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The Wedding Ring

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?

©Donna Jones

Copyright © Donna Jones | Year Posted 2013

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PAST MAGIC OF CHRISTMAS


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!







Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2014

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The 90s

I somehow missed the nineties
As far as pop culture was concerned
I spent a lot of it overseas
Watching as the Balkans burned

I had learned Russian for the Army
But the Russian Bear was no longer wild
About the time they reunited Germany
I gained a brand new wife and child

With the fall of the Soviet Union
I thought the world might finely be sane
Then I cross trained into Serbo-Croatian
As Yugoslavia went up in flame

The Army was not a free ride
I did several deployment rotations
Monitoring war crimes like genocide
Or in Macedonia with the United Nations

The nineties ended quietly
At least from what I remember
I was focused then on family
Until that fatal 11 September

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2015

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Step-Mom

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.

Copyright © Rachel Kovacs | Year Posted 2014

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Don't Look Under the Bed

 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

Copyright © Bob Atkinson | Year Posted 2014

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An ode: To a sister about to wed

Now, before my sister 
feels cheated
I have to drop for her 
some lines belated!
You are his honourable 
TQ
The reason he left the 
others on the queue!

As into matrimony you 
go,
Peace and subtlety you 
go with I know!
You are his honourable 
TQ
The reason he left the 
others on the queue!

The things that make 
him in you happy
I pray will not by HIS 
grace become flappy!
You are his honourable 
TQ
The reason he left the 
others on the queue!

Your best behaviours 
and religion
Made him stay by you 
far like a legion!
You are his honourable 
TQ
The reason he left the 
others on the queue!

Celestially destined you 
are for him
Terestrially forever 
you will be with him!
You are his honourable 
TQ
The reason he left the 
others on the queue!

Space and time again 
will hamper I
So, I have to stop with 
a teary eye!
You are his honourable 
TQ
The reason he left the 
others on the queue!

Barakah and Sakinah to 
him you shall be
Aljanat, not hell to you, 
he shall be!
You are his honourable 
TQ
The reason he left the 
others on the queue!

Copyright © Adesina Idris Dolapo | Year Posted 2012

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THE VOW -- MARRIAGE



(Dedication: For Ann, with love.)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~



Here for a lifetime finds
A union to fulfill: 
Flesh of soul, heart and mind
Abide in love's appeal.


I remember that day
When love entered my heart:
A very special ray
Of faith and hope forged art.


Then step by step by step
A gift of loving times:
Of hopes and dreams we mapped,
Lived all seasons and rhymes.


From that "I Do" instance
We made a life from scratch:
Our wedded persistence
A lovely journey match.


I remember that vow
To love and cherish you:
My love still sings right now
A deeper love for you.


Through ups and downs we lived
Each to each a pillar:
Shared troubles, pain and grief,
Lovely grace our altar.


I remember the church
Where sacred vows were shared:
Where our two hearts were merged
When lasting loves were paired.


We promised to be true
In a lifetime of change:
One life of me and you
In surge of new and strange.


The way and path and hues
Gave us a lifetime here:
Each day a poise to cue
With love enough for cheer.


Nothing can take away
The lifetime spent with you:
Thank God for each new day
With a blessing like you.


I remember those days
When we were young and bright:
A time when spring brought play,
Feel now autumnal light.


Change has brought times most strange
As the world spins around:
Yet our love will not change
When our mortal fate grounds.


Since year '72,
We've journeyed together:
Years stretched pass 42
As lovely miles render.


As seasons briskly change
Dawn follows that swift course:
Day comes to terms with range,
Dusk attends night's sure cause.


Each day a gift of light
To be, to see, to feel:
True love is our delight
To live, to share, to heal.


Still face to face we smile
Each to each most lovely:
Feel gladness in sure style
As moments hurl easy.


The moments on the wind
Where lovers dance and sing:
We sense waves once unseen
As passion finds sure spring.


My darling dearest Ann,
You are my soul's sure friend:
The way life ever blends
For now from way back when.


I look to you my love
For precious moments here:
Our quest is from above
From realms of loving spheres!


Thank you for poise and grace
That makes each day a joy:
Your countenance I face
Beyond time's fickle ploys.


Our time on earth is brief
For too soon the ending:
True love can survive grief
To glimpse everlasting.


Death brings a new country
Beyond our hurts and pains:
True love claims a bounty,
Eternal touch laid plain.




Leon Enriquez
14 February 2015
Singapore

Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2015

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I Have To Get Myself Free

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”

Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2013

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Your Body Language Speaks

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

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013

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The Reckoning

	
			

Part I: Wife to Husband


You never pay me any mind.
I'm sick of this. You hear me?
If you don't find me interesting, 
perhaps you'd better fear me.

The "choc'late" in that cake you ate
Is laxative, I swear it!
So please don't take the rest to work.
Someone might want to share it.

I plan to see my boyfriends soon. 
We always have such fun. 
We're gonna have a good old time,
so soon I've got to run.

Your boss asked when you're coming in.
I told him you said "Never."
I plan to have your brakelines cut,
so take the bus forever.

I've emptied all the bank accounts,
So please don't write a check.
I've boobytrapped the yard; I hope
You fall and break your neck.

Hey, you! Look up. Acknowledge me,
You blank-eyed, drooling jerk!

Part 2: Oblivious Husband's Response

I'm really late. Just coffee, dear.
I've got to get to work.


May 28, 2016

for Poet Destroyer A's "Desperate Housewife" Contest













Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2015

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HE LOVES ME, HE LOVES ME NOT

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

Copyright © Miss Wattle | Year Posted 2013

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The Joys Of Married Life



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

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2014

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History of our love

You tried to hide from me at the start.
You didn't know me or my heart.
You couldn't trust any man at all.
I broke down your walls, and you started to fall.

I saw in your eyes that you needed someone,
but only someone you could trust.
I knew that I could be that someone,
and your heart I gradually won.

Our life started, on that special day,
In a time and place so far away.
We promised each other before God and man,
to stick together forever, was our plan.

And now I can say, at the end of the day,
Even tho troubles have come our way,
That my love is stronger now than at the start.
And you will always have my heart.


March 11,2015  Revised October 24,2015

Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2015

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Worth the climb

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

Copyright © Sarai Romani | Year Posted 2014

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I Thee Wed

Bouquet bride on a smitten horse,
Chocolate doubts and pastel thoughts.
Twister of love wails and hums,
Something wedding this way comes.

Envy ripples from jade reflections,
Last call for last chance objections.
Silenced by their kindred vows,
A shield of trust subdues the crowd.

Safe in a sleek four-wheeled cocoon,
Speedy whoosh travel and floral scent swoon.
Observing with steady, wanting eyes,
Soft, supple breasts and baby-white thighs.

Husband squared and maleness pumping,
Tender beastie rhythm thumping.
Chosen master of my flowing, blooming heart,
Future father giver with a fluid mix to start.

On that night of seven-course passion,
Wanting him more than you can fashion.
Holding her after you explode with release,
On that bed of wedding grease.

Oh, what a marriage we will be,
Running like twins through a mystery.
Memories gaining, curious, diverse,
From a twisted pair of hearts in verse.

Bouquet bride on a smitten horse,
Chocolate doubts and pastel thoughts.
Twister of love wails and hums,
Something wedding this way comes.

Copyright © Tom Arnone | Year Posted 2016

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Anal Retentive Meets Slob



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

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013

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Ode to My Wife's Butt

A true vision of loveliness, wiggle-bouncing down the street
Just the sight at times incites a spontaneous victory dance
Particularly when it’s in tight bike shorts perched upon a seat
And I don’t forget the way it flatters your yoga pants

It’s been with us through all our days, even on vacation
And I don’t mean to sound like a total jerk
But truly, it’s my primary source of motivation
Without it I’m not sure that I’d bother going to work

And oh, this is how I feel from the depths of my heart:
Don’t underestimate the marital benefit of your curves
There were times your backside was the only part 
Of you that wasn’t totally getting on my nerves 

So hold not contempt for my love of your flavor
That bubblicious booty squish-ous wifeberry deluxe
There are times it was an outright marriage saver
Some may try to deny it, but they’re ignorant schmucks

I’m sure there are shallow things that you love about me
Though saying them out loud is probably taboo
Something that you lean on when I drive you up a tree
Just ‘cuz it’s superficial doesn’t mean it’s not true

© 7/21/16
Endorphin Junkie

Copyright © Endorphin Junkie | Year Posted 2016

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A Nook And A Storybook

Since early childhood storybooks of armored knights
riding beautiful horses held my fascination,
had I lived in that era of adventurous delights 
I would have joined them to get the same admiration.

It's the unknown the story of a knight
who met a peasant girl of ardent creed
in some unpleasant times of war and fright;
it's such a great story for us to read.
   
Alex de Roux was the Norman commander:
handsome and strong; his curly long hair was red,
his eyes were of soft blue, and his skin was fair
he was sent to Abella to conquer its land.
 
And riding on his white horse one afternoon 
he spotted a beautiful girl picking apples,
she had the features that made a soldier swoon:
big green eyes, long black hair and supple red lips.
   
Alex said something in Frankish expecting a response,
Silva looked at him and bowed if he were a seraphim, 
" No, I am a very humble knight, not a king, please rise! "
She did not quite understand the language, but obeyed him.
 
He pointed out to the stately castle on the distant hill,
" Look, that's my second home, I have built a sturdy fortress."
some profound words he spoke expressing his benevolent will,  
" I like to marry you soon and have ten children or less."

Silva tried to catch the meaning of every sentence,
and Alex replied by stretching out his two wide palms,
counting each single finger with extreme confidence... 
then approaching her, he got lost in those pretty eyes.


Written on 4/23/2016  
  

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016

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If Only

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







Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014

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Goodbye, Hello

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.

Copyright © Aleera Canino | Year Posted 2009

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Enough


			This is the cautionary tale
			of Jerry and his wife,
			of how nitpicking through the years
			resulted in great strife.

			A few examples should make clear
			what led to an attack,
			what one day made sweet Susie snap,
			seize weapon, and then--SMACK!

			***********************

			"Hot water heater," Susie said,
			and Jerry said "Drop 'hot'!
			If water's hot, does it need heating,
			my dear? No, it does not."	

			When Susie pled, "Please fix these things,"
			smart Jerry would comply,
			but first he'd say, "These 'things' have names.
			You'd learn them if you'd try."

			"Where you at?" (They're on the phone.)
			"Drop 'at.'  I am at work."
			 She fought the urge to scream at him, 
			"You really are a jerk!"

			His birthday card said, "Your the best!"
			He mentioned her mistake:
			"I like the card, but 'your' is wrong.
			Now--where's my birthday cake?"

			Enough! She whacked him. "Drop that stick!
			Oh, man! My head is sore!"
			She growled, "Be more precise, my dear.
			It was a two-by-four!"

April 9, 2016




Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2016

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Write the End to This Fairy Tale

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

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013

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Queen

I have had plenty of relationships that have resulted in my heart being ripped out and thrown on the floor.
But being the hopeless romantic I am I will always crave more.
Crave more LOVE than LUST while suppressing my desires.
Your eyes tell me you want me, but it means nothing if your heart isn't on fire.
I want to grow old with a man who accepts everything about me.
One who can look me in the eyes and know he has no reason to doubt me.
Almost every guy I have met has tried to have sex so what you want is nothing new
But at this point in my life all I want is a man I can sit back with forever and enjoy the view.
I understand and respect your opinion of the situation at hand.
No matter how much my body craves you, the only one who will get this is the one I can officially call my man.
In the end I am merely a lonely loyal Queen looking for a King to share my world with and forever reign.
Take it or leave it, but my feelings about it will remain the same.

Copyright © Christina Hons | Year Posted 2015

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Congrats: A Wedding Greeting

Gat not much to say
But that all will pay
Both hubby and wifey
In the life race that 
is pacey.

Dream not again
For the reality is 
now a rain
Very cold to the skin
Shredding the 
thickest cover to the 
thin.

Together you are 
now
Forever and ever, 
so take a bow!
From us all
And walk with heads 
tall!

Barakah and Sakinah 
I see
Flowing with you in a 
sea
Swim and dwell in it
And felicitate forever 
with it!

Happy Married life!
A life free from strife!

Copyright © Adesina Idris Dolapo | Year Posted 2012

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Make Love to me in the Garden of Eden

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

Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2014

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Supermoon Eclipse

(Blood Moon)

Fulsome Cynthia languishes  for her nightly rendezvous'
Besmeared in bloody red she stands before sun god 
Glowingly glides towards Endymion to  solemnise their vows
While his mother earth's shadow eclipses their union from star gazers


October 1, 2015
Contest: Supermoon Eclipse
Sponsor: Eve Roper

Copyright © Balveen Cheema | Year Posted 2015

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Achilles Abides

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

Copyright © Tess Norton | Year Posted 2014

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The Ballad of Billy and Sue

        Our sentimental classics give us romances of old.    
        Please listen now as I recite the classic plot retold.

	The Ballad of Billy and Sue

        It all began some years ago
        Before they'd even met.
        When Dad and Dad shook business hands,
        Their destiny was set.

        Through school and college, each heard preached,
        "I'm growing tired and old.
        We welcome sharp young minds like yours
        With ideas fresh and bold."

        The years brought long, demanding days
        And signatures in pairs.
        They met, through work, the same success
        And matching joys and cares.

        For two to be so much alike
        Is really very rare.
        Their daddies said they fell in love,
        But they seemed unaware!

        Then all around--friends, family,
        Associates--gushed, "Oh, yes!
        They truly are a perfect pair."
        They even pleased the press.

        And so the groom and blushing bride
        Were soon to take their place.
        They went to church and said their vows
        In tux and virgin's lace.

        For kindred souls to separate
        would be a horrid blunder.
        What wealth and daddies' power have joined
        let not man put asunder!

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Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2016

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Perceptions


                A couple sips a second cup,
                discussing how the day should go.
                A quick look out the window brings
                some words of joy, some sighs of woe.

                She sees a chance for gardening,
                to work outside the whole day through.
                Sunshine, blue skies--how heavenly!
                She can't resist the springtime view.

                He sees how tall the grass has grown
                and dreads the lengthy chore ahead.
                He'll mow the grass for hours on end,
                clean up, and fall right into bed.

                Days later window views reveal
                gray skies. She's glad because she knows
                their garden needs a long slow rain.
                "It rains" he says; "soon yard man mows!"

                A wintry morning they look out
                and see white swirling drifts of flakes.
                She says, "Oh, what an awesome sight."
                He groans, "Oh, what a mess it makes!"

                As they drive by the Peaceful Rest,
                She says, "Should we be buried there?
                It's really lovely." He replies,
                "Since we'll be dead, why should we care?"


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Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2016

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True Love

So many things in body / soul
are empty, undefined -
but read this poem carefully,
and answers you may find.

The knowledge of the Love of God,
comes through in loving stages -
so see if you can find a clue -
within this couple's ages...

.......

The couple faced each other close,
while standing toe to toe.
The clear new day was very young.
They had no place to go.

His right hand held her left hand and,
His left hand held her right.
He slid a daisy through her hair.
She was a pretty sight.

The springtime breezes did not quell
the sun's most warmest rays.
As ocean waves kept rolling in,
they held the longest gaze.

Her face was like a sunshine's glow.
Her toes sank in the sand.
Her hair flipped in the open breeze.
Her fingers squeezed his hand.

Some folks had paused and stared a bit
when softly came the kiss -
but never would a moment pass,
a moment quite like this.

And with these two, that special time
would never go away -
for faithful is that one true love.
There is no better way.

So scenic was the sandy beach,
so beautiful, the pair -
yet only God creates true love
that I saw perfect there.

.......

Now just in case you're wondering,
what ages they could be...
Well, she's but two years younger than
his age of eighty-three.

So if assumptions, you had made -
in story told above -
you may have also missed the mark,
of true Agape Love.

Therefore, question all the writings,
discovered here and there,
that often miss the God of Love -
the hearer of each prayer.

And don't have shallow notions or,
wear blinders to 'believe' -
or come to some conclusion that
some well-known 'experts' weave.

Sometimes we think we know it all,
when all the facts we weigh -
but we do not create the God
who loves us every day.

©2011 louis gander / ganderpoems.org

Copyright © louis gander | Year Posted 2016