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Wife Villanelle Poems | Villanelle Poems About Wife

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Honey, I Love You!

Honey, I love you! And what I say is damn true
I swear, cross my heart and hope to die, if, I lie
O can’t you feel, I really wanted to be with you

You’re that someone that I want to share my stew
Come home, let’s fulfill our dreams, and don’t cry
Honey, I love you! And what I say is damn true

I float, like clouds in the sky each time I touch you
‘Cos of tingling shocks and warmness of your pie
O can’t you feel, I really wanted to be with you

I miss your love, your caring and your sensual view
The sweet kisses too, you’re giving every time I fly
Honey, I love you! And what I say is damn true 

Wish you believe my words, even if you’ve no clue
For I know no more how to prove that I did not lie
O can’t you feel, I really wanted to be with you

Listen to your heart and not to a dreadful gossip
Twirling like migraine, that’s why you can’t sleep
Honey, I love you! And what I say is damn true
O can’t you feel, I really wanted to be with you 







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To Rick, A Flicker

To Rick, A Flicker

1.
It was  
simple, really,  
just breakfast:

a conglomeration of fruit,
food, or flies up top.
It was

The talking to you,
just food, or flies up top
just breakfast

those memories,  
I missed your hand.
It was

me, not knowing 
whether to have melons.
Just breakfast,

and here I am drinking root beer,
with pineapple, for dessert. 
It was

so near, 
you were so near, ooh,
just breakfast

and yet and yet. It's as if
it'd never happen. When
It was 

a darn itlog, but yours. Final.
and when. Love, how can I?
just breakfast.

2.
I notice browned
soy milk, who was
		It was 

 
you, drinking, and 
your wife, merely	
		just breakfast.


the man laughs while
she kicks his shin
		It was


talk they're having
i'm sick, here, with
		just breakfast


your kids, i'm them,
same boy's toys, round
		It was


clear to me, play
to me, you were
		just breakfast


so who drank milk,
you noticed her? 
		It was--


I loved her though
since she was ours--
		just breakfast


time, just breakfast 
time, her shape heals
		It was


ridicule, mad
to have her there,
		It was
just breakfast.


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Our Twenty-Nine

Our Twenty-Nine
©2012 C. Brent Cloyd

You have been my darling for twenty-nine
Traveling state to state, place to place
My partner, my lover, my valentine.

We’ve had and held on in good times or bad
We’re not rich, nor poor, but our house is full
You have been my darling for twenty-nine.

You brought forth three children into our home
Two have moved away, one remains with us
My partner, my lover, my valentine.

Daring to believe we pursued the wind
We chased dreams, some saw light and some faded 
You have been my darling for twenty-nine.

Faith, hope, love, and adventure paved our path
The call to service has been our highway
My partner, my lover, my valentine.

We have known joy and we have known sorrow
But our journey has brought satisfaction
You have been my darling for twenty-nine
My partner, my lover, my valentine.


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Gave I My Wife

Gave I my wife a gentle hug,
on her cheek placed a little peck.
Frankly she had rather have a rug.

Persisted I the hole be deeper dug
and kissed her on the neck.
Gave I my wife a gentle hug.

She asked me then, “see that bug”
and squished it under foot.
Frankly she had rather have a rug.

Maybe I misunderstood the tug,
thought I felt in heat of passion.
Gave I my wife a gentle hug.

Shook her head, mop she drug.
Cleaned up the squish, sadly said;
"frankly she had rather have a rug"

“Get out of here you ugly mug”.
Said with smile artificially smug.
Gave I my wife a gentle hug.
Frankly she had rather have a rug.

© Jun 06 2010 for Dr. Mehta's Villanelle contest




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LOST AND FOUND

To lose one’s faith is such a great disaster.
Life falls apart, disintegrates, and dies.
Climb back again. We have an amazing Master.

A man I know lost faith, and his life’s design.
He gave up hope, and took to pity’s resign.
To lose one’s faith is such a great disaster.

He broke a heart, a marriage, and kept the kids
But shredded them too, for lack of vision’s skids.
Climb back again.  We have and amazing Master.

His wife forgot her passion for truth’s wild fire,
And wandered, lost, into world’s framed by desire.
To lose one’s faith is such a great disaster.

But God was on her case.  He never left her,
And brought her longing heart within His spur.
She climbed back again to her amazing Master.

The tale goes on, for the children need to know
Why father’s fall had made them suffer so, 
Why losing faith is such a great disaster.
Climb back again.  We’ve such an amazing Master.


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Retort from Inside the Eggshell

I winced disenchantment whenever you fell
Through countless absurdities I held my tongue
While you courted your daydreams from hell.

I mastered the rules willing all to be well
As you blitzed career ladders splintering each rung
I winced disenchantment whenever you fell.

I laid low, so fierce your desire to excel
Your mint julep put-downs like scorpions stung
While you courted your daydreams from hell.

I wallowed in patience, don’t ask and don’t tell
I begged your repentance where hope’s crosses hung
I winced disenchantment whenever you fell.

A childishly reckless, indulged Southern Belle 
Your frivolous insults so flippantly flung
While you courted your daydreams from hell.

For years poise and wit lulled me lame with their spell
I yearned for the charmed days when love’s fruits first sprung
But your mind’s locked up tight in a bright padded cell
I winced disenchantment whenever you fell
While you courted your daydreams from hell.


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Dancing On Eggshells

I danced on eggshells year after year
‘Til all that remained was sand
Still you wonder how we ever got here.

Paths strewn with landmines, shrapnel and fear
You won't hold me or reach for my hand
I danced on eggshells year after year

Emotional cruise control set in fifth gear
So sure of your map of the land
Still you wonder how we ever got here

“You don’t really feel, think or be that way, dear”
My smolder threatened flames when you fanned
I danced on eggshells year after year.

Protestations of reverence belied by your sneer
While insisting that all was just grand
Still you wonder how we ever got here.

For too long preachy voices were all I could hear
Divorce seals your fate as one damned
But my soul starved of love groaned and sighed my mind clear
I danced on eggshells year after year
Still you wonder how we ever got here.


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Husband Yet She Knew Him Not

Villanelle – Husband yet She Knew Him Not


Husband yet she knew him not
Life was just a living hell
Their wedding vows he had forgot

He loved a little, she loved a lot
His heart was just an empty shell
Husband yet she knew him not

He did not take rejection well
The physical abuse he would not stop
Their wedding vows he had forgot

No bed for him, he got the cot
Divorce attorneys she did tell
Husband yet she knew him not

Peeved abuser began to plot
Although his ruthless efforts failed
Their wedding vows he had forgot

Life with him she tried to blot
He went to jail, no chance of bail
Husband yet she knew him not
Their wedding vows he had forgot