Best Remarried Poems
A slight hint of consternation was in her voice,
“Why did you tell those people I’m deaf and dumb?”
“I never said you were deaf, my Dear.”
She laughed, but I kinda felt like a bum.
Hell. It was just a joke.
One evening, she asked, “Will you love me if I get chubby?”
I responded, “Of course I still love you.
It would take much more than pounds and cellulite
To make me fall out of love…it’s true.”
Hell. It was just a joke.
“Would you remarry if I die before you?” she asked.
I said, “No…probably not…I’ve been spoiled by you.”
“But you’ve been a great husband. I think you should.”
“Whatever happens, happens is the best I can do.”
“If you remarried, would you play golf with your new wife?
And would you let her use my clubs?” she demanded.
I calmly smiled and said, “Your clubs are safe.
You see, my Dear…she’s left handed.”
Hell. It was just a joke.
Then, she whined and whined about her butt.
I responded, “Want to knock some inches off that ass?
It may sound strange, but I heard it works….
Rinse all your panties in Slim Fast.”
Hell. It was just a joke.
The next day, I readied for work, took ‘undies’ from my drawer.
They were engulfed in a fog of white, why I didn’t know.
So, I asked, “Honey! Why did you put talcum powder on my shorts?”
She slyly smiled, “That’s not talcum powder. That’s Miracle Gro.”
Hell. It was just a joke....I guess.
So, what is my wife’s most endearing feature?
Her sense of humor.... there’s no doubt.
Always a smile where angst or anger might have been,
A smile I never want to be without.
WHO IS JACK SCHITT?
The lineage is finally revealed.
Many people are at a loss for a response when someone says,
"You don't know Jack Schitt."
Now you can intellectually handle the situation.
Jack is the only son of Awe Schitt and O. Schitt.
Awe Schitt, the fertilizer magnate married O. Schitt, the owner of Needeep N. Schitt Inc. They had one son, Jack.
In turn Jack Schitt married Noe Schitt and the deeply religious couple had 6 children: Holie Schitt, Fulla Schitt, Giva Schitt, Bull Schitt and the twins, Deap Schitt and Dip Schitt.
Against her parents objections, Deap Schitt married Dumb Schitt, a high school drop out.
After 15yrs. of marriage, Jack and Noe Schitt divorced.
Noe Schitt later remarried Ted Sherlock and because her kids were living with them she wanted to keep her previous name. She was then known as Noe Schitt-Sherlock.
Meanwhile, Dip Schitt married Loda Schitt and they produced a son of nervous disposition, Chicken Schitt.
Two other of the 6 children, Fulla Schitt and Giva Schitt who were inseparable throughout childhood subsequently married the Happens brothers in a dual ceremony. The wedding announcement in the newspaper announced the Schitt-Happens wedding. The Schitt-Happens children were: Dawg, Byrd and Hoarse. Bull Schitt, the prodigal son, left home to tour the world and recently returned home from Italy with his new Italian bride, Pisa Schitt.
So now when someone says, "You don't know Jack Schitt." , you can correct them because you most certainly do.
FAMILY HISTORY RECORDED BY CROCK O. SCHITT INC.
My 60’s
My 60’s
meant childhood.
Unaware of changing mores
or real significance of
Kennedy’s assassination,
three sisters
and I
were transplanted
to Mom’s childhood Iowa farm until
she remarried. Though poor, we had
good times!
Our family,
now ten souls, adapted, struggling, while
soldiers fought abroad. Civil unrest was
little known to me. I enjoyed
summers, friendships, radio, kiss in ‘69 -
Moon walk/ childhood’s end.
Free love, hippies, LSD
eluded me.
I thrived!
By Andrea Dietrich
Inspired by nette onclaud's Contest:
"Magic of Decade's Moods"
My Darling,
I fear my time is near and there are some things I must say. I have loved you from the first time I set eyes upon you across the room. Even though my heart was breaking I cried tears of sorrow and of joy at the same time for I lost the love of my life while she gave birth to her love of her life.
Now I never remarried for you made my life complete.I watched you grow up and change from a little girl into a woman and if I stay I know I will only be in the way. I am bed ridden and can't even take control of my pipe so what good would I be when the grandchildren come in to see me. I look off in the distance I can see her.
She smiles at me and she still looks like she did the day she went away she told me she would wait for me so don't delay.
I hesitate to leave you my love but he did ask for you hand and I hope he's a good man. If he doesn't treat you well he better know your parent will be looking down to see all below. Live happy love well and above all be blessed. For I wish the lord dwell in you house as he did in mine.
My Best Friend in the world.
My one true love,
Daddy
T.Bernard 9/14/14
My Granny
My Granny's name was Edna
But no one could say it
So they called her Bonnie
And she was
My Granny watered her ferns with Disprin
Every Saturday morning
She said it made them flourish
And it did
My Granny slept with four pillows
Every night
She said it stopped her snoring
But it didn't
My Granny drove a yellow Anglia to town
Wearing her best hat
She said it went too fast
And it did
My Granny loved her Sherry a lot
All the time
She said that she didn't
But she did
My Granny only saw happiness in the world
She took me everywhere beautiful
Whenever she could
And she did
My Granny lost her husband at 44
She never remarried
She said she wouldn't
And she didn't
My Granny loved me very much
And told me all the time
She said I would be a writer
And I am
My Granny died in hospital
From Pneumonia at 84
She said you've been a brick Darling
And I was
My Granny was a special person
She was kind to everyone
I told her I loved her whenever I could
And I always will
Naomi and her family departed from Bethleham Judah the land of milk and honey
in the midst of a famine as they were unable to earn any money
so on to the region of Moab they ventured and prospered to some degree
until Naomi lost her husband and both sons and was left alone to grieve
to her daughters-in-law she told them both to their families they should go back
but one daughter-in-law Ruth refused to let their relationship come under attack
she told Naomi I will never leave you nor forsake you
I will stay by your side no matter what we have to go through
your people will be my people, your God will be my God
and wherever you choose to travel you and I will never part
with loyalty, love and devotion Ruth needed Naomi in her life
in order for her to develop a relationship with our Lord Christ
now worshipping God together placing their fate in His hands
for this was a divine hook-up that the Lord our God had planned
Now Naomi needed Ruth too but was too afraid to admit it
as she felt she had been forsaken by the presence of the Holy Spirit
but God was in the midst of that relationship from the very start
He had destined that Ruth and Naomi would never, ever part
for when women worship God great relationships are made in life
with loyalty, love and devotion in the name of Jesus the Christ
In the course of your life there will be people whom you need and require
to help you to be all that you can be in the way that God desires
the clarifiers in your life will help you to see what is your mission
the collaborators in your life will encourage you to come to a decision
the confronters in your life will nag you and stay in your face
while the comforters in your life if they're of God will help you find your place
then the celebrators in your life will help you to rejoice in your victory
with the spirit of love, devotion and a godly loyalty
Now Ruth went on to get remarried but kept Naomi as a member of her household
for their relationship was a divine hook-up that was under God's control
for when women worship God great relationships last an eternity
Naomi and Ruth a divine hook-up of love, devotion and loyalty
his human name was Albert Francis Simmons
he was born in Detroit
his mom was a devil worshipper ... his dad was in sales
Albert was intelligent
he became a decorated Marine Officer
and joins the Secret Service
later, part of Central Intelligence Agency
the NSA, NSG and a skilled assassin
Albert was married to Wanda Blake for many years
very happy but with no children ... just a dog
and they accepted that
however, their destiny would take a dark turn
on a secret mission Albert is murdered
he is set on fire and is burnt to death
and is sent to Hell
where he makes a deal with the Devil
he agrees to become the creature Hell Spawn
and returns to earth after five years
he wanders confused and haunted by flashbacks
his body covered in scars
he finds out that Wanda has remarried
his friend Terry, he visits their home in disguise
and becomes their protector
only because of Wanda ... who later gives birth to twins
Spawn becomes a cruel, sadistic anti-hero
and has battles with Heaven, Hell, and Earth
his suit is made of Necroplasm from the fires of Hell
and his massive flowing red cape ... his protective wings
his huge right and left legs are heavily armored
a mask covers his burnt deformed face
he is a dark force with superhuman strength
immortal, skilled fighter, demonic, healer, mind controller
Spawn helps Terry when he is trouble with the CIA
he finds their daughter Cyan when she goes missing
he donates money anonymously to the hospital
where Wanda is creating a children's wing
he has battles on Earth, Heaven and Hell
those battles far to numerous to be retold here or
to list in this poem but they are many, many
oh, beware for Hell Spawn dwells here on earth
when God informs Spawn that Wanda is dead
and in Hell ... he goes back to Hell to save her
and her unborn child who are being held by Satan
their only chance is if he trades his protective suit
does he ?
his earthly grave is empty .. his wife terrified of him
for he is truly a dark spawn of the Devil
but, somewhere in his fragmented memories is love
for his wife Wanda
_________________
March 28, 2023
Written for the contest, Spawn
sponsor, Robert James Liguori
I am dying day-by-day
But still I want to live one more day
To change the system of our country
To change the thinking of our human brains
I am from a backward caste
With many hopes and with torn clothes
Still I am first in the class
But nobody want to sit beside me
I am alone and the race is with me
That day I already died
But still I want to live one more day
To change the caste system
To change the human thinking
When I was 19
A girl loved me sincerely
She want to live her whole life with me
And she never bothered about my caste and religion
My love went in deep and deep
Where our souls cannot be seperated
But our religions came in between
She is muslim and I am hindu
Their parents bet us badly
And seperated forever
She married someother
And I died once again
Still I want to live one more day
To change the differences in religions
To establish a new religion called human religion
A widow in my village
Who's husband died in her young age
I want to give her a new life
I thought to marry her
This village people against me and her
Saying a widow cannot be remarried
She should stay alone for the whole life
I tried a lot to get her
But I finally failed
And I died once again
But still I want to live one more day
To change these superstitious believes
To change the human nature
I am dying day-by-day
But still I want to live one more day
She's only 9 years old and cries out in despair.
All she wants is for her mum to be there.
Her dad has remarried and doesn't give a damn,
But he puts on this façade that he's a great man.
“Dear God,” she's asked, “why me?” as tears stream down.
“What have I done to deserve this, please take me to mum!”
She doesn’t believe in fairy-tales, they never come true,
as her life is a fairy-tale in reverse, stuck with morose views.
I look up and questioned God “why is life so unfair?
This innocent child feels that no one cares.
Talking about death at this young age.
What has frightened this child to get to this stage?”
Her dad cares about money and status all the time
While his beautiful daughter just gets let behind.
Forgetting that she just needs his love and care
Instead she fends for herself with silent tears.
She’s only nine years old yet growing up so fast.
Wondering how long this dreadful life will last.
“Dear God,” She prays, “Please take me away.
I want to be with mum than live another day.”
Contest: It shouldn't hurt to be a child
Sponsor: Becca Teagan
Date: 06-04-2016
WHALING SHIP CAPTAIN"S LOVER part 3
Now Jorgie met a new love
He begged to make her wife
First, they’d fetch her small boy
to start a fresh new life.
So East they went to Minot
To find her cousin there
But when they came to his big house
His smile for them was spare.
The cousin was not happy
To relinquish that fine boy
He said his wife would waste away
Without her greatest joy
And Jorgie, solemn, studied them
The woman and the child &
Wept with great compassion
Her broken heart ran wild.
Determined to do justice
Twas no one she could blame
Jorgie hugged the boy good bye
Her soul in raging flame.
She bid the woman love him
And tell him she was aunt
And with her newfound husband, John,
Departed pale and gaunt.
Now John, he was a good man
Who worshiped his new wife
They agreed to keep a secret
About her former life
And so away the years passed
Son came after son
Jorgie had a fresh life
They built a solid home.
Each month she mailed the letters
To the ‘cousin’ in the west
She parceled up the photos
true siblings in their best
But Sadness haunted Jorgie’s eyes
She tried to hide it well
But her husband knew her---
She had him in her spell.
So sad she was and so forlorn
He needed to confide
To someone who could help him
to cheer his cherished bride.
And so he told his sister
His wife had longed to see
From her past her loved ones---
Her own sweet family.
So sister Lena planned a scheme—
For Jorgie wild and free
the gift would be a great surprise
And John he did agree.
They would take the children
Aboard the westbound train
Jump the train at Minot
To see the boy again.
Wait they must til autumn
For Jorgie twas the best
In May would be a newborn babe
Nuzzling at her breast
Then hit the plague of ‘17
Entire towns were dead—
And in their midst was Jorgie--
With her newborn-- cold, in bed.
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Note: Jorgie : (pronounced Yor’ gee) was a nickname
Her name: Sena Jorgine Larsen
My father’s mother. The baby named Clara. My was nearly 4 when they died. His father, John Anderson—Jorgie’s husband , never remarried. He lived to be in his 70’s. His sister, my great aunt, Lena Anderson Hildebrandt, told me this story in 1971.
PS THERE IS ANOTHER PART TO THIS IF ANYONE WANTS TO READ IT LET ME KNOW. I DON'T WANT TO BORE ANYONE TO DEATH! vat
Dad’s mother never recognized me
She would just lie in bed before a TV
And I always wondered why she blankly stared
At a screen filled with snowy images, as if she never cared
In my childhood years, I couldn’t relate
How grandma had reached this dreadful state
I thought of her as oblivious and introverted
But she’d been that way since her husband deserted
Dad was but four and his sister one
When the family unit came undone
There were times grandma would glance at photos by her bed
Faded images of ancestors long dead
It wasn’t until I was twelve years old
On a Christmas Day with temperatures cold
That my father received the distressing call
And down his face a tear did fall
The call from a half-brother he’d never known
Bore a message that chilled Dad to the bone
“Our father’s gone,” this stranger said
Dad turned and related, “Your grandfather’s dead.”
At the funeral we met uncles Bob and Tom
Upon viewing the casket, we strove to remain calm
This man who looked so much like Dad
Had remarried without divorcing, yet we were sad
A bigamist who’d left his wife to waste away
Heavy on my heart, grandma’s plight did weigh
Now I knew why her mind had been cast adrift
And why through old memories she’d always sift
Dad treated grandma with compassion and respect
But upon her death, Dad did reflect
On his only childhood memory of joy
A trip with his father to Coney Island for a four-year-old boy
*Entry for Carol’s “Memories of Grandma or Grandpa” contest
Dear Daddy,
I remember when I was little,
there was nothing I looked forward to more,
than dinnertime coming around,
and hearing your voice at the door.
Everyone always knew you were my world,
I always knew I was your babygirl.
Growing up led us through some tough times,
a broken home and only seeing you once a week.
Then mommy went to heaven,
and you laid with me as I cried myself to sleep.
In my eyes you were the world,
at 9 years old I was still your babygirl.
I remember it like yesterday,
something inside you changed.
You starting bringing around strange women,
to you it seemed like a game.
While me and my brother stood by,
watching at all at such a young age.
But nonetheless it never changed the fact,
that you were my dad,
and I loved you more than anything in the world.
Once you began treating those other kids,
better than your own,
your true colors were shown.
I never thought I'd see the day that I had hate for you,
because you were once my world,
as naive as I was, so young and not strong enough,
I forgave you time and time again.
Your daughter still loved you more than anything in the world,
even if she wasn't your babygirl.
The day you remarried, I knew it was close to the end.
It wasn't but a few months later our once close relationship,
had faded.
We had become strangers,
because you chose her over your babygirl,
but I still loved you more than anything in the world.
That day came when she was strong enough,
and she knew all hope was long gone.
At 18 years old, she turned her back,
and never came back home.
She still loved you more than anything in the world,
but she couldn't let herself feel that,
Through the hurt you created inside.
Here I am now, nearly 24 years old,
and we speak less and less.
As much as I'd like it not to be true,
you were will always be my first love,
and I love you more than anything in the world.
Love your BabyGirl.
Hollywood couples in their own dramatic way
Are like characters in a Shakespearean play
To be or not to be
That was the question you see
When they first met on the set of the "Anthony and Cleopatra" movie
But it was double double toil and trouble
When their romance began to bubble
She was a beautiful and glamorous star
Admired by fans from near and far
But their relationship was like a war
Leaving them wounded,with emotional scars
He loved his women and his booze
Painkillers is what she liked to use
They both seemed to have the blues
They would have nasty breakups
Then he would buy her million dollar diamonds to make up
Though his love for her was deep
She was not his to keep
They got married , then divorced
Then they remarried, of course
that one ended too, just like the first
He played many parts in his career in showbiz
But the best part he ever had was being married to Liz
~~
Richard Burton And Elizabeth Taylor
Goodbye Mom, my two older brothers cried.
1930 – I was born, our mother died.
1932 - Daddy remarried, careworn
yet in time three more daughters were born.
Goodbye, peace and home, So long,
1941, Japan attacked British Hong Kong,
the day after they attacked Pearl Harbor.
We all had to leave, Dad stayed, the martyr.
Goodbye, Daddy, he remained in Kowloon.
1942, his life was taken, way too soon
In Santo Tomas, were the rest of his clan
1942, in prison, my youngest sister’s life began.
Goodbye, to friends who were starved to death;
so close we came to our own last breath.
1945, wrought our liberation
then we found out that Daddy was gone.
Goodbye, Philippines, Goodbye China.
Eight refugees headed to Canada,
where mom’s folks met their new kin.
Seven children just about did them in.
Goodbye, Grams, shouting Hosanna,
praise God, he sent us to Indiana.
Mom got a job at a children’s home;
no longer would we have to roam.
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Goodbye, Mother. She was ninety-seven,
2002, when God called her to heaven.
All seven children alive, with grandkids galore,
we know her new home will offer much more.
February 23, 2023
contest: Writing Challenge G Words
sponsor: Constance La France
*Santo Tomas was a university in Manila used a Japanese prison camp
during WW II housing 3,785 prisoners. This poem is a sequel to my earlier piece, Funeral, just posted February 17, 2023.
Through God's Grace
(with love for Barbara)
By Franklin Price
02/26/2023
Has been more than a year ago, when I lost you in my life.
I will never lose the memories. You are my dear departed wife.
The year we met each other, miracles would greet us soon.
God put us both together, and let man go to the moon.
Your life had been a little crazy, when you were young, and just a teen.
Your parents were divorced, and both, not often on the scene.
You grew up, and way too early, a shot-gun wedding was not fun.
You had a child, who died of SIDS, with husband number one.
He went off to war without you. That's how it was back in the day.
You traveled home from California, back to Florida to stay.
Your mother had remarried. Your step father was a jewel.
He loved you, as his very own, was supportive and not cruel.
The times, they were a-changing, and free love was everywhere.
I had been to Vietnam, and was divorced while I was there.
You were then with husband two, who was nothing but a cheat
When we met, you weighed but eighty-nine, was depressed and did not eat.
Your cheating husband worked with me. You might say he was a friend
I hated how he treated you. You got divorced, as was the trend.
We were attracted to each other. I know God pushed us along.
Before the year was over, we had sung the marriage song.
We were married in a baptist church, neither of us was a member
The preacher did not want to marry us, that's the way that I remember
My family is baptist. He married some of us before.
Some had ended in divorce. He was looking at the score.
He did not have to worry, for we did as we would vow.
Lived together, till death parted us, over a year ago from now.
For more than fifty years, we had, love given through God's grace.
Then Jesus called you home to Him, where you look upon His face.
My love for you will never leave me. We'll meet again on Heaven's shore.
I thank God for all the years we had, wish so much, they had been more.
I still have our daughter Dani, and granddaughters Bell and Lil
Also your brother Danny, in our hearts you're with us still.
Love always, Frank