Long Marry Poems
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Officers and Gentlemen
I think this was the name of the movie I saw a romantic love story
of an officer aspirant and his girlfriend who worked in a factory.
When he passed his exam, he walked into the factory claiming
his trophy.
It was ever so romantic, brought tears to many eyes, it raised
a social class issue here, the movie was made before the woke
mentality and Me-Too took hold.
His friend who also studied to become an officer had a girlfriend
whose dream was marrying an officer.
He was not that keen to be one, broke off the study and told her
they could get married now buy a house and have kids
A sulk walked across the girl’s face, and her dream was crushed
She didn´t love him, but the illusion.
She refused to marry a mere civilian.
Devasted, he understood she had not loved him, her words
of love was fantasy walking down the high-street, arm in arm
With an officer.
The young man felt betrayed and lied to boked into a hotel
got a room and, later that day hung himself.
compatible enough to understand
the differences.
compatible enough to make you wonder why.
lovable enough to cause conversation
brilliant enough to say why
woman enough to be loved
moody enough to be evaded
love me enough and I will marry you
trust me enough and you'll understand.
beyond the ways of me absent
woman enough to show me I her man.
" they sat frustrated", their effords to make her not want me had failed: a riff between the two shall unravel them, in their unraveling all that they have gain shall be shared among those who, worked against them. But who's the foolish, and who's the most selfish: that stubborn women, create envy among those who can't understand the trust. And steadfastness and devotion to a woman causes, women to hiss and stick their tougue at others. ...... Edgar Delgrin
Fifty Years
(To Barbara, with love, on our 50th wedding anniversary)
By Franklin Price
11/21/2019
It has now been fifty years, of love, and work, and play.
Seems that when we first began, was only yesterday.
I know God had a voice in it. I'm glad he had a say
He still is watching over us, as we move along the way
Could not have done it by ourselves, we both had tried before.
Had already played the game, three to nothing was the score.
I asked if you would marry me and try this thing once more
We threw caution, to the wind, and opened up the door.
We should have known, our wedding night, that we would go the mile.
You were looking beautiful, as you were walking down the aisle.
Our wedding vow of sickness, was one that made us smile.
You were ill that evening, no consummation for awhile.
Through the years we've done a lot, and shared the race we've run,
Proudly raised a daughter, she was our only one.
Blessed us with grandchildren, they're grown and lots of fun.
We tell anyone who listens, about all the things they've done
Both our parents gone, we're the elders that we've got
Our house and cars are paid for, there's roast beef in the pot
Our parts are all still working, that's saying quite a lot
We're not done until we're finished, and we certainly are not
I can't imagine anyone, to even think I will refrain,
That could have made me happier, to come in from the rain,
To fill my life completely, so I never missed the train,
I'm ecstatic, your my loving wife, and best friend, Barbara Jane
Dear Cold Springs,
Men build empires from granite
facades taken from the ground you keep.
Most people on Minnesota Highway 23
pass without knowing the history
you keep to yourself. Most think you’re only
a small town with a brewery and a stadium
for a local baseball team, where people
from farmlands go after the last hay bale thrown.
Some pass you on the way to Saint Cloud,
industry and fortunes sought, but a few stay.
It is the solitude they seek, quiet conversations,
a pastoral land where your son is destined
to marry the girl down the street.
In the local bakery familiar conversations are shared,
and without a word, the baker knows
what you will order when you walk through the door.
Your children complain, and when grown
go seek a life in the city to act smart
and feign forgetfulness of country ways,
but in conversation and memory,
a part of them stays.
Let the children come back to you,
Davenport
*Cold Springs, Minnesota
"Nog slurpers"
He said his new female freind was considered a cougar.
She was much older than he was. They debated two terms in conversation
she dated one fella 14 years her junior while being 44, he was 30.
Minerva told Aphrodite that after there frill she would seek a man to marry might he wish to procreate Ishall lead him to a divine repository for seamen. We knew what she really said. Some how she'd find a way to distort the reality might a future of sea fearing women rejoice at the defeat of the human man.
Minerva father him whose features were more like his then his own brother. She hated the fact that these men had something to say. She then divided from him to cosort with another. And two she spoke so that the women would stand before the Sperm Repository to watch the folk come and go. I heard a Baritone speak to a flutist they begged one another for respect. each skill had lacked proper respect it became there reason for togetherness. I caused him to be disrespected she said, might he never wished to be with me, am I hopeless or frightening: hinting at devine planning for future saviors. My body shall become the cosmic storage of life essence, then he shall be drained from the pour's of the clouds. Extorted as he is a man! Yes you eligible she spoke to on coming men as they walked by, yes you too are eligible.
From the Book
"Puta de Bad Omen"
by Didgy Dheeze
leader of the Lain-Lian Music Group
" The Band from Fair Crest'
Published ubdr
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Rice and Noodles
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A myth about pumas and cougars standing out in front of mines
when motherlodes have been found.
the men there want love and pussy.
Daisy Daisy give me your answer do, said he
"I can't cuz I got de flu" she sniffled then blew
Daisy Daisy you know I love you
she plucked at the petals, then counted, recounted with rue
Daisy daisy won't you finally, say I do ?
" I'd like to, I want to but, Achew!
Daisy Daisy whats up with you ?
I got a cold and I don't know what to do !
Hot Toddy Hot lovin'.... he gave her, that night
then he loved her and kissed her, with all of his might !
The next day she knelt on one knee and did ask,
"oh Pippin oh Pippin won't you marry me"
I can't love I'm sickie, not now love, Tee Hee.
In the meantime, the ring was attached to a daisy,
of course he'd marry her, she drove him half crazy !!!
If you're reading this, honey
it means the diner is burning,
It's not a typo or a misprint,
but a message:
Witches are wisdom-embedded
women who have seen worse things
than the business end of a newt's behind
I once made a man cry with desire
on a whim by telling him who he was
at twenty-five, I hadn't yet realized
it's really just a trick of language
to be specific
pick the bits of a person, hanging
like snagged teeth on stems
of last night's arugula
reading their cards like tarot on credit
serve the assessment of them
with a side of sugar they'll call it magic,
make you marry if you're good at it—knowing
when to grind the spices is the icing
sin of men or Saigon cinnamon no matter
witches as women, as wisdom get better
in time, in the garden, in the kitchen
slow-cooking rhymes that melt men's masks
over jasmine rice, like loose meat
so the young girls feeding at our hems
can remember the recipe
I'M A SURVIVOR By James Edward Lee Sr.
I am not of them
I'm a survivor;
I've fallen, but yet I'm up again
I'm a survivor;
You taken away my job;
Twice this year;
Yet I still smile;
Most my bills are paid;
Yet still got a, mortgage;
I'm a survivor
Have a reasonable good health, sound body and mind;
I'm a survivor
Yet still I keep on smiling;
Everything's not the devils fault;
Somethings I've done to myself in life;
I'm a survivor, I'm a survivor;
I am not satisfied;
I'm a survivor;
God and Jesus on my side;
My bride, my wife dies last year;
No other female, no soul-mate to share (my life with)
Now I just a widowed mess;
Even still I AM Blessed;
For it I marry again or not;
I'm God bridge, ready or not;
I am not of them
I'm a survivor;
I've fallen, but yet I'm up again
I'm a survivor;
You taken away my job;
Twice this year;
Yet I still smile;
I fall yet I rise;
I am HIS and HE'S mine
I'm a survivor
08/22/2017
FOR CONTEST I'm A Survivor
Sponsored by> Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
An extreme silence characterized the night, when an elegant gentleman arrived to the remote town, when every body knew each other, and a new face was recognized inmediately. He entered to a cocktail lounge called The Mist. There was a lady who sang in the place, that enchanted all the gentlemen with her melodious voice as a siren. Synchronization was playing a role in their lives without even know it.
Sudden breeze charged with the energy that born when two souls recognize each other, was felt in the air immediately between the two strangers. He cannot miss the opportunity to meet her. He introduced himself as Alphonse. The singer name was Alphonsine. Coincidence of names and fates. The black dress she was wearing gave her a charming appeal that Alphonse could not take it out of his mind.
He invited her to a cup of red wine. She accepted. Alphonse had heard about her voice and he wanted to hear her singing. He was a lonely man with bad luck with women. His relationships broke up without explanation. Alphonsine was single. She had never married. Many of their songs were about his fate in love. The closing hour of The Mist was near. They say goodbye and agreed to meet in The Mist next day.
Candles and flowers decorated the table when Alphonse and Alphonsine sat. They talked about their life experiences. She exuded a charm that mesmerized Alphonse. He invited her to dance. Without hesitating, Alphonse told to Alphonsine that she was the love of his life and that he wanted to marry her. Alphonsine accepted the proposal, marrying one year later, and leaving behind The Mist, the place when a love at first sight began.
Example For Romance In The Night Contest
7-30-2016
......................Plink:plink:pling!...................?ah doo:ah doo: ah Doo!..........
Colossi of Memnon oh ye ah, the size and eminis and emormous importance.........Oh ye Corcovado hill, The skie speaks to the people......Whoomp:whoomp;whoomp; Whoomb!
Cry for the People oh people
Satan scripts your way.They speak you antisocal, because you knowest not what they speak. Cry oh ye ppeople everyday.The sort though they build walls in skies
were lighting strikes
and Valentines are sweetest together but they wish thee apart, Cry oh ye people Cry!" Plinka:plinka:Plung!
Love is Sweeter together.
Woman I...
Woman I.....
I love you>>>>>>>
Surest as anyone
could love a Woman.
I lovest You!
The skies shall move to bring us together
Oh istest Me!
Woman I love You.....
Moring Glory I cherish thee
Evening Sun The Day between.
Might we marry to be as one
To Cherist most
We love as One.
A man Ask's his Lover to Co-sign for him to purchaase 3-d Printer!
He wishes to start a business with his Machine.
He sang this song to her with an orchestra
hoping it would get her in the Mood for being businessminded!