Best Happily Married Poems
I was happily married, but there
was something I adored.
I couldn't resist the temptation,
of needing something more.
So good to feel on my warm
lips, I couldn't wait.
In the middle of the night, I
didn't feel guilty, or hesitate.
I snuck out of the bedroom, not
wanting to wake my wife.
My conscience didn't bother me,
as I dreamed of this, all night.
Quietly I went downstairs, for
my secret rendezvous.
Open the refrigerator door, and
had three scoops.
Michael Tor
Well, you asked for it so here goes!
I'm five-feet, eight inches tall from scalp to toes.
Born October 1930 in Indiana - so there, I've revealed my age.
I'm blessed with great health even at this elder stage.
Happily married to my dear Vera for 62 wonderful years,
And we've met life's vicissitudes with laughter and some tears.
Two daughters Leanna and Leslie but, alas, lost Mark, our boy.
Through the years they've brought Vera and me so much joy!
I'm blessed with 6 grandchildren and 4 great grands.
(I hope to stick around for more as my family expands.)
Enlisted at age 17 in the Air Force in 1948 retiring in 1978.
Assigned to Morocco, Germany and Japan which was great!
I 'fought' the Korean War in Bermuda dodging sea shells.
Met Vera in Bermuda and in Texas we rang those wedding bells!
Retired as a Chief Master Sergeant, the top Air Force enlisted grade.
'Twas a challenging, exciting life and I'm sure glad that I stayed.
While in the Air Force I earned a degree in Justice Administration,
And upon Air Force retirement became a Colorado Bailiff for my vocation.
I like folks who keep their word, are punctual and I don't suffer jerks gladly!
Me and the Lord are working on this but I have very little patience, sadly.
I love God, family and nation and enjoy writing poetry and even though,
I've penned nearly 1200, alas, as a bard I've made very little dough!
I like steak and taters and a sip of Beringers White Zinfindel now and then,
And going to Cripple Creek to play the one-armed bandit when I can.
Sorry if I bored you but once I began writing the words just seemed to flow.
Now, you probably know more about me than you ever wanted to know!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
Entry for Regina Riddle's "Bio Poem" Contest
I could give you the moon
And the sun
And the stars up above
If you let me.
I could fill up your world
With the dreams
That you dreamed about love
We'd be happy.
We'll ride on the clouds, feel the wind, if we give it a chance.
Move to life's melody as we learn how to dance.
Greet the world with a smile as we walk hand in hand.
Find the sweet pearls of life hidden deep in the sand.
That's what love is.
Oh my darling.
That's what love is.
I could sing you a song
We could sing
Through the sunshine and rain
If you'll be mine.
I could bring you the love
And the joy
That few people attain
In a life time.
We'll ride on the clouds, feel the wind, if we give it a chance.
Move to life's melody as we learn how to dance.
Greet the world with a smile as we walk hand in hand.
Find the sweet pearls of life hidden deep in the sand.
That's what love is.
Oh my darling.
That's what love is.
I could give you support
With your dreams
I would be there for you
When you need me.
Be the one that you trust
With your life
That's what true love can do
It's so easy.
We'll ride on the clouds, feel the wind, if we give it a chance.
Move to life's melody as we learn how to dance.
Greet the world with a smile as we walk hand in hand.
Find the sweet pearls of life hidden deep in the sand.
That's what love is.
Oh my darling.
That's what love is.
This song was written for my sweet and beautiful wife, Stevi. During the 5
weeks from the time we met till the time we were married I had written and
sung this song to her. We have now been happily married almost 18 years.
Some days are diamonds, some are stone
To quote an old John Denver hit
Truer words were never spoken
The “stone days” (not stoned days!)
Are only sent to us to test our resolve
And to appreciate the “diamond days” even more
To prove, that as dark or as difficult as life can get
There is ALWAYS a silver lining
Otherwise we'd all be candidates for the looney bin
Trust me, have I ever lied to you before?
Okay... well only a couple of times
And I was under the influence???
The influence of WHAT, you may ask
Uh, I take the fifth... okay here are some examples
Now let me see, watching a pretty girl go by
Or the government sending me an unexpected refund
Of a couple of hundred dollars YEEHAW
Maybe sitting down to my favourite meal
With my lovely spouse I've adored
Since the two of us were dreamy-eyed sweethearts
In grade school right up to the present
And now happily married with a couple of wee ones
Don't get me wrong, I do have days of stone
But my diamond days far outnumber them
So the bottom line is
Live, love, laugh and be happy
You only get one chance to travel life's highway
So ENJOY the ride!!!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Jan and Darren joined the poetry soup site
Worked on our own poems in our own right
Started to collaborate on works together
Hope this happy union lasts forever and ever
When we joined soup they put out the 'welcome mat'
Lovely comments from PD, Anne Lise and also SKAT
Encouraging new writers is their wonderful gift
Joining poetry soup gives our hearts a lift
Being on the site we have found a lot of fun
In our poems together I’ve just become a mum
Darren is a perfect ‘husband’ and is a doting dad
He always makes me smile but his jokes are often bad
Friendship has blossomed, we've shared laughter and tears
Talked of what the future may hold and our worries and fears
We've discussed our youth and the things we did back then
So little we would change if we could live our lives again
Jan is very happily married, her lovely son is grown
Darren is deliriously happy building a life of his own
The beauty of soup is the welcome they give
Encouraging friendships that last as long as we live.
When we joined soup they put out the welcome mat
Lovely comments from PD, Anne Lise and SKAT
Encouraging new writers is their wonderful gift
Joining poetry soup has given our hearts a lift
Writing with others adds a new and rare poem quality
My collaboration with Jan means the whole world to me
We have intuition, though that may sound absurd
Sometimes I know what she'll say before she's written a word .
We have our page on which we write but love writing as a team
Creating something that might make us giggle or share a sweet dream
You'll find us on Jadazzle out there hoping to make friends
Writing poems we hope you find easy to comprehend .
When we joined soup they put out the welcome mat
Lovely comments from PD, Anne Lise and SKAT
Encouraging new writers is their wonderful gift
Joining poetry soup has given our hearts a lift
12th June 2014
Written By Jan Allison and Darren Watson
Written For Dave Woods Contest
~The Contest of my Dreams~
I’ve been married for some twenty years
And sometimes I make my wife cry.
Now I have a mantra when I bring her to tears;
“I’m wrong; I’m scum; I deserve to die.”
It doesn’t matter if I am right or wrong;
I don’t even need to know why.
When it goes too far, I sing my song;
“I’m wrong; I’m scum; I deserve to die.”
It’s not that I don’t argue or plead my case;
It’s not that I’m a wimpy guy,
But when she starts to wear that hurt face;
“I’m wrong; I’m scum; I deserve to die.”
It’s my way of ending a useless fight,
To achieve that, there’s nothing I won’t try.
Never go to bed being angry at night;
“I’m wrong; I’m scum; I deserve to die”.
So, if you want some advice from a happily married man,
The next time you make your lover cry
Look her in the eye and say, while holding her hand,
“I’m wrong; I’m scum; I deserve to die.”
Jan and Darren once met up in a local bar
Darren hoped his chat up lines would get him very far
Jan was not impressed and wouldn’t give him her address
His chat-up lines are dreadful I really must confess
Darren refuses to heed the warning
Would you like toast for breakfast in the morning
Honestly Jan things are not as bad as they seem
You've seen me before, I'm the man of your dreams.
Oh I know Darren and you’re so good looking
A devil in the bedroom and you also love cooking
But I prefer to have my eggs unfertilised
Don’t look at me like that with your big brown eyes
I can see myself in your beautiful green eyes
I do horoscopes, Aha you found that a surprise
What the stars are telling me there is no disguising
When you sit on my lap, That's not Jupiter rising
Oh be careful Mr Watston! Will you behave!
If I sit on your lap I'll be in an early grave
You've always known I'm happily married
But in your dreams your thoughts can be carried
You forget I know your husband Bob
He's taking me to the TT if I do a good job
I'm to flirt and joke and laugh and tease
Until you beg for mercy and say pretty please
Oh Darren Watson you’re a terrible flirt
You eye up anyone in a mini skirt
And as for tightly fitted jeans
These things I guess you see in your dreams
I admit I've got a roving eye
I know you're into swinging so thought I'd try
Yes I know Bob will love you forever
But he promised us guys must stick together.
Your chat up lines are wearing thin
I’m not really after a night of sin
We truly are the best of friends
I hope our collaboration never ends
Ending our collaboration never entered my head
In the poems we write I can get you in bed
You are beautiful, sassy and have a great sense of fun
With wonderful legs and a fabulous bum.
20th May 2014
Written by Jan Allison & Darren Watson
It was hard to accept my husband’s death
I believed I could never love again
At the age of twenty-four I resolved
I no longer wanted to bond with men
Birthdays flew by with no celebrations
Though I was the youngest of three children
I never had a family of my own
Holidays made me feel loneliest then
It took more than years; decades in fact passed
Before I noticed elderly couples
Walking hand-in-hand, strolling city streets
And my feelings of loneliness doubled
When the old woman next door died alone
So few came to her funeral service
I brought flowers, knelt gently by her grave
Bowed my head and realized I was nervous
All of my friends were happily married
And though they invited me to their homes
For many picnics, weddings and parties
I was never comfortable standing alone
But visiting St. Patrick’s Cathedral
I realized that I'd not been alone
I lit candles for departed loved ones
And basked in glory of the light they shone
Comforted by the presence of our Lord
I turned and opened the cathedral’s door
When a kind man retrieved my fallen scarf
Together we remain, lonely no more
The Secret Of McGee's
Long Happy Marriage
McGee was holding down a stool
At McJock's Pool-hall and pub
When Finn came in wearing a grin
And his *** smoked down to a nub
He pulled up a stool, and sat with McGee
And gave him a pat on the back
"Congratulations, you old sod"
Then gave the bar a loud whack
"It's been forty-six years, since you've been wed
How is it you stayed with one lass
Divorce today is common they say
Marriage, not made to last"
McGee looked at Finn straight in the eye
Then took a sip of his stout
"Respect, one another" he said with a sigh
"RESPECT, is what it's about"
"She Respectfully asks for that she wants
And sometimes I'm put to the test
But especially when She's shopping, my friend
I Respectfully nod my head Yes! "
Jim
Loyal, dependable, knowledgeable, big hockey fan,
Brother of Craig and Jeff,
Lover of democracy, the Toronto Maple Leafs and Newfoundland,
Who feels love, empathy and pain,
Who fears failure, loss and going insane,
Who would like to see peace in Gaza, Ukraine and South Sudan,
Resident of St. John's, Newfoundland,
Healey.
My wife and partner is Heather.
She's the one who keeps me grounded; she is my center.
We've been happily married for twenty-five years,
and our love - the deepest kind of love - perseveres.
I told my story to the moon this morning
and he was excited at my new honey words
that breaks the ear of it beauty,
I think the sun was angry because I saw
her walked away with a battered black face.
What do u think the air would do?
Honestly, the stars were my witness and
They were the supporting narrators,
But I didn't know why the sun walked away on
Hearing what was in my golden mouth.
The story was not too sexy or that bad
But, it was as interesting as the Nollywood movies.
I told the moon about my love whose smile
Glows and makes the earth a paradise,
She was from the moon planet, a virgin,
That nurtures me like Moremi of Oyo kingdom.
We were happily married before the sun; before
The stars, before the clouded cloud.
The night was an old night when we wedded,
The stars was watching from its abode
When the pastor put Ring on her fingers.
After the night wedding I thank the stars for watching
Then, I praised the moon for listening
and for Giving me light that tells of my tomorrow.
If only you knew, I'm in love with you
That you're happily married doesn't make me blue
I have to use this rhythm to run through
The secrets can be dangerous to my marriage too
Hope my honesty gives rings in the water - a breakthrough
Just let me kiss your lips once, soft and true
I admit, sweetheart I've dreamed about you (... taboo)
Of course, it can be seen as quite private, I know
But your wife and my husband have no clue
Forgive me for all my words and thoughts - I
Love
You
24/08/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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If only you knew Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
3rd place in the contest
It was written on the facebook wall
What was your goal, you have no soul
When you are armed,
with your charmed
You live inside a pink bubble
have no feelings of trouble
A love poem to someone you've never met ... gee
Take a cup of green Japanese tea
Getting cheated isn’t fun
It's a sticky situation for everyone
You've gone too far
You are happily married - au revoir
Don't blame the tea, you ought to have seen
That everything became so incredible stupid and green
14.03.2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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"Green" Humor Contest
Sponsored by: Carolyn Devonshire
4th place in the contest
Dating a beautiful redhead girl will be the greatest moment of my life. She’s like an Irish princess, even better. Her hair is so red, it’s as if she’s on fire. Her beautiful eyes are like a pair of emerald gems when I look at them. And her pale skin is as beautiful as pure, white snow. It seems to me that all attractive redheads are amazing, and most of all, they’re down to Earth. This redhead is also like a beautiful, Irish Princess, even from the Emerald Isle (Ireland). I never dated an attractive redheaded girl before, but it’s about time that I did. Plus, there are other beautiful redheads who are famous, like Kay and Danielle Panabaker, Emma Stone, Hayley Williams, Lindsay Lohan, Lily Cole, and others. Not to mention Julienne Moore, even though she’s happily married. I wouldn’t mind dating a beautiful redhead, but she has to be from the U.S. or Ireland. She’s like that redheaded warrior from Brave. She’ll be my Irish Princess one day (Irish girlfriend), and I’ll be her American prince (American beau). I say, if I were to get into a serious relationship with this attractive redhead, I won’t break her heart; I’d also be honest and truthful to her. I know that female redheads are sensitive and I also know that she doesn’t want to be brokenhearted. All I know is that if I fall in love with a redhead girl and I become infatuated with her, there’s just no telling.
Thirty-four years we've been married,
and our life together has been varied.
But our love just keeps growing,
so this I am knowing,
we'll be together until we're buried!
Now if that's not okay with you, dear,
let me make myself perfectly clear:
you are stuck with me like glue,
and there's nothing you can do.
So take that and stick it in your ear!
5/29/30
(Tomorrow is my wedding anniversary and the first limerick is truth. The 2nd limerick is just to be funny. No trouble in Paradise here, folks!)