edge, trying to forever banish 
her from his mind. 
The he looked upon the darkened ashy sky, and with such weight upon his soul and 
heart he turned towards the long road ahead of him and walked on into the 
nothingness that was to be his life.


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Ex's

I put aside All the hurt and pain, And keep in mind All the things I’ve gained. I still remember The good things too, From all of the ex’s I’ve been through. Ex Number One Was my first love, He gave me such inner strength That there’s nothing I’m afraid of. From him also came My special first born son, And my first wonderful daughter The second child born. Ex Number Two Emotional control came to me, He also gave my children The best grandparents ever to be. He fathered my second son A child so very wise, And my last little baby girl Who gets the eye from all the guys. Ex Number Three Gave me the dancing I still long for, Will there ever be another With such style and grace on the dance floor? I even gained a stepdaughter Who is as special as the rest, She is also my friend And I wish her all the best! Ex Number Four Was always thoughtful of me, And he taught me that a handyman Is something that I could even be. He tried very much To make me happy somehow, He was a wonderful friend And he’s still my pal. Florence McMillian (Flo)


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Lazy, Lazy, Lazy

The years have been good to this senior man,
but why he is so lazy, I'll never understand.
So many talents, lie within,
and nothing is given freely,
from this senior man.
He says I b_ _ _ _, and grumble, and growl,
maybe that's so, I'll take my bow.
My grandad said, if the mule is in the ditch,
you gotta get him out, well, most of my b _ _ _ _ _ _ _,
is trying, just that. 
Things undone for so long now,
with my hammer, and flat bar,
I'll show him how.
Walls come down, that are hanging by a thread,
I"m remembering the words, my grandad said.
Projects lie dormant, from room to room,
eight years, and counting, in this house of doom.
Fresh paint has covered unfinished wood,
his, when I get a round to, and my, I wish he would.
Old windows of yesterday, forgotten by time,
only half have been updated, with the weather proof kind.
My nerves are shot, my voice is ignored,
while I'm still looking at these horrible floors.
A carpenter by trade, his ability is great,
but no improvement here, does he make.
Ceilings to floors, much needs to be done,
I'm just about ready, to pack, and run.
Or invest in more do-it-yourself manuals.



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TOMORROW, A BLURRED VERSION OF MY TODAY

He promised, 
he would not do it again
it was a once off thing
but his anger is so uncontrollable
it makes him so unpredictable…

now I walk around on edge all the time
waiting,
anticipating,
when it will happen again
he said it is only because 
he loves me…

I’m so confused
“do you think love constitutes hitting me?”
“do you think I deserved it?”
Maybe I should have ironed his shirt like he asked
Maybe, just maybe he would not have slapped me…

He did give me a diamond necklace 
to show how sorry he was the first time
but last night he turned on me again
I could not go to work today
I will have to stay in doors for a while…

I can’t look anybody in the face
My eye half shut and inflamed 
They will think I deserved this,
He did say it is my fault

Tomorrow, I’m going try to be a better wife
And not give him a reason to lash out at me
I wonder how many tomorrow’s I’ll see,
through half opened eyes…

*Ps: This is a piece I wrote a while back inspired by the women I worked with who was in 
abusive relationships*


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He Woke Me Up

Sound asleep when his screaming wakes me up.
“Why would you do this? No decency to tell me!”
Waking up I hear his words but still don’t know what they mean
“Your best friend? “Oh don’t be so jealous!” he throws my words back at me.
Hearing him, I understand.
Did he open my email? Did he go through my phone?
He stops his ranting, He looks sad and lost.
His shoulders drop and he breathes deep.
Sitting on the edge of our bed he looks me in the eyes.
Gently he puts his hands to either side of my head.
In a whisper he tells me “I could kill you, you know?”
Softly he touches his nose to mine.
He tilts his head until his lips brush mine.
“I want you out of my house for two o’clock.”
He gets up and walks out the door, dropping my phone as he goes.


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Body Clash

Body clash as the Titans of yesteryear.
Passions flow as rivers of undying desire.
Wired bras fall to the floor with lace panties.
Jeans drop, plop into the bed, heads together.
Weather explodes in thunder and lightning as
Bodies explodes as well. Spent, no repentance.
Why cry now, it's just an emotion. Tell it to the
Priest, when the moment is over and over it is.


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Flesh and Bone

He is a man built from flesh and bone
His body warmed by the one he rescued.
This man who claims me as his own
Towering over me like a shelter from the world
My hand tucked in his as he leads me through this life
If he had been like the rest he would have left me behind
This man who breaths life into me
Whose blood he’d sacrifice to spare mine,
Who seeks revenge for wrongs I’ve been dealt
 This man built from flesh and bone
Loves me and claims me as his own.


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Widow's First Christmas

Turkey's done
dressin'  turned out  fine
gotta stop thinkin'
gonna loose my mind.

     Presents neath the tree
     that boy is one big smile.
     Ain't gonna start cryin
     hold on for awhile.

          God I miss you honey
          each and every day.
          Christimas time don't make no sense
          since you gone to stay.

               Sure miss you carvin'    
               that laughter filled with glee.
               Can't get no Christmas spirit
               when you ain't with me.

May the Lord bless you
keep you safe and sound
We just havin' Christmas
done here on the ground.
   
     Happy Birthday Jesus
     take care o' my ol' man
     and we'll be doin'  your party
     just the best we can.

          Merry Christmas darlin'
          where ever you may be ....
           "Whatcha got there boy?
            A present for me ......  "


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Two Heads Are Better Than One

A modern day scenario of Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden.  It’s after dinner and Eve 
has washed the dishes while Adam's disappeared to the den…communication is minimal...the 
boys are off somewhere..everybody's doing "their thing".  The old serpent..he's got all his bases covered - the internet,  so many distractions..total disconnect, no communication...he's 
thinking: 'O, this is easy! Divide the family and conquer!'...He's got it going..or so he thinks..but he forgets that he doesn't hold the "Ace" card.   All this is temporary!

“Adam, are you listening to me?” How’s the budget coming on?”
“We have to have a budget in place so life can be manageable.”
“No, not later, not tomorrow, honey!” 
“Tomorrow’s too far in the future for this to wait.”
“Oh! What’s that you said?”
“Did I hear you right?”
“I should make a budget, that whatever I do is fine by you?”
“Babe, let’s work on it together. Here, I’ve got all we need to start.”
“Oh, you’re too busy, right now?”
“Ok, I’ll do it, then.”

“Adam, where are the boys?”
“Have you seen them today?”
“What are you doing?”
“Shouldn’t you be out there with them?”
“I can’t be running things around here and watching the boys, too.”
“Someone has to keep an eye on them; see what they’re up to.”
“Are you listening to me?”
“No, I’m not nagging..”
“I’m just gently reminding you that what’s left undone today,
Will come back tomorrow and bite you in the butt!”

Soon, Cain murdered Abel......

"Adam, now that Cain has killed Abel, we have..nothing"
"No need for me to stay around here"
"Good bye" 

Another lesson for mankind, but will we ever learn
That two heads are better than one?
Without balance nothing works as it should!

*To Any Present day Adam totally disconnected from family

*For Deborah Guzzi's "Eve in the Garden of Eden" Contest


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Dont Love Now

That was a great moment
When my house was filled fully
With relatives, friends and new guests around.

Dad keeping busy, mom arranging,
Friends amusing, cousins entertaining,
I was immersed  within relishable tension.

Relaxing myself and taking a deep breath,
I entered in and bid all a traditional HI..
Focusing him at cross eyes.

We kicked off with a sparking smile,
It lasted for a couple of seconds,
Bowed my face with a sharp shy

It was like left in a green field
Filled with elite flowers and touchable stars..

Got a call the next day,
Informing I was selected in the race.
Everyone was tied with anxiety.

Following bundles of discussions,
In addition to my sanctions,
My phone digits were added to his ring up lists.

He first marched with the word ‘Hello’,
I continued with ‘Who is this!!!’
He prolonged with ‘The one who is supposed to rule u’.

Recognizing whom it was?? It was like-
Millions of butterflies flew under my belly,
Dribbles clogging upon the throat..

Fearing what to talk,
I blabbered, he laughed.
He nattered, I pinned my ears in.

One side was this path of unseen Love and commotion 
Other side was a bargains and organization.
The deal ended up with beginning of new covenant in the place of worship.

That was not only a reception but also a farewell,
Final byes to the friends,  adieus to cousins, cries to parents,
I was put into a family unit.

	He held my both hands, kissed at its palms,
	Looked directly into my eyes,
	Made me know what I mean to him..

When my nervousness overruled,
	he replaced with calmness.
When I met agitation,
	he created coolness.
When I feared on something,
	he hugged for many things.
When I worked restless,
	he comforted.
When I worried,
	he cheered up.
Whenever I was disquieted,
	he educated reality in precise.
He did them because he was the one who
	understood me next to GOD..

Accomplished castle in the sky
Daydreamt while missing each
Visualized our masked future
Engaged with enthusiastic honest instants
Managed enjoyments and working schedules
He provided a completely satisfied Life
Failed to remember my past failures in relationships
Brought me entire Heaven inside this tiny earth
Cant imagine what I’m without him
None ever could restore his standard
I can sum up everything he offered me
	Using a solo word “LOVE”.
That’s a splendid understanding at twenty five’s. . 
		Need a Life like this??????
			DON’T Love now. . .


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The Man in My Dream

Last night I had the most amazing dream. I found true love with a man who had no name. He was casually dressed in jeans and a T and smelled incredible. 
We were at a house party, me sitting next to him on a couch, very aware of his magnetic aura. He passed a mirror with a small line of cocaine across it. 
‘Want some?’ 
‘Sure,’ I said. 
I leaned in and sniffed the line like a pro. I should have known at this point that I was dreaming, as I don’t party like that anymore. 
Next thing I know we are dancing real close. I am rubbing my hands all over his back, discovering his muscular torso beneath his T with the tips of my finger. I was hungry for this stranger, insatiable. 
He tries to kiss me, but I turn my head, conscious for the first time that I have a husband. I would never cheat on him. I feel the strangers hands tentatively trace the lines of my back, from nape to waist. I am electrified. I feel safe, happy, loved. 
Then the bed moves as my husband places a hand on my butt…his butt for thirteen years. Maybe he felt my passion and it woke the animal in him. 
Now I realize that I was dreaming. I peer at the clock: 4:34am. I don’t want to wake up, not yet. I can have sex with my husband anytime, but this was the first time I had ever had such a dream. I was determined to return to my fantasy lover’s arms. 
You can’t cheat in a dream, right? 
So I push my husbands hand away from my backside and I lay still, my face buried into the tempurpedic mattress and wait for sleep to come. I don’t hold much hope, as it is rare for me to enter the same dream twice. 
But there he is again. This time we are alone. He is dressed in a sharp grey tweed suite with shirt and tie, and silver cufflinks with my initials. I am blown away by his perfection. 
We hug and I am now ready to kiss, go all the way, as I am now fully aware that I am dreaming. I wanted to devour him quickly as I sensed he had to go somewhere. In the heat of passion he peels me off of him and says. 
‘I have some more cocaine in the car. We will party later.’ 
I smile and then he’s gone and I am back at the party sitting on a sofa. I feel lost and confused. 
A policeman sits next to me, smiles and then put’s an arm around my shoulder. He shakes his head and I immediately know. 
‘He’s dead, isn’t he? That’s why you brought me here.’ 
I feel the warmth of a single teardrop slowly rolling over my cheek. 
I wake up sobbing, no tears, but full of genuine sorrow for the loss of my one and only dream man.


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Dream in her head

There once lived a girl, 
With a dream in her head.
She had a plan,
A goal,
A husband she would wed.
And as the years flew by,
And the girl grew up.
She realized how living a dream, 
Could be so tough.
And the girl tried and tried,
For the goals she could not achieve.
The plans she could not complete.
The husband she could not meet.
So the girl gave up on all of her dreams,
'Till one day a boy stitched up some seams.
They fell and love,
And soon got married.
And a few years later,
A child they carried.
Then the girl realized that her plans and her goals,
Were never met and were far too old.
So her husband helped her achieve her plans,
For he was kind and sweet a a civil man.
Once her goal were met and her family carried smiles,
She found that she lived a fine life, 
But still, 
Her dreams went on for miles and miles.


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MY FIRST BIRTHDAY CAKE

When I was 19 in the year 1978 my husband bought me
my first birthday cake ever.My babies were there and my
mother-n-law and all her kids.The cake was white frosting
and 19 pink roses they added 19 candles.

When they sang Happy birthday and the candles were lite
my husband said"oh my thats a big fire"and begin to laugh so hard
he lost his breath but soon was ok.At that moment I began 
to cry and then my husband said"hey why the tears".

I said"this is my first birthday cake ever" the love I felt that
day I'll never forget.He's bought me a birthday cake every
year since then.Thats why this is my happiest day of my life.
                            Teresa Skyles

Entered in Carol Brown's"THE HAPPIEST DAY OF MY LIFE"contest


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lurking to Lure

A successful man with a beautiful wife,
Three great kids, loves God and his life,
Goes into work every single day,
Loyal to his beliefs and makes an extraordinary pay,
He married real young, did the right thing,
A good looking man, always wearing his wedding ring,
But a woman in the office next door
Has been working late too and is looking to score,
She admires his rarity and is attracted to his charm,
Lately she has been asking for help on her assignments,
what’s the harm?
They have become friends and her luring begins,
This man doesn’t realize she has begun to infringe,
He has opened a door to the wrong kind,
While he's speaking his heart, she’s picking his mind,
Now instead of sharing his tension with his lovely mate,
He can’t wait to get to work and talk to her until late,
His wife can tell there’s been a shift in their communication,
She asks him if everything is alright with a slight hesitation,
But he quickly snaps back that he’s fine and just tired,
This happens all week and fights begin to transpire,
He begins to tell his venomous new pal,
She comforts him sweetly, she’s quite the gal,
Weeks later he comes to work stressed and depressed,
It happens to be the night she is wearing a silky black dress,
After going over a case accompanied with a few glasses of red wine,
Their relationship spirals into whats no longer benign,
In one evening everything this man has worked so hard for,
Vanishes, as his wife shows up with dinner 
and opens his office door.


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The Fist

Last winter it was
i clearly remember
ending of August 
beginning September

The kids were in bed 
when I heard you come in 
the stench of alcohol 
the clanging of tins

You came up the stairs 
trying to find me 
the dirt from your boots
covering the carpet 

I tried to hide in the closet 
holding my breath 
the thud of your step 
shaking the doors 

The doors rattled
becoming unhinged
the creak of the wood
making me nervous

We both know
whats about to happen 
the raise of your fist 
hitting my face


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Last One Loving...

I got a call, I am to report for military duty in the morning..
I reluctantly tell my wife as she was doing her usual cleaning.

She covers her face with her hands and begins to cry.
I gathered her in my arms and told her I would be back by her side.

Holding my wife, I drifted off on the couch, listening to music.
She was singing and humming quietly to the songs and their lyrics.

She tells me she understands and shows her love and support.
Morning finally came, and she drove me to the airport.

We exchange vows again, and I kiss her tenderly..
She whispers that she will remember this moment blithely.

She received his letters, read and cherished every one of them.
Thinking of the times they were together and the essence of him.

A month went by and she tried every possible way to find her soldier.
She closed her pocket filled eyes and prayed he was out of danger.

Three months passed by without word of his well being.
Trying to stay positive but, in her heart was a dreadful feeling.

She felt so oppressed and worried her hands were trembling.
She was weak and weary, her gait was somewhat stumbling.

She hasn't slept, it seems~since he left.
She takes some sleeping pills and takes a long deep breath.

Couple of days go by and he "rolls" through the doors.
He looked at her paleness and begins to feel remorse.

His thoughts start to torment, right or wrong, was now confusing..
Tears fall from his weary face, his mind is loosing…

She deserves better, he tries to reason with himself.
Reaching, he loads the contents~placing the box back on a shelf......


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                                         MY BEST FRIEND

               We were married in the summer of nineteen ninety-four,
               For better or worst and forever more.
               When we married I felt this is where my life begins, 
               That you and I would always be the very best of friends.
               We can over come any hard times again and again, 
               As long as we remember we vowed to be best friends.
               Through all the obstacles that have come our way, 
               We have learned to be thankful for every new day.
               Through this and through that,
               Through thick and through thin,
               I'll never forget I married my best friend. 


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Inappropriate Laughter

Our eighteen-year old daughter
Is lying comatose in the ICU
After a nearly fatal car crash.

My husband and I are driving to
A friend's house to leave ourve our
Thirteen-year old twins in her care
While I spend the day in the hospital

The road to the friend's house
Is at the top of a steep hill.
The road turns now this way, now that.

My husband keeps some cigars
on top of the dashboard.
As we clumb the hill,
Centrifugal force
Send the cigars sliding from side to side.

When the cigars slide my way,
My husband says, "Have a cigar." 
The cigars then slide back to his side
And I say "No, thanks, I just had one.
They slide towards me again and he says,
"Well, have another."

We dissolve into helpless laughter,
Realizing how insane we sound,
Driven there by the possibility
That our child could die.

To think about that,
Is more than we can bear.
So we wrap ourselves in laughter
As a balm against a possibility
We dare not contemplate.


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My Honey

When I look upon you in the morning
And your eyes are still in restful sleep
I know soon you will rise
And be working in our garden,
Yet I will feel you close to me.

When you are busy doing something 
You cherish, your happiness spills over.
The flowers know your tender touch,
And so do I.
Their happy little faces smile and bloom,
And so does mine.


*For I Love You Because...  Contest 
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri


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Hooked

He took almost everything he brought to 
Or ever bought in nine years 
It's hard to remember what is whose.  

He may have forgotten the cactus in the den 
	with its big pulpy stalk,
Was the first gift he sent me,
The one that fell on the receptionist at the office,
Leaking a white ooze from its injury,
And she a red one from hers,
	because he took it.  
And my birthday lamp, too.
He took it.

I'm liquidating what's left, 
and even though I love that maple table,
I'll have to let it go.
There won't be room in my smaller place.

I want to press my cheek against its cool shiny 
Smoothness and smell the wood one last time, 
But my daughter already feels guilty enough 
For the fight they had 
The final one, the reason she thinks he left.

So Goodbye, I say, to each piece of the puzzle,
Unraveling the years like so much yarn.
Stepping out now into uncertainty, 
I'm hoping the universe opens up to
Fill this void with something other
Than what I have filled it with too quickly in the past.

That's how they get you, you know
With that great wonderful hook.


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The Power of Love

The power of love holds the battleground. 
Nuclear blasts from sea to sea. 
Wait and you will see!
Begging, kicking, and screaming:
Pleading, “Give it to me”!
Standing on God’s ground, defended by the armor and shield melting.

The power of love holds the mystery.
Things are never as they seem.
Do the means meet the extremes?
Where, how, when was I?
Wondering if it was only a dream? 
Standing on God’s ground, defeated by the lock that obtains that key.

The power of love carries the only prayer.
Time to come and be done.
Soon you will be the one.
Dead, black, despair:
Hoping, will someone hear?
Standing on God’s ground, lost in the dream in which you begun.


®Registered: 1998   Ann Rich


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The Hurricane

The hurricane, so viscous, so violent!
Yes, it must rain.
This force is behind, 
This force beyond!
Yet, finally it came.
The winds, clever and dangerously rough,
Please measure this poll.
Dark clouds consume the heavenly skies, capturing ones soul.
With a love so hard, yet, a love much too cold!
Our world now spins, hopeless and out of control!
You are you and I am me,
Together, our climates capture and debate this Sea.
These winds are too strong, our sky so dark and dim.
Stricken with fear, too afraid to release what is deep within.
The storm is here, so grab onto your soul! 
Yet, beware! This one is fearless and this one we share.
Scream its name and it shall cry its love,
For it be you, far beyond the heavens above!
Hold your strength with a grip so tight,
That storm will surely break, so where’s your fight?
This hurricane can surely hold its own.
Our little world can and will be shown.
Our damage is as our damage does,
Surely this tiny world isn’t our just and only cause!
You hold that thought and forever we shall be,
True love bound and forbidden to set itself free,
Held within you and deep within me,
This love was meant forever, 
One day this you shall see!
This hurricane loves, yet, 
It wills to hate,
The forbidden fruit conquered by its very own fate.
Give your seeds, but stand your ground. 
Forever in this world!
For once we shall not be lost, but found.            

®Registered: Ann Rich 1997                                           


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You Are My Curse

I had to let it all go,
The day and night,
Their hours ran too slow.
It was more than just a fight.
I trusted you and knew you,
My love succumbed to the worst,
Faith and loyalty just wouldn’t do.
You became my curse.
 
I was pulled down to Earth’s plane,
And judgment did set in.
Then new days begin.
I stood parallel as many went insane.
My heart drenched and my soul crunched,
I couldn’t let my heart take this very much.
I died and I died losing each endless breath,
I swallowed the victory and ate your death.
 
You reaped and I sowed,
But I saw no one grow,
Not even you.
What was I to do?
I let it go very slow,
Now I am all grown,
And I’m on my own.
I died watching you go.
 
I will always remember begging mercy,
I will always know this pain,
You are my curse you see,
And nothing did you gain.
I can never just be alright,
I can never love you the same again.
I died watching you go out of sight.
You are my curse and forever in my heart you made an end.


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Friday

Always Friday has been
my favorite day;
not Saturday with
its frantic pace, 
or Sunday with Monday's 
anticipation, 
but Friday with 
Saturday's full potential
awaiting, like 
standing at the door 
of Westminister Abbey,
not having any idea 
what will lie on the
other side but
feeling it will be grand.
But when inside it is
too much, too complicated
with its high arching
ceilings, too high
to make out the fine details.

When you were away, 
Wanting you was wonderful,
imagining a chance meeting,
a close warmth behind me 
and I would turn and 
smell your heat
not touching but standing
so close my nipples swell and
stretch to you with longing.

But then you came back and
Watching you drink
and watching you sleep,
I knew there was something there
I didn't understand like the
fine details in the high arches
of the cathedral and my
Friday dreams were flattened
in the dull thud of Saturday's 
lost potential.


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Fallen Heroes

Fallen heroes of the past, 
present and future…

Let us not ever forget, those that
have given there lives for our
freedom and been there,
whenever they were needed…

Freedom does not come cheap,
and those who have given, there 
lives for us while protecting our 
freedom shall always be remembered…

We shall not forget, our fallen heroes!

By Sandra L. Hoban
©2004


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Us

Two in a room,
empty was the scene,
she stepped into my life,
soon to be in my haert,
as gentle as a beautiful dream,

in that room,
he walked into my life,
never did i think,
we would end up,
like we did,

and from simple hellos,
i felt the urge never
to utter the words goodbye
she showed light in the darkest night,
we started a conversation,
that lsted to this very day,

the word hello,
started it all,
the perfect conversation,
that i never wanted to end,
still goes on to this day,

yerned for more than just a taste
of the passion,
i saw buring in her eyes,
nights made friends into lovers,
two broken souls,
in need to repair,
within the warmth of passion,
we found plessure,
outside of despair,

the passion that was felt,
was stronger than anything ever felt,
within to just
feel his touch
to just taste his kiss,
within his eye's
i saw love
i saw tenderness,

that need to feel to grasp onto her,
let her taste that once bitter crinsome lips,
to the madness that is love,
we were freatful victems,
neither knowing what it is
to have love returned,
bittersweat dreams,
reflect the man,
i never knew i could be,

both never knowing,
what it felt like to be loved,

almost like it was a drea,
that we never wanted 
to be awaken from,

And to jagged heart,
form one solid bound,
i asked apon a ragged bedned knee,
she saw threw the flaws,
and still accepted me,

our hearts became one,
as he bent down on one knee,
and asked me to be his forever,
i looked in his wonderful eyes,
and said yes,  

our story is our life, 
strong is the bond
that hold us together,
as we grow as one,
this perfect union,
stronger than even the worst weather,
i feel the cold everytime
she says goodbye,
together forever,
no need to ever qeustion why,

we tell the story of our life,
how it all began,
with every passing day,
we grow stronger and stronger,
nothing can tear us a part,
if either has to say goodbye,
even if only for a minute,
both feel the emptyness,
we are together forever,
untill the end of  time.


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NOBODY (SHE'LL JUST SUFFER IN SILENCE)

Who do you think is going to be willing to make everything all right
once she finally has her mental breakdown?
Nobody... she'll just suffer in silence
Who do you think is going to be  willing to rock her back to sleep in the middle of
the night
whenever the frightful demons come around?
Nobody... she'll just suffer in silence

Sadly, she can't seem to count on her husband on being there for her these days
because it's late  nights when he enjoys his play
And she can't depend on their two kids
because they're both grown and have their own lives to live
she'll just suffer in silence

Who do you think is going to be willing to do the dirty dishes
as they continue to pile on up in the sink?
Nobody...she'll just have to do it all on her own
And who do you think is going to be willing to do the dirty laundry
and prepare a meal to eat?
Nobody... she'll just have to do it all on her own

Sadly, she can't seem to count on her husband on doing anything much these
days
because he's allowed so many distractions to get in the way
And she can't depend on their two kids
because they're always willing to receive but are never willing to give
she'll just suffer in silence

Who is going to be willing to take care of her once she gets herself down
and needs some tender, loving, care  of her own
Nobody... she'll just suffer in silence.


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JUST TELLING IT LIKE IT IS

So what's your excuse this time
for coming home late again?
I've been sitting here worried sick out of my mind
I want to know have you been out creeping?
Don't you dare give me that look!
You're not as innocent as you claim,
You should've been here at home hours ago from work!
but instead you're out having a good time with "Ms. Thing"!
Shh. Before you begin get your lies together
I don't want to hear any stammering and studdering,
I've stuck by your side through the worse kind of weather
and this is how you thank me!
I've been allowing you get by for quite a while now
when you come home late I've managed to not say a peep,
But I think it's high time that you tell it to me straight right now
we're going to settle things before we go to sleep.
You say you've be out with your friends
just hanging out and shooting the breeze,
But I've noticed that when you come back you don't have any more of your ends
you out spending like the bill don't need to get paid and we don't need to eat.
But it's not your friends that you be out with late at night
that's the same, tired story you always give me,
For quite some time my suspensions have been right
you've got another woman on the side other than me.
Tell me what on earth have I ever done to deserve such pain?
Tell me what on earth have I ever done to deserve such betrayl?
Things between us are never going to be the same
Just pack your bags and raise on up out of here!
You may think there's no way I can survive without you
because all of this time I've been so dependent of you,
With the help of God and my family I know I'll pull through
be gone! I no longer need you!
I'm just telling it like it is...


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Wonderless {Lamart C}

I don't mind if you're not beautiful to those who only look outside of you
that's the only part that humans realize before they really see you
but Im alive and know I know I took my time to know you inside and out
so Im wonderless and im finding out that your beautiful eyes are still out there
I'll feel alright when you say you feel the same
but how can we feel this way,living five hundred miles away?

Im dying out here by myself,do you care do you even hear my heart shatter
will you catch the pieces when they fall
and will I ever see you when I come back home 


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THE SUN IS GOING TO SHINE DOWN ON US ONE DAY

We may not have much money
but we are rich in love,
A lot of times our days may not seem all that sunny
but the Lord will bless the sun to one day come.
We may not can afford a whole lot of possessions
and we may not can afford name brand shoes or clothes,
Our happiness is not dictated by material possessions
neither by how fancy and grand is our home.
We may have to scrape and struggle hard just to survive
just to make the ends meet,
But we are rest assured that the Lord will provide
for us to have whatever we need.
There are days when our spirits may be low and frail
and all prospects seem hopeless and bleak,
We then remember the notion that God never gives us more than we can bare
things are not going to always seem hopeless and bleak.
Our strong faith is what lights our path along the way
in Him we have found a fortress and strength,
We believe strongly that the sunshine is going to shine down on us one day
just as long in God we continue to believe.


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UNTITLED

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


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Who's In Control as you Fuss and Fight

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


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The Might Of A Man...

The Strength of A Man
… is in His Eyes and Arms
And in His Harvest hands
… to Hope, Heal, or Harm

… Look into His Eyes and See The Storm
Will You Be Safe… in Sinew-Arms?
He Can Use His Hands to Help His Girl
But He’s Used This Strength to Harm The World…

The Power of A Man
Is in His Legs and Loins
In His Tongue to Command
And The Seed in His Groin

Every Woman On Earth, Has Felt Man’s Pulse
Or Pleasure – Pain…One Way or Another - Push!... Push!
Do What He Says, to Pull The Pressure
… He’s Pouring Passion, into His Pasture

The Force of A Man
Shows in His Face
The Way, He Walks or Stands
In The Human Race

He’s A Walking, Breathing, Forest-Fire
He’ll Burn You Up… with His Desire
See, The Way His Veins-Pop… Stands Out…
If A Tree  is Torn Down… Better ‘T I M B E R’ Shout !...

But The Might of A Man
Is in His Heart to Love;
And Mind, to Understand
The Higher Chamber Above…

With Spirit, Flesh, Blood, Bone
Might, Power, Force, Strength
… and A Woman, to Help Man Put On…
Some Breadth, Height, Depth and Width…

The Marvelous Might Of A Man


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HANGING ON A PRAYER

I have this strong urge to just walk away
but I cannot seem to do so,
Something in my heart is telling me that I should stay
and to just try and hold on.
The situation is getting much too thick and troubling
I am getting tired of always trying to make amends,
Often times I find myself asking
"How long can I continue to stand by my man?"
I knew all was not always going to be a bed of roses
we were going to have our share of ups and downs,
But it seems as though that here lately
all I have been doing is shedding more tears instead of smiles.
The few arguemetns I find are slowly wearing me down
I wish that they would just end rather quickly,
The few arguements that we have had always makes me feel so down
to the  point I become physically sick.
I am trying my best in hanging in there
but I am finding myself slowly losing my grasp,
I am just hanging on a prayer
for how long will our love really last?


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UNTITLED

Every time I would think about leaving you
a little vice would tell me to stay,
Giving me the will and strength in wanting to make it through
giving me the faith and belief of a brighter and better day.
Whenever times would seem to be getting too rough
my only instinct was wanting to flee,
And I would feel that I would have had enough
allowing so much of the pain to take over my being.
It would be during those times that I would softly hear
a comforting voice say to me:
"Be strong and hold on to his love which is so dear
keep the faith and continue to believe."
It would then be that little voice that would encourage me
to remain by your side until the very end,
I am then finally able to see
that a love like ours is much too good to end.


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UNTITLED

When she returned back from Chicago
she wasn't quite the same woman,
She returned having dark secrets of her own
secrets that she's not revealing.
Her husband was back in Alabama
having the time of his life,
It was though he'd forgotten
that he even had a wife.
The old ball and chain was finally gone
he felt so footloose and fancy free,
But he dreaded the day that she came back home
he'd wished that she'd once again leave.
People seem to think everything's okay between them
considering in public they're always showing affection,
But the people don't know the true story about them
on their part it's just merely acting.
She just don't know that while she was away
he was fooling around with his ex,
And over in their home the ex did stay
playing the role of good wifey for a minute.
What he don't know is that while in Chicago
she'd found the man of her dreams,
And pretty soon she's making plans of returning back to Chicago
just to be once again with the man of her dreams.
Apparently, they're both keeping dark secrets
that either one doesn't want to know,
Eventually, in due time there's going to be a revealing
and over will be the charade and show.


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The Provider

Donning his bright yellow rainslicker slow
For it was wet, cold, and wind did blow
That old slicker was a gift from an ol' employee
The other side looked like the Marlboro cowboye

The provider felt a strong sense of responsibility
So out into the elements and night he did go
Bills to pay and Christmas presents needed, so
Shoulders bent against the wind one more day

The job he faced again, struggling against 
Cost of inflationary trends, needs the job to end
Our deficeit getting higher, prices still rage
Elderly though he be, he loves his family


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UNTITLED

When she returned back from Chicago
she wasn't quite the same woman,
She returned having dark secrets of her own
secrets that she's not revealing.
Her husband was back in Alabama
having the time of his life,
It was though he'd forgotten
that he even had a wife.
The old ball and chain was finally gone
he felt so footloose and fancy free,
But he dreaded the day that she came back home
he'd wished that she'd once again leave.
People seem to think everything's okay between them
considering in public they're always showing affection,
But the people don't know the true story about them
on their part it's just merely acting.
She just don't know that while she was away
he was fooling around with his ex,
And over in their home the ex did stay
playing the role of good wifey for a minute.
What he don't know is that while in Chicago
she'd found the man of her dreams,
And pretty soon she's making plans of returning back to Chicago
just to be once again with the man of her dreams.
Apparently, they're both keeping dark secrets
that either one doesn't want to know,
Eventually, in due time there's going to be a revealing
and over will be the charade and show.


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Married Life

 
He comes home from work, tired and weary just needing to relax,
    When she starts fussing you don’t ever show you love me, catching all her 
flack. 
Honey he said I love you but I’m tired I had a hard day.
    She said at least you get out of the house that’s all I can say.
I don’t want to fight so won’t you please just leave me alone,
     She says maybe you’ll be happier when I pack up and out of your life I’ll be 
gone.
He knew he couldn’t win ,
    Not with the mood she was in.
So he said baby let me drink this one beer and I will shower and take you to town,
     She said well hurry up, the whole time glaring at him showing her frown.
To town they headed and he asked where she would like to go,
     How about lets take in a restaurant and later a show?
Where would you like to dine was his next reply?
     She looked at him and started to say something but instead began to cry.
She said it’s over you don’t love me so why do you pretend?
     What did I do he asked, I wasn’t trying to offend?
Just work and come home it’s always the same,
      While I sit home all alone just wondering what happened to loves flame.
She said I fix myself up nice in hopes that you might see.
      But you pay more attention to the television than you do to me.
She said it hurts and I think you’re a jerk.
      You put me second to things including your work.
Well he stops the car and gently wipes the tears from her eyes.
      And says I’m sorry please don’t cry.
Well they share a long embrace and he drives away looking now for a motel.
      And the rest of the story is personal not needing to tell.
          Goodnight All…..?


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"Still Confounded"

Understanding that a period of anger and rage need to be had, 
to allow her to vent her emotions and then regain her sense of self and
reality.
But is a prolonged period needed?
Is such a permitted tenure being abused?

Not wanting to give in I remain in a sense of unbudging callousness.
Only such a state will empower me agains the abuse of her warranted
anger.
Why can we no longer be amorists?  
Why have we been conformed to have no dialogue between us?

No normality of such a relationship has existed for some time.
Not since this relationship has been cultivated, have we experienced
the socially acceptable union...or even that had among our peers and
elders.
Partly due to my lack of experiecne and damaged conscious, many of our
problems can be charged to me.

But why, when something better is desired, is there no coupled effort? 

Nothing sought after on her part?  
Perplexed, I seek to dig within myself to alter my ways.
But still she does not appreciate any change.
She continues to have her magnifying glass over my head, only examining
my shortcomings.
Perturbed...Confounded I remain.


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"THIS IS WHO I'LL BE!!!"

This is who I'll be
The one who wipe away all your tears
The one who understands everything about you
The one who's there for good times and bad times
This is who I'll Be
Your very best friend,never turning my back on you
The one who will always love you
The one who will never ever stop loving you
This is who I'll be
The one with no unbroken promises
The one who keeps you completely satisfied
The one who makes all your wishes and dreams come true
This is who I'll be
The one who's faithful and true
The one who makes you smile without saying a word
The one you're always thinking of
This is who I'll be
The one that give you NO doubt when it comes to real love
The one who show you that you can love again
The one who treats you like a lady
This is who I'll be
The one that knows how to make love a forever lasting experience
The one who makes you feel very special
The one who's not about lies,drama or playing games
AND THE ONE WHO YOU WILL VERY PROUDLY SAY YES THAT'S MY MAN
NOW THAT'S EXACTLY WHO I'LL BE!!!"


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A Lady And A Girl


A fair lady wandered from 
the scent-less garden, leaving it with a weary 
heart; she took her breathe and left. The garden 
was cool of her and stayed fresh all day, but 
when she grew tired, she found not the rhythm
of which she might have been able to give.

A fair lady wandered from 
the scent-less garden, leaving it with a weary
heart; she took her breathe and left. Wherever, 
she looked for fun, ‘cos it moves her, yet 
the garden has no idea, how and when 
and where she should dwell.

In a place, somewhere in her mind, 
where her love got lost,
a girl chanced upon her, with a story
to tell: “In the olden days, Queen sneaked 
away, at night 
to swim the sea of fire. She fell in
 
And got tangled. Now, 
the prize 
which her King asked 
to set her free, 
from guilt, was a simple vow that she should always 
sharpen-- the King’s sword, whenever she went out”.


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You Hold Me Away

You hold me
You push me away
You hold me again
You say, "It will be ok"

You hold me
You push me away
You say to me, "Be yourself"
You knowingly molded me like clay

You hold me
You push me away
You say my thoughts are important
You don't believe in what I say

You hold me
You push me away
You say you'll never hurt me
You do in what you say

You hold me
You push me away
You say for better or worse
You use these words for play

You hold me
You push me away
You yell at me, "Get out!"
You beg me to stay

You hold me
You push me away
You say, "Go have fun"
You wait for me to stray

You hold me
You push me away
You say you trust me
Your jealous every day

You hold me
You push me away
You degrade me in front of the children
You control me from day to day

You hold me
You push me away
You insult everything about me
You got your wish last May

You hold me
You push me away
You hold me a little tighter
You know I'm slipping away

You hold me
You push me away
You held me too tight
Your price was too high for me to pay

You hold me
You push me away
I fear you
I can't stay

I will forgive you some day.

For my husband 1991-1995
Written 1997




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How Do They Sleep

Not a day goes by , my thoughts are not with you,
thinking maybe, someone will have the guts, and 
courage to say, "OK, I was wrong."
Daily our troops are killed, and  wounded so bad,
trying to start their life over, but it will never be what they had.
Is this a war for peace, or a war for oil, all I know for sure,
our tempers are ready to boil.  
Our leaders are backing up, when it comes to our troops,
but they don't have a problem sleeping, for what they do.
How many now have been killed in this war,
How many now will never walk,
How many now can't see their children,
How many now have been abandoned,
How many now have been burned,
How many now can't hold their wife,
How many now can't get help,
I think our country has done enough,
If they can't handle their problem,
well that's just tough.
Our troops, our money, our sacrifice,
something here is not right.
Their land, their oil, and they keep it all.
Somebody better open their eyes, and
then maybe explain to a mother, why her child had to die.




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Wounded soul

The news of tomorrow came today yet somehow i got lost along the way .
So i checked again and found my soul bleeding profainly from a gapeing hole.
Knowing  that this would be the end i tried to patch the hole by saveing a friend.
She opened the wound even deeper i never should have tried to keep her.
Resigned to my fate knowing it was much to late i let her go .
The bleeding stoped but the hole is still there i doubt that she even cares.


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The Night of the Genie

 

As he came staggering down the hall,
   Walking slowly hoping not to fall.
The taste of whiskey still on his breath,
   Hating himself wishing only for death.
What had turned his life this way?
   He used to be happy until that day.
He came home from work and found the note,
   It tore him to pieces the words she wrote.
I’m leaving you and I don’t know why,
   I’ve got to be free or I feel I will die.
Well that was all the note said,
   And he started shaking from those words he read.
What had he done he reasoned in his mind?
   All alone in this cold and dark house he felt betrayed and left behind.
To the liquor cabinet he drank his supper that night,
   Confused and mad and now wanting to fight.
But there was no one there but himself he was all alone.
   He cried out in anger this is the worst feeling I know I’ve ever known.
The old bottle cooed to him I’ll be your friend,
   I’ll stick with you till the biter end.
As he picked up that Genie and sloshed it around,
   And took another drink from this new friend he had found.
He drank so much he fell asleep on the floor,
   And upon awakening he couldn’t remember much about the night before.
He sat at his table with coffee in hand,
   Trying to clear his mind looking for answers to help him understand.
Well he thought to himself that what she had done was all wrong,
   But if she wasn’t happy with him then he reckoned she just didn’t belong.
That night of drunkenness may not have been right,
   But it sure took his mind off his problems that horrible night.


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True Love

  

We were so young when we first fell in love,
     Shot with Cupids arrow as he darted from above.
Just two silly kids who never knew this love would last.
     It brings such joy to sit and ponder on the past.
The good times were there along with the bad,
    But as I look back I only see the joy we both have had.
And would I do it over again I guess I would,
    Together as one as one we stood.
She speaks my thoughts before I can say a thing,
    She’s that little girl who wears my wedding ring.
As I look at her I start to feel a little sad,
     Knowing that our days together are fewer and that makes me feel a little bad.
It all comes to an end is what they say,
     So I just want to say how much I appreciate you and love you till the very last 
day.
And when that day comes I hope I’m chosen first,
    Cause without you my darling I know my heart would surely burst.
Hopefully we still have a ways to go,
    A little bit longer for our love to continue to grow.


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Domestic Abuse

  

What gives so called parents certain rights,
   A child is a gift from God not something you fight.
I’ve heard the excuse when I get drunk I just loose control,
   I say to you if you take your anger out on a child you have no soul.
A child has to have discipline I’ll be the first to agree.
   I’ll admit I’ve placed my child across my knee.
But I had enough sense to know when enough was enough.
   I wasn’t trying to prove something or trying to be tough.
My kids I love with all my heart,
    And they heard that nearly everyday from the start.
A man to me is not a man if he has to beat on his family if that’s his plan.
    And to the ladies out there I say to you walk away from this type of man.
They won’t change they don’t possess the desire,
    They’ve shorted out their overload wire.
Call the cops are do what you must, 
    There is help out there, there’s people you can trust.
The odds are less than one in a thousand he will ever change.
    Something is wrong with their mind they are deranged.
How many women and children have died from this form of abuse,
    Trying to break away just trying to get loose.
There is no clear cut answer just leave when you can.
     And no matter what never return to this type of man.


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When I Was Wrong

   
 She said the time has come there is no more,
    As she peeled off her ring and tossed it to the floor.
What did I ever see in you was her last reply,
    When I’m gone who are you going to have around just to make cry?
You never cared you were never there,
    And all your talk was just tons of hot air.
Yeah I remember when it used to feel so right,
    When you would hold me and cuddle all through the night.
But somewhere down the road it just came undone,
    Maybe I’m being selfish for wanting to be your only one.
I tried to please you the best that I could,
     But it got to the point that no matter what I did you made me feel that I was no 
good.
Enough is enough my heart can’t break anymore,
     We can never have it the way it was before.
This is the hardest thing that I’ve ever done,
    You’ve been the first and only one
I don’t think death can hold this much pain,
    The love I had for you has nearly driven me completely insane.
I never asked you or expected that much,
     Just some recognition and maybe a casual tender touch.
How long has it been since you placed your lips on mine?
     As she wiped away her tears she said I’ve given you all kinds of signs.
Well the only words that came to my mind is I’m sorry for being so blind.
     I said I know you are right I’m thoughtless as hell and so unkind.
But give me a chance don’t walk away,
     I want to make it better if you’ll only stay.
Well we held and we cuddled and it really felt good,
    And she was right certain things I took for granted and some I never 
understood.
footnote: This is just another poem I made up


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The Great Escape

      
As the old couple were placed in a nursing home the other day,
   They were placed in different rooms on separate floors so far away.
Their children thought it would be for the best,
    So they placed them there thinking they need the rest.
They had never been separated since the day they wed,
    Now they lay grief stricken in separate beds.
They cried out to the Lord to hear their cries,
     Neither wanted the loneliness neither could understand why.
They felt as though they had lost all dignity,
      No decisions could they make this to them was pure insanity.
They were not allowed to make decisions they were treated like children,
    Then a new light came into the old mans eyes and he managed to grin.
He said I’m breaking out of this joint just me and my wife.
       And we ain’t coming back if it means giving up our old lives.
He said I’ve treated my dogs better than you’re treated in here,
      He said I’m old but I’m still a man and I want my wife near.
He said I’d rather be shot like an animal than caged up in this coop.
     And I sure don’t need some little want to be nurse telling me it’s time to go 
p__p.
He found his wife and she looked like she’d aged ten years,
    As he held her and loved her he fought back the anger and tears.
He said we’re leaving right now and we’re going away.
     She said papa where will we go where will we stay?
He said I don’t know as he sat down on the foot of her bed,
     He said I need you with me as he hung down his old head.
She said if you want to leave I’ll stand by your side,
      So out they went as they had to sneak and hide.
Pajamas on him and a flannel nightgown on her was all that they wore,
     As they made their way out an unlocked side door.
Well they wandered around till they found a school ground .
     And he sat her on the merry-go- round and gently spun his love around.
There was a bench just a few feet away,
      That’s where they found them frozen in each others arms is what the papers 
say.
The paper had read two elderly runaways from local nursing home were found 
frozen to death,
      But a strange smile was frozen on their faces as they drew their last breaths.


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His Last Goodbye

 
His old hands knew life and its painful sting,
   They also had embraced love and the pleasures it brings.
They had been scarred battered and abused,
   They were what had provided his living and were thoroughly used.
They were callused and worn, 
    And scars showing places where they had been ripped and torn.
But they were also tender and kind and could show a gentle touch.
    When holding on to life’s treasures that he cherished so much.
But now they held something he knew he could not keep.
    As he clung to his beloved in her last moments before she reached out for 
eternal sleep.
As tears flowed down his leathery old face, 
   He held her tight in his last embrace.
Memories came flooding into his mind,
   As he thanked the Lord for letting him share this precious find.
He felt so lost in this moment of grief,
    He wanted to scream he needed relief.
He knew this day would someday appear,
    But he figured he would be the one lying here.
As he gathered himself up he said sweetie what am I going to do?
    As he patted her lifeless hand he said I’ll always love you.


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Memories Captured in a Song

 

An old song just came on over the radio, 
   And it took me back to a happy time so long, long ago.
I was young and so were you,
    Two foolish kids having fun and not knowing what to do.
Reaching new heights as our love we shared,
    Searching forbidden places as our excitement flared.
I never dreamed our love would last for forever more,
    As I think back on that night we spent together on that sandy shore.
An enchanting night as you gave yourself to me,
    That night was made to capture all our memories.
A short time later we became wed,
    A whirlwind romance that won’t last is what they said.
Nearly forty years have passed so I guess they were right,
    We haven’t reached eternity the love we pledged that summer night.
But you know it just made our love grow strong,
    As we fell in love listening to the words you said was our song.
You said that song must have been written for just you and me,
    It captured our love forever that night, Thanks for the memories!


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Untitled #4 / When his wife died

When his wife died after three months of marriage
the widower tried to fill the hole in his heart
with food, TV, cards, booze, Buddhism
but none could take her place
so instead
he put a hole in his head.


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The Last, Last Time

My words well rehearsed, you've heard
them before; this is the last time, don't
do this anymore.

Very apologetic, you ablidge my request,
until the next time, I am faced with your test.

Don't play with fire, or you may get burned,
one day the tables are going to turn.

Day after day you follow the path, but
every now and then, you deal with my wrath.

A constant battle is raging here, we really,
need to decide our futures dear.

This is the last, last time; what do we call this,
 maybe love is blind.


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Baby Got Rap

Late one night I went for a walk,
my husband and I, just had a fight,
really convinced, it was all his fault.

Out on the track, I was huffing around,
looking real weird in my night gown,
talking to myself, walking round, and round.

Two policemen were passing by,
I tried to explain the gown and all,
but on that radio, they made that call.

We have your wife, and she is going in,
you can sign her bond, and she can go then,
I knew that man was wearing a grin.

Downtown we went, with me in the back,
I screamed real loud, I left my purse at the track,
so they turned around, and took me back.

Finally we arrived at the station door,
I never had been in there before,
they put me in a cell with someone who snored.

Finally, my husband came to get me out,
I tried to tell him how it all came about,
but he just laughed, saying out loud, baby got a rap.

Not funny to me, but I'm glad he came,
those two police, thought I was insane,
but I did it to myself, I had no one to blame.

Now, I never go out by myself,
that night downtown, um, bad memories it left,
we laugh about it now, but then, miserable I felt.

The moral of my story is,
stay home.