Long Spousal Poems
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Facing spousal abuse daily;
you deal with physical brute force.
And though you feel betrayed by love,
you've never asked for a divorce.
When you look into a mirror,
you see a woman, bruised and blue.
And her vacant eyes look empty;
as she stares blankly back at you.
Living in the shadow of fear,
you bear the scars upon your flesh.
And at times, you fear he'll kill you;
when your pain is throbbing and fresh.
Yet, you can't make yourself leave him;
on the off chance that he loves you.
And you pray that he'll change someday;
you're frightened of what he might do.
Your love's not always understood;
in the depths of your broken heart.
But you're a slave to your feelings;
even though they tear you apart.
Forty-Seven Years
By Franklin Price
12/21/2016
Forty-seven years of marriage
And love transitioning
I look back on with memories
And what true love would bring
When we met, began as friends
No spousal thoughts were there
Had bonding with each other
Friendship, to love and care
Love with passion to begin
Always to feel the touch
Anywhere at any time
There never was too much
As time went by and life went on
Responsibility would change
Our daughter growing older
It was time to rearrange
Love for three instead of two
Readjustment was a must
To make a love and life for all
A relationship to trust
Got her through school and college
Now she's married on her own
We now have two granddaughters
Who are raised and mostly grown
The love's still there, was meant to be,
From that start long ago,
My wife is still the one I love
There is no doubt, I know
Retired now, we live alone
The love for us; no end
Best friends and sometimes lovers
On each other to depend
Changed past Lo, twas an low estate
A mark posted on my slate
Ebb of no esteem
Young fascinating dreams
Of being married only a late teen of seventeen
The one and only female teen nine months older than me
I courted three years, then on mine 21 birthday
She became my spousal woman of my dreams yea
Changed past O’ she allowed me to pick and pursue her
True that, through that a blessed memory that changed my life, sure!
She could have said NO?
But she said “Yes” it bless my soul
True that, through that a blessed memory that changed my life
A male, a boy turned man
Via God’s Plan
Misguided self-considered ugly duckling God gave a wife
Changed past A misguided young man for no one (let me tell it love)
A man finds a wife finds a GOOD THING
10/25/23
For Changed Past Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Fire Bird
Dearest Santa, my one wish may seem strange
but please do not interpret me as snide.
I wish this kindness so please do arrange
my Christmas gift of a mail order bride.
Surely she would lighten my hard work load,
help with the children and spousal demands.
She can be pretty or favor a toad
as long as it’s English she understands.
I fail domestic perfection with house,
Mom affection with little ones each day
and attending His Lordship, my own spouse,
because my to-do list stays in the way.
Again, this may seem most unorthodox
but this is me thinking outside the box.
I know that you must judge, weigh and ponder
if I was a well-behaved girl this year:
I tried leaving home for the far yonder -
my car died before even driveway clear;
I lace my morning coffee with brandy;
hide my husband’s tickets to pro baseball;
stuff chips under chairs when comes Priest Andy;
I oft ignore my children when they call;
sometimes I name dust bunnies on our floor;
sarcasm is my first go to coping tool;
I cheat at cards when adding up my score;
and June just past, I peed in a pal's pool.
I work hard without reward all day long,
so sometimes, yeah, I get this life all wrong.
I wish to remember why I am here;
recall romantic love that started all.
I could succeed if I had a wife-peer
helping with spousal gall and toddler brawls.
I want more than bathtubs layered with dirt
and stinking trash bordering on a spill.
Let someone else produce an ironed shirt
and seek deep sleep as an ambitious thrill.
I want memories of kids where I smile
and husband conversations standing still.
I seek family love to feel worthwhile
lest I seek happy docs with happy pills.
One or both of us can wed my wished bride,
just, please, Santa, in my favor decide.
Nature
I love nature as much as the next person
In fact you may find me out in the garden
At least once a month
Looking at stuff
And smelling stuff
And other nature like stuff
Mainly cutting and cleaning
Due to spousal obligation or exploitation
Depends on whose side your on
I digress
It was a beautiful English spring day
Those Grey clouds really do lift ones spirit
And the drizzle combined with the electrical cable's
Positively Electrifying
Anyway
I was cutting the grass last Saturday
And 1 of those massive bumble bee's got stuck under my flip flop and stung me
Mother Chucker
That hurts
But like a true proffesional I carried on regardless
Poor Mower probably didn't even know I had taken a massive hit and was man down
But now sitting here in accident & emergency
With 3 feet
1 left foot
2 right feet
This doesn't seem as funny
Because it is now costing me money
Today was a slow day on the news wire
Nothing at all going on
The people and things that cause trouble in life
Must have decided to call it quits and stay home
No earthquakes or tornado's to speak of
No mudslides or fires to ravage the land
All the people who bring us the bad news
Stood around just scratching their heads
Not a person was murdered or robbed
No kidnapping or spousal abuse
Nothing much exciting to speak of
That we've grown to expect in our news
No bombs in the Middle East went off
No politicians were caught in a lie
No Hollywood Star said something stupid
No one famous or not even died
Yes today was a slow day on the news wire
Nothing at all going on
Which has the rest of us wondering
If this is the calm before the storm
All the wars and hatred that's involved, all the pain and heartache
And what has it ever solved but the realization of our own mistake
All that rage out there on the road and our prisons which overflow
With so many seeds of hate sowed that is just how things will go
All that spousal and child abuse and just all the evil acts at will
Instead of making a truce, of hatred people can't get their fill
In such a cut throat society they have even taken God away
So all this they can't see until of course it is finally their day
Neighbors against neighbors and so too sibling against sibling
For that is now at their core, so too the deeds that they bring
With peace standing right their all along but rarely ever used
For not that many are that strong and now being so confused
Call the Lord's Peace back, trust in the words I'm about to say
Only He can give what you lack, peace comes to those who pray
He will put such peace in your heart and reveal Himself to you
But He wants you to do your part in the knowing of His Name too
Just a note:
In returning to finish this poem, John Lennon's Imagine was playing.
I got the sign right away, like all the others. In fact yesterday in praise
He sent the two Blue Jays from my Psalms 71:8 poem. Back and forth they flew
2, 3, 4 times. Yes signs can be so clear in Adoring His Name, well least that's my experience. Wow as I'm writing this Blue Bird by the Beatles is playing. Never heard that song before in my life. I think He's talking to you all!
The Best Year of My Life
By Franklin Price
07/06/2022
I spent the year of sixty-eight in Vietnam to be at war
I wonder as the years are passing, what we there, were fighting for
It wasn't for my marriage. Received “Dear John” on April Fool.
She did not care to wait for me. Someone else was in the pool.
She waited 'til November, before filing for divorce,
To continue her allotment that was spousal then, of course
The days passed by. The nights did too. Then the New Year came along
I caught the Freedom Bird for home, where I, no longer, did belong.
I mustered out in Washington to begin a brand new life
The divorce was finally final. I no longer had a wife
The year was nineteen sixty-nine. My best year had just begun.
Out of all the years, I've lived on earth, it was the best. It was the one
I found a job at KSC. I needed work, and money soon.
In July, I helped make history. We sent a man up to the moon
At the time, I did not know it. I had met my mate for life
She worked at the Center also and was someone else's wife
He was unfaithful, cheated on her, even with a newborn child.
To see this happen to her, drove me crazy, made me wild
Soon they were separated and I offered her my shoulder
Our friendship grew to more than that. My intentions grew much bolder
When their divorce was finally final, she was my lover and my friend.
By November we were married and we would be to the end.
Her child became my daughter. Had not married one but two
I am the father who helped raise her, was the thing for me to do
She has two children of her own. They both make me so proud
The oldest has our first great grand. You can hear me cheer out loud.
I lost my wife in January, this year is twenty twenty-two
Never got to see our great grand son; thinking of that makes me blue
He was born in February. She was watching from above.
She thought so much of family. She was sending down her love.
More than fifty years of happiness were spent on this earth together
Through the good times and the bad times, through the fair and stormy weather
She made my life the happiest, when she said yes, and took my ring
If I could do it all again, I would not change a single thing
For life is what God gives us. I pray to him that you concur.
He will guide me,'til He takes me, And I'll again be seeing her.
Written: May 20, 2024
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Siren stunningly sprung a sanguine sway
sailboat sheaths spread, and storms swell
splendid summer shorelines spike
summertime spousal serenade swept
scrumptious, sturdy sibyllic sweeps
silky shorelines settle scrawls
seawater subtly scrubs sewage
skirr is a spectacular sand stronghold
sapphire specks spruce seaside sand
shoreline scoria is sharp
shipmates glide along a sleety seacoast
shivering seafarers' sight.
Straight skyline scaled saddlebow
sighting swallows spawned sibilance
stalls and slumps were scrutinized
strolling solysium soliloquy
stranding Schadenfreude
satisfied spectator
sarcasm serves as a solecism
slanting supplants a sempiternal scintilla
swirl across a snapped soul
supported standout slide
spiraling semantic spondaic species
sweeping synopsis syncope
start to sense surrealism
Sensual, sensuous, slim, and smiling
sits silently staring
sapphire sky sight
the sun casts scarlet shadows
slowly sinking silhouettes
scatter stars on skylines
Sunday sermon supply
searching souls
singing serenade.
Slides speckled sunshine
souvenirs spark strands of subdued shades
sequential surety swelling
strange, scarlet, silky songs
sway symphonic sylphic stardust
store sustained scrupulousness
silver surges spurred the space
snagging scents
step sibilant serendipity
stirred spectrum.
So there i was
discarded as a husband
And without second thought she dresses to kill for a night out,
And theres no doubt
Her intentions are not spousal in any regard
And i sit silenced by her choice
And my inner voice tells me to hush
To let her loose to her vengeful lust
For who am i to control
For i own not her very soul
Does she not understand theres nothing to gain
For a moment of pleasure
leads to a lifetime of pain
Its 3 am and my last tear is shed
All things i have hoped for
Have wound up dead
Every action has a consequence
Some good and some bad
So be careful what you chase after
It may just drive you mad.