Long Annulment Poems
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Food is a gift from the Creator
To make mankind happy;
But never indulge in over eating
For it may cause some misery.
Work is Almighty's command,
For people to be glad;
But one must avoid greed
That shall make him truly sad.
So nice to gain knowledge
For it brings satisfaction;
But the fool says to his heart:
'There is no God in action'.
Friend lends a helping hand
All the more in times of need;
But bad buddies and mates
Will make your heart bleed.
Having a lifetime partner
Is healthy to one's emotion;
But the Lord hates divorce,
Annulment and separation.
The bread, job, wisdom,
Acquaintance and a spouse;
To human they are gifts
And treasures whom God allows.
But the greatest gift of all
That we must value and cherish
Is salvation in the holy city
Where hunger and pain shall perish.
Though A Destitute Alteh Kocker...
(albeit boyish), I tell myself with pride
always look on the bright toothless side
of life, this nonconformist tried
his darnedest with
threadbare trappings to abide
despite bristling, harumphing,
and lamenting luckless life,
while woe didst ride
shotgun squeezing snotty
schnozzle, nuzzling nose, wide
dilating nostrils coquettishly cozying cold
conical snout splayed alongside
steering column as if silently to chide
yours truly for impoverished states
of body, mind, and spirit hermetically hide
ding, asper necessary manna,
hence, (no eggs add chore ration) I yolked
reining clamps down hard, ultimately dried
existential wellspring, especially averse to risk
rejection, when as supremely
scared boy stifling bittorrent tide
natural animal propensities squelched elide
ding healthy mental, physical
and spiritual development
desperation found future bride
less because stricken with love bug,
versus when pent up vasocongestion vied
hardened male member, which relied
on instinct to seal biological pact
sporting two (now grown) daughters bonafide
birthright genetically patented
each taking their respective stride
toward housing vibrant young women
expanding their comfort zones,
unwittingly forcing this papa to admit he denied
himself obligation to foster maturation
implicit with every species within world wide
web, no chance to rectify the bitterness inside
hence pervasive reference, sans annulment
portraying "FAKE" motif life, liberty
and pursuit of happiness only
experienced, when Alpine for Swiss side!
Poetic paean to papa's princess
Otherwise titled:
Mien wonderful wedded divine wife
whose piercing deliverance...,
a balm ameliorating tattooed strife
despite being dirt poor,
I cherish her pricelessness, how nice,
a beacon complementing/
supplementing homelife,
who will forever be with me
even during our (mine
atheistic couched) afterlife.
She, the mother
of our deux darling daughters, I adore
though ofttimes, she never knows...
expressing love tis quite an arduous chore
concerning me upon this (we quietly celebrate
wedding anniversary two days hence, whoa...
how quickly time doth pass, cuz we wed
yes already number xxiv, i.e. twenty four)
orbitz around the sun, we reminisce...
So much emotional turbulence
nearly rent asunder,
I accept culpability (yours truly)
strayed against sacred covenant
went wayward intrepid misdeeds
nearly perilously upended marriage,
said vaguely worded insensate blunder
wrought catastrophic upheaval
reigned analogous how millenniums ago
Vandals, Huns, Goths,
et cetera did plunder
and ransack the
outer limits of Roman empire
our pledged troth shattered,
whereby the missus outclassed Zeus,
she emitted deafening thunder,
yet annulment nor divorce,
she would not grant
sigh of great relief
and mystery I wonder...
To this July twenty third -
how hands of father time
speedily lept away
two thousand and twenty,
an (extra) ordinary day
to be alive and appreciate sticktoitiveness
toward her, whose troth I pledged
courtesy thee (sacrilegious infidel)
mine discreet liaisons spouse forgave
NOT telling me hike along highway
and/or boulevard of broken dreams, motorway
avoided, cuz she thee missus
WANTED me to stay
in role of legally wedded husband
(and father to deux special grown lasses)
when they (progeny)...
were just newborn babes yesterday!
For you, the winter has departed
For me, the spring has started,
Seasons began where nature parted.
Going from north to south
on its axis through the earth
around the sun, the seasons give birth.
There are no wasted nights
nor annulment of days,
with rainy clouds and sunny rays.
Every journey has a portrait.
Every spare moment in the fate
the mood keeps the spirit awake.
When the sun comes shining
All the flowers begin blooming
Their beauty and radiance illuminating
A day moves into a new horizon
The possessive night lingers on
Into memorial direction.
Every step is a valuable lesson
To capture the paths of each person
which leads to the same destination.
Where life's challenges begin
With whispering voices in the wind
receptive illusions and dark living.
The path known could be everything
when you recall, it could be nothing
only the memory of silence serenading
She kissed a frog
and got no Prince
that so sad Princess sweet.
But still it quickened
her palad pulse
and her heart it skipped a beat.
Do not judge,
Frog had his charms
he was a clever chap.
One kiss it’s true,
love ruled the day.
Frog hopped upon her lap.
Their wedding strange,
there by his pond.
Her Castle up the hill.
The Frog you see
had cast his spell,
the Princess lost her will.
To the Castle,
the couple climbed.
A luxurious place to stay.
A talking frog,
with glowing green skin,
had somehow won the day.
French frogs philander,
he could not stop.
Our Froggy caught in the act.
Back to the pond,
annulment too,
Frog’s spell was finally cracked.
The Princess cried
“How could it be?
I loved you with my whole heart.”
He responded with beguiling smile,
“It seems we both must part!”
The vows were whispered in silence,
no flowers, no veil, no ceremony,
just a diagnosis sealed like a ring around my ribs.
I was 15 when they handed me a lifetime.
Not the kind you dream of.
Not white lace or promises beneath church bells.
This was different.
This was marriage to something that does not love me back.
I walked down no aisle,
but still found myself standing at the altar of forever.
Doctors dressed in white.
My future rewritten in prescriptions and silent nods.
There was no “for better or worse,”
only this is how it will be now,
spoken like scripture carved into the wall of a waiting room.
My name was paired with it,
like two people forced into a life together,
a union of nerves and noise, of exhaustion and pretending.
We sleep in the same body.
We wake up side by side.
It wraps itself around me like a lover,
but it doesn’t hold me gently.
It doesn’t ask if I’m ready.
They don’t call it terminal,
but it feels like a funeral for the version of me I’ll never become.
I am mourning in silence
while everyone else says congratulations for being “strong.”
No one throws rice or raises glasses,
just deadlines and expectations,
just pills and noise
and a future that walks slower than everyone else’s.
I never said yes,
but I’m still bound to it.
Forever isn’t just for lovers.
Sometimes it belongs to girls like me,
who were handed a lifelong guest
that never leaves,
never quiets,
never loosens its grip.
There is no escape clause.
No annulment.
No clean break.
Only me.
And this.
Forever.