Best Wives Poems
Some are mothers, reflections of love
Poured out on children who abide in hope
Remembering that Mary, the mother of Jesus,
Gave us all a sense of the wonder uncovered
By the women who give their hearts to children
Some are wives who give their husbands
Their hearts, their blessings, their kindness
Like Ruth, the Moabite, who was great-grandmother
To the King after God's own heart, David,
Who played such a great role in the lineage of Jesus
Some are followers of the King of Kings
Those who know He is the best there is
Believers who give their entire lives to Him
Like Mary Magdalene, who Jesus healed and who
Was also the first witness of His resurrection
Some are women who love with all they have
Through joy and pain, in spite of everything
Giving all their lives to their beloved
Like Rachel who knew what is was to be childless
Sharing her beloved with her sister, Leah
Some are women who have a desperate yearning,
Like Hannah, who yearned for a child of her own
She prayed, promising to give her son back to the Lord
When Samuel, her son, anointed King David,
He gave the entire world a new direction toward redemption
Some are women who fall into great sin
Like Eve, the mother of Cain and Abel
She was deceived by the enemy of us all,
And changed the entire fate of mankind
Including the way we would live in this life
Some are like Deborah, who was a judge of her time
Others, like Esther, who changed the heart of the King
Some are like Miriam, prophetess and Moses' sister
Others, like Sarah, who had Isaac at 90 years of age
Some are like Elizabeth, who bore John the Baptist.
Then, there is Priscilla, who was a powerful church leader
Also, there was Mary who was sister of Lazarus
And, Martha who was rebuked by Jesus so her sister,
Mary, could sit at the Master’s feet and hear His words
All the women of the Bible were strong and blessed
By the One who gave each one of us the chance to have
A personal relationship with Jesus, our Lord and Savior
The One who taught all women that they could be a light
Guiding others through the darkness, into His grace
Praise God for women of the Bible and women of today
Who share the faith that Jesus is the only way!
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"Bartered Wives"...
Still happens...
Written February 17, 2013
Sponsor: Suzette Crous
Contest: Lekker!-A New Contest
"Bartered Brides" title of a book I am reading..
Form: Ellip
King Henry VIII and His Wives
By Elton Camp
When Henry’s brother was too young to care
He was made to wed a princess from over there
But you must do just what we say little fella,
Catherine's the child of Ferdinand and Isabella
Catherine had not been Queen for very long
When things with her mate went badly wrong
Medicine was weak. To save him, doctors tried
But despite all they did her young prince died
With Spain, England had a pact
The agreement must stay intact
Henry was then a child of eleven
Hardly a betrothal made in heaven
Henry married at age eighteen
And Catherine became his queen.
Though it is quite sad to have to tell
The queen’s babies didn’t fare well
To bring her husband true joy
She must give birth to a boy
She bore him just a single son
Who died before a year had run
Though married for twenty-four years,
Henry gave voice to his greatest fears
“I have married the wife of my brother
When I should have waited for another.”
But he said this with a sly grin
While he kissed Anne Boyeln
She refused to go to his bed
Until the two were set to wed
Anne produced a baby right away
But ‘twas a girl to Henry’s dismay.
He thought she had done a crime
When both babies died next time
“I’ve been down this road before.
It’s clear you are just a whore.”
No more shall you see my bed.
Rather, you will lose your head.
Jane Seymour was next on the list
So that Anne was scarcely missed
From Jane, virtuous and fair,
There came at last a male heir
Infection was the reason why
The queen proceeded to die
Henry at her death was distraught
But the new child filled his thought
Anne of Cleves was next to arrive
Had a problem, managed to survive.
Henry found he didn’t like her well
“This German woman is ugly as hell.”
The next queen to unfurl
Was just a teenage girl
Catherine Howard was her name
But she was not free from blame
Culpepper was her boyfriend
She had confessed at the end
And unlike the wives before
This one truly was a whore
Catherine Parr became wife six
She did not try to use any tricks
To her, duty came above
Even the man she did love
Of this bad background cannot be any doubt
It is how the Church of England came about.
Who of the people could expect to be a winner
By adhering to a religion formed by a sinner?
Strophe
The polygamist had a big house
Where he chose to warehouse hundreds of girls
And women including 29 stepmothers, his father’s spouses
56 of the girls were each other’s sisters.
And 24 were under the age of seventeen.
Some of the young wives even assisted passions
The pedophile with his sexual assaults
Telling the girls that if they refused to please his preen
In what he dubbed the “heavenly sessions”
They would be “rejected by God’s favorite cult.
Antistrophe
Wives were both the victims of his abuse
And the accomplices subjected to a cruel
World of worship and sexual abuse
And were so indoctrinated and used cool.
Who cruelly bred them for manipulation.
Calling himself the ‘humble servant’ of God
Asking the girls to please God to atone community’s sins
Oh, the wives of the notorious polygamist’s predation
Into the twisted world of subjugation fold
With which he surrounded himself amidst the teens.
Epode
Had a wisdom tooth for his sexual gratification
Raping the young girls in his big house to make housewives
The State of Texas has a big house for lamentation
Where he will spend the rest of his life’s cloves
Well, he will have plenty of time to repent.
And think deeply on the meaning of life
Out of the 50 wives none of the parents got relief
Where are the parents of these young girls tormented?
Does that mean all were brainwashed for strife?
So scary that pedophilia can be masked as religious belief.
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Dr. Ram Mehta
First Place win in :
Contest: A Toothful Ode by nancy jones
** This is the English Ode, also called the Homostrophic or Horatian Ode.
The Romantic Ode often followed the Irregular Ode's structure
and the Homostrophic Ode's meditative quality.
Rhyme Scheme : ABABCDECDE (Ten lines)
‘t was on a rainy day in Camelot
A knight saw a maid he liked a lot
Before he paid heed
He remembered, indeed
Husbands are in heaven whose wives scold not
The maid, it seemed, had almost forgot
The words of her mother, whose name was Dot
For marital bliss
Remember just this
Husbands are in heaven whose wives scold not
The knight with the maid was quite besot
And after a time they tied the knot
She never did scold
He did not grow old
Husbands are in heaven whose wives scold not
The end of this tale may surprise a lot
Because heaven is not the place he got
Words one day you may recall
Some, but certainly not all
Husbands are in heaven whose wives scold not
There once was a wife who scolded
All her notes to her hubby were bolded
He weathered her nagginess
Owned his inner fagginess
Worked out fine. Is that too cold, Ed?
All night I dream of life without wife,
Peaceful and heavenly, without any strife .
No scolding, no nagging,
Like ‘sake’ I’m having.
Alas! Its morning and gone my life.
Dt. 23/02/14
I am indeed a fortunate man
My dear wife is not inclined to scold
For if she was my life would be hell
My heart would be all shriveled and cold
Within my home a true peace abounds
It is my little slice of heaven
Many say I am a lucky man
In fact my new nick name is seven
Sure there are times I do stuff wrong
After all she didn't marry a saint
Still my woman holds onto her tongue
If she nagged me, I think I would faint
She says to nag would serve no purpose
Men don't listen so why should she try
Instead she will walk away from me
So then I am left to wonder why
I can't read her mind, still I make a guess
I desire to remain in my bliss
So now I am an intuitive man
She rewards me with more than a kiss
For Dr. Rams Contest
"Husbands are in heaven whose wives scold not."
A man had wives four in number
Yet sweet and peaceful is his slumber
Goodness flowed from the first in number
Yet turned he deaf to her sweetest number
The fourth woman is his sweetheart
From whom he can never part
Provides her with best from mart
Yet she derides him in her thought
The third queen is a beauty to behold
He and she alone frequent parties I am told
He introduces her as “beautiful and bold”
Yet fears she’ll fly growing wings of gold
His second wife has sharp ears
His sufferings and sorrows she attentively hears
With her counsel extinguishes his fears
She’s been his staff throughout the years
In deathbed, he requested his fourth, ‘Give me company’
Bluntly she refused, “Sorry. You I can’t accompany’
His third wife told, ‘If you die I’ll marry again.”
His second wife told, “I can’t! From me you can nothing gain.”
When he battled with silent and secret tears
“I’ll come with you – have no fears”
His first wife’s voice voluntarily fell on his ears
He muttered, “Sorry sweetheart! I have wasted all these years”
In reality, every man or woman has four spouses
Soul, family, wealth and body you are called to espouse
Second wife - family or friends until grave will cry one with another
Third wife your wealth will immediately marry another
Your fourth wife – your body to dust she’ll return
Your soul – the first wife faithfully follows wherever you turn
Let nourishing your soul be your deepest passion
Is it profitable if a man loses his soul? – asks God of compassion.
There once was a husband named Craig
Whose wife made a breakfast of eggs,
He complained they were runny
And a waste of his money
And now his tail sits between his legs.
There once was a hubby named Clyde
Who had a young girl on the side
Wifey came from work early,
Saw Clyde with his girlie,
Now he lives in a doghouse outside.
There once was a man named Jasper
Whose marriage was filled with laughter
There was equal respect
Not a trace of neglect
And they both lived happily after.
" Husbands are in heaven whose wives scold not"
His Heavenly garden
Seemed a loss –without someone to share--
The birdsong missing was, he thought, the
Lack of nagging in his ear.
FOR FOOLISH FOURTH WIVES
Fordham Belfour, on 4th street, fell afoul of fabulous foreplay
Four minutes before he forgot to catch the 4:44
Fortunately his forgiving fourth wife
Fell for his foolish failure to perform
Once upon a time when I was just but a little a boy
My grandmother of illustrious memory – told me many a story
A lot of them funny but some scary
But her favourite tale which I am about to retell
Its effect on me, i suppose should not tell
The one about the young man who refused to marry
Preferring to become an ascetic to the displeasure of his family
For they were inclined to believe – that all those who breathe in air
Surely must leave an heir!
His refusal to marry – pained them all
And many a plan were hatched to sway his mind – but to no avail
Confounded they approached the village sage to explain this mystery
Who cautioned the young man would soon have a case of dysentery
Serious enough to require hospitalization – but one that won’t send him to the cemetery
And as soon as the illness is past, he would surely marry
With this wisdom the family went home rejoicing and merry
Voices high and throaty marveling at this new found posterity
By and by the young man was struck down with dysentery
And no sooner had he recovered he married the village beauty
Much to the amusement of his family who knew all that had happened to the boy
This story my grandmother would recite
Countless times to us little boys long into the night
Toss and turn, turn and toss all night long but our little minds could not fathom
What the young man’s decision to marry had to do with dysentery!
And when I told my fellows at school this story
Don’t know am sure, whether it was under the mulberry or at the refectory
They all agreed that my grandmothers wisdom
Which she had tossed to me sitting at her mahogany was nothing but baloney
When I recounted this to her, she smiled complacently
Aware this curios case of beauty and dysentery I would cherish for eternity.
Wives
Caring
Admiring
Their fine husbands,
Wise!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
10 FEBRUARY 2015
I need her,
Her lips that show up the blossoms,
so much I pinch her bottoms.
Her hair more soft than corn silk,
and her dark nipples leaking milk.
Her happy sport I am proud of,
she flies to score like a raptor.
Her keenness is studious,
I taught her to obliterate struthious.
Her comedy and drama,
she'll make a very proud mama.
Her castle in the desert,
I'll gaze at her sheer skirt.
Her Eastern wisdom,
knowing so well she rules her own kingdom.
Her skilled parle with me,
used cleverly over tea.
That partly is what they mean to me.