Best Separate Beds Poems
We had just got married - was the month of June
This is the saga of our disastrous honeymoon
We started off in a hotel in Norwich
The bedding was itchy just like doing ‘porridge’
Back home to Birmingham to get ready for our cruise
To the Norwegian Fjords - stunning scenery to peruse
I had already started to get a horrid cold
My sneezing was totally uncontrolled
We arrived in Norway and I was feeling ill
The fjords were smooth no need for sea sickness pill
I started to brighten as we began the cruise
Hubby and me together we had nothing to loose
Enjoying the scenery and the fresh cold air
Watching the waterfalls oh how we did stare
We arrived at the first hotel and got ready for the night
We were on honeymoon and wanted everything right
Climbing the stairs to our hotel room
Separate beds – you could sense the doom
Well we got over that hurdle… details I won’t discus!
But when we saw the tour guide oh how we did cuss
Next day we got onto our honeymoon boat
Enjoying the experience whilst we were afloat
On to another hotel as part of the tour
Separate beds yet again – oh what a bore!
Every hotel we stayed at we had separate beds
Hardly ideal scenario for a pair of newly weds!
Finally it was time for us to go our journey back home
One more meal at the hotel – oh how time had flown
Disaster struck – it could only happen to me
I got food poisoning I was as sick as a flea
Firing from both ends it was absolute hell
My honeymoon disaster – oh I remember it well!
A pretty accurate description of our honeymoon in June 1991…
but despite everything that went wrong we are still together!
04~24~15
Contest: Memorable Vacation – Shadow Hamilton
~awarded 2nd place~
My girl she can keep very still,
it's no major act of will,
and can hold a stare without her eyelids dropping,
with her arms held out and bent
you can't tell that her intent
is to quickly swipe my wallet and go shopping.
She hides her feelings to me
and I'm feelin' kinda gloomy
since I've only found out where it could have led,
she eats her partner after mating,
which is why I'm stopping dating,
until then we're gonna sleep in separate beds.
For contest 'Praying Mantis', sponsor Anthony Slausen
August 17th 2016
My garden calls to earths creatures one and all
No matter how big, no matter how very small
Amid ferns green lace to show her humble face
With rows of flowers and dainty plots of grace
My gardens’ beauty grows so fair with ample daily care
From the water nymphs I see they have a secret flair
Flirting fairies carry flowers that are grey and spent
Then open all the blooms of delicate petals heaven sent
They sprinkle silver sparkles in the early morning dew
A gift for the flowers lined up in a colorful revue
Newborn dainty bluebells nodding in the gentle breeze
Then come the hummingbirds to drink with rapid ease
I see the tulip cups of early spring so sweet in cherry reds
Perfect buds of roses glowing just like married newlyweds
Summer iris dance together where the delphiniums grow
All along the fence just as pretty as gifts tied in a bow
My favorite place to sit in all this happiness and garden bliss
Is among the frilly petals of the yellow Rose of Sharon hibiscus
Little sprites eyes peak out from the different dancing daisies
Beside the arbor you can stop to find the double pink peonies
Hurrah for the coming of Spring showers to start our display
That then tumbles through the days of summers archway
My garden calls me back to welcome Autumns magic delights
To gather the last of the seasons’ bouquets and fiery sights
I say goodnight and see you soon to my gardens’ magic guests
In their loving care I send them off to rejuvenate and rest
Then tuck to sleep petals and bulbs, all in their separate beds
Before winters’ blanket of snowy white covers our sleepy heads
written 6-10-2020
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One last tear
I will shed for your absence
I refuse to suffer more pain
Hurt now replaced by anger
Rejection & humiliation
With relief and pride
I did nothing wrong
Except love you
Until the end
That moment
Decided by you alone
To move on
Live your life as a single man
Before we had even parted
Before I even knew we had a problem
Always the last to know
The foolish wife
You slept beside me
Night after night
Snuggled up to me whist asleep
We made love
Bodies entwined
Right up until the day you left
Did you tell her we have separate beds?
Separate lives?
More lies
The marital bed
Where our souls became one
A place of tenderness
Of love and hope
Planning together our dreams of the future
Laying in your strong arms
My man
My life
My future
So now you are gone
Your decision shocked me to the core
Baffled by the viciousness of your words
Nothing made sense
I cried myself to sleep for weeks
Getting weaker each dawn that broke
I questioned everything
Was every single word a lie?
Why did I not see it?
Was I really so blind?
I grieved for you
For the future we will no longer have
So now I will shed one last tear
Not for you
But for the love we once had
Now I will move forward
Stand tall and proud
I am free
I am finally happy again
Looking forward to each new sunrise
Creating my new future
A fresh start in life for myself
Excitement and motivation spurring me on
So thank you for releasing me
Get on with the life you chose
I don’t wish you malice
Your life is your own as is mine
Goodbye to my past
Hello to my future
Because now
No more tears will I cry
Sweet dreams and I love you
It starts so simple and pure
and then before you know it,
you're in a full fledged war
Honey you're on my side
Could you scootch over just a little?
Well sweetie-pie I tried,
but you're laying in the middle
Please don't wake me if I mumble
I was asleep for goodness sake
If I wanted a real conversation
I would have stayed awake
Now you're starting to snore
You've stolen all my cover
I can't take this anymore
You, with my pillow, I'll smother
Now that I finally drifted asleep
Rudely, I've been awakened
Was that kick an accident,
or were you really fakin'?
I'm tired of not getting sleep
I fear danger in the future looms
Because I'm past wanting separate beds,
I want separate rooms!
50’s housewife on kink
I like to please, always have
you need something, already in the car, your favorite dish- surprise it’s made
delicious, nutritious , satisfying
catering to all whims
don’t get up, i’ll get you another drink daddy
it’s so natural
saw it in my grandmother and mom, catering to men’s wishes remaining on task
putting others first as you lag behind only to realize that you are under appreciated
when you stumble on the right one you realize their love for you is overwhelming
so I choose this part of me, fulfills me
truly who I am
i know your thinking how can she love herself submitting to another
submission it’s so taboo, so deviant, conjures up images of cruelty, worthlessness
nothing could be farther from the truth
yes, good jewish girls were not taught to behave this way, walking around in heels completely naked as they clean the house
crinolines off as well as separate beds
what most people don’t know is that submission is a precious commodity- if it was available on the stock market it would out pure gold
why?
it’s a gift to one who earns it
connections so strong the desire to please in anyway is a joy
i am a 50’s house wife on kink
never felt this calm
She be like the Queen of Sheba,
the most beautiful beauty I’ve ever seen.
She walks this world with a majestic gleam,
shining bright as angels beam.
I just want to protect her from all that’s mean,
the men, the pain that she has seen,
making sure it stays a has been.
Make her feel the one and only,
grow old with her so she’s not lonely.
She'll be my best friend while her best friends a girl,
spend my life trying to give her the world.
If she lacks confidence I’ll still believe,
as I sit with her and impart belief,
if she fails I’ve hugs to relieve,
but she’ll always be a winner to me.
I’ll be her joker when she feels down,
and if that doesn’t work I’ll put arms around,
let her know it’s always us two,
not alone whatever life puts her through.
Always support her without a thought,
let her be the one for which I fought,
perfection found in perfect flaws.
You’ll never hear an insult,
if you want me I’m yours,
be together but you’re never her in doors,
if you don’t that’s cool but a kick in the balls,
I know I can be the fool of fools,
with many flaws, to make a few if yours.
I’ll give you a massage when you’re sore,
kiss your neck maybe do some more,
but if you’re tired I’ll let you snore,
a personality that will never bore.
I’ll keep you warm when life gets cold,
separate beds when we’re smelly and old.
And every morning I’ll tell you you’re beautiful,
until you’re fed up with it cus it’s the usual.
And if you’re face was permanently scarred,
I’d still love you, it wouldn’t be hard.
I know it's late, but consider this your valentines card.
I was at school and this girl caught my eye,
I had never been attracted to a girl before that I cant deny,
I was so confused because she wasn't a guy,
But those hands I wanted to occupy.
We became inseparable,
Spending all our time together was just so pleasurable,
Always thinking of her she was so memorable,
I suppose ending up together was inevitable,
I remember telling my mum and she acted like it was normal news,
But her mum shouting telling her she was confused,
This behaviour she just couldn't excuse
But we were just praying she could see it from our shoes.
Shouts and fights shouts and more fights,
We were even told we weren't even allowed to sleep together at night,
Because separate beds will make us ‘see the light’
She couldn't see that we both had never felt so right.
She told us it was just a phase,
Because this isn't the girl she raised,
And one day we will look back on these days,
And laugh and go our separate ways.
She couldn't understand that we were really in love,
People of the same sex, but thats what it was,
And me she used to think the world of,
But now the truths out I’m someone she can dispose of.
She thinks I’ve corrupted her daughter,
But her daughter has always felt underwater,
She's finally come out and her mums not a supporter,
She braved the truth and look at the pain its caused her.
Whats wrong with loving someone from the same sex,
Really its not that complex,
It should only matter to the two it effects,
And everyone else should just respect.
I’m glad my mum took it well,
Because she knew what is was like growing up in hell,
My auntie was gay and when she finally got the courage to tell,
It was like she had let off a bombshell.
But you cant help who you fall for,
This isn't something you can fix with something from the drugstore,
Let your children be free to explore,
Because there some relationships you just cant restore.
Ward drops Beaver at Seven O'clock sharp
Carol tells Beaver to get ready for bed, it's getting late and it's after dark
June calls and tells Beaver to eat everything on his plate
Bobby says you are like me on the phone, you are listless
Beaver tells Bobby she just wanted to give me the business
They all gather at the table for dinner
Beaver tells Alice she is getting thinner
Alice replies flattery will get you everywhere
Cindy belches and the smell of her breath carries through the air
Beaver tells Cindy doing that at the table takes bravery
Marsha comments to Cindy you are not acting like a young lady
Jan is wearing her birth control glasses
Greg sings a song at the table, he is taking singing classes
Peter tells Beaver about their Hawaii and Grand Canyon adventure
Beaver tells Peter that Gus the Fireman wears dentures
The door bell rings, Alice answers it and in steps Barney Fife
He asks Alice to be his wife
The date is set for them to be wed
Barney reserves a room at the Y for their honeymoon, Barney assures Alice that
they will have separate beds
Cindy is asked to be the Maid of Honor and Beaver the best man
Sam the butcher comes in and asks Alice where does our relationship stand
Mike Brady asks Sam to leave
Barney's suit is still the Salt and Pepper Tweed
Barney threatens Sam with his one bullet
This is a night Beaver will never forget
Eddie Haskel stops by with Lumpy and visits Beaver and says they will stay as
long as they can
Eddie and Lumpy have a thing for Jan
Greg and Marsha are falling for one another
But later on Greg dumps Marsha for her Mother
So now it must end as a great experience for all those who were there
Nine people with one bathroom to share
Beaver leaves the next morning in a good mood and feeling very jolly
He says boy, I can't wait to get home and tell Wally
When everything to bits is blown and all
remained of us are brainless bits of bone,
I wonder who will see our species fall,
all snapping selfies on our Android phones.
He’ll have to be E.T., most certainly,
to have survived a fool’s apocalypse.
And if I’m right, he’ll use telepathy
instead of flapping gums and smacking lips
to share with folks back home our final tale:
The town will gather ‘round our foreign friend,
his star-boiled gils resembling flaky shale,
and all will think as one, until the end,
and then together shake their slimy heads,
distraught to learn our parents slept in separate beds.
*Proudly written on my phone
while waiting at TGIF for a haircut :)
(Written in response to the poem “Black and White.”)
Over age 40? Here’s some truth from the new generation.
Don’t get me wrong,
I love those old shows.
Classics for long
All that and more.
But if I may speak a while.
Sir, sit down and please don’t be sore,
And don’t view me as a child.
The shows of old are lovely and dear.
So simple and sweet
Parents needn’t be ware
Of the bad things and screams
They never harmed any babes, those old TVs.
But something’s not right
The black and the white lied you see.
The loving families of “Father Knows Best”
The eyes of “Lassie,” brilliant and true
They are no different from the mess
On our high definition color surround
The only difference, the only thing
Is that you never got to see
What went on behind the scenes.
Violence and hate survived in black.
Lies and deceit thrived in white.
Let me tell you why you really want the old shows back.
The simplicity and the friendly smiles
Were all painted on with a poor painter’s brush.
The breakfasts, the perfection, the people’s damn reactions!
All you want back to feel safe when you have the truth crushed.
The world is no different now from then.
The only difference is
Now we can zoom in.
Into the faces to see the lines
The living color reveals
The lies all of the “great actors’” eyes.
The fake and the phony
Is what you truly love, you asses.
You’ve known all along that the world never changed
Only plucked from your nose those rose-colored-glasses.
Let me tell you something, if I may.
The black and the white that you love so
Is the reason the under 40s are screwed up today.
The God they trusted as they slept in their separate beds
Is the one so many of us defy when your lies about Him were seen in color.
But now we know there are bad guys who DO win fights
And so we’ve learned to hold one another
At night when we know promises CAN be broken
The wind will CUSS from somewhere cold
And some NEVER will NEED vows
For the one they hold to know they love them.
Even though we NEVER fully knew wrong from right.
At least now we’re not hiding beneath the Black
And that White.
Shall we go somewhere,
will we meet somewhere?
Am I the one you saw,
is this the face you showed?
I'm wishing this was nowhere,
just like you're searching elsewhere.
While the hills sang the rain song
I built a home in my heart
And when the river rang its laughter
You wrote your masterpiece...
Our minds soared into the depths
Of a sky that wielded dark secrets
Of power over one another-
Of beauteous collapses of identities,
Of never weary desires.
Why didn't the frost dampen your words
And why was my sewing filled with flowery fragrance?
Why did our separate beds make so much warmth
And our silence such joyous chatter?
When you were asleep, I kissed your toes
Woke you up to your coffee,
Paid to our pension plan
And worried over your corns...
But there's a hollow in my stomach
My day's work does not fill it
Nor my night, busy with dreams.
There's a hole in my soul-
Your wordy yarns don't patch it
My perfect stitches cannot darn it...
Shall we go somewhere
Will we meet somewhere
Am I the one you saw
Is this the face you showed
I'm wishing this was nowhere
Just like you are searching elsewhere!
Confusion, don't know how to feel.
What are we doing here?
My love for you has never been so real,
One moment dread, the next cheer.
Our love is so strong, our pain so deep,
We fight, we cry, we lose our heads,
We're losing faith, hope, and sleep,
Sleeping alone in separate beds,
One minute we're absolute bliss,
Chasing feelings we havn't felt in years,
Taking shots, thinking we can't miss,
Forgetting all of troubles and fears.
Next were at each other's necks,
Ready to choke, break, and strangle,
Both of us emotional wrecks,
Both of our souls, mangled and tangled.
I wish nothing but the best for you,
I just want you to find your happiness,
Seems I fail at everything I do,
Try to do good and just make a mess.
I'm sorry for everything I've put you through,
It was never my intention I swear,
Falling short of expectations, true,
The consequences of which I now bare.
I hope that one day we can find our peace,
A life to be proud of at the end,
Where the fighting and scorn do cease,
And our broken souls can finally mend.
My love for you has always been,
I strive to be a better man,
For you, and us, our kids, and then,
Complete, together, in love, we can.
The sum of what has gone before
Bulldozed throughout a slumlord block,
Evacuated, emptied souls,
Gutted, barrel, lock and stock.
Then ring-fenced in a shield of steel,
Buried in a foreign field,
Protected from the agony,
The savage reap of winter yield.
We ran, in fear, poles apart,
Retreated, hid in separate beds;
Solitaire and servitude
Beneath the sheets with buried heads.
Moving on meant standing still
Whilst superficial love and care
Clipped the tickets torn in two,
No transit takes us anywhere.
The sum of what has gone before
Burgeoned with a black campaign,
Left only sole surviving prayers
That one day we may love again.
As the old couple were placed in a nursing home the other day,
They were placed in different rooms on separate floors so far away.
Their children thought it would be for the best,
So they placed them there thinking they need the rest.
They had never been separated since the day they wed,
Now they lay grief stricken in separate beds.
They cried out to the Lord to hear their cries,
Neither wanted the loneliness neither could understand why.
They felt as though they had lost all dignity,
No decisions could they make this to them was pure insanity.
They were not allowed to make decisions they were treated like children,
Then a new light came into the old mans eyes and he managed to grin.
He said I’m breaking out of this joint just me and my wife.
And we ain’t coming back if it means giving up our old lives.
He said I’ve treated my dogs better than you’re treated in here,
He said I’m old but I’m still a man and I want my wife near.
He said I’d rather be shot like an animal than caged up in this coop.
And I sure don’t need some little want to be nurse telling me it’s time to go
p__p.
He found his wife and she looked like she’d aged ten years,
As he held her and loved her he fought back the anger and tears.
He said we’re leaving right now and we’re going away.
She said papa where will we go where will we stay?
He said I don’t know as he sat down on the foot of her bed,
He said I need you with me as he hung down his old head.
She said if you want to leave I’ll stand by your side,
So out they went as they had to sneak and hide.
Pajamas on him and a flannel nightgown on her was all that they wore,
As they made their way out an unlocked side door.
Well they wandered around till they found a school ground .
And he sat her on the merry-go- round and gently spun his love around.
There was a bench just a few feet away,
That’s where they found them frozen in each others arms is what the papers
say.
The paper had read two elderly runaways from local nursing home were found
frozen to death,
But a strange smile was frozen on their faces as they drew their last breaths.