Long Spouse Poems
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I went out to find You
I started at a school
I thought I would see You
Holding the Golden Rule
I walked down the hallways
Checked every single door
listened for sounds of praise
But you weren't there any more
I went to the Court house
Surely they want You there
To help a battered spouse
But no one seems to care
You were not welcome
No more justice any more
The old ways are forgotten
They've pushed You out the door
I went looking at the mall
Because it is the season
You weren't there blessing us
It was Santa for some reason
Maybe You were waiting
Patiently for me at home
My spirit started singing
Surely there You would roam
Upon my arrival
I expected to find You there
I picked up my Bible
To prove how much I care
At once I start to choke
I couldn't stop my cough
The dust it was like smoke
I tried to wipe off
I'm part of the problem
I should take time to pray
If I want to taste Your freedom
I shouldn't throw Your Love away
Well hello there, wondered where you’ve been.
It sure is good to hear from you again.
It’s been a long time since we last met.
Tell me what’s your name again, I forget.
There was a girl who lived across the yard,
and she was always making your life hard.
She danced naked across the bedroom floor,
but you were too shy to knock on her door.
You got fixed up with a date by your mom,
and when you took her to the high school prom.
She got drunk and wanted to get frisky,
but you were afraid it was too risky.
Life just ain’t something you’re going to find,
sitting in the dark peeking through the blind.
Just watching the world outside pass you by,
with no one there to hold you when you cry.
Got yourself a job at the Burger King,
spent your evenings watching the Dairy Queen.
She could really stack ice cream on a cone,
you never asked her for one of your own.
Joined the army when you were twenty-three,
they stationed you over in Germany.
Frauleins kept trying to give you a dance,
you never found the time to take the chance.
Love ain’t something you’re ever going to get,
sitting there staring at the TV set.
No matter how hard it is that you try,
that TV will not hold you while you cry.
The years passed by and you grew tired and old,
had a tiny dog and ten cats I’m told.
You never had any kids or a spouse,
matter of fact you hardly left the house.
Your neighbor always knocking on your door,
asking for some sugar or something more.
She said hers was the sweetest pie in town,
but you never would ask her to sit down.
Living sure ain’t something that can be done,
without trying to share it with someone.
You just have to step out the door and try,
when you find someone, you won’t need to cry.
It has been a while since you’ve dropped by.
I can’t help myself but to wonder why.
Hope I didn’t offend you when we last met.
Tell me what’s your name again, I forget.
Fate someday will determine when our days are concluded,
And those who think otherwise are sadly deluded!
Plans were made to ease my crossing with little compunction,
When I shed these earthly shackles and cease to function!
Since I like things in proper trim, regular and complete,
Plans were made in great detail to impress Old Saint Pete!
I'll enjoy a lovely mountain view from my sepulcher space.
Even a headstone with an epitaph is already set in place!
Arrangements compel me to be laid out in a slumber room,
Amid a forest of flowers that will currently be in bloom.
I wanted to be displayed in my jeans, they don't look so bad.
My spouse said, "No, I'd die of embarrassment if you were so clad!"
The funeral guy showed his caskets, each the top of the line.
I said, "Hold on there! I'd rather repose in a simple box of pine!"
"But sir" said he, "these are made with the most durable metal,
And will see you thro' your eternal bourne in very fine fettle!"
The salesman conducted the transaction with consummate skill,
But I almost died on the spot when he presented the bill!
I'd much rather have spent those bucks on an earth-bound fling!
Folks, if I could, I would just as soon forget the whole blamed thing!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
What are the odds against a white man turning black overnight?
After Jeff Gerber went to the bathroom, he was full of fright.
At that image in the mirror, he could not help but stare.
Where he should have been, there was a black man standing there.
Jeff told his wife that he was having a nightmare.
He, his spouse, and his children, all became afraid.
Due to the circumstances, some adjustments had to be made.
The situation became a unique one for Jeff and his family.
This strange quirk of fate placed the insurance man in a quandary.
Do you want to see how things turned out? Watch the movie.
Based on the 1970 film “Watermelon Man”
June 19, 2013
. Mouser.
The distillery cat was flat on his back
He’d had too much to drink.
The silly moggy his mind was foggy
He could hardly think.
It was thee day he was on his way
His time was really up.
The rules require he must retire
So he had drunk from the goodbye cup!
Those little mice they didn’t think twice
they quickly ran amok
And in no time felt quite sublime
Could not believe their luck!
Tails in the air, Mouser so unaware
Their party had began.
For life’s a must, much was discussed
Like an employee ownership plan.
“Imagine if, Mouser was a stiff
And we all ruled this place,
By and large we’d be in charge
Something we could all embrace.”
But just at that appeared a Rat,
You know what they all say.
You’re never more than through a door
Away from their decay.
“Well gee whiz, so what is this
We have an open house.”
He said with grin, “I’ll just move in
And go and get my spouse.”
The mice felt down and wore a frown
And thought we can’t have this,
Awake that cat from off his mat
Get him out his drunken bliss.
So it was to great applause
He had ended up quite upset,
They’d got the hose and gave a dose
Of water cold and wet!
Mouser howled then he scowled
Jumped up and cried aloud,
“I’ll get those mice they are my vice
They will end up in a shroud.”
The mice did flee with so much glee
The Rat it disappeared.
Mousers head felt like stale bread
His paws they went real weird.
And so it was, like an arbitration clause
Came in the Big Bad Boss.
“What’s all this noise I don’t enjoys,
I prefer a hearing loss!”
So Mouser stayed, a big blockade
And the mice he tipped a wink,
The big brown Rat, he don’t like a cat
That’s had too much to drink!
Now drink can make you think
It can feel good alright.
Whiskey can make you frisky
But it can also make you fight!
For a Scottish cat enjoys combat
As much as a Father loves his daughter,
Although there is a cure,
maybe it is obscure,
We could of course add water!
Lady Macbeth, Lady Macbeth
Why did you want Macbeth to be king
Even when you have all you need
This is all caused because of your greed
You think you are like a bird
Trying to get away with what you did
But lo and behold!
Your spouse will die as the witches bid.
You may be proud of what you have done
But because of your guilt
You went mad
You know something was wrong, which was bad
Lady Macbeth, Lady Macbeth
Why did you want no sympathy
Neither did you wish for empathy
You wanted everyone dead
Macbeth, Macbeth
Bless his soul
But because of you persuading him to kill
His existence became a foul.
Your heart is as evil as witch
As hard as ice
If you had murdered someone before
It wouldn't be a big surprise
You look as gentle as a feather
So light and innocent
But inside you are nothing
but a crueler version of malificent
You were truly brave to leave your parents behind.
There are family members that you have befuddled.
Leaving behind your near friends and family.
Your aspirations and life have stagnated endlessly.
You sobbed when you observed your lovely spouse.
Your joyful tears embraced your dainty sprouts.
Your tears muttered farewell as you served.
Your tears fell as casualties around friends.
Humble experts are quietly waiting at night.
He is utterly unconcerned around his exhaustion.
His exhausted body had not yet taken a rest bite.
He is unwavering and focused on his mission.
You've now successfully installed in an overseas land.
To conflict for those whose liberty you withstand.
Their motive will be lost despite your contribution.
But they did their best, despite their obligation.
Soldiers fight all night to hinder us safe.
While most of us are at home and do not strafe
Some whine all day about the incredible fight.
A Soldier never ignores fighting with might.
I am grateful that this soldier has sacrificed.
The land was on his shoulder when he died.
He was honest, selfless, brave, and daring.
As you alter older, please hold him to your thinking.
June 26, 2022
Tears Of A Valient Soldier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Faraz Ajmal
As Our Blessed Lady appeared holding Her Divine Son in Her arms
you will leave this state of pain she said in 3 days
In forty days you will leave this state
that she serves a higher purpose Divine
such was the news her heart
it began skipping faster inside joy
Her Lady Mary said to her
you 're the light of all stars hope is your virtue
Smiling the sun for you
as I myself am called Aurora,Star
the moon in her gentle fullness
and the brightness of the golden sun
Now nature will always bow down meek, and very humble
to our Masters voice
Assets it law
in the final moment of combat
Grace will come to lend you it's force
and your angel who is also mine
Gabriel the name expresses strength
will come to your aid in the time of need
you Princess are beloved among my children
It was then the prison filled up with a Heavenly celestial perfume
Her virtues she was bent on keeping
a public chastisement to offend her virtues
Then condemned stripped and scourged
like the spouse Our Lord preferred
Horrifying what they done to her
such are the faces of shame
The prison guards hesitated to unclothe her entirely
they proceeded to tie her to a column
in the presence off, a full court of men
Where they all lashed her with so much violence
until the floor was soaked and herself bathed in blood
Her whole body was an open wound now she fainted
they dragged her back to the dungeon cells to die
Two angels appeared and they began shining their light
inside the dark cell they embalmed her wounds
In the sweetest light of Heavenly oil
one off eternal life and salvation
her strength in His love she grew stronger for living
The emperor viewed her with greedy desire and lust filled eyes
he tried everything he had in his power to impress her
It was when he exhausted every means know to him
Talking about Jupiter
offering her the position of empress of Rome
using seductive words in every manner
blessing her with great honor
to be continued such a story just blew my mind in loves grace
It is said that a failure to plan is a plan to fail. And I agree that failure should not be an option.
Jesus told the Roman Governor that he came to bring truth to the world.
The Roman Governor Pilate responded by asking Jesus, "What is truth?".
In a movie, one actor made demands on another actor when he said,
"I want the truth!". With highly charged emotions, the other actor then replied, "You can't handle the truth!" Can we handle what is demanded?
That is the question; and if we cannot, 'We thereby fail the truth'.
Peter was not an evil person, but under pressure, he failed the truth.
Judas failed the truth, but he also allowed his failure to bury him.
In weakness, Peter failed the truth, but arose from his grave of
shame and buried his failure. We all fall down sometimes, but
too few of us get up. We all spill the milk sometimes, but too
few of us wipe it up and pour another cup.
Am I void of conscience? Do I have the capacity to lie under oath or in a vow? An evil intent is not the same as a capacity for failure which we all have. The Oath: "Do you solemnly swear to tell the truth and nothing but the truth so help you God". The Vow: "Do you take this person to be your lawful wedded spouse until but death do you part?"
I may choose to publicly oppose what I secretly know to be the truth.
I may choose to be indifferent by not caring or having no regard for the truth. I may intentionally and with malice, willfully mute the truth by denying or by lying .
062721PSCtest, Once More I Failed The Truth, Kai Michael Neumann
A free afternoon
So we heeded advice.
We strolled by the river;
The streets did entice.
We wandered down alleys
In neighborhoods where
Unexpectedly, ruins
Cropped up here and there.
To keep us from flagging,
I turned to gelato.
My spouse had espresso -
He liked it a lotto.
But when we were ready
To hit the hotel,
We vetoed a taxi,
For back where we dwell...
We travel by subway,
By foot or by bus.
It's quick and it's cheap,
Which of course is a plus.
Yet we're tourists and don't
Know the routes, like at home
But we figured - we'll ask.
After all, when in Rome...
So we purchased two tickets
And made our way back
By bus and by subway;
The code we did crack...
With the help of some locals,
For at every station
Were "Grazies"* and smiles,
Which don't need a translation.
*thank you in Italian