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It was just an affair of convenience,
No love or other emotion al stuff,
Just meeting for sessions of sex
Because neither was getting enough.
There was certainly sexual attraction
And our sex was really the best,
Sometimes hour’s long sessions
Broken only when one needed a rest.
I couldn’t keep my hands off her
And she really was just the same
Until we reached the door to leave
And finished our exciting game.
The weeks we couldn’t be together
We’d meet for as long as we could
For inventive sex sessions
In car park or a local wood.
I think we became an addiction
Each knowing the others taste
So of that time spent together
Not a second went to waste.
I remember our final session
Because they were moving away
And we managed to arrange
To be together most of that day.
And we spent it so creatively
As though this last day we must
For one final time fully exploit
And enjoy our equally shared lust
Just an affair of convenience
Keeping two marriages strong
Such an affair of convenience
Nearly fifteen years or so long.
She suddenly came back to memory
For I saw her up town somewhere
We stood and chatted for a little while
Each with grandchild in its push chair
We both smiled as we recalled
Those frustrating times we waited
Between our times together
When our appetites were sated.
I attended my sisters wedding
as she married an Italian man quite charming
the promise between them a delicate flower
the wedding was in a huge church with a thousand stairs
or so it seemed
while they vowed their love in the church it began to rain
not just rain but a torrential downpour . . .
okay- so try to get down a thousand steps without tripping
wearing high heels in the rain . . .
she had wanted an outdoor wedding
no problem said dad.
canopy tents covered our backyard for a nice catered affair
the shed was the bar
tables set so elegant . . .
yet the rain refused to go away in fact got worse
I will never forget the bride and groom at the head table
her hair like a flowing river- both
trying to smile while holding an umbrella . . .
and thunder booming from above
but guess what
I don't think it mattered because
love is the answer . . .
____________________________
November 10, 2019
Poetry/Free Verse/Because They Were In Love
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1197-402-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Love Is the Answer
sponsor, Laura Loo
First Place
I'm madly in love with my beautiful wife
And I'm not afraid to admit it
You'd think after twelve years of marriage
It would cool off just a wee bit
But our love affair is as strong as ever
In fact it's stronger, I would say
We confess our deepest thoughts of love
To each other every new day
Sometimes, two people are just destined to be
Together with each other forever
No one has been able to explain the reason
It's a mutual admiration endeavour
If I knew of some kind of special formula
I wouldn't keep it a deep, dark secret
I'd surely share it with the rest of the world
But I don't have the answer, so be it
I'm madly in love with my beautiful wife
And I'm not ashamed to admit it!
© Jack Ellison 2014
In the depths of the mind's vast terrain,
Where shadows dance and thoughts abstain,
Lies a realm unseen, yet so profound,
Where mental illness's whispers resound.
Anxiety, a relentless beast,
Claws of worry, never released,
It wraps around the soul's fragile thread,
Filling each breath with unease and dread.
Depression, a heavy shroud of gray,
A weight that dims the brightest day,
It steals the light from hopeful eyes,
Leaving behind a void that defies.
Bipolar, a tempest's raging storm,
Swinging emotions, a tumultuous form,
From euphoric highs to depths so low,
A rollercoaster ride, nowhere to go.
Schizophrenia, a fragmented maze,
Where reality blurs in mystic haze,
Voices whisper, and visions distort,
A world unknown, a mind's last resort.
Obsessive-Compulsive, a tangled snare,
Thoughts entwined, a ceaseless affair,
Compulsions bind, in patterns they dwell,
A prison of rituals, a tormenting spell.
Eating disorders, a cruel charade,
Mirror's lies in the choices made,
Feasting or fasting, control fades away,
A battle with self, each passing day.
Post-Traumatic Stress, a haunting ghost,
Memories etched in shadows engrossed,
Triggers ignite, and nightmares take flight,
A wounded soul seeks respite in the night.
Attention Deficit, a scattered mind,
Focus fleeting, thoughts intertwine,
Restless energy, a constant hum,
Concentration lost, a drumbeat's thrum.
Each affliction a unique plight,
A journey fought within the night,
But in the struggle, let us see,
Strength and resilience, set minds free.
For mental illness knows no race or creed,
No boundaries where it plants its seed,
With compassion's grace, let's unite,
And shine a beacon in the darkest night.
Together we'll face the battles untold,
Breaking stigmas, hearts unfold,
With empathy, love, and healing embrace,
We'll conquer the shadows, find solace and grace.
As your immediate boss and superior
It behoves me to have to inform you
Your services are no longer required
A formal letter of termination will ensue!
It has nothing to do with performance
You've really done an admirable job
Believe me, I've tried hard to ignore them
The rumours from everyone's gob!
You've stepped over the line, my friend
With this affair that has people talking
Each time you walk through the office
Sure you've noticed people gawking
I've tried really hard to turn a blind eye
And attempted to keep it hush hush
But now I just can't ignore it anymore
I'm beginning to turn into a lush!
Normally it's not a reason for dismissal
But you've caused me to endure such strife
That I must consider this a special case
Coz the partner in this affair is my wife!
We lived about a hundred miles Northwest of Chicago It was the winter of '73, and snow was covering the roads
In the land of cheese and phesants, the air was crisp and cold Surely, I must have been bored; or more likely, I was a lunatic
I should have relaxed on that quiet day with my lovely and wise wife who pleaded with me not to drive on such icy roadways.
I was convinced that duty demanded I balance the books. I deemed myself important and vital for the success of our
drug prevention program. Yes, I was obsessed with my work and blind to any and everything else that tried to change me.
I was in love with my wife, but I was also having an unhealthy affair. I had heard of extra marital affairs, but no one told this 23 year old about obsessive affairs on the side. How could my premarital counsellor
have overlooked such crucial fine print and denied me of such vital details? Why wasn't I informed that I could be driven by an unseen combustible
engine inside my brain, compelling me to committ forbidden and obsessive actions? How was I to know that I could be so wrapped up by my job?
Not to be denied though, I would soon learned the hard way which is probably
the only way I was going to learn anyway. Less than a mile up the icy road, my vehicle's tire blew; I went into a spin, knocking down a mail box; and the next voice I heard was not an audible one, but my own mind speaking. "You should have listened to your wife!!!". I was all ears and sitting quietly in my 'upside down vehicle'. The only injury was my bruised pride.
That was my first bout with my form of obsessive compulsive behavior which was before the term was even invented.
71917PSContest, Obsessions, Silent One, P2
And down our secret country lane
Two souls as one playfulness gleamed,
We laughed beneath the crisp of rain
A puppy affair we careened--
To relish the hours in a shade
In the gush of sleet's lullaby
With abandon feet in a wade
Reflecting young crush, hearts did sigh.
Sweet adventures so unrehearsed
Grew from fancy to deepened union;
Our couple - dates with fervor's thirst
Affirmed years of real communion.
Now, our eyes hold love, murmurs touch
Just like my past wedding bouquet
Within all times this life I clutch
As true love ripens every day .
When trials come as joy's surprise...
Both of us walk on godly air
Oh how a moment never dies
To celebrate all rains we share.
3/21/2017
For Eve Roper: Puppy love vs True love
light
frost whitens
the frozen verge-
inert below,summer
awaits
under
the hedge a
welcome haven-
down my neck raindroplets
trickle
dozing
on the lawn
St Swithans day-
large round spots splash into
my lap
missing
in action-
his memory
clipped to a bedroom
mirror
a kiss
an affair-
separation
drowns into memory's
abyss
the elk
cub misses
the herd's retreat-
a lone wolf howl calls to
the pack
splendour,
luxury
and much fine art-
in abstentia-the
gentry
a school
of dolphins-
on the starboard
a synchronised swimming
display
winter
turns to spring
high in the trees-
the rookery erupts
in noise
Roasted
chestnuts on
bonfire embers-
forties recollections
alight
smitten
by a smile
the warmth of love
engaged and now lives on
engraved
five toes
and a pad
imprint the snow-
hunger brings a stranger
at night
I peer back through the mists of time to muse and ponder,
Christmases when a lad, giving my mind free rein to wander.
'Twas a simpler time when life moved at a slower pace.
Wonderful memories flood my soul that I cannot erase.
A canopy of lights arched over Main Street from curb to curb.
Holly wreaths were hung from light poles looking so superb!
Merchants festooned storefronts with delightful decorations.
Children's faces were all aglow with eager anticipations!
Kids pressed noses to windows as they went from store to store,
Oohing and aahing at the trains, dolls and games galore!
Later, they'd visit Santa at Woolworths Five and Dime;
They'd have their hopeful list in mind to save Santa's time!
There'd be a Yule Tree lighting and carols sung on the village square.
Santa arrived on Fire Engine Number One to end the evening's affair!
Mother Nature usually provided a couple of inches of snow.
Ah, the simple beauty of my hometown with the lights aglow!
The cops blocked High Street for kids to sled down its hill.
Flopping on their Flexible Flyers provided the village kids a thrill!
Nowadays, though lights and glitzy decorations adorn the mall,
They don't elicit that old time hometown feeling in me at all!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
The largest part of this abandoned warehouse
for creative dilemma is still in the ash medium
from you reach.
Though you’ve part of this morning haze that won’t go unrecognized.
Now that we’ve finally managed to right away ahead of our views across the bridge, it seems that elsewhere you’ve made every effort to prove yourself with your wrongly right-minded people, an iota of one-dimensional news data will be at all our throats.
We taste our sweat.
I must leave you now.
Suddenly, I feel better.
That’s why you’re still a business man & that’s been at least 20 years.
You remember how they were treated with such suspicion of the rage surged up inside
& we can’t surmise what happened.
You know something about this result that surpassed my expectations.
This is a surplus land, a flash & one of those immaculate English smiles on the beetle-browed face.
That cultural shock we’ve had, we’ve covered from the rest of us
we’re determined never to surrender, we’ve plenty of those surges as well. This is just behind the beefy man. This is not a Russian-American exchange project.
It’s far too far from your surly waitress who’s bathing today at your place. I see it under surveillance
but the sewers burst again for the second time this season.
But you’re still the man who’s as slim as a teenager in old clothes
I can’t be very well leaving all the terms out. This is all there
with a lot of lines on the forehead. I maintain your coiffure for good. Remember you’re still a conscientious objector in a uniform, a colony of citadel, breathing, you get comeuppance at the end of the play. This isn’t too happy, if I may add. Kind of tired, you know?