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It Only Hurts When I Smile

I put a smile on my face when I go outside 

My friends all see the pain I try to hide in my eyes

And I try to act like I can make it on my own 

Since you've been gone I'm alone 

I suppose I'm gonna be here a while

And for the rest . . . of my life

 It only hurts when I smile.
.
I thought our love was strong

I didn't think you would leave

I think about about you all the time 

Do you still think about me?

and when I think of how I threw us away

It only hurts when I think 
.
The first time I laid eyes on you you took my breath away

I lost my breath again the day you walked away

Pain won't go and damage is done

And I just can't feel a thing

It only hurts when I breathe
.  
And I see where I went wrong

And I see what I've done

But I don't see you coming home to me

And when I look at it all that way

 It only hurts when I see
.
And I just can't live without you 

My heart is still in your hands 

And there's no "this" left to fix

And there's no "us" left to mend

And I guess I gotta live with it

So it only hurts when I live
.
I put a smile on my face when I go outside 

My friends all see the pain I try to hide in my eyes

And I try to act like I can make it on my own 

Since you've been gone I'm alone 

I suppose I'm gonna be here a while

And for the rest . . . of my life

 It only hurts when I smile.

And for the rest . . . of my life

 It only hurts when I smile.


Copyright © Kelly Crenshaw | Year Posted 2016

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Prophecy of Sand

Men, they say Dominators Slayers Conquerors We have been subjugated by their culture and rules The norms and the religions of masculine fools The laws and the clowns The world one day will evolve We who have the curves and seductive smiles Are we not filled inside with the same DNA? so they say… Give us books and untie our bonds We shall rise up, making empires strong Mock not my dashing eyes Discount not, my luscious thighs I shall dance your dance into the night Have no doubt; I shall be your queen When we are embraced, for who we are Do you not see? We shall gleam like the stars in the night Genders, colors, nations too Leave them sitting in old church pews Philosophers, doctors, engineers of creation We shall be side by side, working with you So smile and behold the new golden age Suras must die, in the deserts of past sage Sisters of the sun, the gods, and the wind The old men of the past must rescind Glories are coming, so rejoice and behold Equality is the greatest story a woman ever told
Poet George Sand Notes Excerpt from letters to Gustave Flaubert Nohant from George Sand Amantine-Lucile-Aurore Dupin, wrote under the pseudonym name of George Sand She was born in July, 1804, and is more known as a writer, but many of her prose by today’s standards are very poetic in nature. She was a feminist long before the term existed. She was very able to converse and discuss with men, as equals, and at the same time able to maintain all that makes us beautiful. She was able to see the finest details of life as well as absorb the political and cultural idiosyncrasies of the time, and had no fear saying her own views. To be an inconvenience distresses me I sleep everywhere, in the ashes, or under a kitchen bench, like a stable dog. Everything shines with spotlessness at your house So one is comfortable everywhere. I shall pick a quarrel with your mother and we shall laugh and joke, you and I, much and more yet. If it’s good weather, I shall make you go out walking, if it rains continually, we shall roast our bones before the fire while telling our heart pangs. The great river will run black or grey under the window saying always, fast, faster! Carrying away our thoughts, and our days, and our nights, without stopping to notice such small things. "The beauty that addresses itself to the eyes is only the spell of the moment; the eye of the body is not always that of the soul."


Copyright © Aurore Severo | Year Posted 2015

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How much do I love thee

How much do I love thee
Let me tabulate all the ways

I bought you a new Mercedes
	With gold plated tire rims
I bought you a humongous diamond ring
	The size fit for all Royals and King
I bought you a store of the finest lingerie
	Secrets still held at the door by decree
I bought you a garden of roses so red
	My love was surely in bloom, or so they all said
I bought you a ticket to heavens pearly gates
	So that in paradise you’d have not to even wait
I bought you your very own private Lear jet
	To see the world through champagne eyes
My love was a vault and you emptied it dry
	My heart has now learned to never cry

How much do you love me?
Your lawyer seems to know

You claimed mental duress
	Suffering under such stress
The Mercedes was the wrong color so I am told	
	I should have known, pink, not gold
The diamond ring was too heavy to wear
	Your back injuries caused you painful despair
The lingerie didn’t cover you just right
	So medical ailments kept you up many a nights
The roses in bloom where not the right flower
	Your allergies they caused, thus making you sour
The ticket to heaven you plain out refused
	Said it was one way, and that just wouldn’t do!
You had no issues riding my Lear jet 
	You rode the pilot as well, a mile high kinda bet
My love you tossed into the bin out in back
	The divorce lawyer smiles at me, saying she sure is great in the sack 

The moral of the Story is this!
If you are sitting at the table, and
You see a few beetles scurrying about
Maybe even whistling a tune or two
Listen carefully to what they say


Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

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Unfinished Love Affair

Unfinished Love Affair

It's been so long since I've seen you.
Don't know how or why you remain,
At the forefront of my memory,
But you do and will always remain.
 
Time has passed, and the years have aged us.
What can replace the time we spent,
In our younger days.
Talking, dreaming and planning a life.
Laughing and hoping as time passed us by,
Our friendship would be never-ending.
 
Well, the years have passed,
We have all gone our separate ways,
But the talks we had,
And the dreams we dreamed still linger today,
As unfinished dreams and incomplete endings.
 
The dreams we shared,
Still bring joyous tears when I think,
How time has slipped past.
But yet I see your face as I did then,
Beaming with life, smiling and carefree.
 
Those were the days of happy tears,
And unfinished love affairs.


Copyright © Lee Brownlee | Year Posted 2016

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Divorce

Love once was the focus of our lives till marriage became contentious; two sharp knives piercing the heart of it, killing it. Teamed hardhearted misfits dualistic by nature, antipathetic where love’s the casualty and we, just another statistic.


Copyright © Albert Ahearn | Year Posted 2015

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Divorce

Stale mate?
Rebate...

7/7/15 Caryl S. Muzzey
Copyright © 2015 by Caryl S Muzzey

First Place Winner ~ "One Footle” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Judy Kono
Aug. 8, 2015


Copyright © Caryl Muzzey | Year Posted 2015

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I Just Don't Understand It

And I know you didn't plan it
it's so hard for us to understand it
I love you, I hate you - I just don't understand it
One moment we're feeling bliss- like we're on another planet
you love me, you hate me...the story goes...we took our love for granted
caught up in memories, now everything's pixelated
everything spoken is debated
everything valued has been faded
what was token...has been broken
you used to leave my heart smokin'
- she flipped the tarot cards -
now I'm hoping...
instead of dealing with it...I'm coping
you promised me everything would be copacetic 
...but everything's gotten quite hectic
we lost our way- I can admit...I detected it
nevertheless...I didn't expect it
the process...I can't respect it
love...how you do love like that?
from dormant to torment
it didn't rain...it stormed
"and don't you tell me days like this is the "norm"
I used to think you were the bomb
I used to think you were the title to my poem
now I'm sitting here with my hands in my palms
thinking you could care less
cause everything you've done was careless
I digress...
I gave you your best
can't believe my reward is this mess
...it was never a contest...
but I thought we were each other's trophy
...and I know you didn't plan it
it's so hard for us to understand it
I love you, I hate you...I just don't understand it


Copyright © Natalie Braddy | Year Posted 2016

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The Affair

Between yesterday's coffee and today's newspaper delivery,
      we somehow lost our sweetness, now you are just a memory.
        
Words yelled in anger and frustrations hitting the limit
     wasn't this ocean we've swam full of joy and commitment?

You..down on your knees praying I'd forgive you once again
       me...thinking you weren't going to see her, my best friend.

I've lost you and I've lost her and somewhere lost myself
       I noticed that her favorite book she read was on the top shelf.

You think I didn't notice all the strange phone calls at night?
       you actually believed that I wouldn't give up without a fight?

Sinking slowly down under the abyss of broken promises
       a long time ago I told myself I would not allow paralysis

But underneath the grass you both have dug for my grave
       I must pull myself out, take a moment and be brave.

I have no one else who will rock me to sleep every night
       and I know deep down I will eventually be alright.

All I need right now is a decent night full of sweet dreams
       I am begging you to leave, drive away so I may be free.


Written By: Laura Loo
Date Written: January 17, 2016


Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016

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Sexual Addictions Are Destroying Our Families

Sexual Addictions Are Destroying Our Families!
Many families are being destroyed by sexual addictions!
As they bring into their homes unneeded afflictions!

There are affairs of adultery of all different kinds…
As many allow sin’s pollution to destroy their mind!

Many have no comprehension or fail to see…
The filth of garbage being promoted on t.v.!

Rather than seeking God for his blood’s protection.
Husbands and wives look to others for affection.

God looks and sees the wounded and broken heart.
And before you know it, another family falls apart!

Too much of this is happening in churches today.
Will these families just come together and pray?

It’s time to come together as a family and be strong!
Let’s get rid of the things in our life that don’t belong!

Let’s seek the purity and holiness of God above.
And be strengthened by his majestic love!

Let’s seek God’s protection over our families too!
And speak kind words to another, like; “I LOVE YOU!”

May the love of Christ come and bind us as ONE!
And touch every father, mother, daughter and son!

Lord Jesus, we all need you so much!  This very hour!
We can’t make it alone!  Without your power!

Please Jesus, restore what the enemy has taken!
I’ve never seen your children left or forsaken!

You are the only one that our family has needed!
Only by your love, will our family be completed!

By Jim Pemberton   11/23/14


Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2014

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A bloody rose

Roses here, roses there Bloody roses, everywhere February brings them into our life While others hide a broken wife Young girls dream, of their shining white knight Well when do you think they will see, it's no where in sight Single men will try everything, to be romantic ask every young girl, they still haven't learnt it While romance will fill their heads I'm aware of the last lives, it brought to death The rose is not this, passionate flower But the very thing that causes, our human lives to go sour Nine months later, in the mid of November Young girls begin the, day they will always remember With the babies cry with its first breath of life There's a dad trying to work out, how to tell his wife A family is born, and a family is broken This is all because, of that bloody rose.


Copyright © Denise Hopkins | Year Posted 2016

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Sometimes The Pain

I picked up the phone today
And I dialed your number
I didn't know what to say
So I hung up on the second ring
You see I thought that I could explain
But I just couldn't play through the pain
And you probably wouldn't have answered anyway
.
One drink wont make me forget 
It's gonna take me
About 10 more yet 
But I know by morning light
 your memory is gonna haunt me 
out of my mind
But I'm gonna try to drink you away
One more time 
Anyway
.
I'm haunted by the ghost of yesterday
Whiskeys' the only exorcist, to drive it away
But those Ol Demons just won't leave
They know too much about me they just won't go
And even though it only tortures my soul 
Sometimes this pain's the only friend I really know
.
One drink wont make me forget 
It's gonna take me
About 10 more yet 
But I know by morning light
 your memory is gonna haunt me 
out of my mind
But I'm gonna try to drink you away
One more time 
Anyway
And even though
They're killing this man
Sometimes they're the only friends I have that understand
There's no comfort in the pain of what might have been
.
One drink wont make me forget 
It's gonna take me
About 10 more yet 
But I know by morning light
 your memory is gonna haunt me 
out of my mind
But I'm gonna try to drink you away
One more time 
Anyway
And even though it only tortures my soul 
Sometimes this pain's the only friend I really know


Copyright © Kelly Crenshaw | Year Posted 2016

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Hope

You feel like your whole world crumble
Does not matter about all your trouble
Walk around blindfolded and stumble
There is a light at the end of the tunnel

Life is so hard it made you stop smiling
You wake up every morning fighting 
Your heart is breaking and you crying
There is a cloud with a silver lining

And you just cannot be polite 
The glorious morning is still night
Your tomorrow does not look bright
Even darkness can show you the light




Copyright © GERT WEWEGE | Year Posted 2016

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The Divorce

He had a few drinks the night before,
enough to mistake the waiter for a door.
T'would help him remember
he thought to himself,
the fun to be had in the coming of day.
He'd married a Madame 
with her perfumes and pearls,
a painted smile
as he watched her walk
with first one foot 
and then the next,
stepping in time to his funeral march. 
They'd promised forever in those very same rooms,
with their sad yellow curtains and broken blooms.
This could have been a wedding
there were vows to make-
I, Harold, un-take June as my wife, 
for better, not worse,
for richer not poorer.
With his eyes on her profile
he thought to himself 
that she'd never looked more radiant
than she did today. 
A few odd words and then it was done, 
all i's were dotted 
and the t's crossed
to pronounce them completely 
un-manned and de-wifed. 
“Fancy some lunch at The Ritz, my love?"
“Alright then, darling. You drive.”


Copyright © Leileah Kasperyan | Year Posted 2016

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Sangmi Please Travel

No, I won't come,
because you don't want me to come!
*
Even though this is the last chance to see you, 
I won't come.
Even though every cell of my body is crying,
I won't come.
Even though I need to come
just like I need to breath,
I won't come.
Even though I'm dying, 
I won't come.
*
It's the most difficult decision 
I've ever made in my life. 
However, it is much easier for me 
than to continue rending my dignity. 
*
I'm tired of my love for you!
I'm tired of myself and you!
I will never come to you!
keep ignoring me, Sangmi
and please, travel!


Copyright © True Love | Year Posted 2016

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With Salty Tears

With Salty Tears

 

We sit alone in a bed we once made love in

We talk about the past and what went wrong

You lie there crying wanting me to hold you

How did we ever get this far? This is not us

I listen to your words between your sobs

I feel you shake as you can't help yourself

You're telling me everything that's causing these tears to fall

Where were all these tears hiding? All this pain?

You were an angel who flew into my heart and kept it safe

You were an angel who wrapped me into her arms of love

Now you're an angel so lost you can't see what you had

As you cry I remember why we're losing everything

This bed was shared with another man

The sheets dirtied by the juices of lust

The lies of a heartless wife whose love there never really was

For once it is not I that am crying but you

For once I feel I can go on and be me

So as I watch you cry I know that the pain you feel is real

I know that you are hurting like you hurt me

Fly to the man you chose

The man who makes you happy

The man you hid from me

Go to him and be faithful.

Be his angel.

Be everything I deserved and never got

Be who you want to be

That is his angel with love so pure for one human being

Good-bye my sweet angel. Good-bye for now and forever

Don't cry for if you're truly happy you would be smiling

It was you and I against the world and you promised me forever more

You let me go and the struggle has ended.

It's time for me to let you go.

Here's the hug you asked for

Here's me kissing away your tears

With salty tears upon my lips I say I love you

This is your last kiss.

This is our last goodbye.

This is our final fight for love


Copyright © Brian Stoaks | Year Posted 2015

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dream crusher

Dream crusher
Dream crusher
Nothing but a heart musher
Child hater
Child hater
Don’t even care for your sons and daughters
Wife despiser
Wife despiser
You take care of the bills but not your wife
Life smasher
Life smasher
With you around, no one has a life
Divorce maker
Divorce maker
All you do is smash wedding rings
Not caring
Not caring
For how many times we must rebuild our dreams.


Copyright © Hannah Corey | Year Posted 2016

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Weekend Father


Unfortunate circumstances made me a weekend father
Two parents separated by a marred history,
now had to care for a child ...
an innocent victim who received emotional shrapnel
as collateral damage from our argumentative battles
Our destructive habits fell onto her,
but children are very resilient, thank God
I loved being a weekend father
There was no bitterness about allotted time of custody,
none of that foolishness
My wife and I settled our divorce amicably ... no courts involved,
except for the legal formality of having a divorce decree issued
by the state
We worked things out between us much better being apart than when we
were married
It's funny how that works
So I got my daughter on the weekends, but over time I had her
more than the weekends
We bonded pretty good
And anyone with kids will tell you, that four-year-olds are a quirky bunch
They're old enough to do enough things for themselves,
but they still want you to do a lot of things for them ...
y'know, they still want the baby treatment
My daughter, she really only demanded two things of me when I first
started having her every weekend:
she wanted us to watch movies together, movies like "Lion King,"
or play video games together, video games like "Lion King"
And she didn't like the part of the movie where Simba's dad, Mustafa died
She always cried, and told me to skip that part ...
that always touched my heart
Because it told me, in unspoken words, that she loved me and didn't
want anything bad to happen to me
When she turned five, I enrolled her at my alma mater college,
in an art program for kids
My sister and father told me that my daughter had artistic ability
So every Saturday, we spent half the day at the college, 
because after she got out of class, we would get something to eat,
then go to the main library on campus and get on the computers
To make a long story shorter ... she received an art degree 
when she became grown
Becoming an illustrator and computer graphic artist
That's what being a weekend father means to me


Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017

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We Have A Problem


Communication has gotten erratic,
there's a lot of outside interference
Aluminum yawning creates constant static
I can't hear you ... can you hear me?
Stonewalls separate us,
frequent bathroom stalls
breaks the mood, flushes the trust
How did this happen to us?
I'd be the first to admit, we have a problem
Calling Houston, code red: Alpha, delta, sand, fox
Our love has become stale,
left unattended for too long in the marital breadbox
Inaction is squeezing the life out of us
Anaconda divorce sounds fatal
Alpha, delta, sand, fox ---
Our marriage is falling at terminal velocity,
time is speeding up on the self-destruct clock
We have a serious problem, dear
Do you hear me talking, tell me you can hear
We have us a critical problem,
and we both need to try and figure it out,
time is ticking down on the self-destruct clock
We have a big problem here
Calling Houston, code red:
Alpha, delta, sand, fox
Anaconda divorce sounds fatal
Alpha, delta, sand, fox
We're headed for a crash landing
Calling Houston, code red: 
Alpha, delta, sand, fox
This marriage is almost dead
Alpha, delta, sand, fox
Unless we find the missing answers in the black box


Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017

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It's Over:

Blow out your wind swept mind,
Your heart is a festival of times,
Come closer, if you don't decline,
You just don't know what you'll find.

I told you I loved you, but I lied,
Amongst other things I would say to you,
Just to keep you happy
I gave you a ring.
Thirteen years later you were standing at the door,
But I wouldn't open it like I did before.
Started sleeping in separate rooms,
Honey, this ain't love, this is war.
                    /|\


Copyright © White Wolf | Year Posted 2016

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In The Distance

Tonight I can write the saddest of lines
writing for example, the night is of stars
and the stars are of opals and shimmer in the distance

The night winds revolve around the sky, it sings of resistance

Tonight I will write the saddest of songs
I loved her and she loved me too sometimes

Through nights like this one, I held her in my hands
as I kissed her

Again and again under the timelapse skies

She loved me and sometimes I too loved her
how could I have not loved her deep still eyes

Tonight I can cry the saddest of poems
to think that I dont have her and to feel that I have lost her
To hear the immense night, still more timelapse with out her
and the verses fall, into my soul, like pain for the pleasure

What does it matter if my hands couldn't keep her
in this starry night timelapse, she is gone forever, 
no more is sure

This is all

In the distance

Some one is singing
in the distance

Some one is crying
some one is dying
Without her in the distance

Oh, it's just me
and my sight tries to find her
My heart looks for her
My ears hear for her

And now
I no longer love her

But oh how I loved her
and my voice tried to find the wind
to touch her hearing... in the timelapse sky

Because nights like this one
are like the nights I held her in my hands
but
This will be the last pain she makes me suffer
and the last verse I write for her...In the distance


Copyright © Liam Alepta | Year Posted 2017

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For Two Timing Husbands

How many tears must fall from brown eyes before I lay me down to sleep.
Where hurtful dreams of betrayal and lies hide in shadows they creep.

How long did you think you could go around cheating and not be found out.
With all your two dollar whores and think I'd not scream and shout!

See if they'll put up with your bullsh**, until the next one catches your eye.
As for me I'm done with your no account two timing a** once and for all...
                    GOODBYE!!!!



https://youtu.be/eopNLWRW0IM


Copyright © Mary Hoose | Year Posted 2017

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Driving Through Jungles Under the Mars Sea

Immodest mouse (though sheepishly I drive):
Cheese-poof ambition traps shred Plexiglas; 
Life’s tint is circus; freaks pedaling thrive;
My spinner’s stopped, feline-stripped out of gas.

Cradled in moon’s ambitious pseudo-shine,
Not that I could, see I’ve nowhere to go;
Clawed dizzy by stars she hangs as a shrine,
Marathons end; unfinished lines won’t glow.

Out of fuel.  Out of road.  Locked out of car,
Stained trips on oil-leaks cadaverous spilt;
Climbing the gallows I’ll soon be a star,
Thumb-tacked eternal; pierce sharp lunar guilt.

As I ascend, I wink once at the moon
 Just to remind her - she’ll come down real soon.


Copyright © Phillip Garcia | Year Posted 2017

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Spare Nails and a Hammer

Your mother always yelled at your father to fix the nail protruding from the kitchen floor.
“It’s going to hurt someone someday,” she would bicker,
but your father hid his face behind his newspaper as she spoke. 

The nail remained sticking up from the ground,
but you taught yourself how to walk around it
just like you taught yourself when to exit and enter the room.
Your mother’s heavy voice was like a fire alarm
telling you to evacuate the scene and leave your father in the flames,
but there was nowhere for anyone to go---
he forgot to build a fire escape. 

She tried to leave hints for him around the house:
A hammer on his pillow,
spare nails in his pockets,
but naturally his fingers picked around them
like playing a guitar.
She had given him all the notes,
but he preferred to play his own tune.

Eventually she had given up on shouting,
for she was tired of hearing only her echo.
Each couldn’t feel the other.
He could not hear her words that dropped like stones,
she could not hear his weightless language of silence,
and you could not speak in a house enclosed with two deaf parents. 

One day you came home and saw that your mother’s side of the bed was made nicely
like it hadn’t been slept in for days.
It was cold and stiff, preserved like a shrine.
That same day you went into the kitchen to reach for the phone,
but tripped over the nail emerging from the floor
and went clattering down beside it.


Copyright © Kaitlyn Fox | Year Posted 2014

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A Broken Relationship

A Broken Relationship

Soft tears rolled down her cheeks
as she rolled over to face his back,
For she knew in her heart so deep that
a love for her he did lack.

She had felt the relationship break
with the husband of her youth,
but how can it be Lord?  He is father of my children
but, all the while she knew.

She thought, they used to be so happy
when in their youth walking hand in hand,
thinking nothing could touch them
when their love brought them wedding bands.

Yes, they had spats and arguments
along the way,
but thinking nothing so great
that away from her his love would stray.

Then physical abuse and threatening
from his mouth,
came and changed this fair romance
from what it once was all about.

So with tears streaming don her face
and a heart that was broken completely in two,
Wondering Lord, will I ever be loved again
will I ever be able to say I do?

When he found his excuse to leave
stating because of her belief in Jesus the King of Kings,
he said, “it’s either God or me, you can’t have both,”
so she chose to give up her once precious wedding ring.

For she knew no man is so important
as harmony with God,
and she wanted to commune with Him forever
and to walk with Him on Heaven’s sod.

Yet thought my life has not been so perfect
since I’ve given up my wedding ring,
I have peace with my Father, joy with His Spirit
and love from Jesus Christ, my King.

And now, the painful hurting memories
my Precious Lord did take,
and replaced them with some fond remembrances 
all of His Wonderful Name’s sake.

Written by:  Marilyn Jennings


Copyright © Marilyn Jennings | Year Posted 2015

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Things I Miss

Nostalgic Nights.
The smell of gas in the vintage moped I drove an hour to buy, 
Driving down that small-town street at night,
Lit by the dim bike light on that streetlight-less street.
Mixing gas with oil and lighting puddles afire. 
It was light in the dark and it was a dark time. 

My Youthfulness. 
That time I sat on a sand sculpture and ruined it;
My first memory of guilt.
Basketball practice at the rec. center, the vending machines.
Pokemon VHS tapes, stuffed animals and sleepovers, 
When mom took me to class, and bingo for books,
And the Library with Mom and Mimi and Justin, Mike, Julia...Sean.
And when she chaperoned my field trip and paid for my friend
At the gift shop even though she couldn't afford to.

When we would wake up before mom and dad and watch TV 
Until we heard the liquid clink and aromatic smell of coffee brewing, 
And that time we watched The Sixth Sense in the living room as a family.
When I first started writing stories,
And we would go sledding in our front yard.
Ms. Philips three houses down, 
And how I could hear dad yelling at the football game from there;
And that time I woke up on Christmas Eve before presents went out,
And sat with Dad and Mom and they let me watch TV 
And have a candy cane from the tree even though it was getting late.

Which reminds me of all the times we put milk and cookies out, 
And watched the Wizard of Oz,
And mom made chicken wings for christmas and baptisms and first communions.
And when we would go swimming in Papas pool and he would take us for walks, 
And walks in St Patricks Cemetery,
I even remember when the first iPhone came out, because Papa has his
And we were walking in the cemetery.
It reminds me of all those times the family went apple picking 
And got apple cider doughnuts, and we stuffed mums
purse with apples even though we had more than we needed.

Berkley.
The small town I remember memories in;
The way family used to be, before the divorce.
Building teepees in the woods in the backyard,

Nerf wars across the neighborhood,
And digging a massive hole in the neighbors yard,
The farm and the circle of friends among it, 
How six years ago I didn't know them, 
And how I work for them ever day now.

More memories.
How stupid I acted in school, even though I knew I'd regret it,
Skipping school for thrift-shopping and going out for breakfast,
Holidays with the family and visiting great grandma,
Which oddly reminds me of the cottage

[shortened version--cant fit any more ;(]


Copyright © chad obrien | Year Posted 2015