Husband Horror Poems

She was ensnared within her gardens,
Amid a tempest of roses,
Entangled in the mournful whispers of… 
Weeping willows,
From noon till night.

Within her bustling haven, 
the envy...

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It started with a scent, a touch, from him,
Something once loved, now causes fear deep within.

The wrong joke, look or word said,
Would cause him to...

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Losing everything I have is repugnant to me,
I’m thinking of a natural disaster, flood, or fire
How traumatic losing everything would be,
I can think of nothing...

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after my beloved husband died ...
    I visited his tomb often ...  I found comfort being there
    ...

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On a lonely dark night, I was awakened from 
my sleep.
My house was really quiet and you couldn't 
hear a peep.

I heard a mysterious noise...

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Lemme titillate thee
regarding myself daily soldiering thru breastworks
read out loud to experience where dangerfield lurks
twenty five years a husband unknown marital perks
bachelorhood to die for,...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Up in the  hills stood an old stone farm house
The undertaker outside guiding his cart and horse
Another victim to the black widows deadly kiss
The...

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Peasant girl was now a knight’s wife 
Enjoying the step up in life 
For a spell 
She left the desert in order for the two...

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March came in like a lion
And never let up, not really 
The children, Markie and Stu, spent most of their day outside
Except, usually, for a...

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I.
When Sal rode slowly into Victorville,
he saw an empty street, buildings unfilled,
Sol half-expected this, it’s why he was here,
but even to him, it always looked...

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Bombed out of our comfort but the children do not see
Keep it from our sweet babies, so they will be on track.
Despondent, bereft, discouraged, my...

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My life is good but so ordinarily boring
I feel the urge to maybe start exploring
I am getting old, my body’s fat storing
Time for bed again...

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Real horror is not a movie on the big screen or T.V.

Real horror is: 

a newborn baby addicted on heroine 
a homeless man sleeping under...

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Shush! My dog ears caution me. Did you hear that? I stop sorting coupons, and listen, hard.
My husband is gone, and there are adult footsteps...

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