Best Housewives Poems
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She comes here to PS in between breaks
After carefully giving her carpets the shakes
She's cooked and cleaned and gone out to shop
Chased after the kids till she's ready to drop
Worked at the office, then watched kids at play
Now it has come to the end of her day
He pats her bum, then passes out on the couch
She's fuming inside cause he’s such a slouch
Then it’s off to bed where he gives a quick hug
She's wondering if she can give him a slug
She wants him to woo her, initiate sex
“Oh, by the way,” he groans, “Did you feed Rex?”
She kicks the covers and jumps out of bed
“Turn out the light,” he yells; she just sees red.
She goes to her laptop to escape the scene
Words speak to her heart, the ones on the screen
"These men Soupers are... in love with words, too
They know how to please and be nice to you."
Their words are romantic, they seem larger than life
She continues to wonder, “Is HE nice to his wife?”
Or is this a world where nothing is real
There are no boundaries to what one can feel
Hubby’s in bed, and she shuts out his snore
But the guy on PS makes her heart soar!!
How can a man be expressive like this?
She wonders what he would be like to kiss
Such chivalry, charm, and such pure delight
Before she knows it…. she's up all the night
Got to get going, breakfast can’t be late
Her halo is slipping; no longer a saint
She wonders, "Why is hubby not into you?
The pressures of life have made him so blue."
But right before he walks out of the door
“Tonight, sugar plum, going to let out a roar!”
So she smiles and then giggles, “PS can wait..
Oh please God…don’t let hubby… come home too late!”
Eileen Manassian Ghali
The Real Housewives
Sorry
Reality T.V Housewives
What's that all about
Happy Wife
Happy life
Jesus Christ
Thank God for Nannies
And Cleaner's
And Make up Artist's
Imagine any of these
Without the 3 R's to fall back upon
Rich's
Rrendering
Rhinoplastey
And a cheating Husband
All of the diamonds and all the plastic surgeons
Can't polish a turd
Even if it's covered in gold
Mutton dressed as lamb
Doesn't make a housewife
Real housewives are loved not built
Are Mother's
Not Reality Consumerist martyrs
Dressed in overpriced garters
With fake teeth
Fake smile's
Fake Boobs
And even faker marriages
With bleached and trimmed undercarriages
Slam
Sham
Film flam
Acting like there **** don't stink
Because they are so full of botox
They can't even blink
Can only be watched with the aid of a stiff drink
The mind boggles
How low can we go
Watch the show
She gets up every morning - to get her husband off to work.
Once a kind and caring man - now such a hideous JERK!
She makes his breakfast, gets his coffee, and even makes him a lunch.
When he's finally out the door for the day - she grabs herself something to munch.
Taking care of the children, running errands, and the never ending chores.
Whatever happened to all the fun times - she used to have before?
She had dreams once too - oh - so long ago.
An awesome career, a college education - her knowledge on others to bestow!
She used to chat and gossip with many a friend.
Will she ever find the time to do this again?
Hubby's on the way home - dinner now to make.
She'd give pretty much anything - for a swim in the lake!
Sometimes all this stuff - she doesn't really seem to mind.
But here lately she definitely has - many an axe to grind!
If only he'd appreciate her - like he did before.
Maybe she'd quit trying to find ways - to even out the score!
Roses and the world’s fading into black
Every tear that falls from your eyes,
I set a wish aside for you
As I start to notice
the color of roses
growing brighter every year
I watched you fade in a matter of seconds
Nothing lasts forever
but minutes can be fragile
Time flies in such a creative fashion
when it’s giving me nothing and everything
all at once
Solidarity but it leaves you ambivalent
Looking for the anger displaced
but it turns out your sitting in it
Withered roses and everything all at once
Turns out we’re all grasping at straws
One inch from death at any minute
Nothing lasts forever but seconds can be fragile
Thorns and the world’s condescending
Innocence created from the color that’s fading
from how much you shine
I couldn’t hurt you with my life on the line
I think you’re forgetting how much I love you
Pain returns in uncertain ways
I think you’re forgetting how much I love you
You’re a saint in my mind
I can’t lie
It’s fading away to the depths of my mind
Roses and the world is fading
Everything is darker from the way that you shine
Everyone can see that regret is in your rear-view mirror,
leaving a life of failed passions behind
You know I think the world of you
You’re simply forgetting how much I love you
I couldn’t be more honest with a gun to my head
I think you’re forgetting I could never hurt you
It’s fading away to the depths of my mind
I can’t lie
You know you’re a saint in my eyes
Everyone else is telling you lies
I think you’re forgetting how much I love you
Everyone else is telling you lies
I think you’re forgetting how much I love you
Look like
The main reason we bury people
is because of the shell decomposed
If time went backwards
Santa was a country
dancer
Would undertakers take bodies back
to a crying family
and pay them
for letting them drive their newly deceased around
If time went backwards would God loose the idea of creation
Cats could jump backwards really high
What would a frog pig look like
Permits me i to juice our intro
Does the last person
Automatically bee the best at everything
If there was
Clear holes are more dangerous
Clearly E
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Yours are chomping
I kinda wanna see the sun stop
Call a lab or berate
the missing
Poisoning our mushrooms
What kills hope
The hopeless do
I hop in hopelessness
Why is a gorgeous word
I meant let’s take the question
Every why is it’s own entity
What if it’s screamed WHY
has a tragedy happened
Or whispered over a hand
Why not y
Why not always it’s rebuttal
I mention submarines but subtlety
Y starts with a double you
quite quiet quitely quietly
See if you think about it
was everything an it until it was named
Here Samael got a job for
There is these nasty ers
I am gonna send
I know your a bit weird
You can do what you want to them
For how long-I will get back to you
Sorry sometimes I have plays during my poetry
God -played by me
Lucifer- also played by me
Music and original score-was produced by silence
Hanging a hammock between the letter Y
Looking at the sky never concerned with the
Like this I am no question
Using a Y like a catapult
It’s question only reaching so far
Why would you leave me
Why would you
Why am I hear
I never wondered
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