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My Tears

My love for you is magnified
By the curvature of my tears
I'm lost within the corridors
Of my loving you all these years

My tears are not filled with sadness
They are permeated with joy
You have helped me become a man
Who's connected to inner boy

Within the chambers of my heart
My true self has now been revealed
When you live beside an angel
There is nothing that can't be healed

I dance within our memories
Anticipate the ones to come
You're the source of my happy tears
I don't regret a single one

For Flo's "Sing to My Heart Contest"

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2014

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Send me back home where I truly belong
Cut the chains dear, please let me depart
Why does your brain keep replaying our song?
Let my melody drift to your heart

Making me haunt you is very unkind
I'm no ghost dear, please grant my parole
Why bottle me up inside of your mind?
Set me free to go dwell in your soul

Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2013

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The Owl and the PusyCat Sail

Together the Owl and the PusyCat were married
Then again sailed out over the deep blue seas
Searching forever for the great Land of Nod,
To the place where they could find true peace.
True peace, true peace… Where they could find true peace.

The love that twined forever within their hearts
They sought throughout all the wonderous lands
Going to the place where they would live in peace,
A place where true peace, rules and lives in the hearts of the land.
The land, the land… Where true peace lives in the heart of the land.

Alas, the love of the heart, though truly not easy to find…
Is easier to find than the love of peace, found throughout the land.
So it’s said they will continue to sail, until that day comes true,
And when they land for the final time, will be up to me and you.
Me and you, me and you… That day will be up to me and you.

Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2012

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Beyond Salvage

An old herbal gard’ner turned bard
dedicated and well-versed
now works his pen from his backyard
in plants and poems immersed.

His choice nouns engender meaning
cleverly minted with scents.
Rare verbs gingerly gleaning
from time’s savory essence.

Somewhat focused on composing
but nettled by a drizzle;
unexpected down-hosing
causes his brain to fizzle.

Lo! His inspiration now gone
like the ink upon his page.
Mrs. Bard calls from the lawn
“I just watered the sage.”

Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2012

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She Knows Me

Everything I ever want
Everything I do
She knows before I ever say
Because she loves me, too

All the wishes that I have
The many dreams I dare
She knows them all and smiles with me
Because she really cares

My imperfections are lost on her
As she sees within my soul
She knows me well, this friend of mine
She’s there and makes me whole

Sometimes I can feel incomplete
So converse with her, I will
She makes me feel the good feelings
Until I have my fill

Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2008

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Happy Husband Hears No Alarm

Waking with a smile, eyes bouncing green, dear husband
makes me hold back my scream, desire to pull over sheets.
Later, I find you sitting like Buddha, gazing at the land,
shifting as each birds lifts and soars and tweet tweets.

I watch you in silence, pick up slippers, my piles of papers
find my own breakfast to leave you undisturbed in dream,
you thank me so many ways, your face relaxed, finger tapers
held on belly, sometimes I wonder if you see past the gleam

Of heavenly contentment, lap of pool, sun blazing warm
the face so bruised by clenched jaw now so smooth
I never dare to battle you, drive you against walls or alarm.
Retirement is a silence of weighty falling before well oiled groove.

Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper | Year Posted 2014

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Three Among Us Named Sue

Bows in the pigtails, bows on the dress
swinging her arms, loving all the sass
bouncing and beautiful, rounding and rue
we flow into the coming days, of kissing Sue.

Sue is immortal, holding her babes,
loving her man, cooking her meals,
wanting for the beyond, entering her days
slowing and slowing until she sits more than swings.

And there you find her bowed back all alone,
waiting for a call, wanting everyone back home,
kisses so remote, we wonder how they disappear
until we find warmth with the one who calls us home.

Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper | Year Posted 2014

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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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The Earl of Sandwich

Please, sir, some meat and bread
I've not had a morsel for a week
It would stop this terrible hunger
My prospects now are terribly bleak

It's said the Earl is tender hearted
And oh so bloody awful rich
If I could have a taste of his
I'd call the thing a Sandwich

I hate to just come a beggin'
But I'm so hungry I am seeing red
Won't you ask the Earl again
Please, sir, some meat and bread.......

For Joe's Sandwich contest...lol

Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2010

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The prologue

          The prologue.

Husband and wife, rooted in love,
Their peace envy of all,
Man a lion, woman a dove;
One in the hall,one outside the wall.

Decades they both swim in praise,
Till this day none can ever think,
When dove weeps and calls lion craze;
Right or wrong, none can find the link.

Then comes the crown of the town,
Who pets the two with balmy words:
Return to love and bring devil down, 
Queens in rooms scold their royal Lords.

The path of love though sweet can also be cold,
Lend us your ears and enjoy the oxymoron of love;
This is the delicious dish we are about to serve:
Husbands are in heaven whose wives never scold .

User’s name : Kayod5.
Contest         : Husbands are in heaven whose wives scold not.
Sponsor        : Dr. Ram.       

Copyright © KAYOD5 Kayode | Year Posted 2014

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I Think My Wife Is A Vampire

I think my wife is a vampire,
My body shivers with fright;
For some apparent reason,
She stays up late at night!

Last week, she ordered a steak,
I gazed in stunning awe;
She took one peek at the menu,
And wanted it nearly raw!

No longer a "bubbly" red head,
She's dyed her hair to black;
Freedom of expression's one thing,
But I don't want a heart attack!

Candles adorn the hallway,
My emotions are withdrawn;
She always wants to stay inside,
Fearing the break of dawn!

Eerie are the days before me,
Curiosity fails to escape;
"Sweetie, are you gothic?"
"What's up with the cape?!

I wanna make a stand,
To show the wife who's boss;
One question stirs inside of me,
"Does she fear a cross?"

Changes right before my eyes,
What's happening to my honey?
Not only is she different,
Her voice sounds rather funny!

I want her to see a doctor,
My goal's to do what's right;
No longer does she kiss my neck,
Instead, she tries to bite!

She disappears in the mirror,
Her skin is white as snow;
What's happenin' to my sweetie?
She's lost that heavenly glow!

Maybe I'll hire an exorcist,
Give me a moment to think;
Is it just my imagination,
Or is it I who needs a shrink?!

Copyright © Milton Toran | Year Posted 2013

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I breathe You In

I took a breath of fresh air, 
I discovered it was you
While others remain the same
with you life always feels new

You're not one for convention
You are both quiet and wise
Average isn't good enough
There's compassion in your eyes

I gladly walk beside you
Of you I can't get enough
Somehow life seems easier
I forget about my stuff

So I'll continue breathing
With each breath I feel more whole
You are my lovely angel
Filled with sweetness for my soul

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013

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The man to whom I have been wed,
For low these many years,
Has never shared his love with me,
Now wants to share his fears.

I Don't Want To.

My feelings never mattered much,
He told me, don't complain,
And now we're old he thinks that I,
Should gladly share his pain.

Why Should I?

When I am sick he doesn't care,
I must care for myself,
But if it's him then I must do,
All that I can to help.

For What Reason?

I used to try to talk to him,
Tried to build a bond.
He didn't want to hash it out,
And all I did he shunned.

I'm Done Now.

He says that I'm uninterested,
Don't care, not a good wife.
He should have learned so long ago,
Good husbands make good wives.

                                       Judy Ball

"So husbands ought to love their wives as they love their own bodies.
He who loves his wife loves himself for no one ever hated his own flesh
but nourishes it and cherishes it just as Christ also loved the church."
                                                                                  Ephesians 5:28-29

"Nevertheless let each idividual among you also love his own wife even as himself,
and let the wife see to it that she respect her husband."
                                                                                    Ephesians 5:33

Inspired by Russell Sivey's relationship contest

Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2011

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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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Sailor's Wife

O, temptress thief,
With your fragile hands upon me.
I let you take me like a tide,
Takes a body out to sea.

I waited three long years,
Like the wife of a sailor waits ashore.
Unyielding like a moth aflame,
Like a child that shrieks for more.

And now I reel back from Limbo;
And now I leave the bay.
It took me three long years to finally find,
That I simply ran you away.

Copyright © Jessica VH | Year Posted 2012

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Two Shadows

Two shadows on the wall
The slightest hint of swaying
If I knew any better
My sanity's decaying

The pendulum moves silently
And casts a double shade
If my thoughts weren't haunted
It would be a sight of grace

Though instead it reminds me
Of my consuming dread
That perhaps he won't return
Perhaps my love is dead

July 2010

Copyright © Destiny Budd | Year Posted 2010

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My Bride

Outlining your face, wisps of gorgeous hair
Within those wisps, beauty of no compare
Adorning your face, the most beautiful smile
Sometimes I forget, you have been mine all the while

Deeper still, two jewels for eyes
And in them care with no compromise
Love sparkling from inside
Sometimes my love I did hide

Anchoring your persona, two eyes most sensitive
All they have heard, considered most substantive
And jewelry fades against lobes so tender
Sometimes my time I have forgotten to render

Creation perfection, lips of greatest allure
Words of kindness of love are spoken so pure
Soft and luscious, they summon my soul
Sometimes I conceal, your love is my goal

Contemplating your beauty, i consider no flaw
I gaze in adornment, full of hope and awe
Pondering your love, it has enriched my life
Sometimes I must proclaim, I love my wife

Copyright © Ijm seven | Year Posted 2016

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Of Offices and Orifices

Sordid tales your eyebrows tell
Insinuations start to sing
Things we all know very well--
Say, did you miss my wedding ring?

You’d do you worst right here and now
A stealthy drink from your chalice
Want me to forget the wedding vows,
A mechanical bull with phallus?

Pursing your lips, parading your hips
All the while, I’m stifling quiet laughter
As if your fries and shake could eclipse
My seven course happily ever after!

Coworkers of giant ego
And undersized self-restraint
Have fallen prey to your libido
Flushed it all to taste your taint

But see, here’s the baseline reality
About my availability you’re mistaken
Unless my wife’s nonexistent bisexuality
You can magically awaken

Sure, maybe you can be a roast turkey slice
Between our marital sandwich bread
Or our fresh sushi covered in rice--
I shouldn’t joke; now you’re being misled…

But seriously, there’s nothing to discuss
What you’re implying just ain’t happening
Further coquetry is simply superfluous
Back to the regularly scheduled programming

And in closing, here’s what I’d do
If you’re looking for lifestyle enhancement
Instead of looking for married men to woo
Perhaps try some legit career advancement.

© Thomas W. Quigley

Copyright © Tom Quigley | Year Posted 2016

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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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My Dear First Wife Linda

This is a message for my dear wife Linda You left me much too early Wanted to grow old together with you But it wasn't to be sweet girlie Snatched from me in the prime of our lives Fairness didn't come into play Only a few years left till our golden years Suddenly my life's in disarray Life has a way of coming up with surprises Some are great, some hard to bear Always held hope we'd always pull through But life doesn't always play fair So now I'm forced to roll with the punches Dear Cathie has helped me through Might not have made it, through this very sad time If it wasn't for sweet loveable you © Jack Ellison 2015

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2015

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Sister Wife And Uncle Brother

Sister wife and Uncle brother,
didn't really like each other,
so they left it up to me,
which one I liked the best you see.

Sister wife, now she could cook,
not too bad with line and hook,
but Uncle brother had good traits,
why he could name all 40 states!

Both of them were good in bed,
least that's what Cousin mommy said,
but Sister wife she had one ace,
and that there was her purty face.

Her eyes are green, and blue and brown,
one of them looks off toward town,
and she has no hair beneath,
her lovely, crooked yellow teeth.

Uncle brother, he's my friend,
I'll love him to the very end,
but he stops to scratch his britches,
'cause he says it always itches.

It is so embarrassing,
to watch him scratching at that thing,
but what am I supposed to do,
when Sister wife helps scratch it too?

Sister wife and Uncle brother,
suddenly they like each other!
I guess it's just a lucky me,
that has a great big family!

Copyright © Curt Mongold | Year Posted 2008

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Angel in the Amnion

In this dream I held a doll, yet an empty shell 
Your soul filled it with life; I felt the quickening
The next week mom felt your tiny wings fluttering 
Unforeseen test results turned our heaven to hell

A needle through her abdomen, wife's jaw gritted 
Tiny form bouncing on the screen, as if in play
Needle entered your sanctum; you pushed it away
Tiny hands, yet so deliberate—you hit it!

When you say formless dread can sink into your bones
Is it so crazy that my conscience becomes torn?
Did we wound you deep even before you were born?
Was it the needle violating your first home?

Iambic hexameter quatrains: abba cddc effe
For contest: The Alphabet Contest, Letter A

Copyright © Tom Quigley | Year Posted 2016

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I remember when

I remember when

I remember when...I was just a little boy
everyday was a new adventure, a brand new toy
I remember when...I was ten years old
my little sister was born, blond hair ten toes.

I remember when...I first gave a girl a kiss
her smile was something that for years I missed
I remember when...I got my licence to drive
my life on the road started never stayed inside.

I remember when... I left home for good
sixteen was far too young but I knew I should
I remember when...I first fell in love
thought love was forever, a thing dreams were made of.

I remember when...I moved to a distant land
In my time of trial I learned to take God's hand
I remember when...I first saw my loving wife's face
I knew it was forever God's gift of a loving embrace.

I remember when...we were married for ten years
we had had happy life but we also shed some tears
I remember when...we were married for twenty years
we learned what true love is, conquered all our fears.

Today I still feel like when I was just a little boy
Everyday is a new adventure, a brand new toy.

John Derek Hamilton
March 31,2016

Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2016

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The Family Vacations

My wife is a hardheaded lady So when she makes up her mind Whatever it is that she wanted Is just a matter of time She wanted a family vacation Everyone must make the scene Including our kids and their families We are a group of sixteen The first one took us to Oregon To a motel on the beach Although everyone had lots of fun It was just too far to reach The next one was also held out of town A nice place on Lake Chelan With boats and skis and a swimming pool Everyone thought it was grand Went to Lake Chelan for two more years Then we found a brand new spot It was a big lodge in Idaho We all loved that place a lot We had that big lodge all to our self It was on Lake Pend Oreille It rained the whole week were there We played games inside all day Even though we had that bad weather The vacation was the best The place so big, kids played hide-and-seek Good visit, fun games and rest We returned there again the next year It has its dock and bay Water sports, fishing and paddle boats Then someone sold it away The next year’s vacation was different We rented two large house boats A week boating on Lake Roosevelt I got sick and almost croaked Then we went to Marrowstone Island To my daughter’s new beach place They caught crabs and clams, then bought oysters Crammed sea food into our face Then the guy boated to Port Townsend But when they were coming back Yellow boat died in the ferry’s lane They barely avoided a smack The next year it was back to Lake Chelan But at a different place One of the kids brought a small scooter Road it all around the place Two years ago, back to the beach house Played games and had lots of sun The tenth family vacation for us For two year’s now there’s been none My wife and think it is so sad To lose such a tradition Let’s start now and plan one for next year That is this poem’s mission
NOTE: There always seems to be confusion on pronouncing Chelan, but the locals say it "shuh-LAN" (short "A"). Also, Pend Oreille is pronounced "PAWN-do-RAY"

Copyright © Charles Sides | Year Posted 2011

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Goodnight, My Love

My head’s upon my pillow Still light enough to see How lucky I truly am By the face in front of me She doesn’t even know it As shadows bless her face I will follow her anywhere At any time, to anyplace She’s my feather in the wind The floating guide before my eyes I’ll follow her forever Wherever she so flies My inspiration and my muse She’s a feather from a dove My one and only forever She’s my one and only love Her silence, there, is beauty Her scent, of angel’s breath I’m enslaved to all she is My strength, there’s nothing left I am weakened sure and like it If it means to share her life As my eyes close on my pillow Good night my love, my wife She’s my feather in the wind The floating guide before my eyes I’ll follow her forever Wherever she so flies My inspiration and my muse She’s a feather from a dove My one and only forever She’s my one and only love

Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2011

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The Critic

I’m leader of a Bluegrass Band A tough critic watches each show She’s always out there listening Hears goofs that others never know No reviews in the Newspaper But after the show, when I’m home My wife always gives her review Caught it all, like a fine tooth comb She’s heard all of the songs practiced And knows how they sound when they’re right She’s heard the harmony singing Can tell when the harmony’s tight But as M C, I do ad Lib My Critic never has a clue The few jokes I tell on the stage She’s never heard, they’re always new

Copyright © Charles Sides | Year Posted 2012

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Resolved, a Lack of Resolve


Resolved to quit, a collection betrays my dear Mona.
Hers are the ones marked by colorful stain.
Her obsession likens her to my aging Smith-Corona.
It’s coughing just now as if in great pain.

Its lungs store a shiny bobble divorced from Mona's ear,
three of her Lucky Strikes all out of smoke… 
My functional machine has other favorite souvenirs
including a guarded flight stub, no joke. 

She was a stewardess, last year when I met my sweet “Mo”
and I became her first passenger goof.
That is, the first one on whom she spilled a hot cup of joe.
My versatile cabinet holds the proof.

Mona needs to smoke; she is addicted to nicotine.
Maybe she’ll change brands when I light her fuse.
Two new keepsakes - ads from both Life and Post magazine
claim, “Camels, the brand which more doctors choose.” 

set in this 1930-40's era, this piece focuses on the cigarette industry.

Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2014

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The Soldiers Wife

I came back to tell you I love you so
I was appalled. Is it mine, this baby?
You broke my heart you said who knows? Maybe
How could you treat me thus? I’ll never know.

I had no choice. You were at war, away
You could be killed and might not come again
If you do, Only God knows if and when
I was so alone and yes I did stray

I could not help myself. I needed you
I could not bear it. I was so lonely
But you, I really I loved so truly
Despite my stray Oh God and I still do

You see I knew an awful lot of chaps
Without you I had to find some comfort
One of them, Oh dear he was so expert
You ask me is this baby yours? Perhaps

Just a sequence, another one nightstand
Can you forgive me please? I could have lied
To be true to you well I really tried
I know I’m wrong but can’t you understand

I raised my hand to strike, I in distress
But no I could not harm you, even you
Because I never stopped loving you
And why should I kill? The child is guiltless

You had no choice. I was at war, away
I could be killed and might not come again
If I did, Only God knows if and when
You were so alone and yes you did stray.

I shall forgive, not as as cold as ice
You say it might be mine but are you wrong?
I want to trust you well but is it on?
So many men, you’ve strayed not once but twice.

Copyright © Brian Terry | Year Posted 2012

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:sigh of relief:

Words spoken in silence,

[When language does not suffice]

Like a look or a tear, although concise

Can echo a lifetime in your ear,

Much louder than those you can hear.

Copyright © Aycan Garip | Year Posted 2012

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Bedding Down With Bigfoot

Hey, I've got me a plan to survive World War Three
And it doesn't involve living deep in the sea
With a mermaid named Maddy from that '80s movie
Or a grey-skinned E.T. hoping to crossbreed with me.

There's a bunch of big blokes known as Bigfoot to some
And they live in the woods where most humans won't come
Though they've entered our culture as the years have gone by
They are still seen as legends and old myths, that's no lie.

See, in spite of their fur and their size they're quite smart
For their fondest desire is to live well apart
From us primates who ravage the Earth without pause
Like the virus that spreads through its host - just because.

Called by Yeti and Sasquatch and still other things
They refer to themselves as "Jemah" and are beings
Who, unlike the poor bipeds that include me and you,
Can converse without speech, like our pets often do.

Though the tallest are known to have grown to nine feet
And they stink like old garbage, not to mention dead meat
I shall fashion my life on this heavenly lathe;
I'll make Sweet Thing my wife, and I won't have to bathe.

Copyright © Roderick Molasar | Year Posted 2015