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Come along retire, travel with me
Be my love in places we've not seen
We'll travel around the world our home
Roaming those valleys and mountains tall
Our love won't wane only grow__untame
We will have all our pleasures anew
Every moment treasure other
Whilst each day brings us new sunrises
Each one more glorious__ exciting
If these pleasures seem your heart to move
Come be my love in our latter life
In passage over the ocean blue
We'll travel see the world anew__dream
Dreams that our imagination schemes
(Parody of "The Passionate Shephard To His Love" by Christopher Marlowe (1564-
1593) for Dr. Ram's contest.)
My husband has always loved
The African bush and the wild,
From the time he was only a child,
So, when he was old enough in his late teens,
Persuaded Andre a school friend,
That the bush was serene,
But hubby did not expect a disaster so unforeseen.
It was Winter, the month of July,
That they left for this trip,
Both excited, Andre apprehensive of
Being in winter’s bitter grip.
Spiders were about galore, they saw baboons
A jackal, and snakes on every path they took,
And one Andre accidentally trod on with his foot.
Well, hell hath no fury as the wrath
Of a hibernating snake,
Which viciously with all its venom
Bit Andre with might,
His scream was one of pain and fright,
Do something quickly he cried.
Neither had anticipated this,
Hubby had to find
Help, he hastened along a beaten track,
Having assured Andre, he would soon be back.
He found kindred souls who loved the wild
As much as he, lo and behold one was a doctor.
Andre related the story to this doctor,
He shocked her,
Immediately she said, go back and suck
Out the poison,
The snake you described that struck
Your friend, is poisonous but not
To any great extent,
You could retrace your steps
Along the same path,
Hubby whispered in the doctor’s ear,
Where the snake with wrath
Had bit Andre, she laughed aloud,
Well, you have to choose what to do,
It must be one of the two.
Hubby slowly returned, giving himself
Time to ponder and review,
Her prognosis, for one of the two options,
He certainly was going to discount,
The one of sucking the poison out,
Without a shadow of doubt,
The snake had bit Andre on his willy!
He returned to his friend who looked pale,
Who or what did you find,
A doctor, who advised something silly,
What did he say,
Well, said hubby, today is not your day,
We must return right away,
Andre only seventeen began to cry,
Hubby declared,
If we don’t, you will surely die!
She was a delicate cat, a darling little miss.
Her soft tan color gave her a look of daintiness.
I climbed up on a ladder and tried to coax her down.
She blinked her eyes at me, backed up with a frown.
Come on, sweetie, I said. You are such a darling honey.
I told my husband I could get her; we had bet some real money.
She got higher now, and it made me irritated.
She was at least six feet further, I felt exasperated.
Come on, honey, I said with my sweetest smile.
She backed up further, more than a yard, maybe a mile.
My husband came out and yelled “How are you doing up there?”
I said “You scared her, and now the bet is not fair!”
He laughed at this, for he knew I might welch on the bet.
Come on, baby, I said to the cat whose eyes got quite wet.
She lunged at me with a paw trying hard to scratch me.
So I removed the ladder and left her up in that tree.
The Space Heater
I am sitting on the porch
watching the birds at the feeder
my husband just filled.
He is a sweetheart,
and I am blessed.
I was thinking.
I was praying.
Every breath...
to Him on high!
Almost, nearly no one...
just me
noticed the female cardinal.
She was there.
Beautiful in her own right.
Not bright red,
but a warm, fall, flame...
with markings only her mate
would know,
and God
of course.
I was supposed to be doing other things.
It is the holiday season.
No... It is Christmas.
It is the celebration of the birth of Our Savior.
It is the very beginning
of everything bright.
The birds are still at the feeder.
A bright, cardinal, male has shown up.
The other birds give way,
like a celebrity has joined their crowd?
Again...
I should go inside and do things
that are important on a list that I made...
last week? or the week before?
I used to make them all the time.
But I found that I used more time
making them than succeeding.
Watching birds is on the list now.
It was not always there,
but it should have been.
They are not afraid of the winter.
They know the Father knows their need,
and will feed them unto the spring,
when life will come forth at His command.
My husband calls from the door,
"Come inside the coffee is ready."
He is such a good man.
I live in Grace,
as I have no idea
how I got here,
except by the Lord's plan.
I would have been happier sooner,
if I had listened,
and heard,
the word.
I get up quietly as not to disturb the guests,
and go inside.
He is there.
Life is beautiful,
inside and out.
For now, however,
the space heater is a comfort
to sit by together,
until spring.
They call it a cliché
I even laugh with them, too
They say "it's just a Hallmark holiday"
But then I'm surprised by you
How do you explain to someone
that you've married your best friend?
That when you've find the right one
it feels like a sleepover that never ends
That feeling to them is just foreign
They simply don't understand
The kind of love I have for him
Our souls fit hand in hand
We can anticipate what the other will say
Before they finish their sentence
He holds me close and together we sway
During a kitchen floor slow dance
They say "There's no such thing as soulmates"
That it'll work "if you try hard enough"
For them, that makes my heart ache
They must still be combing through the rough
I really don't mean to boast
But then again, I do
As we say "I love you most"
I know I've found my forever with you.
I've married my best friend
and they'll tell me that's a cliché
But who else got a bouquet of red
for Halmark's silly "Sweetest Day?"
We are tore
To our core
We have lost a princess
Who was adored
And admired with great fondness.
A real princess
Who rode in the royal carriage
In to a love less
Marriage
By a Prince no less!
As far
As we know this love wasn't written in the stars
Which left our princess
Feeling betrayed, powerless,
Filled with distress,
And emptiness
By her husband 's regardless
And careless
Behavior. He thought she should have nothingness
But oh! Contaire
She shared with the world about her sickness
Which made her priceless.
Arguments with the Royal family were endless.
The closeness
She shared with her sons was amazing and rare.
This princess
Was dauntless
In the darkness
For the less
Unfortunate she showed kindness
Even to those with out an illness
Which endeared her to us as flawless
With her passing everyone has sadness.
Love and flowers came from all over for the princess
Who had made progress
And was a success
In her quest.
She was by the world far more than the Queen
Or her exhusband expected.
She was the people's Princess!
Pack his suitcase,
say goodbye.
Tears don't even
reach my eye
"Come back safely.
Do take care."
Then he's gone, and
I'm left there
Give a smile, and
don't complain
What's the use?
Just bear the pain
Hours of empty,
voiceless time!
Countless trips
should be a crime.
Time to clean, for
he'll be back.
All I've left
is paltry snack.
Home a while then
off again
It's his job
to save from sin
Pack his suitcase,
then unpack.
There's no way
to get time back
Special times just
gone amiss.
Rushed goodbyes,
and hurried kiss
Weeks and months,
yes, years go by.
Getting old,
and soon I'll die
When I'm gone
I'll be at rest
No pack/unpack
No empty nest
Let another
stay behind;
someone else
he's sure to find,
but I know that
she'll complain.
He won't go
to keep her sane
I hope one day
he'll come to see
what he did
was cruel to me
Lonely days that
merged to nights.
Sighs and tears...
It was not right
Too late he'll know
he broke my heart.
Those trips he took?
That time apart?
Broke me, killed me,
stole my life
"Work is second!
First is wife!"
The simple truth
he could not see.
Now there's nothing
Left of me.
Eileen Manassian
In way of explanation: both my husband and I work for our church organisation, and he has a leadership role which necessitates travel to the countries in the Middle East and North Africa. He has to travel. It's part of his job description, but it doesn't make it any easier for me, especially since I work full time and am a caregiver to my 88 year old dad who had alzhiemers. If we want to get retirement benefits, we need to keep working for the organisation, so... there is that. I'm just tired of it.. that's all. I've been alone so many times...depression sets in before he travels and while he's away. It's been this way for years. I read him the poem today :(. He knows I'm posting it. To be fair... he's cut down on some of it because of my mental health. There is a spouse allowance for travel, but the timing doesn't coincide with my teaching scedule and I can't leave dad anyway. This is just a angst filled reflection on how it feels to be lonely.
“You can have any wish,” the genie said.
“Any ONE wish?” the girl asked, a little disappointedly.
“One wish,” the genie answered, shrugging.
“Oh.. then” she said, thinking it over. “I wish for.. a banana,” she said whimsically.
“A banana?” The genie asked, hesitantly.
“Yes, the girl said, nodding her head.
A banana appeared on the table.
“As a banana pudding, please - in a bowl,” she amended.
The genie nodded, and a large bowl of delicious looking pudding took the place of the banana.
“With a spoon?” she asked sweetly, and a spoon appeared by the bowl.
She tasted the pudding and it was, indeed, magically delicious.
“A jewel encrusted spoon.” she corrected, and again it was so.
Then she blurted, all at once:
“The Spoon is In the hand of a handsome prince, who’s genetically identical to Timothée Chalamet and is so in love with me that he proposed a moment ago - to the delight of his father, the king, who knows we will both live long and happy lives, having several delightful children - that will rule long after us - but who, unbeknownst to anyone, has an immensely serious heart condition that, sadly, will claim him roughly fifteen minutes after he pronounces the prince and I husband and princess!”
The prince appeared, and the happy king.. It all happened.
As the ensuing dramas unfolded, the genie took his leave.
“It’s *never* just a banana,” he said to no one, snapping his finger and vanishing in a puff of wispy white smoke.
Could it be
cause if it is
your with me
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Twinkle: twinkle twank!
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the boat was on sail
the scayle was digatal
the trout was poached
and she was the poacher
the rhino's are forbidden to
poachers
are you a poacher.
what thyme is it?
where did all the time go.
My silly mind.
Is that mine?
extracting minerals from mine:
or extracting minerals from the mine?
The leeks,
it leaks.
peas these his peas
where the take was found.
green, big green peas
the largest peas around.
who eye's peas
the black eye peas,
sweet peas too. skirt steaks, my steaks
there in mushroom.
I am husband not wife
spouse to the lday who's
married to me.
I am wife not husband
I married this man
this man married me
she wants him to love
she loves the other her
she said she aint got much
on loving
but the money can make her smile
he heard what she said
and they were together
she became pregant with a child
she likes being p@rned
but loves her to be intermate
that gonna jive
that parts we
can forget.
clearveiw Manor is
a fictional
City in the Provence of the reunited Country.
there is where our soap opera is situated.
you couldn't find a date in a fig newton!
Oh Maya, you are so cute and beautiful,
Dancing like a damsel around me.
I came here with a definite hope,
Of winning you without a delay.
Oh Maya, showing your softness and grace,
You delude me and made me a slave.
But whenever I woke from my dream,
I fight feverishly for winning you.
Oh Maya, you are so pure and adorable,
As a golden vision for my eyes.
I came here with a supreme will,
Of winning you without a delay.
Oh Maya, putting many obstacles around me,
You bar me from any future progress.
But whenever I woke from my sleep,
I hurl myself striving to break through.
Oh Maya, you are so nice and lovable,
As goddess of pleasure for my senses.
I came here to be your husband,
To control you and command you.
Oh Maya, like a moth flying against the flame,
You drag me to pleasures of life.
And I searched for happiness everywhere
But standing here futile and vain.
Oh Maya, now my time is gone forever,
Without finding any space for my leg.
The cause and effect is drawing their clutches,
And here I die, crippled and cheated.
Oh Maya, like the Christ I will resurrect,
And come back here to continue the fight.
And one day I will win your heart,
And make you my wife for ever and ever.
Comment : Actually it is not meant to be written as merely a love story.. This poem is based on Indian Philosophy. The union which is described is between 'Prakrithi' (The nature) and 'Purusha' (The Individual Soul). The individual soul manifested has an aim to conquer her-The Nature and his effort is continuing..
Won second place in STRAND SELECT 6 any form,any theme Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand