Long Better half Poems
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She Is
She is...my hope for...my everything that I adore...my live for my die for my laugh with my cry for...my want more...my look for...my could be better half...my must have...my algebraic...math equation..equaling the solution to my love starvation...
my think about...my shout it out...my help cry out...my hand in hand walking mean..man...she is my Queen...
She is my learned love mentor my hopeful meant for
(can i walk with you...talk with you...lay with you...stay with you...grow old
and gray with you...laugh with you...cry with you...die with you smile with you...
oh so special you...look up to the sky with you I mean oh my I just want to try....forever I wanna be your guy...).....my kid creator....no one greater...it's her.. she is..my there she is...but where is she? who is she? I mean...
who could she be...? I realized that I may never know her...cause I thought
I met her many times before...feeling secure...in my heart...cause of the love they gave I was so sure our love was pure...so sure...that my love was finally found...
but instead..a whole in my love boat nothing left to do but drown...
By: Peter T. DeSpirito
In you I found myself a me,
a better me
a better half
and now I'm complete
You make me smile without even trying
By just being you
And my home when you around me
You've created a lasting impression
In you I found myself a me,
a new smiley me
a happy me
for it brings out the best of me
You make days worth it
By just being here
And by listening to me
My heart has found a soul mate
In you I found myself a me
a blooming me
a flower for all seasons
I'll never be cold again
You make me put down my guard
By you reassuring me
And by being proud to be mine
You've given me a new purpose to live for
The PO£T
Humphrey Haj
#It's the festive season, lots of love in the air
The air is filled with air that's just there.
My lungs move in and out without a care.
But take my breath away will cause dismay.
And soon I'll have nothing to say.
I pretend to be the better half of a friend.
When last I heard, they thought it absurd.
Sometimes people are stubborn and won't bend.
And now I'm all alone just a divided third.
I try to make sense of being up here on this fence.
To say what I mean and not in the past tense.
Quibble and dribble like a fool without brains.
I'm guessing questions are all that remains.
Will the sun come out tomorrow under the clouds.
While empty hearts hide inside their shrouds.
I think I'll take a turn and turn and turn.
Until I get back to where I never learn.
Ravishing Romeo, you rule my heart
Softly have you ravaged my senses
I'm yours to control, completely yours
Darling, you are dashing and smashing
My beloved better half, I'm besotted with you
You're my treasure, my prince, my pleasure
Mon amour, I love you, my magical mister
You're the answer to my persistent prayers
God's gift, you lift my soul and make me whole
Mystery man, you're the missing piece,
the succulent slice of my life puzzle
My tender tease, my tantalizing tormentor,
I adore you, admire you, this I admit
My missing rib owner, you own me and owe me love
You are rampaging me, changing me for the better
My heaven-sent helpmeet, how you hold me in your heart!
I'm your siren, singing a sentimental serenade for you
You've ravished me, lavished me with your flaming fervour
My large-hearted lover, you light up my life with your love
My daring dearie, let us dance in our dreams with dandelions
Let us paint panoramic pictures of pure passion
Together, let's chart new chapters of chromatic chemistry
Come, let's create a cherubic symphony,
a happy harmony in sync with each other.
Stories that stood behind soundless shapes;
Silence have finally found its way,
Dressed in a tall sky of towering tendons,
Wishing-wells weeping for wagons,
And as fiends of the forest frame fervent flavors,
Gruesome gravels aching for a touch of dirt from bittersweet barrels,
But one day the festering foe will see ,
what it means to be on scorching knees,
When summer is gone only the snow shall bleed,
A sonnet shaper than the dark Lead you read,
What good are ammos without the gun it fits to,
Perhaps threats are just a view only to sit through,
Salt and pepper beard too seek not for fluffy old warm rugs,
when your floors were far too cold for your own bugs,
You’ve stained the better half of what was meant to be,
Then required a fully functioning me?
There is no room for light in this foggy page full of grief,
For hope is a delicacy garnished for thieves.
" The One"
How do you know
When you've found the one
That makes your darkness
Feel like the sun
Your other half
Through the good and the bad
How do you feel
When its meant to be
And you feel it with certainty
Then you know
Love will show
It won't go
Have you ever found that one you meet
Who somehow makes your life complete
Isn't it fun
When you found that one
Found that one
Yes you have
Found that one
That makes you glad
The best you've ever had
Even when you feel alone
They'll be your strength make you strong
Your better better half
Aren't you glad
You've found the one
Its strange
How that one can be
Every thing that you dreamed they'd be
And more
You adore
Who they are
Never thought feelings would get this far
Its amazing and it feels so good
To finally be understood
By your mate
This is great
Found the one
Yes you have
Found the one
That makes you glad
The best you've ever had
Even when you feel alone
They'll be your strength make you strong
Your better better half
Aren't you glad
You've found the one
(Hook)
That one
Have you found them
Always,want to be around them
Inseparable
That's you and I
That one has caught my eye
Captured my heart
Let down my guard
Made me see finally being with that one is not that hard
Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Repeat chorus until fades
By: Concetta Hardnett
11/22/14
7:40 p.m
In seventies, bare seventeen you look,
To me, forever in your teen you look.
Just one more year and all ready to wed,
One, ever playing youthful bin, you look.
Wallowing in youthful wealth, scarce without,
Of happiness and content, queen you look.
Secret? Fate nor fortune comes in your way,
Work as worship can be seen in your look.
Sweet touch of breeze, and wetness mischievous,
Life’s golden touchstone, yen and yin you look.
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Ghazal | 07.02.2026 | humour, life, wife
Note: Humorous ghazals are often known as Hazal.
To keep one’s better half in good humour is half the battle won, they say. Now at this late age if the rest of it is lost it matters little, I hope.
Recent confrontations
between older RightWing defenders of orthodox violence
and younger LeftWing liberators for inclusive cooperative peace
and restorative,
therapeutic green justice,
have all been massively mediated
between Donald Trump's Make America Grotesque Again campaign threats
to promote unhealthy narcissistic uniformity
against more LeftWing integrity
of democratic hearts
for liberal humane-divine love.
Personal political experience
has taught more faith in cooperative webs of interdependent compassion
more cooperatively powerful
than competitive walls
of hostile military-industrialized
automated ballistic autonomy.
Rather than an explicitly resilient conversation
about what we hope to healthy achieve
through wealth of compassion
and co-empathic democratic powers
with all natural/spiritual
ego/eco-energetic people,
non-violent plants
and non-sectarian planet,
The candidates for WiseElder defense
of orthodox Business As Usual capitalistic Truth,
when WinWin cooperative GoldenRule confronted,
resisted,
questioned,
by actively hopeful universally democratic youth
for liberally compassionate unitarian liberty
confront a hypothetical Wall
to deny apartheid-wounded neighbors,
Walls overly defensive
for White male property enslaving owners inside
significantly contributing to further pathological sectarian divides
rooted in ignorance
suspicion,
supremacy theories
That White northern and western males
were, and are,
more clearly incarnating King James English translations
of White male God's divinely imaged inspired intentions
granting privileged grace
for evangelical BadNews WhiteMale Elders
Colonizing their weaker, but gratuitously better, half RightBrain minded women
and children
and indentured servants
until we get their Win/Lose ballistic and high-walled defenses
more right
than networking compassionately left
dismissively unmediated
through cynical detachments
more WinLose toward long-term climate LoseLose
than rapturous WinWin,
both short and long-term
ego- and eco-systemic healthy wealth.
I have not experienced 65 Christmas's
Without having learned a few survival techniques,
And picking up a few handy tips for avoiding stress,
So as to make hay during the silly season.
First rule if you aim to get through in one piece,
With no stains on your character or on your shirt,
A bolt hole is a must,
A place where you cannot be found for a minimum of half an hour,
Preferably with storage for emergency drinks and treats.
2nd rule,
Know how to get lost in a crowd,
If you can't avoid shopping trips,
And avoid anything in kit set form,
Unless your IQ is below average,
In which case you will completely understand,
The assembly instructions.
3rd Rule and this is the hard one,
Don't get drunk before the big day,
As this is a time for being alert,
Listening to instructions from your better half,
And interpreting hand signals in the presence of children.
A final word of wisdom,
Trust the little voice inside you,
That tells you when your eyes and your stomach are in correct alignment,
And forget at your own peril that this is not the season for scoring points,
Off in-laws.
She's a superposition
of a tiger and a cat
Open the box, with permission
Still won't know where she's at.
Can't decohere a wave.
Can't tell her to behave.
She’s everywhere and nowhere
It really isn't fair.
(bridge)
I tried to use logic
No clean line to pursue
Every glance became a question
Learn an answer, lose a clue.
(chorus)
She’s my quantum woman
A personality distribution
What she's thinking is insane
I'm only certain of her name.
She takes every possible pathway
Some cancel, some align
Interference in my brain waves
Complicates my mind
We’re telepathically entangled
What she knows, I feel it too
But the moment that I measure
Something can't be true.
I've tried intuition
I've tried tea leaves too
I have a sense of mission
To know who I'm married to.
The social worker said forget it
She's still your better half
Quantum theory drives men crazy
Only a genius can do the math.