Long Marry Poems
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Most of the night
He had sit home
Waiting
Begging and pleasing
Reneocating
She had promised her time
With another
He had been seen as an
Alternative
She wished to be with
another
The evening came which
He had been seduced
Morning of soft crab breakfast
Where the creams
Had been reduced
Months later they spoke of
that night together
She was pregnant then she
Thought he'd say whatever
Of them together he asked her to
Stay
Maybe us together we should start
To pray
He wished her the marrying type
But was to fool to ask
She just played alone like
She was part of a cast
Emotions ran high
He was wise enough to ask
Said "marry me the foolish one
we can do it fast"
Slow down hell no, but will marry you
Than the awkward foolishness
Would all be through
Trailing clouds of glory do we come
When first our cradles do us home.
Smiles beam down like gentle rays of sun
As our parents on us do fawn.
Their hopes are great,through love refracted
But Fortune their hopes has oft redacted.
Creeping to school like a lowly snail
The bard has told the schoolboy's tale.
But palaces of pleasure are now our schools
Where mischief reigns and ignorance rules.
April is still the cruellest month
Where a teenager in confusion runneth
Not sure of who he is or what to do
And sees his life drift far askew.
But once released into his brave new world
To more temptation is his soul unfurled,
Leaving him adrift in a bewildered state
To take drink,do drugs and fornicate.
Yestreen it was better to marry than burn in Hell
Today no such union on him doth rest well
And so his rod on different rivers he will ply
In vain his spirit to satisfy.
Time,the subtle thief of youth,does parade
The body's restlessness to shrivel and fade
And so of potions and pills he does partake
To revivify his lusts the more to slake.
In the foul rag and bone shop that is the heart
His end is so different from its start.
An aged man is but a paltry thing
With his strength gone he cannot sing.
Morphine denies his raging against the dying of the light
And so at last he sinks into eternal night.
If I marry just one young perky lady, it won’t make a difference.
But if I marry one young perky lady after one young perky lady
And you marry one young perky lady after one young perky lady
And every man we know marries one young perky lady after one young perky lady
Then we won’t be marrying without oath outside marriage
We will be saving a whole lot of young perky ladies
And a peaceful marriage will make a difference
If I plant kisses on your lips, it won’t make a difference.
But if I plant kisses
And you plant kisses
And everyone we know plants kisses in return
Then we won’t be planting just kisses
We will be planting a whole lot of kisses And a whole lot of kisses will heal dying souls to make a difference.
If I poke a tease on someone... that will.
But I don't really mean to mean it
And it pans out you know am not for it
And the angry lips shall smile
Then, be widely opened to burst into laughter
We will make a difference together
And a whole lots to keep the fun glowing.
Why don’t you try to make a difference?
For in cuddling with trouble lies pure joy.
Though, no one is a toy.
Change begins with me.
Let us die empty, shall we?
There are times that it really hits me
that my life has not been what I expected
in some ways, it is the opposite of what I dreamed of
and in others, it is exactly what I dreamed of
I never imagined my precious and precocious younger son would take his own life
or that my grief would be so big and unmanageable that I can't breathe at times
but I did meet and marry my best friend and build a life with him
and we are still married after 32 years
I never thought that my oldest son would be who he is and do what he does
or that I would be so very proud of that person, despite him putting aside the beliefs of his parents
I never thought I would write poems that I would put out there for others to read
and get them published as often as I can
I never thought I would work in a psychiatric hospital
and love it for the most part
I never imagined I would befriend and encourage people
with the same illness my son had and it would encourage me
and keep me going when I want to curl up in a ball and just cry
I never thought life would be so messy and painful
yet, beautiful and joyful at the same time
Douglas Moffatt went to Dumfries
To try to find some work
Though he didn't have a job
He had never been known to shirk
There he saw Mary Port
A very pretty girl
Whose lovely smile delighted him
And set his mind all in a whirl
They stepped out together hand in hand
Mary Port and he
Then one day with a smile and a kiss
She invited him home for tea
There he met her sister
Who took him aside
She said Mary had a suitor
She was promised as his bride
The suitors name was Clarence Field
A very nasty man
She said “If he find out about you
He will kill you if he can”
Douglas didn't care at all
Mary was his love
He swore that he would marry her
He swore by the Lord above
But Clarence Field sought him out
He challenged him to fight
A duel with weapons of his choice
To take place that very night
Douglas he chose pistols
He wasn't going to yield
So that night they faced each other
At ten paces in a field
Just as they cocked their pistols
They heard Mary shout out “stop !”
She jumped in between them
But too late and she was shot
A single bullet pierced her heart
And as she lay on the ground
She whispered “I love you both”
As the people gathered round
The two men looked at each other
and both of them cried
As their tears began to fall
Mary sadly died
Every day, questions arise anew,
Who would you prefer, AI's blessing or curse, happiness, or me true?
He spent his life in a methodic trance,
Solving problems with algorithms, in a perpetual dance.
Dreaming of AI to crack century-old codes,
In his lifetime, just solving some math with his loads.
Countless hours, days, and nights he toiled,
Debugging his code, his passion unspoiled.
I wondered who this new mistress could be,
More captivating than sharing life with me.
What is happiness, fun, vacations, travel?
Spending money on good food and wine to unravel.
He can craft love poems with AI's might,
But none for me in our silver jubilee's light.
I offer love, happiness, and sorrow's embrace,
But maybe no one should marry a geek in this case.
As a spouse, should I leave him to his AI devotion?
Leftover pasta and potatoes, his token of emotion.
Love needs reciprocation, hearts drift apart,
I hope he chooses AI, happiness, or me, and restarts.
SOSTENUTO
When I hear that pure note on a violin string
It’s a needle and thread pushed into my chest
Like a long thin nerve with a message to carry
Such that hope and anticipation might marry
A picture painted in soft hues, unlike the rest
As it connects me with the sadness it can bring
The vibrato clutches firmly at a sensitive heart
One that has already now been well prepared
As it begins to soar high into the stratosphere
Causing a distant smile and maybe even a tear
An image between lips pursed and teeth bared
An effect of the sound felt from the very start
The tone one can identify with rosin and bow
Even more so, when it plays a melody I know
Love me tender love me sweet
Here I come to sweep you off of your feet
When we greet and our eyes meet
My heart swells, and I hear wedding bells
Now that we both have grown
We see what our lives were like alone
you smell so good
I watched you grow up in the neighborhood
I should have approached you then
But our lives were just starting to begin
I remember when you were my first valentine
How I thought you were all mine
We shared our first kiss on a dare
When we were still square
Now that I'm here I have no fear
Back then my life was so wound tight
Chasing girls thinking I had found
What makes my life go around
.
That never worked out quite right
Seemed like I was in a fight every Friday night
Now that my life has come full circle
I see I was wasting my time
Because if I would of open my eyes
I would have been so surprised
In what we always had in each other
Now I can see what kind of mother you will be
I have always fantasized about
What kind lover I would see
Your so beautiful now all I want to do is hover
And find a way to get you under the covers
So we can discover what we are like as lovers
Your not shy and you never ask why
Come think of it I've never seen you cry
I don't want it to all pass us by
That is why I must try
Because baby you are the apple of my eye
I know that I used to be sly
But I have changed my ways
Rearranged what's important to me
Just like when we were young and free
I want you to be my forever Valentine
Because you were always mine
Baby, you are so fine
Won't you marry me so we can define
How we want to walk this line
As we realign our direction making sure
That we both see a love connection
How divine baby this is our time
Now that we see the future
Oh, baby, this was always the way
It was supposed to be
You right beside of me
Like a fine wine all by design
My forever Valentine
You, an Your caramelized,
golden skin, deliciously
fashionable, courses through
me, No doubt, in style, Stalking
crazy flows; or crazy poses, For
They are photogenically memorized
In my mind, to unfold, your album
among the pros, to #1, I see
you clearly, with no fear
against your foes, I verbally
brag, wanting you, In the same
quotes you speak, GOD only
knows, from head- to- toes,
which in scripts my soul, down
to the heart of our children, I
must bare, as we adore their
love, and ours along side the
almighty, because you are that life,
I want in mine, for I won't ever
let you be, So please marry me, me, me....
My only true love Betsy and, I are away for a day out down by the sea shore
Both of us holding hands, I am with a lass, I am sure I will love forever more
The innocence in her laughter, as we draw our names and hearts in the sand
Taking me far away from the troubled hell, I’ve seen in a far and distant land
Where within the wetted green grass - lies a ground soaked all in bloody red
Thousands upon thousands of my fellow man all piled upon each other dead
These deaths leave a silence - that is more than deafening on my closed ears
As the mist of the mustard gas clears yet still stings my eyes brought to tears
Each face of the dead leaving behind an expression either of torture or peace
Lives given for their country now lie upon the rubble mounds of soil & grease
Each face whiten beyond the pale, photos of loved ones trodden in the shale
As back home the M.O.D write the dreaded words put their letters in the mail
But here I'm with Betsy on our own beloved sea shore, innocence beautified
As far as possible, I keep her from the brutality of our young men’s genocide
As I listen to her laughter, as I look into her eyes of the lightest emerald green
It all helps to take away the horrors of a bloody war I wished I had never seen
I am going to marry my beloved Betsy, have beautiful children, three, or four
But never as in never, will I tell my children of the brutality of this bloody war