Best Under The Same Roof Poems
What more could I have done? I'd already taken far too much.
There was no more gentleness in your voice, nor in your touch.
Your cursing and verbal abuse eroded all my respect for you.
I tried to help fight your demon; something only you could do.
Our home became just a house. We lived under the same roof
but stormy weather poured in from your bottle of 100 proof.
With a sob in my throat, I walked away from you while crying.
Your lies and accusations ripped me apart and left me dying.
life is sifting sand
I still wear your wedding band
upon my left hand
There was no getting back what we lost when you caused my fears.
How did I swallow the disappointment? I washed it down with tears.
The finale' came the night you slammed my hand in the door.
The only broken bone I ever had; I couldn't take it any more.
What else could I have possibly done to keep from losing you?
It was too late when you lost yourself, and now we're through.
Sometimes I wish we'd never met. You deceived me from the start.
I will never regret loving you, and I've forgiven you in my heart.
life is sifting sand
you removed your wedding band
gone from your left hand
Once my world revolved all around you, my sunny days and skies of blue.
Now you're just a stranger, someone I once loved, someone I once knew.
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2/1/2016 The Dark Side of Love
Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton
ODE TO HILDA
( Hilda - Women Hostel at the University of Peradeniya, Sri Lanka)
-Mathi - Warden-
By the river of Mahaweli,
Along the Galaha Road,
Stood the Women's hostel,
With the name Hilda Obeysekera.
Eight winged Massive Hilda,
Steered by Aggressive Mathi,
Harboured the damsels of the nation,
Striving to achieve their goals.
From various walks of life they came,
Lodging together under the same roof,
Forgetting their backgrounds & differences,
Accepting Mathi as their mother of Mothers.
High table dinners, parties, and girlish follies,
Are few experiences Hilda offered,
Social life was just an alien myth,
But Hilda made these teens to learn and live.
Sent from my iPad
When did the concept of family become
a tired cliché of phased-out tradition
in need of redefining?
And when did we abandon our parental duties
to glorified babysitters with no real interest
in our childrens' physical and emotional development
outside of their weekly paychecks?
We are bombarded by screaming advertisements
dictating an acceptable standard of living
requiring two or more incomes and
measuring our success by the sum total
of our net worth.
The decline of civilization progresses
as fast food replaces home-cooked meals
and quality time is staring blankly
at a flat screen television
with a group of strangers
living under the same roof.
It’s an old story.
We were classmates, you and I,
And later became colleagues,
Working under the same roof.
We had more or less the same specialization.
Married in the same year.
Our children went to the same school.
So far so good!
Now the plot thickens, so to speak!
Once, if you remember,
The boss comes to you for help,
Specifically for helping his sibling
By doing her assignments,
Given to her by a (prestigious) university
Where you and I studied
And where I am a Tutor now—
A concurrent position held by me.
If I were you, I would say:
“Sorry, it’s unethical.”
Or, would tactfully excuse myself—
Maybe by telling a white lie.
Instead, you tell him a blatant lie:
“I’m not hot on the subject, I’m afraid.”
And you go further
And out of the way to add:
“But so and so is. He can help you, I’m sure.”
The boss comes to me straight,
And beating about the bush, tells me:
“Now that so and so is not hot on the subject…blah blah.
Now it is a Catch-22,
Which you have contrived:
If I say yes, I would be exposed
And if I say no, I would be in trouble—with the boss;
There would be no more bonhomie
Between the boss and the boy.
How clever you are!
Furious, I choose to say no—bluntly
And let me face the music.
But now I know that
You are a round character after all,
And an Iago at that.
I appreciate your motiveless malignity.
I shrug my shoulders and mutter:
“Let it be!”
Composed and posted on August 3, 2017
cohabitation
diplomatic existence
between lust and love
cohabitation
mutual acceptance of rules
under the same roof
BEING A TRAMP IS GIVING ME A CRAMP
I am a transient and I like it that way
I am a philosopher with intellectual utterances to say
I can’t remain in one place for a very long stay
Because I owe too many dealers money I cannot pay
So if you hear that I’m at someone’s house SIMPLY call me there
Right now I’m at Sophia’s so you can call me here
So tell me brother, what’s the word on the street
Is it safe for Big Black Bruce and I to meet?
“are you crazy man, why not just hop into a fire?
Big Black Bruce thinks you’re a thief and a liar”
Well how about coming to my defense bud?
“hey look, if any is spilled its going to be only your blood”
He’ll let me stay there, but only for a few days
And she’ll allow me to crash there but she has very odd ways
She thinks because we’re together under the same roof
That makes me something I’m not so I act aloof
I have to travel about looking in all directionS at once
I suppose it’s called once a dunce always a dunce
If I had to tell the truth it’s getting tiring to roam
But what do you do when you gave up your family and your home?
© 2011.…~.free cee!~
UNQUOTABLE QUOTES: XLIV
Don’t translate poems if you want yours read.
A pain in the ass is a pain nevertheless.
A « race" in any other language is still the shape of the nose.
Every cloud hides shining gold that reveals the silver lining.
It’s the darkest cloak which keeps its silver from jingling in its lining.
Every clout makes you see silver stars while lining up for more stout.
It never rains but giggles.
Don’t put all your eggs in one basket; just lay them.
The child is farther from the man.
Spare the rod and drill the child (with electric…)
The proof of the pudding is in the ridding
Burn the candle at both ends and end up keeping midnight oil vigil in the igloo.
Do tight-rope walkers eat only string hoppers?
The Piped-Piper pipes a pitiful panegyric to Pan past the precipice…
The « dachshund" trotting out on an outing with its master never fails to take its house - under the same roof - for an airing.
Even a stitch in time cannot save the rhyme in the above run-on line.
Rats tend to desert a ship full of lousy fat cats.
The pot calling the wok : mad !
The wok calling the kettle: cad !
The kettle calling the pan: bad !
The pan calling the cook: lad !
The cook calling the « chef": Dad !
All groggy agog and cooking glad !
A chip of the old computer hard-disk block.
All the World’s a cage.
An eye for an eye multiplies drives; tit for tat and that’s that.
Two and Two make Two times Two.
2 + Too make Two Toos. No?
If you beat about the bush, the Bushes most likely’ll not complain, but if you beat the Bushes, you would have nothing to gain.
A State within a State (l’Etat dans l’Etat), a Nation breeds a single State, yet no Nation or State rules those who secretly usurp the State.
If you went and told it to the Marines every time somebody tells you to, you’ll have precious little left to tell your psychoanalyst, psychiatrist or Priest, but fat chance the Church will close down even if you shut up for good.
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, June 21, 2019
There are not many things in life more important which can give us a better feeling everyday than the values in family interests.
That there is mutual respect and always consider to make decisions together without hurting each other.
The inner peace and trust to each other give us that feeling to come home in a relaxed atmosphere and everything goes with a peaceful mind.
If we have tensions or unpredictable reasons somewhere which can disrupt our desire immediately, always keep in our minds that we will soon be going to our home and rest where the harmony prevails.
Home is a good base to be dealing friendly with each other about things what bother us outside and we can communicate to find the solutions together.
Our home should be a place for preferred love and avoid aggression to respect the harmony in the family and get a solution for everything.
Of course there are disagreements in every family, but that can always be settled again in a close relationship with love, when we are wise enough to communicate with each other and overcome our issues.
Because when there is love in the family, there will always be more suitable solution among themselves, because no one wants to be sad.
Of course we all make mistakes and sometimes we do something wrong unconsciously but after a good face-to-face explanation, the peace will soon return again.
Understanding among each other is something very important in a good family and each member under the same roof must therefore have a task that they can arrange so that everyone is happy together and the parents remain as the leaders.
Many communication together in a family can give much clarity about how everyone think and the misunderstandings can be prevented in certain situations.
Can prevent wrong decisions or misunderstanding, in a bad situations due to an outside problem from a family member because then they can react quickly together to take everything under control.
Together resolve all things in the family one by one in a peaceful dialogue will always furtherance the harmony in every family.
Love our family and try to have everything under one sphere so that we can keep the harmony predominant.
I wish you a healthy life.
Kindly Regards,
Author Jan Jansen
http://poems.easybranches.com/
I live in a wooden house
I cannot turn on the fireplace
’cause I may burn the walls
Winter has already come
and the snow covered my garden
and cold froze the neighbor’s water well
I look through the window
and wait for you to come home
I’m so cold and I can’t feel
the blood in my veins
you know, I’m not one
of those who hate this season
I love the sound of rain on my ceiling
I adore the steam coming out
from my mouth to the glass
then draw weird shapes and smile
I like to wear my pink jacket
and my Hello Kitty hat
That my grandma bought me
then going out to build snowman
like I did last year
well I admit that I’m always the one
who eats his nose
that’s why I told you,
you shouldn't use carrot anymore
it’s our third winter together
but for me it’s the twelfth
’cause during those three years
under the same roof
I knew only one season named cold
all my days were winter
your arms were always frozen
that even when you hold me
I feel like I’m paralyzed
your words are so dry
and your mind is always emptied
you asked me
“Why I like to hug and kiss my snowman? Isn’t too dank?”
ooh baby, i guess you never knew
that you’re colder than a snowman!
I can feel warmth
even if you bury me under the frost
But I’d be cold,
even if you built me a castle in your core
if you wonder why
I’m still living in your frosted palace
you should know that even if
you’re colder than a snowman
your heart is warm by the flame of mine
and if I go,
you’re gonna lose the meaning of your life
even though you will never admit it
when you look into my eyes…
Warren Jeffs is Wrong About Polygamy
By Elton Camp
It seems impossible a man with ideas so odd
Would ever be selected as a spokesman by God
Religious freedom is the claim .he’ trying to make
To believe it, an awful lot of gullibility it’d take
For those who, the Bible claim that they believe
Should know that God gave to Adam only Eve
It’s true no specific law multiple wives did forbid
And that’s exactly what some of the people did
The claim that polygamy is or was God’s command
A high level of proof we would have to demand
When Jesus came to earth he set that matter straight
Only one wife was God’s will is what he did relate
To be a church leader, some qualifications came before
Such a man could have one wife, but not ever more
Look at some more arguments about polygamy below
Warren Jeffs is mistaken and that for certain I do know
Reason #1: Two or more unrelated adult women living under the same roof will never get along even if they are “sister wives.”
Reason #2: How many people can afford more than one wife?
Reason #3: If men take multiple wives, there won’t be enough women to go around and that doesn’t seem such a good idea.
Reason #4: May I invoke religion in a flip way? Consider the verse, “No man can serve two masters.” Enough said in itself.
The flame stands straight
On a candle burning itself
In stillness of the night
An old-authored book at the right
Side imitates the fate
Of a beggar’s palms
Waiting for alms
The candle and the book
Lie on the same table
In the same room
Under the same roof
The bitter air outside
Evolves into wind
It permeates the bamboo
Walls that veil no taboo
(For there’s nothing to hide)
Unable to read, it turns the pages
Without a wish, it blows
the flame out to darkness
Clasping the bed linen
The old woman gasped for breath
And pleaded air to enter into her nostrils
She beseeched before the heavens
To pump back health into her
She sensed the fear of her heart
Embroiled in a war between life and death
The subtle heat of the case
Could be sensed in the air
The courtroom remained silent
Except for the two lawyers who broke the silence
The accused looked at the Lady Justice
Like her even truth was blindfolded
He was innocent and only he knew it
The politics in the state found no scapegoat
Better than him
He was sure he’d be announced guilty
For a crime never committed
Entangled in truth and Lie
He beseeched the heavens to save him
The right leg walked left
And, the left one seeked right
The right hand danced in the air
Whilst the left one caught a cheap beer bottle
With drowsiness robbing his senses
He walked across the crowded road
The drunkard’s carelessness
Threw the people into tantrums
It seemed, as if death pitied him
And halted every time he came closer
To a moving car or motorcycle
Tangled in the web of addiction
He forgot the world everytime
The nectar trickled through his throat
Just like a dry land revives after rain
His tongue revived when the ambrosia flowed on it
The unwanted hand touched her
She stared at a shadow approaching
Towards her in the room
She was forced into prostitution
It brought her money
Enough to feed the members of her family
Torn between dignity and shame
She found no way out
With the decline in the day
The sun reached its resting spot
The cough of the old woman calmed
The court was adjourned and he returned home on bail
The drunkard wobbled back home
The young woman made her way back to home
The four were found sleeping under the same roof
Amidst the four walls that surrounded them
Neither of them had the strength
To admit their day went on well
Yesterday remained the same
Today was the same monotonous one
While future promised no hope of change
Sleep lovingly enwrapped them
And provided them a temporary escape
From their harsh realities
I am going to miss her
I already do miss her
I feel regret
regret for always fighting with her
not always being by her side
our lives will never be the same when she leaves
our heads will never be under the same roof again
there will be an empty seat at the table now
an emptiness in my heart
there will be days when I need her the most;
to make me laugh
to wipe away my tears
but I will run to her room to find an empty bed
only to remember she is gone
why does life move so fast
it isn't fair
don't let her go
please don't
I hope she knows I love her unconditionally
I hope she knows I can’t live without her
I hope she knows how much she means to me
I hope she knows I am scared
we must never live our lives in regret
for if we dwell on what could have been;
what could have been done
we sit in sorrow
unable to find the strength and motivation to live on
the moments with the people we love feel un-cherished
but it will be okay
we will all find a way to keep loving and keep living
even in the moments when we want to stop and stay right where we are
I will be okay
Maybe if I keep lying to myself it will get better
I am okay
-Katherine Beth
Sitting all by my
Staring at the wall just muttering and musing
Why am I here ?
Am I really needed ?
I'm sure the things can
Be done well without me
As it is I come in the way of most
I'm sick of Facebook
Sick too of what's app
Going on sitting and waiting
Over a long period of time gets boring
No choice have I
If I won't who will
Can't move out to work
As kids and house will
sufferb, that's the stuff
I'm made of
Genetic problem , can't ignore the important
I know once grown and married off
They'll leave me all alone
Alone coz he's no company
We live under the same roof
In our different ways
But indolent, loving attention
Wants his needs be taken care of
Nothing else, all love is lost
Its high time I start considering
Yoga and meditation
Else I'll be sick loner
Ending in an asylum.
you find light in a parasite
and i don’t like your taste all that much
but i’m stained to you like a henna tattoo
one that’s course to the touch
bittersweet is the word on the street
but I know sour is more your style
now I’m inundated and aggravated
by a nature so hostile
you said when I lose that you’ll sing me the blues
well i’m still standing, my friend
now we continue to peruse the same avenues
home to conflict foreseeing no end
you’re only amused when i’m feeling bruised
and that’s the character i despise
but i think you’re consumed by a feeling that looms
from the human behind the eyes
spare me time and with that I’ll spare you mine
but without frivolity in view
you can’t hold me aloof under the same roof
because like the rain I’m stuck with you too