Best Remarry 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.
FRAGILE
I watched my mother
Beautiful, petite, smart
Widowed at 28 with three small children
And people said, "Be extra good, your mother is fragile."
A blonde Jackie Kennedy,
Right down to the pill-box hat
The early 60s when women were pretty, songless birds
Protected in their husbands' split-level cages.
Remarry was the only way, "they" said
As she ran for public office, favored to win.
But he wouldn't have a wife that worked
Unless ironing his shorts three times to get it "right."
Glass is fragile. I found that out
As I heard him smashing it when he beat her at night.
Bones are fragile. I found that out
When mommy had broken fingers and toes after loud nights.
My mother was many things.
A victim. A woman. But fragile?
Mommy bird sang a song of invincibility
As she escaped her cage with five children in tow.
I have two girls of my own. Smart.
Beautiful. Compassionate. I am proud.
They know that fragile means breakable
And that women in our family are more steel than glass.
Fragile is for collectibles we buy and sell.
My mother taught me we cannot be owned.
Fragile is for birds without a voice.
But my mother sang, even if in a different key.
My mother was the strongest woman I ever knew.
I hope she looks down on her female descendants
And sees that one Jackie-like woman in a pill box hat
Inspired generations of decidedly non-fragile women.
January 26, 2017
The music stepped aside,
as the words cut in to dance
Painting the floor red
in lettered steps of eternity
To a song now consonant
in verses of celebration
Thoughts and feelings remarry
—in patterns of remembrance
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
I mourned the loss
Of the one that I loved,
I prayed for my wounds
To heal.
I prayed I too
Would be free of pain,
Never to hurt this way
Again.
When freedom came
I learned a new word,
And the new word
I learned is ME.
First it was I and
Then it was WE,
But after years it seemed
More like HE.
I did his laundry,
I had his kids,
I made his beakfast
And bed,
I packed his lunch,
Sent him off to work
And then I cleaned up
His mess.
I laughed at his jokes,
I cried at his woes,
I tried to kiss
All his cares away.
I sat and waited
For him to come home,
Day, after day, after
Day.
I slep next to this man,
For so many years,
And listened to him
Snore.
Then when the illness
Finally took him,
I swore there'd
Be no more.
And now they say
"Why don't you remarry?"
"Why do you live all
Alone?"
Then those memories
Flash through my mind,
And the answer I give them is
No!!
I don't mean to seem
Selfish,
I don't mean to seem
Coy,
But I choose to be Free of
Those cares, woes and tears,
And I want to be Free
To be ME!
Cile Beer
Bless you both written l995
What is love? Realizing people lie, disguising your true self to be more satisfying to one that is your so called purpose in life to hope one day you become husband and wife, But deep down your body is crying slowly dying refining fearing of what they’re are doing at any given time.
What is love? Sharing hugs having long walks talking till your mouth drops listening to please the one you oh so need. Buying gifts and then giving a warm kiss. But knowing one day it leaves you i the dust where you stay and rust.
What is love? One day getting married to come to a realize one day one must be buried and sometimes we just remarry. Getting divorce weakening the others lively force.
What is love? A sexual lust, a must have, a crave a faster way to get laid Spending money on your honey Hoping to get lucky soon then leave in heart beat. Coming to a realize you miss them come back begging on your knees pleading to take you back so they can be back-stabbed by the fact you are a monster who lacks the quality of being with one instead of of them all.
What is love? Beating your spouse to show who is man of the house leaving one day thinking the baby will be okay because maybe they are better off without you or they doubt you. Folks love is a hokes leaves are body in an ache making or souls disintegrate with pain and torturing. I lost love for it is a distraction an unsolvable fraction of life in which it make us restless. We love that we may fill the holes that make our hearts ache, but in reality love is dull and dull cannot heal souls. What is love?
I am deserted aged man,
Searching something,
Fills my lonesome life;
Sitting in chair outside bungalow,
With 4 luxury rooms and 5 maids;
Surrounded by virgin mountains,
All greenery exhilarating view;
fluttering cool dancing lake,
making vibrant teasing sound;
birds sitting on tree too don't spare,
Sing a song " O' lonely lovelorn man,
impish world isn’t for you;
It's for couple live in love;
We watch you sit all alone watching us,
We sing and revel in pair;
Cool breeze too attacking me,
Says, you are so cool,
Bring someone who warms you up;
you lonely worth no mountains,
it’s a heaven meant for family man;
You can't savor nature's bliss,
unless U’r happy man;
promising thoughts blew my mind,
I have no one share my thoughts,
In this old age,
have no one I can live for;
Not even kids,
they send greetings full of stupid quotes,
And say thank you papa,
you are inspiration of life,
In all occasions receive
junk greeting cards,
Sometimes dump them In waste bin,
I lived for wife and for kids,
Did not remarry was a mistake;
life is Sahara totally dry;
In old age no one wants,
How long carry old age curse;
Many aged suffer,
severe life worst than me;
they dump aged in old age home,
send rubbish greetings,
Happy birthday, father’s day,
Happy Christmas happy new year,
sparks pain of already injured;
World is mean live or not,
They don't care;
Greeting cards are no worth,
You stupids don't know,
Aged man only needs,
Someone listen the story I have;
we aged need no much,
but good memories and
a glimpse of kids to live rest of life...
A loving beautiful mother,
A responsibly caring father,
A bit moody, yet, affectionate sister,
And me the Very Important member;
All I can imagine is a beautiful tree,
Our home was just like a nest on it.
We were like sparrows carefree, happy,
Praying, playing, sharing, caring…
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It was then the terrible tempest blew.
As though just to destroy our nest!
‘Cardiac arrest’, they said.
My mother died on the way to the hospital.
I was three and unaware of many events.
Except the wailing and weeping;
All I could remember most is -
That scene of my father holding me,
And showing my mother in the tomb,
Shedding streams of tears and telling me:
‘This is your mother. See here for the last time.
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Ours is a nuclear family,
My father had now dual responsibility.
Uncles and aunts convinced him,
And almost haunted him to remarry…
“I will not”, he said, “I will live for my kids,
Joys or pains – I will share with them every bit.”
These words he kept up
Till the end of his death
His highest moment of contemplation,
Was just lying on my mother’s tomb…
Thus crying and wailing and weeping
When I was just eight he went away too.
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Though I feel I have cried enough,
For my father’s death later;
And my tears are now amply dried,
Thinking of and thanking his love and care;
Though time has cured much of my wounds,
The scene of my paternal uncle,
Shedding streams of tears and telling me:
‘This is your father. See him for the last time.
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Tears Brim-fill my eyes even today…
09 June 2021
A Tender Moment From Childhood Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Malabika Ray Choudhury
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 felt like a bum.
Then, 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 or be untrue.”
“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.”
Nero fiddled while Rome burning
A poet dead at home while singing
There lived a poet,a fisherman
In pain of cancer the hangman
No cure, beyond medication
A radio recorder,his last requisition
His spouse acquired it in no time to wait
Disposing a wardrobe,the only home mate
Lying his head on her laptop
Recording voice hurried up
Born a poem in pain of labour disturbing peace
"My heart is beating today in a rapid pace
Don't know it's calling bell for my demise
You took care of me all the time,my wife,in wise
River is flooded,sudden like a broken pipe
When the crop is still in ripe
The lives of you three on the point of knife
The lives of you three on the point of knife
My dreams crashed to pieces like a broken wind screen
Waving death near the bed is red not green
My last breath to cease before dusk
Darling,announce my demise to the village, in no luck
God bless you! in battle and the two little in kick
God bless you! In battle and the two little in kick
Nothing is left to consume at home
Without bothering others dome
Darling,carry our children in the path all went bright
Wipe out your grief in this belief at least to slight
No belongings saved for the death to grab along
No kith and kin with kind belong
No harm,hurry,
Remarry!
If the road is remote for you to drive and carry
If the road is remote for you to drive and carry
What to do at this late?
No gates found to get out of fate
Time has come nigh for my journey from this earth
You be my spouse also in my next of birth
Children..............,............!
Neighbors in vigilance of the pin drop silence proceeded
To witness the poet and his wife lying dead before the poem concluded
They found the radio still tuning in full scale
A poem in Sinhala in it told an untold tale
The whole village cried like rain with gale
The purpose of Nobel prize is in total fail!
crowded places…
nameless faces
Families amble past…
I just try to walk fast
I bow my head so they can’t see…
my face makeup free
some are enthralled…
by this busy mall
but I keep walking…
and hope no one is talking
about a lady who shops by herself…
an old woman who belongs on a shelf
free of the fleeting fantasy…
that I will ever be more than a casualty
a woman whose husband died young…
and by his death she still feels stung
decades passed, I chose not to remarry…
life alone seems dreadfully scary
*Entry for Paula’s “Unease” contest
In the Olden days when we wear grasses,
When we dance naked under the rain,
When we were cooking grasses as drug,
When we have no fear in us and fear never
Haunt us just like the way it does now.
We were fine and good to go in the world.
In the olde days when life was for the brave
You marry as many wives as you want
There was no trouble for our fathers but now
When a man marries one wife he can't cope with her.
We are lost and lost in the wood of life.
In the olden days when mothers were wives,
When girls were girls without dirty minds
When wives were wives that never nag,
I should've married then than now that we have
men as women beating their husband at home.
In the days of old, when motor was not invented,
We were fine with horses and camels that never
Had an accident like vehicles does now to us.
Those days when we have no radio and television,
The heads of our youths were at home to impact.
In the olden days when we knew nothing,
We were nothing and nothing knew us;
We were good with throwing of arrows
And killing animals for food but now,
We are killed by the so called canned food.
We played with girls without anything in mind,
The elders removed their wrapper in front of us,
We were never ashamed to walk in the street unclothed, yet we were fine and honest to nature.
Plane never existed to kill us like wandering fowls,
Technologies were not there to mare us to sin,
We were just fine and cool with ourselves but
Now, things have change and change to our own pain.
A pregnant woman was not envious of a nursing mother because she knew her own time shall come.
And a widower should not be jealous of married
Ones because he has the power to remarry any time.
We live like one family and we seek the faceof the gods, religion was never the problem but now it is.
We shall soon see where this new dawn is going to.
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
All Right Reserved 2016
Voice of vincent
Every dawn is the most promising time of the day. Promises of a new beginning, to start anew, to start afresh.
And each day I love you more and more, and I feel helpless and vulnerable. Feelings can make you mature and it can make you lonely too. Alone among a crowd.
I got a letter from you. You wrote a letter to your ammu. Filled with love and understanding.
I still can remember the day when you showed me the picture of the girl your father ended up marrying.
“Ammu, will you see this?” You sounded hesitant.
I wanted to see it. I saw the picture. Your father, his usual smile, and beside him, his new wife. A beautiful young lady.
I felt nothing. I gave up on him long ago, long, long ago. I just strangely felt that I used to sit beside him when he used to smile, almost the same way. It felt strange.
You, my oldest daughter, now 13, are also turning into a beautiful lady. When you smile, when sunlight reflects on your knee-long hair, I think about my mother. I cannot think about her often. Somehow the door got shut as it seems less painful, it seems more convenient.
At night, we, two lonely souls, were trying to sleep, side by side.
You asked me at last, “Ammu, will you not remarry? Don’t you love someone?”
I was thinking about answering that. It is never an easy answer.
When you were a child, you used to declare that you will be a gynecologist when you grow up. You were so sure about that! You, my oldest daughter, used to draw pictures of Butterflies, rainbows. And in those pictures, we used to smile. We used to hold hands with each other. Me, baba, you and your little brother.
I still remember about one day. We were sitting, the front yard of our house was a cozy place to sit and chat. You were jumping with your brother. I saw a young boy walking by. He was looking at you. A boy of your age, under the twilight sky, was looking at my young daughter.
Last night you were holding my hand. Your voice felt soft and gentle. You sounded softer than your usual tone. You wanted to know about my future plan. You were asking me while your hand was touching mine.
For a strange reason, I was thinking about that evening. I felt loved, I felt special.
And I felt displaced.
A vile buccaneer called Darth Vadry
Needed wife back so they’d remarry--
Thief offered gold loot
A useless pursuit,
Dame rigged him …with Tom, Dick, and Harry!
4/15/2019
Tania Kitchin's Pirate Themed Limerick Contest
When Invisi- Girl was very young,
She was not worth stopping,
She would always end up spying or snooping,
And even a little eaves-dropping.
She would always be punished, punished harshly,
For listening in on others,
Yet even though she would punish her,
Invisi-Girl still loved her mother.
One tragic day, her mother died,
And her father was devastated,
But when her father decided to remarry,
Invisi-Girl was not elated.
One frightening day,
her step-mother said,
"Give me all your money,
Or you will be dead."
Invisi-Girl's father tried to help,
Her father tried to stop her,
But then the wife accidentally shot him,
When she meant to shoot her,
Invisi-Girl lived a horrible life,
Ever since the day her father died,
She waited on her step-mother hand and foot,
And would always let out a good cry.
The day Invisi-Girl had her twentieth birthday,
her powers she did discover,
Invisi-Girl could vanish into thin air,
And best of all she could hover.
One day she decided to make a plan,
One that her step-mother would not expect,
This expert plan would be only one,
That Invisi-Girl could detect.
ONe day Invisi-Girl used her powers,
And her step-mom she did destroy,
She finally restored the family's treasures,
And brought herself inner joy.
Invite to the wedding of Prince Harry!
The prospect could be a bit scary---
Give him a present?
No! Grant him a wish---
That neither he nor his bride remarry.