Long Connubial Poems
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Constance Canstinople had connubial concentration
Every date was a grilling, not a joyful celebration.
She spoke of having children with men she barely knew
She stayed single all of her years until she died at ninety-two.
All she wanted was marriage, her nephews and nieces said.
Too bad that she never got to wear her veils and now she’s dead.
But we can reap the benefits of the wedding gowns she collected.
Full of pearls, sequins and lace, beautiful when inspected.
Constance had been too pushy, but she would be better next time.
This is what she said to her main guardian angel Clementine.
Clementine hoped for the best and sent her back as a baby girl.
On her spank she thought “satin dresses and on each a big pearl!”
"Treasure Box"
The etymologist considered "themselves" singular;
like a butterfly collector they pulled the pincushion
out from the treasure box and proceeded to capture words
pinning them to every wall, they felt a certain kind release,
voodoo prayers ran through their mind subliminally,
the agony of adjectives and verbs being kept
beside ampersands conjoining objective pronouns subjectively
was a fluttering kind of let loose ecstacy
their creation connubial was escoteric, beautiful and ingenuous
and insanely free, in a voyeuristic sense, the art was in the act,
the pleasure was in the generosity of letting them all fly free
Candide Diderot. ‘24
“Collected specimens can be identified to species using genitalic dissections and other internal and external anatomy that only can be studied through microscope work on a pinned specimen. The preparation of the wings spread and legs out, makes all features easily seen, including ones you will never see in a live insect.”
“Gently insert a sharp pin between the veins on the front edge of the left forewing and pull the forewing into place. Place a strip of paper over the left wing and insert pins to hold the forewing in place. Make sure you place the pins around the wing and not through it.”
Written: September 09, 2023
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In the sphere of exuberance and delight.
Places where relationships provide insight.
There's a sweetness in the mellowness.
Emotion embellished without devilishness
Intoxication of perpetual bliss,
Unceasing happiness, a blessed kiss
Of goodness and joyfulness combined,
In connubial union, two souls entwined.
A love unending, forever blessed,
In the sacred vows, they have professed.
In this realm of unending delight,
Rapture and felicity bear flight.
Everlastingly, it shall be,
A nirvana of love for all to foresee.
Ageless and eternal, their love shall be,
A pleasantry of ecstasy and glee.
In the realm of geniality and cheer,
Their compatibility shines clear.
Exuberance and joy cram the air,
As their love blossoms beyond compare.
With evermore beatitude they reside,
In married bliss, they cannot hide.
Congeniality and blissfulness abound,
As they create their own paradise found.
In the realm of amenity and peace,
Their love shall never cease.
Eternal and heavenly, their bond will be,
Committed bliss for eternity.
Fumbling for my lighter I saw you:
unlit cigarette awaiting illumination.
I smiled - appealing for enlightenment,
and you came to my rescue, igniting
my interest with a spark of ardour.
You struck the match that lit our love.
You struck the match that made our match!
Thoughts, dreams, hopes and plans kindled
in the embers of that moment, and smouldered....
then bursting into flame, lighting our darkness.
We built walls of assurance -
a sanctuary of hopeful anticipation.
We tended the garden of our desires, and
pruned the doubts and fears until they
withered and died with the failures of the past.
We invested our lives in the vows we made.
We committed to mutual commitment, and
took the tentative connubial steps toward
a future of togetherness - that was then -
then - when love was all we had - we promised......
....Our walls of affirmation still stand.
Our flames of longing still dance in the
moonlight and welcome the dawning of
a new day. Sun-rays of optimism appear
behind clouds of dissension and
in the garden blooms of assurance shower
us with petals of solidarity. We disagree,
but agree to differ, and sit together
on the fence called compromise to watch
the sun set on our disparity....cordiality restored.
We retire to the shelter of our home.
You pour the wine, I strike a match -
our hearts and hearth glow with confidence
as the fire takes hold. Fumbling for my lighter
you anticipate its loss ......and rescue me once more.
No rhyme nor reason why
with yours truly ejaculating
(not prematurely), I utter yippee,
nope no intercourse induced whoopie
upon this... - day three
January two thousand and twenty one
perhaps consummation,
regarding aforesaid euphoric mood
indicative I will become philanthropy
recipient i.e. anonymous lucky payee
before anniversary of this monkey
exhibiting fits and starts
orbitz nearest star
while linkedin to planet Earth
as (mush ado about nothing)
spasmodically thrashing
as garden variety generic
*****sapien protoplasmic beef jerky.
Courtesy guilty conscience,
I verily, timidly, readily... admit
no criminal mind nor hanky panky
whereby unfettered naughty bit
no way no how frolicked courtesy dalliance
though trespassing, plucking,
and nibbling verboten fruit
this average Joe didst commit,
which extramarital trysts
cost hefty penalty fee (think debit)
to checking account exhibit
head by mine absence one night
years ago, when we lived
at 724 West Railroad Avenue
thee missus exploded livid fit
of rage found me stony faced with true grit
feeling proudly unrepentant
what an ingrate hypocrite
pledging troth after rubbing noses
analogous as flirtatious custom to Inuit.
Thus smugness and/or feeling upbeat
seems heretical (in retrospect)
cuz promised covenant chaste away,
when sowing wild oats/gathering rosebuds...
like a mad ing dog in heat
one errant husband
upon wife did swing and cheat,
which wedded connubial bliss
more pronounced now after commiting
egregious sexual feat.
Figurative emasculation discovered
visa vis promiscuous escapades
redemption (no matter an atheist) proffered
hence an ideal place to enclose final word.
O COVID with the MO-VID, you murder bug,
Your sweet quarantine champions my gloom.
Never the buff of a handshake or hug,
Serene in the still of my fond hermit room,
Blessed detention, the liberty of walls;
And though this woe suffers me to talk
To those within these connubial halls,
Exposing my hokum, I say Fie to the Pock,
And mop my **** on duplicitous reams
Of Scotts fair ply, though I’m uncertain why
I stalk the isles in this squirreling dream
Most grateful to shop, most willing to buy
What I do not know: what this mad old bastard
Needs from his truth, and what happens after.
Whence the time had come, for the winding road to shine,
(Orbiting in circles
Jumping Hurdles
Cyclonic sparkles)
Like a diamonté sun, caught in the clearing of vertiginous fog,
The brilliant bride adorned in light, her penguin-groom now in sight,
(White gown swooshing
Silky-soft soothing
Ready for swooning)
With tippy-top hat. But, she had to share through each smiling stare,
The plight of the giant groundhog’s fate. Her wedding day,
(Hog delightfully fat
Furry creature at-bat
Strange one to look at)
Likewise determined by the shadow of the burrowing creature.
His cast, long or short, nearer Winter or Spring? Would their bliss last?
(A stranger crowd
And mighty loud
Mightn’t she disavow?)
The circus ring, of freaky guests, part the way for the bridal party.
Phil, like a vampire, shadowless, so the February-Spring bride cries,
(Puxatawny straight
Too little, too late
Love would have to wait)
Laugh, cries and flees on the groundhog as a runaway bride.
Epilogue:
This happens every year,
Poor Tippy-Top fears,
The pick of the litter
Always gets the wedding day jitters.
Aha moment…Valentine’s day
Might be a better connubial date.
Whirling twirling
Sends hat spinning
He might be winning
Now where, to tell his intended, to take a hike…
How beautiful and bright is your mind
I wonder how God has thy star perfectly designed
How the winks of thy eyes smile
That each one has a different style
How gracious life has become
To set thy age in growing freedom
How great thy heart is
Hardly could my pen describes at ease
How mighty is thy pen's influence
Swinging humanity singing confluence
How love in poetry as a lovely art
Enacts love in thy audience heart
How glowing is thy face
Can anyone easily have thy age's trace?
How on assumption will I suggest thy age
Except poetry gives muse to my pen's gauge
How for long have you had poetry as thy tongue?
May be I wouldn't mislabel thy hood, young
How can I deny the face speaking 40+
Arguing you are on board in 50+ bus
How far you've been is unto thy birth
Do celebrate it in awesome mirth
How today goes with friends
The designs of how atmosphere transcends
How words classically cement history
Explains life ironical mystery
How name names your superimposing life
That each of your son wishes your photo-- a wife
How much better to define a real beauty
Whose activeness is in her connubial duty
Happy happy happy birthday, dear Shanti Harjani Williams
( updated today Jul 22 2026)
Near Love's jasmines breeds
the weeds of jeopardy
Attitude threatens the petals
Stable and sweet one moment
Miserable the next,
Inner insecurities prickle
Nitpicking on trivialities
Ecstasy of passion yet resets
I fall for amorous lap
Yet my heart still bleeds
in a silent chorus
My heartstrings the choir
with guitar strings
The thorns of roses prick
Nuptial jasmine leigh withers,
every thundererous weather
But always regrows
in connubial bowers
and love's spring showers
The chorus a poet bleeds
in ink and quill...
Tears of joy and sadness...