Long Wife Poems
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WE HEARD THE STORY AND READ THE OFFICAIL DOCUMENTS. YOU WON'T BELEIVE WHAT WE FOUND.
BY NOW YOU KNOW THE STORY OF KANTEEMANS TALE. A MAN SEES AN IMAGE IN THE STREAM AND CURSES IT, NOT WHATING TO SPEAK OF IT AS HE THOUGHT THIS OWN PEOPLE WOULD THINK HE WAS ILL. THE IMAGE PROMISED HIM A WIFE. HE FOUND HIS WIIFE. BUT THE FELLOW REFUSE TO OBEY THE IMAGE AND THOSE IN THE VILLAGE FEARED WHAT THIS GOD COULD DO, SO THEY DID AS THE GOD COMMANDED.
THE WOMAN MADE A DEAL AGAINST THE KNOWINGS OF THE MEN. THE SETTLERS AGRRED TO THE DEALING AND WHY. DID THE WOMAN OF THE SETTLEMENT KNOW OF THE SETTLERS DEALING WITH THE NATIVE WOMAN. AND WHAT WAS THE IMAGE IN THE STREAM AND WHY DID THE IMAGE APPEAR.
IF WE TOLD YOU THAT SOMEONE GOT INTO A TIME MACHINE AND WATCH THESE PEOPLE AND USED THEIR OWN WORDS TO CREATE THEIR GREATEST FEAR, USING MODERN METHODS TO CAUSE FEAR WOUD YOU BEILVE US. THAT'S WHAT HAPPENED. WE'VE FOUND OUT THAT THIS IS A COMMON PRACTICE. TO CAUSE THINGS TO HAPPEN IN THE PAST. BUT WE KNOW THIS HAPPENS BUT WHY DO THESE FUTRISTIC PEOPLE NOT HAVE REGULATION THAT RESTRICT SUCH OCURRENANCES.
WE ALSO FOUND OUT THAT THE WOMEN WHO NEGOCATED THIS PARTICULAR DEALING WITH THE SETTLERES DID SO AT AN ENORMOUS STAKE. THEY BECAME PREGANT. THIS CAUSED THE TRIBES TO DIVIDE, WAS THIS THE GOAL OF THE TIME TRAVELERS. TUNE IN WE HAVE FOUND THRU OWN OWN USGAE OF TIME TRAVELING, AWAY TO FIND OUT WHAT REALLY WENT ON.
Looks after his family and treasure's his wife.
Does not let his parents struggle in later life.
Does not cause others trouble and strife.
Makes every day the time of his life.
Try's his very best never to grow up .
Go's to the football and a pint with the lads.
See's a yellow traffic light and speed's up.
Spends a day at the races with the other lads and the dads.
Compassion runs through him like others blood.
A need to help others if and when he could.
Maintain peace and nurture brotherhood.
Be a good son, brother and excel at parenthood.
And try to live your life by these golden rules.
Treasure your family as if they where gold
And your friends as if they where precious jewels
And never vote Tory or make war .
comp entry 2910 (read trump for tory to my American friends)
ABOA ONI DUA: ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES
VERSE 1:
Jah in His Greatness;
Hope to the hopeless,
Father to the fatherless,
Mother to the motherless.
Aoo,
Who Jah bless,
No man curse.
Judah mu Dzata,
Ni banbor sum bo,
Ma ni mba.
Rock of ages.
N'adory3 sum bo.
Aboa oni dua.
Nyame na opra ni ho.
Host and guide;
Ono na ohw3 mi so.
Aboa oni dua,
Yehowah na ohw3 mi so.
This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES,
(Yehowah na ohw3 mi so)
CHORUS:
Aboa oni dua,
Mi sunson mi ho.
Ow3nfuor,
Yehowah ni m'anidasuor.
Christ in me is the hope of glory.
Jehovah Jireh,
He is always there for me.
(He is always there for me)
In Him I live.
Aboa oni dua,
In Jah I live.
(In Jah I live)
PRE-CHORUS:
Aboa oni dua,
Yehowah na ohw3 mi so.
CHORUS:
Aboa oni dua,
Mi sunson mi ho.
Ow3nfuor,
Yehowah ni m'anidasuor.
Christ in me is the hope of glory.
Jehovah Jireh,
He is always there for me.
(He is always there for me)
In Him I live.
Aboa oni dua,
In Jah I live.
(In Jah I live)
VERSE 2:
Husband and wife to the windowed.
Cuddling his chosen ones in His Bossom.
Kills hunger with milk and honey,
Supplies living water to he who's thirsty.
Oky3so Nyame,
Oky3 ma no so mi so.
Nankwansri;
Nyame na opra mi ho.
This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES,
Yehowah na ohw3 mi so.
CHORUS:
Aboa oni dua,
Mi sunson mi ho.
Ow3nfuor,
Yehowah ni m'anidasuor.
Christ in me is the hope of glory.
Jehovah Jireh,
He is always there for me.
(He is always there for me)
In Him I live.
Aboa oni dua,
In Jah I live.
(In Jah I live)
PRE-CHORUS:
Aboa oni dua,
Yehowah na ohw3 mi so.
CHORUS:
Aboa oni dua,
Mi sunson mi ho.
Ow3nfuor,
Yehowah ni m'anidasuor.
Christ in me is the hope of glory.
Jehovah Jireh,
He is always there for me.
(He is always there for me)
In Him I live.
Aboa oni dua,
In Jah I live.
(In Jah I live)
CHORUS:
Aboa oni dua,
Mi sunson mi ho.
Ow3nfuor,
Yehowah ni m'anidasuor.
Christ in me is the hope of glory.
Jehovah Jireh,
He is always there for me.
(He is always there for me)
In Him I live.
Aboa oni dua,
In Jah I live.
(In Jah I live)
OUTRO:
Aoo,
Who Jah bless,
No man curse.
Judah mu Dzata,
Ni banbor sum bo.
I try so hard to show heartfelt gratitude,
showing my love with a positive attitude.
I am so thankful for my beautiful daughter,
praying good life lessons I have taught her.
May I never show poor faith in her or platitude.
For all my family that puts up with me,
they see things in me I never could see.
The way they each show gratitude back,
and never look at all the things that I lack.
They make me believe my heart can be free.
I love my hubby with all my heart and soul,
for he is the true one who has made me whole.
For all the ways he shows his love indeed,
and is there for every single helpless need.
He shows his appreciation for me also.
I give thanks to everything I have in life,
for being a mother and heartwarming wife.
I recognize all things that bring me woe,
are just a bridge to help me learn to let go.
I shall show my gratitude even in times of strife.
March 1, 2018
Sometimes she will talk of it, not often,
but maybe her mother, just to see how she is doing,
opens a door in her mind again.
Dead mother, in her very special way, still cares.
When young, very young,
she was taken on long silent walks
to the emergency room;
another inexplicable illness had
crept into her bed.
One more deadly threshold
needed to be avoided,
a mother’s love demanded it,
needed this stage,
this on-going hospital drama
she had created for her daughter.
Back then they had interesting remedies
for chronically sick little girls,
some involved iron tubes and leather straps,
calming gas. Prolonged poking and
bedrest.
Mother was always word perfect,
knew all the medical terms,
could discuss with ease all the
signs and symptoms.
All was meticulously rehearsed.
The Doctors, if suspicious were compliant.
After umpteen visits
medical records grew voluminous.
They sent inspectors; case books were opened.
Eventually her mother closed herself down,
hiding behind a wall of ignorance.
After all she was the victim,
she kept telling her daughter so.
When her mind finally broke
only my wife could see it,
could tell that all that imagined sickness
had turned itself back upon her
seeking at long last a real a cure,
however she died knowing
there never was one.
When I first saw you, I could not believe,
Your caring eyes that saw through me.
I blushed because my thoughts were shown.
Embarrassed I felt, cause you had known.
You asked me softly to look at you,
and when I did, that's when I knew.
You reached out and touched my hand,
and asked me If I could have this dance?
My heart was like a cold night fire.
That hid my thoughts, and strong desires.
I put my hands around your waist,
and brought you closer to my face.
In awe I felt as we slowly danced,
and dreamt about a surreal romance.
The dance was almost over,
and felt a tap upon my shoulder.
He said," Mister do you mind?"
"I would like to dance with my wife, sometime."
Julie Rodeheaver Contest Hold Me In Your Arms 9/17/2017
Oh, Marry, my love, my heart's desire,
You refused to marry me, citing poverty's fire.
I don't deny my current state, my humble means,
But have you seen the future, the dreams I've gleaned?
The bright horizon beckons, a promise of tomorrow,
A future where love and fortune may bestow.
Though born in humble circumstances, I won't be defined,
For life can change in an instant, like a shifting tide.
You refused me, Marry, due to my attire,
The way I look, the exterior, not the heart's fire.
I work tirelessly, striving to ascend,
To shed the skin of poverty, and let my spirit transcend.
I haven't found the jackpot, the fortune I've sought,
But there's no shame in trying, in pursuing what I've caught.
Oh, Marry, I promised to swim every ocean's tide,
To climb every mountain, to brave the stormy night.
If it means having you, my love, my guiding star,
I'll traverse deserts, cross rivers wide and far.
I'm just a seed waiting to germinate,
A flower awaiting its bloom, a king awaiting his fate.
I have a dream, trust me, a vision of our future bright,
A life filled with love, laughter, and endless delight.
There's much I aim to accomplish, to build and to create,
A life that's worthy of your love, a life that's worth the wait.
Oh, Marry, marry me, don't let me go,
Stay by my side, and let our love forever grow.
Be with me through trials, through triumphs and strife,
Together we'll navigate life's journey, as husband and wife.
Don't judge me by today's circumstances, I pray,
See the potential, the love that drives me each day.
I'm not just a man, but a dreamer, a believer,
A partner who'll love and cherish you, forever and more.
Oh, Marry, my love, my heart beats for you,
In your eyes, my future shines, my dreams anew.
Marry me, and let's embark on life's grand quest,
Together, we'll conquer, and find our love's sweet rest.
7 men upped and left and then where never seen again
Nobody in the factory had a clue as to where and when
Jack's, cup of tea was still warm, stood on the table top
Nothing unusual here, he often left to go to a local shop
He was always back, with butty in hand in time to drink
But, the tap was left running, in the work's kitchen sink
Eric, had left his machine box, half full of nuts and bolts
A picture still left hung up of the wife, and his small tots
Tom work's supervisor his car parked could still be seen
As their bags left in their normal disarray in the canteen
Rest room checked; to see if they were in playing cards
When it was out back, as to check the work's backyards
Davvy's push bike, was still propped up against the wall
Yet, as to the others leaving, not one of them can recall
Wives and parents were called, see if they'd gone home
But, after all inquires of them, nothing was to be known
Management; no choice, we need to lock up for the day
Can't be bothered; about 7 guys, that have gone astray
Next morning came, at the gates, none of them arrived
Even the work's guard dog was left sat a little surprised
Eric always brought him a treat, now was none the wise
Had his best friend; somehow left, under some disguise
Then the police being called, no clues, could be gleaned
Whereas looking up above, had a third party intervened
Some say they dropped the lottery, so all left in a hurry
That; I may add left the wives and girlfriends in a flurry
But, fact is, it's been a year, still they're yet to be found
7 disappearing men, who it seems have gone to ground
Forty three years of marriage and still you make my heart beat strong
I never wanted to be anything else but your wife and loving song
Together we walked, jogged and trotted but most of all we danced,
to the rhythm of our first hello. Every loving act was a show of love;
When we were young we danced between sleepless nights and drank
the brew of life as if it were a fox trot of maelstrom haze;
Then the kids left home and we found ourselves alone again,
Phonographic unused cylinders of time crooned again
with love songs from Edith Piaf;
You wrapped your arms around my waist and gave me a beginners taste
Life had been good to us but oh how we lived it in such haste...,
Then we got a second chance, and we did it just so
losing ourselves on the living room floor,
we danced like newly weds on their wedding day;
That was the last time we danced together without goodbyes,
today all I own is an old phonograph, and yesterday's slow sighs.
July 13, 2021
The bowl of fruit left on the table
to wither and rot by those unable.
Those whose minds are shattered by death,
whose minds are weakened and bereft.
There cliché exhibit they concede,
tells of their leal for their dead lief.
We sing a laud then leave lento,
yet I looked back to see her alone.
So lane she was there by the lich,
so many did call here a dirty bitxx.
But with my eyes, I saw the effete look,
how loyal she was, the good food she cooked.
The mirth she shown, and the love she gave.
yet only to him after a work-long day.
Yes, I recall what the others dare not,
when time was, he wasn’t, the daft old sot.
When he came home, so decorous from work,
to see his wife & daughter, and son named Dirk.
There was an air of happiness everywhere,
there wasn’t the slightest thought for tear.
But Dirk went away, to war, and died,
never had a chance to live his life.
Someone raped and shot the daughter,
they didn’t find the one who got her.
His barn caught fire not long ago
well he didn’t have much then anymore.
With this all happening in six fortnights,
it was no surprise he was drunk most nights.
Then three nights ago he found that man,
story goes the sot chopped off his left hand.
The killer wasn’t drunk, so he beat the old man,
beat him with everything but his left hand.
The killer ran off to save himself,
as the screams of the sot finally brought help.
Still the shameful same, it was too late,
The sot lay dead with a sliced-up face.
yes, that’s the story of how it was,
Why did they blame it on her? Well because,
you see there’s a witch; gypsies knew about,
And after the old sot died, it was all let out.
How she lost her left hand, three nights ago,
. . they say there’s going to be a burnin, you know.
. . . come along . . . won’t you?