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husband
didn’t pay attention when she started to change her look,
after all, she’d been saying how she wanted to for a while &
it seemed to make sense,
what with her going back to the gym full time,
after a period of time away
when they first had been married---
husband just went about his days
working more hours than he knew what to do with,
business was good &
with all the business around him seeming to fail,
he’d been putting away for the life he imagined in the future,
with or without
her---
but her time spent at the gym seemed to increase &
thought her body began to get trimmer, sexier, tighter, stronger &
she seemed to walk around the house with a new zest for life
(when he was there to see her),
he still didn’t notice that
the personal trainer had moved in---
she had said something to him,
but he was listening less & less
as he had more & more to worry about at work,
for it was all part of building his empire.
the personal trainer was a less successful man
by the standard that money can by,
but he listened to her
as he traced her curves with his fingers in the gym
with palms of his hand smoothly gliding over her muscles
making her body quiver &
it wasn’t long before in the car outside the gym
they consummated the professional relationship
again &
again &
again &
again.
as she began to show less interest in sex with her husband,
he wrote it off as a side-effect of marriage &
found himself a main squeeze on the side,
a 20 something who needed money to get her through college
with a perkiness that made him feel young again &
a body that wouldn’t quit---
as he grew more distant from the wife,
she grew closer to the personal trainer,
until the day when she brought him home to the house,
when she swore the husband would be gone.
husband found out the way a husband will
when husband had been no longer interested
until another shows his face, as it is only jealousy then
which kicks in, making husband suddenly care---
but personal trainer put husband on the ground
when husband came into his own bedroom
to find personal trainer banging away his bride
who now had no interest in husband---
husband sued the personal trainer for assault &
bride to be divorced husband, taking half of everything he had,
breaking his empire down to nothing
as he had been stupid enough to not require a prenup
at the beginning of it all.
I tried my best to protect everyone who came in my direction
I even put their happiness before mine
Until they took it for granted and it started to affect my mind
Not everyone is meant to stay, most people come to you as a lesson
a life full of mistakes with a mind trying to put them right
a heart so broken, it'll shatter fully if it's touched tonight
Some people's lives are full of luck
But I was betrayed by the ones who were supposed to pull me up
There aren't many that I trust to be Speaking with
I gave my heart to people who had no plans of Keeping it
I fought wars for people who were causing trouble for me
I crossed over oceans for people who wouldn't jump over a puddle for me
Mistakes is what I've been taught from
When it came to girls I always thought wrong
Playing girls, sleeping around, my morales stooped low
But I just had an attitude of, why shouldn't I if they tell me I'm good looking enough to do so
I had to get my heartbroken before I realised how great love could be
But that's when I really wanted to spend my life, love free
Because i didn't know if I could cope with that kind of pain another time
I had all the bread in the world, without anyone to butter mine
Now I know it's not about who's Better in bed or who cooks better
It's deeper than who has the sexier body or who looks better
To all of my exes I may miss you for a moment, or wish you were here for a second
But I've realised you came as a lesson
I hope you realise I came to you as the same
Don't make the next person suffer because an ex caused you pain
I locked my heart away, but don't do the same because it's difficult to get free
Judge me all you want, but this was as honest as I could be
I tried to protect everyone who came in my direction
I even put their happiness before mine
Until they took advantage of it and it started to affect my mind
But I now know they came to me as a lesson
There are people who smoke their coffee, eat cigarettes, snort beer and throwaway food. Are they ill in the head? Their life tapping out a story. Unknown realities straight out of a comic book. See the girl poet crawl on all fours. I'm going to ride her like a horse. Then feck her and write about it.
We all eat ice-cream from the dictator's shoe. It's slightly sweaty but we don't complain. Here, the jails are packed tenfold a dozen. We spend every third weekend there, for fun and games. I cuddle up to Turk 182. I'm his . He's my slave. We'll get wed after the trial. Death Row will be a breeze then, together.
See Joey Deacon on Blue Peter. What a good thing he did for England and us mere mortal kids. Us who're crap at football and maths. You missed the net, you spaz. Silly Joey, can't add up. Then there was Ian Dury and his Spasticus Artisticus song. What a classic. Makes my nerves twitch and my feet dance.
Got your sexy sister washing my Fiat Panda car. She's wearing her bikini and no bottoms. Look how she moves, each wipe of her sponge turning me on. You can take her after me. Trust me, she's a dirty girl. Worse than your cousin. Let's do them both. We can film it and have a feck party. Oh what joy.
We swim in the frozen lake, three miles above sea level. The cold brown water is a joy to behold. As are car size floating icebergs. It's so thrilling, going skinny dipping here. I'd call it night swimming but it's daylight all year round. We pop some speed and we're fine. Our bodies are like Cassie, resistant to life.
There was a lady called Zon Zon. She sucked my dock behind the garages after school. Each and every single day. Rain or shine. I compare the memories in my head. From age thirteen to age twenty six. It feels the same. She's more sexier. Our partners allow us this small desire. Daily fun.
If I were a guy
I’d actually enjoy wearing a suit and tie,
I wouldn’t feel uneasy about walking down a late night city street
And high heels would become obsolete,
I’d sleep an extra hour every day, never worrying about running late
For id have no more makeup and hair to prepare when I had to wake
I’d be pleasant four weeks out of the month instead of just two
With No more cramps and mood swings to attend too
Id saves money on tampons, Midol and all the many types of underwear
It would be lovely to take off my shirt on a beach and have no one care
I’d adore my mate, basically worship her, while being extremely nice
For I no longer would have to worry about births physical price
If I gained a few pounds I sure wouldn’t mind
Plenty of overweight men have women who are mighty fine
Statistically speaking I’d have a better chance at making more money
Even if I was an egotistically dummy
I would get to stand up when I pee
This would come in handy constantly!
No more worrying about a lack of tissues or dirty toilet seats,
I’d give my Sergeant a little shake with no concerns about a leak
Let’s not forget all the hours spent on shaving
That would be another time consuming cost in which id be saving
My friends would not complain wine and gossip constantly
If a fight broke out id forgive them and we would all just let it be
Going camping and fishing would be easier for grooming would be so simple
I wouldn’t freak out if I had a sudden pimple
Plastic surgery would not be a thought that ever ran through my mind
For the older a man gets the sexier and more refined
Wrinkles and gray hair makes him look sophisticated
Women see these features and become completely jaded
I'd rarely have to be bothered with perverts at any store,
The simplicity of my beautiful life I would be thankful for.
P.S However, I Love being a woman...
From “The Last Land”
From a burning hell my shell broke free and with it
The parade of vanished angels moving in group
Along the edge of the enormous Galaxies and all of them started to sing:
I'm the sexier from a given day you will hate
I'm the uglier from a given day you will kill
I'm the plotter from a given day you will need
I'm the freakier from a given day you will love.
So under the obscure curvaceous paths
Where I am unfinished like a beast
I am everywhere and if you do not believe me
Go, go, go to the hottest valley
And take underneath of any rocks
The virgin snake and squeeze her to death
You shall see me dancing with the night.
Could you feel then the strange sensation of the emptiness?
Could you feel the warm blood running heavily through your large fingernails and Palms? Do you like it? Do you feel it?
Do you believe me now that I am a dangerous animal?
Do you, Idiot?
Do you, my lovely one?
Well, welcome to hell, my dear listeners!
Welcome to the same ghostly hour
Because there are few men who like it and who love it...
Just a few of them, my dear hawk!
Now you will see you are going to vanish
Into your own veins the sweetness of this fleshing
Explosion that your mind, like a rebirth circle, alone against
The black wall of neither your own desire nor the limitless
Thoughts of being your haymaker and the final deliver,
It will make you to see a *****angel
You are the strong and the sick and the unique.
And again the sound of Evil rebounds freely:
I'm the sexier from a given day you will hate
I'm the uglier from a given day you will kill
I'm the plotter from a given day you will need
I'm the freakier from a given day you will love.
The countdown on the calendar began the moment he proposed,
The wedding planning began the minute I met him,
I desperately wanted this milestone to be remembered even after we are decomposed.
I cannot count all the catalogues I made him skim.
Everything had to be absolutely perfect to ensure a magical night.
The mesmerizing dazzling decorations stole the show,
all the necessities were coming along just right.
The delectable vanilla cake we chose was as light as fresh snow.
I gracefully plopped into the limo on that gorgeous summer day,
slam went the door along with my dignity and sanity.
I looked down at my dress in complete horror and brutal dismay,
my wedding was ruined and the words that came out of my mouth were a shameful profanity.
I yelled and desperately pleaded for the limo driver to stop,
I burst into tears creating tracks of mascara down my flushed face.
The limo driver did not bat an eye because he was too busy listening to his stereo of pop.
Overwhelmed with disappointment and worries my heart began to race.
Determined to regain control of the dreadful situation I began to tug,
I yanked the delicate fabric as hard as I possibly could.
This ghastly dilemma was almost impossible to just sweep under a rug
but I decided to fix my makeup and enjoy the night like I should.
I pulled out my pocket mirror and mascara and got to work,
I decided the best thing to do was put on a smile.
I guess the dress is sexier shorter I thought with a smirk,
I felt more beautiful than ever as I walked down the aisle.
July 13, 2018
A funny thing happened on the way to... Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert Haigh
7th Place
There is freedom in her beauty. A confidence that comforts me deep in my soul. I am in awe. Purely. She may as well be flying, I cannot take my eyes from her wings that spread wide as the sky. Her song is deep and disciplined; at her command. The places in my gut that ache she shares and makes words where there were none. It's as if we've known each other before. Pieces of our souls belong to one another. So extraordinary but reachable through the humanity in her eyes. A sadness a deepness that resonates with me. It is within me. Sadness within the womb of woman, scars on the heart always leave behind more than ruined tissue. She gets that. She gets me. A superstar, the world cannot take their eyes off her. She is a flame, the view of the ground from the roof. In-arguably gorgeous, striking whether in her bare feet or the latest fashion. Her sexy is audacious, admirably we watch, when it's over we are inspired to be sexier. With a flip of big hair she becomes demure without parting with her sexiness. She is what woman is. So feminine while so in charge. The stage rumbles underneath her feet. She smiles into the crowd. A smile that the millions of dollars of lights behind her cannot compete with.
A smile that speaks
Saying... there is no place she would rather be.
Her love of melody of sing of the release that comes with belting out your feelings becomes my love. We are strangers but in a heavenly moment we become one.
Sisters of the soul. Girlfriends. Her greatest gift to me is her strength.
There is freedom in her beauty. A confidence that comforts me deep in my soul. I am in awe. Purely. She may as well be flying, I cannot take my eyes from her wings that spread wide as the sky. Her song is deep and disciplined; at her command. The places in my gut that ache she shares and makes words where there were none. It's as if we've known each other before. Pieces of our souls belong to one another. So extraordinary but reachable through the humanity in her eyes. A sadness a deepness that resonates with me. It is within me. Sadness within the womb of woman, scars on the heart always leave behind more than ruined tissue. She gets that. She gets me. A superstar, the world cannot take their eyes off her. She is a flame, the view of the ground from the roof. Inarguably gorgeous, striking whether in her bare feet or the latest fashion. Her sexy is audacious, admirably we watch, when it's over we are inspired to be sexier. With a flip of big hair she becomes demure without parting with her sexiness. She is what woman is. So feminine while so in charge. The stage rumbles underneath her feet. She smiles into the crowd. A smile that the millions of dollars of lights behind her cannot compete with.
A smile that speaks
Saying... there is no place she eos rather be.
Her love of melody of sing of the release that comes with belting out your feelings becomes my love. We are strangers but in a heavenly moment we become one.
Sisters of the soul. Girlfriends. Her greatest gift to me is her strength.
To the young man who kindly bought me a drink,
I am in my sixties so what did you think,
my reaction would be to advances you made,
when it's over ten years since I last got laid?
I know that the flirting is part of your job,
and my manner and dress sence suggest I'm a snob,
But the thought of your touch on this body neglected,
caused wetness to flow from regions connected,
to lace underwear put on in with the plan,
of making myself seem sexier than,
I feel these days on a day to day basis,
as my labido pulls on a leash unabated,
by what I look like to those who can see,
a different image reflected at me,
by a mirror that traces a secretive life,
of failed attempts by the specialist knife.
To lift and tuck.
Push up and enhance.
Just to seem worthy of life's last dance.
So with stocking tops showing these legs, that once had a shape more alluring instead,
of pathetic old sticks riddled with veins,
purple and blue that this aged old dame,
presents to the world as something that must,
ignite the fires of this younger man's lust.
So I smile at you sweetly and lie like the best,
and offer such statements as false as my breasts.
Although I yearn to have you deep within me,
It's fate that says you're too young to see,
the woman I was a such a long time ago,
whose excitable 'Yes' would replace the sad 'No'.
For the offer sex so passionate then,
is something I yearn for again and again.
So to the young man who winks at me,
so sure what I'd say.
Be careful.
Tina lost her footing and fell and fell and fell and fell.
Where was she falling? Was this the beginning of hell?
What the heck? She blinked hard. Where was she?
A sign on a large table that was high up said eat me.
I’ll eat you! Tina said, when hell freezes over.
She marched to the door, wearing her pumps she called rover.
The door was locked, so she began doing her dance.
Rolling on the River, it always made her ex’s heart prance.
She got louder and prouder and the door exploded and melted.
She could have not been sexier if she had been kilt-ed.
Do proud Mary next! The Mad Hatter shrieked from the door.
Cheshire Cat and Tweedly Dee and Dum were there, by the floor.
Tina began to spin. Her short skirt showed off her sexy legs.
Okay she said, but after I do you will fix me some cheese eggs?
The whole menagerie was watching, and cheering, as Tina let loose.
The Mad Hatter ran over and gave her a pinchy-goose.
This stopped production and some of them gasped.
But Tina had seen worse, so she gave him a clasp.
She’s such a good sport; the best Wonderland had ever seen.
Off with her head! Yelled the Queen of Hearts, full of mean.
They hid her in a clamshell and served her breakfast too.
Tried to keep Tina Turner forever, just between me and you.
But she is a survivor. She always escapes a bad scene.
And she did it as a lady, showing not one ounce of mean.