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The gold ring slumbers on
the nightstand,
An unfaithful wife in a
broken marriage.
She walks the hallway with a
quiet tread,
And brings a stranger's scent
into her bed.
The sweet deceptions linger
on her tongue,
While all our sacred promises
are wrong.
She smiles at texts kept
hidden from her husband
sight,
And turns her back to meet
her lover at midnight.
The Architecture of her home
decays,
Lost in the fabric of her
deceitful, sinful, and shifting
ways.
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You're mad because I told your husband the truth.
You cheated on him and I showed him the proof.
Instead of being angry, you should be ashamed.
You cheated and you only have yourself to blame.
You tried to convince your hubby that my proof was misleading.
But he could see the truth and he started divorce proceedings.
Because you were unfaithful, the judge didn't give you squat.
The clothes on your back were the only things that you got.
Your good life is gone and that's something you regret.
You once drove a Porsche but now you drive a Chevette.
Because of your infidelity, you were tossed out into the street.
If you ever find another rich man, you'd better not cheat.
(This is a fictional poem)
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An unfaithful wife poses coy,
A spouse too straight perhaps plays fool,
Salty sea feels soothing cool,
Courteous goes fraudulent ploy,
Too sweet a tongue tends to befool.
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Translation |18.09.2024| wife, coy, unfaithful, sea, water
Poet’s note: Sanskrit has thousands of verses of wisdom called Subhashhitam. This one is taken from my selection of translations. Wisdom tells us to be wary of tranquil waters. They are deep. So also sea waters that be salty are soothing cool. A wife who is unfaithful poses coy. And if I may add, an unfaithful husband, tries to look too caring. The transliteration of the Sanskrit verse follows:
A-satee bhavati sa-lajjaa, kshaaram cha sheetalam bhavati |
Dambhah bhavati vivekee, priya-vaktaa bhavati dhoorta-janah ||
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“Oh! That hurt!” I tried to duck as a vase smashed on my head,
“You rat!” my wife screamed out at me, her face was very red,
“How could you be unfaithful?” she raged at me again,
“I’ve found this piece of paper; so Sally is her name?”
“Now darling hear me out,” I said, “you’ve reached the wrong conclusion!
I can set your mind at rest; there is no real confusion,
Sally is a horse I backed; she was highly recommended,
A filly of the highest breed she’s really rather splendid.”
“Oh what relief” said wife to me “I’m sorry how I acted,
I doubted you, I’m so ashamed, I rather over reacted,”
“No worries” I said with a saintly smile “the incident’s forgotten”
(Even though my head did ache and I felt dazed and rotten),
So I sat down and rested and soon fell fast asleep,
Until that is another blow stirred my slumber deep,
“Ouch!” screamed I, my head recoiled from a frying pan I think,
My wife was like a demon, was she the worse for drink?
“What have I done, why hit me again?” I shouted with a groan,
“Because you need to wake up - your horse is on the phone!”
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Dramatic Monologue
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There is no perfect man
yes there is
There's no one who can stand
yes there is
There is no perfect husband
yes there is
O oh whoo what a man
But he lies he cheats he litigates he tears a asunder
He breaks hearts make broken shatter like glass
He's always misspoken woe unto me there's no perfect husband
oh but yes there is
Woe but a man who does nothing
Lays round and does nothing but
Playing video games constantly
And ranting screams and yelling for his wife to provide his supper
Miss Justice no affection slap on the face that's his affection
Rearing raising children a sperm donor
He's not Not even a home owner
use chosen but it's not it not there is a perfect husband
you ratify you make excuses but remember you're not delusional
sure he may go to work every now and then
but most the he out on the corner with his friend in and out of the house in and out of your life like a revolving door sometimes unfaithful
he's with that w**** but you know there's no such thing
as a perfect man
yes there is
where is one to be found I know that there's one
there is a perfect man perfect husband
the one who got down on one knee you were hoping
to be his wife for life
but yet he was enticed he let his sins run
run amok up whoa where's the perfect man
where's the perfect husband
here he is
Jesus
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I do not know?
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Tried to resist the temptation
But my will is not that strong
Tried to push you away
But found myself holding on
And now I’ve gone too far
There’s no turning back
It’s all gonna fall apart
So I just live in the this moment
It feels so wrong
My guilt consumes me
You already belong
To somebody that’s not me
Yet still I lie here in your arms
Cause there’s nowhere I’d rather be
I meant to cause no harm
But that’s all I seem to be doing
I’ve always felt so drawn to you
Since the moment that we met
I could tell you felt it too
Couldn’t get the thought out of my head
Or the way your eyes undressed me
From all the way across the room
A look that’s so compelling
What else was I to do
Now I can’t help myself from falling
Though I know how foolish it is
I Try to pretend it’s not her calling
As you switch your phone to silent
But I can’t hide that I’m affected
It’s smeared across my every thing
This secret must be kept one
So it sits inside me festering
And I don’t even have the right to hate you
It isn’t me you’ve been doing wrong
It’s her to which you've been unfaithful
This is something I have known all along
Still my heart aches like it’s broken
I feel like I don’t know myself anymore
Hard to believe this is the path I’ve chosen
I’m nothing more than a home wrecking whore
But even with that knowledge
I can’t keep away from you
Your love provides me with little solace
Only leaves me sad and confused
And though I hurt
Woe is not mine
It belongs to her
The one you call wife…
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Prose Poetry
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The curtain slowly rises...the audience is spell-bound
by the appearance of royalty
Act 1, Scene 1
King Henry VIII: O adored wife, you never drew
another man to your breasts;
have I loved you more or less?
King Henry VIII: O voluptuous lips that have kissed mine,
when roses spurred to greatness,
is your trust in me flimsy or fortified?
Queens Katherine: Why are you asking me this,
beloved husband, if the promise
of that young virgin was more than true?
I have desired your strong arms around me,
to dispel my fears and doubts on many moonless and frightening nights...
when the northern wind ruthlessly entered in the chambers,
and blew out all the candles that were more aromatic than columbines!
O dearest love, which need I didn't provide you by touch?
King Henry VIII: No, sweeheart everything you offered me,
but lust for another woman led me astray...
leaving your marital bed and sneaking away!
Queen Katherine: O dishonorable husband, what made you so unfaithful...
if I made you the vessel of these dreams,
to transport me on soft waves like cherubs' wings?
King Henry VIII: Not enough passion in love-making, insensible wife...
permitting your guilt prevent the pleasure
I sought in every embrace and intimate feeling,
to boost this amorous ego without ending!
Queen Katherine: How dare you say that, unmeritous husband...
while your attention was focused on a mistress?
King Henry VIII: How can you blame me, uncaring wife...
making me escape and causing me to cheat?
Queen Katherine: This marriage took place under the eyes of the Almighty,
and you solemnly swore to honor me,
to love me, to strengthen me and to spend a lifetime
of joys, of hopes and sorrows through love and fidelity!
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Dramatic Monologue
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Don’t wait for Mr. Right
Before you say “I do”
Be the Mrs. Right, don't wait for Mr. Right
Think deeply and search through your heart
if you're the type of woman who can manage her home
if you're the type of woman who can handle her man’s emotion
if you're are not that type of lady who thinks marriage is
Only for child bearing and for a kitchen-house wife
Hope you are not the kind of lady who has no vision
For the kind of man she wanted and lack wisdom on how to treat men
Hope you are not the kind of lady who desire to use men as hand-bag
And forget that they may in-turn use her as a punching bag
Hope you are not the nagging type of a woman
Who her husband prefers outdoor activity than sitting by her
Or the one her husband prefer to see empty bottles than seeing her face
talk-less of listen to her ungrateful wish
Who only complain about what her husband did not do
But fail to commend on what he had done when she least expected
Who compare her husband with the neighbor’s man?
And who always compete with her man in different regard
Hope you are not the unfaithful and faithless of all women
Who is unstable in her matrimonial home
Who is not ready to stand in when things are tough and rough?
Hope you are not the kind of lady who is addicted to party
And will abandon her spouse and children at home without trace
Hope you are not that lady who snub men that come her way
Instead of listen to their talk, she is busy thinking about their purse
Hope you are not that kind of lady who her thought is in what she can get
From every men and not in what she could give to each man who are in need
And you are not that lady who snub men she think are not well-to-do
And you are not that kind of a woman who her greed for pleasure
Allows her date only those well-to-do men because of her belly
Hope you are not that kind of lady who looks down on potential men
Who make jest of men struggling on their path to rise to prominence?
Or that kind of lady who is not prepared to assist her man when there is need
But in vain waiting for those she thinks are rich and loaded with money
And you are not that type of girl who is waiting for the ready made men
Those that have built their empire without the help of any woman
But need a woman as a house wife and not a career woman.
So before you say i do
Make sure you are the Mrs. Right
And be aware of your flaws
And don't expect any Mr. Perfect
Since he’ll not come by anyway
So think deeply before you say Yes I do
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