I've heard the music a smile secretly sings
And the sudden thunder a teardrop brings
No beginning or ending round a golden wedding ring
Together love and time keep on turning
It takes but one breath to keep on living
When your dreams and sorrows become the same thing
Empty eyes open there for the forgiving
Then memories invade, night becomes morning
Like the ring we wear, no beginning or end
We search to see where this journey shall send
Apart we are halfed neither night or day
Where nothing can grow, shall it be that way?
I come looking to take your hand
We can no longer stay apart
This day I have forever planned
You have captured all of my heart
My darling I've longed for this day
Two of us together as one
In my heart I hope you will stay
Our hopes and dreams have just begun
Come take my hand darling please
For you are the light of my life
I say this while down on my knees
I would like you to be my wife
center>Flurries swayed on brocade of her white gown
'Twas Christmas eve...year twenty o' nine's frost nips;
A face gleamed as ribbons wrapped around
on spray of orchids clutched by fingertips.
She paced a walk along the chapel aisle,
Rhapsody of music hummed of new life
While he...ordained by fate, parted a smile
Exchanging oaths so warm, man to housewife.
The hallway roused with cheer and merriment
December groom held spouse for rounds of waltz
And best man huffed, “Jill , don’t nag for the rent ;
Sean, always laugh at her jokes with applause.”
Five moons after, a child with her back turned
Lifted wrappers from toy-bouquets, mid- air,
'Twas Christmas... their daughter's flushed grin confirmed
The past magic of wedded bliss; love’s flair!
As the Miami Beach sun was hot,
you said that I was lying in your spot.
You got my attention from that very first look.
Just one short glance was all it took.
You have many good things my wife hasn’t got.
I have determined Layla really doesn’t have a lot.
What a hasty and impetuous move I would make.
I realize now that marriage was a mistake.
In your trap you have ensnared me.
What a complete young woman I see!
Somehow, someway, I should get myself free.
I must break these bonds of matrimony.
How did I ever get stuck in a situation like this?
With you, I can have a lifetime of marital bliss.
I intend to follow you out to Minneapolis.
I will take this opportunity and seal it with a kiss.
Based on the 1972 film “The Heartbreak Kid”
You’re not adept at using words
But your body language can speak
Fluently of all that you feel
And expresses all that you seek
I know just from a simple look
It’s time to be at your command
Or if you want me to take control
To make you obey my demand
I feel in every single touch
Just what your heart’s trying to say
How you want to make love to me
With passion till night turns to day
And then there are those blessed times
When your arms are my protection
Or when you feel I’ve wandered off
They keep me in tight detention
When jealousy is burning hot
And you want me to heed the sign
Your arm tightens on my shoulder
And tells him, “Beware, She is MINE!”
And when you gently stroke my hair
Just before I drift off to sleep
Your fingers speak these very words:
“Your dreams in my heart I will keep.”
When I awake and see you smile
The mischief written on your face
I know that I can bring you joy
For I take you to that sweet place
When your full lips close over mine
I can sense that you are in need
So I guide you much like a child
To where you can hungrily feed
When you force your hands over mine
I know I need to surrender
I can see it there in your eyes
You want to claim not be tender
At those times when you turn your back
And you close up your face to me
I know I need to do penance
If your favor I wish to see
And though you don’t give me the words
That express your feelings so deep
Your body language speaks to me
In eloquence that makes me weep!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
My step-mom brought her stuff today.
It really made me mad.
She moved right in and changed the house.
She even changed my Dad.
She makes my bacon way too crisp.
She tries to fix my hair.
And when she shops for nail polish,
She buys enough to share.
To make it worse, she brought her cat
It hides beneath my bed.
And then she made me go with her
To a hill where we could sled.
My step-mom' isn't like me
and there are different rules,
But just between the two of us
My step-mom's kinda cool.
I pledge to love you all my life
no matter what may come
There's nothing you will face alone
our life has just begun
I open up my heart and soul
there's nothing hid from you
I'll always be there by your side
there's nothing we can't do
I give to you this precious gift
please take it from my hand
And now I'll give my solemn vow
and wear your wedding band
All Rights Reserved Jon Arno 2013
Who can un-travel the journey of love
of a thousand and one contradictions
of moments more - then less than enough
the weapon for a minds ammunition
for all get wounded in the unsought war
the plight of being shot by friendly fire
eye on the enemy while at the door
lie the unsuspecting repercussions of desire
Much like soldiers fully geared
suited with the warfare of Cupid
It's not just the suffering that we fear
but the suffering because we were stupid
There's more to marriage
than want of bliss, more than euphoric kiss
lest it leave you with no more than a vestige
one must weigh their hope with the risk
And so with cautious heart we trod
this road we cannot un-travel
and hope beyond hope there is a God
for loves journey is a fragile battle
It can crush and it can kill
or make all your dreams sublime
make no mistake this journeys uphill
but in the end you can only hope... it's was every bit worth the climb
He didn't see her tears
He didn't hear her sigh
He couldn't see the longing
That was burning in her eye
He didn't notice her
He didn't seem to care
She was slowly giving up
Dying in her despair
She just didn't know how
To make the embers blaze
She walked around in gloom
Her life an endless maze
But then…someone came by
A chivalrous kind knight
Who saw her real beauty
And took note of her plight
He tried his best to woo her
To fill up the empty space
He said, “Look in my eyes
See the reflection of your face.
You are altogether lovely
A goddess from another plane.”
She couldn't believe all this
Did he think she was insane?
But slowly her heart melted
She started to tingle inside
The joy shone from her face
It was hard from love to hide
Now she faced a dilemma
What was she supposed to do?
Leave the one she still loved
To grasp a love that’s new?
Dear Reader, to this fairy tale
We must find a happy end
For we have yet to see
If the knight is heaven sent
There are many simple truths
That are woven in this tale
But clearest of all is this:
Love unurtured is bound to fail.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
I'm as un-anal retentive as one can be
My wife's at the other end of the dial
Makes for interesting discussions at times
They sometimes last quite a while
Opposites attract, they say it's true
In our case it surely illustrates that fact
Must show restraint every damn day
For the sake of the dog and the cat
Dishwashers get loaded a certain way
Or armageddon will surely approach
All these years I've been loading it wrong
Really thought it was beyond reproach
There's others, surely too many to mention
Computer would run out of bytes
Be sure you marry an opposite personality
And enjoy all those rousing fights
I'm as un-anal retentive as one can be
My wife's at the other end of the scale
Perhaps another reason for such marital bliss
She's a female and I'm a male
© Jack Ellison 2013
Five years come and gone without your heart on the line.
Your voice has almost chased away all the sanity left in my brain.
Somehow you take up residence where there is a "no vacancy" sign.
It still fathoms me at how easy this all was for you to feign.
I am so tired of trying to understand all these childish notions.
True love is and always will be nothing more than a fairy tale.
I may have had better luck had I used Tarot cards and potions.
To grieve for our horrible marriage I shall wear the blackest veil.
It seems as if I was a wife, but you were never ready to do your part.
You can't have it both ways, either choose the wrong way or the right.
Why doesn't it feel wrong to you to toy with another person's heart?
A marriage takes work from each partner and I no longer wish to fight.
I thought this was forever and I loved you more than you'll ever know.
You turned the once warm feelings I had for you to hard stone.
I am no longer in love with you and I'm sorry I now have to let you go.
Sadly, as I always suspected I was in this marriage all alone.
HE LOVES ME, HE LOVES ME NOT
He loves me, he loves me not,
A childish game as girls we played.
But now we're older, girls no more,
A little older, a little greyed.
But still, we'd wonder in years gone by,
In earlier times, younger married years,
Raising children, too busy for each other,
Drifting far apart, thus shedding many tears.
Then the children left the nest,
And we came together once again.
The old familiarity's still there,
The love is back; we're friends.
He loves me.
© ELR 2013
Gat not much to say
But that all will pay
Both hubby and wifey
In the life race that
Dream not again
For the reality is
now a rain
Very cold to the skin
thickest cover to the
Together you are
Forever and ever,
so take a bow!
From us all
And walk with heads
Barakah and Sakinah
Flowing with you in a
Swim and dwell in it
And felicitate forever
Happy Married life!
A life free from strife!
If only the words “I love you”
each time they were sent
came from the sender’s heart
If only they were truly meant
If kisses and warm hugs
were more readily given
If we were more accepting
earth would be more like heaven
If only we could love others
as much as we love ourselves
Fewer partners would be rejected
and shoved back on the shelves
Children would feel more secure
grow up confident and strong
find their place in the world
knowing where they belong
Love is the sustainor of life
bringing well-being and health
well-spring of true happiness
a value greater than wealth
I know that God truly loves me
He gives hugs all the time
If only each person on earth
knew the Savior who is mine
Don't Look Under the Bed
- by Bob Atkinson
..........Oliver Goldsmith tells the story ....
out walking for his health
a man spied his friend of years on pathway
how "are you sir?" he asked with smile
"not well" the gent replied back, looked terrified
"... what happed sir to create this stir
you seem so stressed this day
do you feel under the weather
perhaps you should stand in shade? ..."
the man then told his story
one of dubious glory
had come home early yesterday
and found his wife not at her work
lying without on her bed
no stitch of clothes or hat on head
had looked down and seen some shoes
not his size, but a style he knew
looking further had seen his friend
under the bed with open hand
covering body parts unnamed
a context which him inflamed
"... hmmmm the first man perused
this situation's not so unusual
a fix of gross proportions
one of life's heartless distortions
the gent began to lament
how he's sending wife to mother
divorcing within the week
slapping her with lawyer on each cheek
his friend then held up hand to stop
this track of mind which he thought
not a path one should take
in this situation of disgrace
"friend," he said with saddened tone
"you have no witness on your own
just your word against your lover
should you really send her to her mother?
your word against her own
you'll alimony pay through the nose
and half your wealth will be disposed
to this woman of lover spoken
best never again look under her bed
when you come home you should slam
front door hard to make some noise
yell 'Honey I'm Home' loudly in bright tones"
thus, the gent saw sense in this
went home with smile to his sweetness
"Honey I'm home," he loudly declared upon entry
he never again looked under bed or pantry
Marriage has it's ups and it's downs
But it far exceeds the alternative
A lonely life without love and affection
Love's one of life's true superlatives
Some days we have heated discussions
That's how it was meant to be
Then she does something ever so sweet
And you forget why you disagreed
It isn't always going to be clear sailing
But if the bond is really strong
It's worth the struggles ten times a hundred
If you're lucky, it will end up lifelong
The male tendency is to play the field
But trust me, life's way too short
To become involved with a bunch of dodo
Probably means some time in court
Not sure the ladies will like my analogy
It's the lesser of two evils as they say
Oh boy, I think I may have done it this time
Must convince Cathie it's just a cliche
© Jack Ellison 2014
She sits in shame
Wrapped in soiled sheets
Where she recently loved
Against her inner greets
For her desire to be loved
Drew her away from her bond
To be with her lover
Whom to her, responds
No longer captured
In a marriage of cold
Her empty soul, sold
As she sits and ponders
Her tomorrow life
Breaking her marriage vows
And who made her his wife
She no longer sits in shame
For a decision she's made
If she stayed with her vows
In this life she would fade
Her closed door has reopened
Now loved and adored
No longer cold and discarded
Her heart restored
I am having an outer space party and you are being invited
The nuptials will take place on the International Space Station
And I am sending you a VIP pass, signed sealed and delivered
Yes I’ve enlisted you for training are you ready for the mission?
Of course it’s going to be an ultimate love trip for Jerry & I
We have invited George and Loretta and a few big billionaires
I trust you’ll land the rocket plane easy as Granny’s apple pie
You’ll get to navigate a ship it's rocket science from the chair
Don’t forget to mark the date, and bring a friend or two
We’ll serve caviar and sweet ragout in sauce of deli-shine
We'll float in space in underwear and frock n tit moo moos
We’ll get hitched,like Maxwell Smart and Agent ninety nine
July 21, 2014
The constant chatter from his nagging wife
Was driving him insane
She wouldn't let him have his space
To watch the football game
Marvelous around the house
She was so domesticated
But when Sunday rolled around
She left him feeling aggravated
This was a man with morals
He would never lift his hand
Sometimes he would raise his voice
Hoping she would understand
It was not deliberately
Her intentions were good
She was simply trying to show him love
In the best way she could
A woman misunderstood
There, life and peace do not erode.
Beautiful Garden of Eden
Then came the lies; passions explode!
Making love without abandon.
That place where knowledge grows on trees.
And fruits ooze juices sweet, alive.
Exotic scents waft in the breeze.
Quiet whispers watch loves' contrive.
Daily talks remember God.
His visits there, often and sure.
Two walked amid the goldenrod.
Together in innocence pure.
Ecstasy brought many downfalls.
Passions unfetter for all time.
That ancient place, my dream enthralls.
Make love to me there, sweet sublime.
Come, my knight in shining armor
Whisk me away; oh, ancient past.
Flaming angels and gifts of myrrh
Await honor and faith to last.
Take me to celestial glory
Forever to be in your arms.
Together, we on bended knee,
Loving forever, free from harms.
November 24, 2014
Written for poetry soup Member Contest: Make Love To Me In That Ancient Place
Sponsor Justin Bordner
Watching mundane seconds tick away
Linked together they form passing years
This flimsy chain around my neck does not betray
Nor can my stinging eyes squeeze back the tears
Dreams begin to float out of my reach
Tormented by what makes me so distressed
Losing many of my hopes I feel besieged
Yet still reflecting on the way my life is blessed
The silence puzzles me and pierces with its thunder
The foundation bucks the shaking of its core
What God has joined together no man puts asunder
The waves are beating hard upon our shores
Weary eyes look towards damp clouds and search for light
Desperate to feel some warmth deep within my bones
Will its brilliant glow supplant the bluish night
Giving a sneak peek into the great unknown
Chasing those rainbows now seems like wasted time
The pot of gold was a seductive ruse of lead
Perhaps we were just lonely partners in crime
Caught up in reveries we thought surely lied ahead
Waiting for the stars to fall into my hands
To turn this to profound from the surreal
Nobody but the stars can understand
That I’ll fall victim to my poor Achilles heel