Best My Husband And I Poems
When I went to bed last night, my hair was fairer,
Yet, when I looked at the mirror today, a stranger was there,
More grey than fair, I’m eccentric, I’m a poet for
Goodness’ sake, I say what I mean, and I mean I what I say,
So back to the hairdresser I am going today.
Some like it black, or red, even blue or green, my color is pink.
Chrisy, my dear, what have you done to my hair,
I wanted a whitish blonde, you are renowned for your flair.
Light pink will blend in with mine and complement the blonde,
Please say you will fix my color and do my hair as I want.
I needed to tell hubby about what I had decided to do,
I think it will look great, he said, so out to dinner we went,
Happy I had my answer, to the question of ‘should I’.
What a wonderful night, it was as if we were out on a first date,
My husband and I, who is my best friend, lover and mate.
We dined under a full moon and millions of stars,
My pink hair shimmering, maybe they think hubby had
Married the first alien woman from Venus or Mars,
I whispered this in my husband’s ear. There’s my poet he replied.
my husband and I used to argue
weeks after a verbal agreement should have been over
we were silly about it
heckling and harassing each other
over things that do not matter
ridiculously egging and goading
my husband told me a story about a soldier
the soldier kept beating his horse after it had died
his commanding officer said “the horse is dead, dismount”.
now when the argument reaches a silly stage
one of us yells “the horse is dead, dismount”
this has worked to end our idiocy for the last fifty years.
Love is something that's hard to explain.
You may feel overjoyed and dance in the rain.
Love may bring tears that often come with pain.
Your lifelong partner can drive you insane!
Real love goes much deeper than pretty brown eyes,
We are often fooled by people and lies.
I grow to love you more with each passing day.
The demons in my past are surely fading away.
I now have a love who is my best friend,
I know this love is real. I don't have to pretend.
We reach out to each other by simply holding one's hand.
Look what God has done! Let's make footprints
in the sand.
Today, you become my husband and I am now your wife.
I will always be grateful God placed you into my life.
We are no longer two people but are now one.
We both remember how this all begun.
As we exchange rings and seal it with a kiss,
Had we not found each other look what we would have missed!
I love you Scott Bridges
Special thanks to cdff for ur Christian dating service
I can walk through the darkness without light for
I know you will be standing at the edge of night
as sure as the lighthouse does in it's trusted plight.
Render to me the safety of your eager, loving arms
and lend me your ever present and tender charm.
Your perfect touch and warm, and passionate stare
makes me long for your honest and loyal care.
Never shall I ever be afraid of what comes in this life
not as long as you are my husband and I your wife.
Alone In The Dressing Room: Just Before Curtain Up
Oh Yes! My career!.. It's behind me.
And the bright lights I’d worked so hard for
Now they’ve airbrushed my face
That looks so out of place
On that poster they’ve stuck to my door.
My name is no longer top billing
It’s been pushed further down out of view
By some rich kid who blogs
From his channel of vlogs
And gets paid just to like all this too.
The curtain goes up in five minutes
But I think it should really stay down
They haven’t a clue
What real actors do
On the stage in this backwater town.
I’m the oldest guy here in this cesspit
And this dressing room’s cramped and too cold
The 'luvvies' will shout
That I’ve sadly sold out
Unlike seats for this show so I’m told.
I’m supposed to walk out there all happy
To some kids who just couldn’t care less
And keep 'doing my thing'
And get them to sing
- I’m washed out, fed up and a mess.
A Knock On The Dressing Room Door: Not Long After Curtain Down
I just wanted to say a big 'Thank You!'
The three of us had a great time
I’m not sure where to start
So I’ll speak from my heart
We loved you and your great pantomime.
My husband and I brought our ill son
And now value what laughter is worth
We saw sickness displaced
By wide smiles on his face
Despite his short time left on earth.
You brought us much joy, light and comfort
From the stage to the seats where we sat
No medicine or pills
Can cure our son's ills
But for two hours - tonight - you did that!
A funny thing happened on the way to the john,
I rounded a bend and there sat my young son
Who whined and fussed to be picked up and nursed
So I had to oblige though I quietly cursed.
I continued my quest for some bladder relief
Whilst feeding my baby, supreme mother and chief
When I passed the front door, boob out, zipper down
And there stood our pastor, with an uncomfortable frown.
I tucked and I zipped, then red-faced I said, “Hi.”
He said, “I just stopped for your donated pie.”
Baby under one arm, I retrieved the said pie
And proudly returned with baked good held up high.
But the baby was squirmy and sun in my eyes
So I tripped on the dog, who is almost my size
And that’s when I found out that cherry pie flies
Right into the face of the good Reverend Wise.
Which was not a bad thing, and I do not jest
Because my little boy had pulled out my breast!
And my bladder gave up, the poor little fellow,
As I landed and sat in a puddle of yellow!
So I never did make it to the bathroom that trip
And I had to make up to our poor puppy Skip.
My son, just like always, got his milk and his way
And my husband and I became Jewish that day!
Mr. Meow Our Kitty Comic
While talking to our neighbor one day
Our cat Mr. Meow rubbed up against my leg
“Oh there is Saffron.” our neighbor said
“No, No, you must be misled
That is our tabby cat, Mr. Meow”
The neighbor shook her head and raised her eyebrow
“He has lived with us for about a year
We call him Mr. Meow since meowing is what we constantly hear
He followed my husband around the yard one day
We thought he was a stray and decided to let him stay”
“No, he was born next door
With several brothers and sisters on the shed floor”
Just then mama kitty walked up to Mr. Meow and they rubbed noses
Our yards were separated by a few trees and a bed of roses
“We got all his shots at the vet”
“We did too the day after we met”
We started laughing and our neighbor said, “What a little comic mess
Saffron alias Mr. Meow, the little con can be your cat I guess”
Mr. Meow, we discovered was a comedian
My husband and I were his biggest fans
To get our attention he would do a little prance
A hunched back like a Halloween cat dance
Many a day he brought us gifts, birds and rabbits
Without success we tried to break his serial killer habits
Laughing at him was what he liked most
Of course, he could be distracted by a piece of pork roast
During his sixteen years he learned to sit on command
He seemed to realize our dog Boodro got treats if he obeyed demands
We can't help but smile as we think of him
Our beloved tabby comic who always made us grin
My story is quite simple
My husband and I had been faithfully
Correctly using birth control for almost 13 years
We’d forgotten it only once
Resulting in the birth of our second child in 2005
However, in spite of proper use
Birth control failed again in 2015
After learning I was pregnant for the 3rd time
My husband and I sat down to discuss our options
What a new child would mean for our family
Money was tight, our marriage was struggling, and at nearly 40
I didn’t feel that I could handle another pregnancy and childbirth
At the end of our discussion
My husband said,
“We’ve never considered this before, but do you want this child?”
I replied simply, “No.”
He said he didn’t either, but that he’d support any decision I made.
At the end of our discussion
Even though it was his child
He recognized that the decision was ultimately mine
Living in Nevada, we didn’t have to deal with unreasonable restrictions
There were no protesters to meet us at the clinic
The only obstacle we faced
No providers in the area took my insurance
We had to pay the $500 out of pocket
I made the appointment for that Thursday
So that I wouldn’t miss any work
Less than a week after discovering I was pregnant
At the clinic
I received a trans-l ultrasound to verify how far along I was: 4 weeks.
The blastocyst was about the size of a sesame seed
Exactly what it looked like
At such an early stage
A medical abortion was my only option
I took the first pill at the clinic
Was told most women don’t start bleeding heavily
Until after taking the second pill the next day
I’m not most women
Started bleeding heavily enough
I had to leave work early Friday
The pain didn’t start until after I took the second pill
It hurt, but was no worse than cramps amplified by food poisoning
I was glad for the pain medication the doctor had prescribed me
Then, it was over
I bled for about 3 weeks and then everything returned to normal.
I admit some initial doubt that we were making the correct decision
Was willing to accept that doubt
After about a year, that doubt has disappeared
During the process
I didn’t feel alone because my husband was right there with me
My husband and I got a new RV.
A camouflage Polaris. No small fee!
Atop a mountain hubbie took that thing,
then stopped to rest himself beneath a tree.
He got up in a while, then made a groan.
It would not start; furthermore, his phone
was out of area. What could he do?
He stayed up on the mountain all alone.
At last somebody helped my husband, so
he was able then to get a tow,
which cost a lot of money. Anyway,
I hope next time he starts it, it will go!
The next day hubbie’s back looked really sick
because he’d had the janky luck to pick
up something as he lay beneath the tree -
it was an ugly big blood-sucking tick!
Nov. 3, 2016
True story from July 2016
for Tanis Troutman's Your Last Janky Experience Poetry Contest
The greatest holiday gift I've received,
the love he has given freely to me.
This gift lasts long after days of December,
in every shared moment, through ashes and embers.
His hand in my hand brings fever divine.
The flush of my cheeks with his lips upon mine.
The whispers we share in the dark never wane.
Gifts from his heart bring life to the mundane,
the light in his eyes when he looks at my face,
his smile, his touch, the warmth of his embrace.
With the gift of his love every day,
I receive the joy of a new holiday.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 1/10/2012
*This is the first poem I posted on PS. It was written for my husband, and I entered it in my first PS contest (The Greatest Holiday Gift I Ever Received). It only place twelfth, but I was thrilled to place at all!
He gets up at 4 a.m, and puts on his ACU’s
And laces up his combat boots
He is my man, this is my life
For I am a soldiers wife
He means the world to me
He is my hero and who I want to be
When he is gone and I am all alone
I have a lot to shoulder
He is my man, he is a soldier
I miss him so much that inside I ache
Sometimes, I wonder if my heart will break
When I cry, I cry to myself, alone
I keep focused and charge ahead
All the while sleeping alone in our big cold bed
He is my husband, and I am his wife
I couldn’t be prouder of his chosen life
Even as I cry
When I kiss him goodbye
I know what he does, he does for us
To keep us safe and to sleep in peace through the night
It’s hard to not hold him or kiss him goodnight
To not hear I love you and it will be alright
It’s so hard living here on my own
But I know that he will be coming home
I cry myself to sleep each and every night
All the while knowing that he may have to fight
Defending our freedom
In some far away land
I know we will make it, because we are meant to be
I feel it deep down inside when he says he loves me
I think of him every moment of every day
And I know he is thinking of me when he is away
He is my man, this is my life
For I am a soldiers wife.
We always wanted a wife, my husband and I.
He wanted one he could order about.
Laugh. Snort. Snarl. Growl….
I wanted one to do the dishes.
We always envisioned her as willing to help, my husband and I.
He wanted her to do his bidding, carry his food to him on trays.
Snort. Chuckle. Laugh. Throwing back my head in full wolf woman howl.
I wanted her to vacuum the house.
We always wanted a wife, to order about.
To act as a maid, to cook us good food. To care about grocery shopping.
My husband and I have had this dream for a long time.
There have been no applicants.
We lament about it sometimes, sighing deeply.
Usually in the evenings when we are arguing
about whose turn it is to feed the cat.
Friends lost & friends gained
As memories begin to fade
A world created just for us
A world that best friends share, that's us
You draw, I write, together we created our life
Years gone and more to come
For your my husband and I your wife
Together we made this life
Together now, together than, together forever
You and me
My dearest friend
Winter Love
As we lay in each other’s arms in peaceful sleep,
my husband and I,
the warm walls keep out the embrace of the night
chilly of winter.
Whistling icy wind moves as the magnetism
of winter piles the spinning feathery snow over the ground.
We wake at dawn to orange and red streak clouds
hovering over the blue open heaven,
the sun’s out stretching arms,
and blinding glistening brightness
of snow-covered hills and ground,
and the crisp air.
So, inviting the feathery ice flakes for play.
Woolen sock hats and chattering teeth,
tingling fingertips in wet mittens,
slush inside snow boots.
The warm fireplace draws us near
its charm around its cozy gold ember
crackling fire, away from the cold
welcoming bathing warmth of comfort.
The warm fireplace draws us near
its charm around its cozy gold ember
crackling fire, welcoming bathing warmth of comfort,
away from the cold.
2/17/2022
Winter Love Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: JCB Brul
When I was 12 weeks pregnant
my husband and I found out news
News that would change our lives
Shake our entire foundation.
My first son
my loved
Wanted
Long-waited for child
had local exstrophy
During what we thought was a routine checkup
We found out that his lower abdominal wall had not formed correctly
He had a mass as big as his head between his little legs
In the ultrasound
I could barely see his legs because of it
His tiny feet were already clubbed
His spinal cord was tethered
The doctor told us he would never walk or have a functioning bladder
A week later
The situation worsened
We found out his kidneys weren’t working
His lungs wouldn’t develop
After eagerly preparing for our first son
My husband and I
Found out he would die by suffocation upon delivery
If he survived that long
Faced with horrible and difficult odds
My husband and I did what we knew
What was best for our son
Our family
We made the decision to end the pregnancy through abortion
My husband and I loved our first son and wanted him dearly
We named him Thomas
I will forever mourn him
The decision to have an abortion challenged my beliefs around life
My faith
But I have never for a second doubted
This was the right thing to do for myself
My family
Especially Thomas
06122020