Words echoed that should never have been spoken.
Fiery accusations leaving hearts broken.
Twirled anger erupted, stabbing as if by a sword.
Vile innuendo from both of them, poured.
Shattered crystal, the statue she threw.
He barely recognised her, behaving like a shrew.
He glared in disbelief at the ugly scene.
Gone now, the adored devotion that once had been.
All culminating in a crescendo of bitter screams.
Her heart pounding, she envisaged her forlorn dreams.
The mirror depicts a virtual war zone.
His departure left her fragile and all alone.
She kicked the crumpled dress, realised her leg was sore.
The smashed perfume bottle still spilling across the floor.
Separated from the world by a thin wooden door,
here silence speaks of a world no more.
An unbreakable bond just turned to dust,
betrayal’s darkness, detached trust.
Bearing the burdens of which, alone
the weight bowed down , yet sorely known.
Shadows guard a silent gate,
destined for a somber fate.
Amidst the hush, the pain is deep,
a shadowed wound I’ll always keep.
Not for the pain that won’t depart,
but for the love that awaits despite the dark.
In conversation
the sounds
of her thinking astounds
logic rebounds
argument confounds
rationale knows not bounds
there's no reasoning
with what she expounds
or justification
in that which she propounds
when all facts fail
and reality surrounds
her point of view
tho' it has zero grounds
piled on in mounds
with absurdity she compounds
adding injury to insult
my brain it impounds
traps me wraps me saps my energy
inducing mental lethargy causing total apathy
Reflected grief spat back at me to bear
Another load, the double of my own
To take and carry, this unholy pair
Then tripled, multiplied, beneath I groan.
A beast of burden hauling my bloated
Carriage, cut into with refracted shards.
Whipped for my pain, heavier I’m loaded
Pile after pile, the crown a house of cards.
I tread with caution over broken ground,
The tottering deck threatening to fall,
Step after step and though my wounds are bound
The load cuts deeper, I stumble and fall.
Impaled on broken ground, I’m laid in state.
Now. Did I this predicament create?
She sees but black.
He sees only white.
She sees the day.
He sees the night.
Both firmly convinced
without any doubt
that the other knows nothing
of what they're talking about.
She will not bend.
Neither will he.
She says, "It Is."
He says, "It can't be."
Both are stubborn as mules.
Both do remain strong
for only one can be right
and the other, dead wrong.
Two hearts that once loved,
now distant and weak.
Differences unsolved
they no longer speak.
How can two walk together
unless they agree?
Their pride kept intact
as they both are set free.
Now aged, looking back
'cross the shadowy years,
she can only recall
his face, through her tears.
As his memory now finds her
still there in his heart,
and neither remembers
why they grew apart.
She saw only black.
He saw only white.
She said, "You are wrong."
He insisted, "I'm right."
Both went separate ways.
Now, too late, comes the doubt
as they wonder… "What was it
that we argued about?"
And if I proved that stars
are not far away, just smaller,
would that make wishing
and believing less popular?
Would the sun and moon
then seem larger, perhaps large
enough, for all people to share,
and our earth a giant blessing
worth together saving? What
is size anyway? God
can be an infinitesimal concentrate
or large as a universe – would that
change His and our love for one
another, raise or lower us a degree
in any direction? Senses can
deceive...but deep, abiding love
is nowhere and everywhere, timeless
and indestructible.
Never argue with a fool, onlookers may not be able to tell the difference.
Mark Twain
you’ll get no argument from me
That tepid tea, civility,
Is not the drink for such as me!
Thou cusp, thou nib, thou pricket, prickle, tang and tine!
Thy wit lacks width to grasp my line!
‘The better part of valor is discretion‘
(Henry IV, Part 1, Act 5, Scene 4)
By Shakespeare
After 38 years of marriage
I have learned to be very discrete~
I just say yes dear you are right
She cried,
She's sorry,
I cried,
You left.
The nerve.
You can come back,
You can stay,
We can stay together.
She said she'll never do it again,
She cried and held me,
You were gone.
When you come back I'll be happy,
I hope you're happy,
It wasn't my fault.
Her words were painful,
Like only a cut could heal.
I cried.
You left.
Come back and kick it,
Stay awhile,
Stay forever.
You'l be here.
The Argument
words
intent, defensive
explaining, correcting, hurting
feelings, spirits, relations, screams
alarming, regretting, begging
forlorn, fragile
pleas
“Compromise is only a weakness between two who are unwilling to work together”.
In the tapestry of love, two souls entwined,
Marriages, a journey to perfect, beautifully designed.
Imperfect hearts melding in a dance,
A union of flaws, a second chance.
Discussion, the compass in the maze of the mind,
Seeking the truth, the answers to find.
Not to overpower, nor to lay blame,
But to illuminate the path, the passion's flame.
Arguments, not battles, but lessons to learn,
Discovering truths, for wisdom to earn.
In the clash of opinions, let insight arise,
A bridge to understanding, where empathy lies.
Yet, in compromise, a shadow may fall,
When unwilling hearts build a dividing wall.
A weakness not inherent, but a choice to sever,
The ties that bind, a bond to endeavor.
The ultimate test of any relationship is to be able to disagree, while still holding hands. Anyone who knows Mrs. B and me can certainly tell you something about having arguments. Over the years, we have had our share of 'doozies'. We are the perfect example of what happens when you put two Taurus’s in one room. But there is still no one whose opinion I value more.
Every argument
needs no winner or loser
only solutions
she didn't have a face like thunder
it was more overcast
like when you don't know
whether to put your washing
out on the line
What If?
Brian never thought he would work in a call centre
When he lived in Germany he was unemployed
And while looking for a job he was forced to go
Work in a call centre and refused creating a fuss
I’m not selling insurance or loft insulation!
Put me on fork lift truck training it’s my job
Not some call centre 2 towns away
The stupid running the training place
Offered to buy Brian a bicycle and he laughed!
You silly effing cow retrain me on fork lifts
I need to renew my outdated licence
Not work taking calls like a fool robot
Half a decade passed and Brian
Ate his words working in a call centre!
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