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Premium Member He Could No Longer Deny

The day we first met he melted my heart
He held me so close we were never to part
Weeks and months past as our love grew strong
In each others arms is where we belong

Then came the night he never came home
I sat up and waited my mind so in roam
Eventually he appeared and found me in tears
But I knew in my heart my internal fears

We sat down and talked as he told me why
That he no longer loved me he could no longer deny
This girl he's been seeing is half my age
My internal fears grew to external rage

The day we first met he melted my heart
Never again will he hold me as I watched him depart
Form: Sonnet


Premium Member The Heart of a Poet -- Listens (Part 4 )

The Darkest DAY
Billows of Darkness 
Surrounding a Broken Heart 
Breathe deep smothered LOVE

Keep squeezing, squeeze the life out of me My WIFE went over THAT RAILING,
And so does my LIFE  All of a sudden a tidal wave of Doctors, Nurses :  Flailing
I could hear a Latin accent Over here, Over Here, Sedate Him, Sedate  He’s crazy
A nurse with a syringe  poked me and said Good Night I couldn’t fight ALL was Hazy

My host: Sleeps{ With one arm wrapped around the boom, other hand lifts Lenore 
Together As mating Eagles We plummet into the Sunset on the Caribbean Sea’s floor}
My host is a Lifeguard, a Red Cross Certified Swimming Instructor A fish in Water                
{ We Trampoline off smooth soft bronzed sand to the Sunset’s reflection atop the water}
                                                     My host Awakes

The foggy wavering images come into clarity : I see the tears in Mr. Adams Eyes
The grief on Mrs. Adams face The loss of a beloved sister in Lois and Leslie’s Eyes
Mr. Adams ”SON, You should have this, A transparent Pure White Veil : no Green Eyes
“Amigo How are you?” The monster arms, bear paw hands, tree stump shins, Devil Eyes

“I am Ishmael Cortez, I Love my Mother and Father and the way they Love each other 
I have never seen LOVE as you displayed last night, You made me want to let You :Go” 
My host says nothing, the pain of loss in his tears : the agony felt through a White Veil
Torment surrounds me: I’m pounding, to the symphony of misery, Enveloped I smother
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Heart of a Poet -- Speaks (Part 3)

Disintegrated
Red Tears , Create a Black Lake
Where my Heart now swims

You may Kiss your Bride : I raise HER veil, see the essence of my universe
Wrapping my arms around Her; drawing Her closer, We kiss our tongues dance
The eyes, ears the depths of my soul ; screaming “Rejoice; our host is Whole
 I remember Our Wedding Dance a Rhapsody to Eternity, the rest of the day 
                                            A soporiferous trance
I remember the last  Beautiful  Picture  I ever Felt of  “  L E N O R E  “
 My host  was  standing on the Shuffle-Board Court talking with Mr. Adams
 His only “FATHER” - in law :  Respectfully  my host gazes beyond “TO LENORE”
 Standing by the railing  on the main deck a few feet below : He glances and catches
 THE flash in LENORE’s Green Eyes : the mirrors of HER SOUL a silhouette :
  Against the Sun standing upon his own reflection Smiling at His smile : I Smile
 Sending  LENORE ‘s Heart a whisper :  a LOVE Song;  Singing of our FOREVER
 A Toast to MRS LENORE ELLEN(Adams)JOHNSON The Heartbeat of my SOUL
 Her eyes bypass me to her Daddy,  I nod my appreciation, He nods Saying call me D A D 
 OUR eyes  revert to LENORE who raises her glass which flies from her hand:  I glimps
As a sailing boom sweeps across the main deck Hearing the wails of fear and pain
The boom lifts LENORE up and throws Her over the Railing I glance at DAD “FROZEN
 In that second of time” I tore off my cummerbund tie and my shoes “All HANDS on Deck  
ALL HANDS ON DECK Man Overboard  I start to leap as the arms of a monster puts me in a
                                                       Bearhug
I can’t break through “ Let me go YOU stupid  M___er - F___er  Please LET ME GO I cried 
                                                        PLEASE

I Finally See

Why must you put me through this agony and pain?
Your attempts for reconciliation are all in vain.

Why should I stay married to you?
All you did was make me black and blue.

Why keep telling your lies so vile?
Do you think that we will swallow your bile?

Maybe your mother certainly will,
But I will not swallow that bitter pill.

I have finally lost our bet,
For you see I wish we had never met.

You are nothing more to me,
The light I do now finally see.

I do not want that way of life.
In my heart I am no longer your wife.

Even though our union is still legal,
I leave you with grace and regal.

I want an easy and quick divorce,
However I am afraid that is not our course.

What ever will be shall be.
From you, all I want is to be free.
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Greetings From the Heart of a Poet

Hello , POETS and POETESS : as my Host would say
I’ve been asked to speak in his stead ; take it as You may
I can remember talking to many of You before about a Forever LOVE
Your gracious words soothing me , from a pounding to a tranquil beat
Can You keep a secret, my host has two of my speeches under lock and key
As he did me for ten years after his Everything in Life : evaporated in the sea
I want to tell the short period of Time MY Host Had no LOVE in his Heart
I shan’t destroy his LOVE For LENORE I just want YOU to know LOVE
Can not die Please ask him to let me have my Right to Free Speech  ALWAYS
Beating for All of YOU  A Quite Heart with something to say about the Power of LOVE


No, We Can'T Be Friends!!!!

You say that I'm not a good wife, 
 but I supported you while you were in jail.
How can I not be a good wife, 
 when I stood by you when others would bail?

You know how to push my every button.
 How to make me doubt myself and get mad.
You're the fool who will never realize
 the loyal, forgiving, faithful wife you had.

Not many people will stand by a man, 
 who is an addict, has cheated and hit them.
I gave you a second chance with our marriage, 
 I was the fool who went out on a limb.

I never should have given you the first chance.
 You didn't deserve to have someone like me.
Not that I'm beautiful or glamorous, just normal.
 But you use women to get what you need.

You feed on women with low self esteem, 
 using your looks to get your foot in the door.
Well, I learned my lesson, though I love you, 
 You're a disgrace, and I deserve more.

I'm tired of you calling and playing your mind games.
 You say hurtful things that make me cry.
Why can't you leave me alone, do what you do best, 
 Go get drunk, screw some skank and get high!

I don't want you in my life anymore, 
 No, we can't be friends and stay in touch!
You can't make amends for what you've done, 
 Its over, you've put me through way too much!

You'll never change, so why would I want
 to even think of giving you another chance?
I did my time, I'm done, its over, Good-bye, 
 It didn't work for us, I'm no longer in your trance!

Just sign the papers, for once be a man
 and do as I ask, I've given you enough of my time.
Go back to how you were when we met, using women,
 not wanting to work, doing drugs and your life of crime.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Passionate Phrases

“Ooh, don’t stop”, she says to me when massaging her feet at night;
“Ooh, don’t stop”, she whines when flipping channels and a game comes into sight;
“Ooh, don’t stop”, she orders when pushing the grocery cart past the cold beer aisle;
“Ooh, don’t stop”, she barks when I take a dishwashing break for awhile.

“Give me more, baby”, she says when pouring her a glass of wine;
“Give me more, baby”, she demands when I get out of the ATM line;
“Give me more, baby”, she pleads when putting her gifts under the Christmas tree;
“Give me more, baby”, she requests when editing my last will and testimony.

“You’re the best”, she says to the girl who dresses her hair;
“You’re the best”, she announces to the teachers who provide day care;
“You’re the best”, she moans to her favorite flavor of ice cream;
“You’re the best”, she states to the tailor who lets out her seams.

But what do I hear in bed at night when amorous I get?
These phrases she so commonly uses, she seems to then forget.
In twenty years of trying to please, I haven’t heard one yet;
The truth of the matter, the fact of it is, I hear the opposite.
© Joe Flach  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Retribution

It’s the wife; we’ve not spoken for ages
For a while now she’s not moved her lips
But her diet it seems to be working
You can tell by the size of her hips
Ask, if you can, what’s upset her
Was it something I did or forgot?
She sits there and stares at the ceiling
And she hasn’t been eating a lot
See if she wants to go shopping
The food I’ve been eating is junk
Tell her she needs a good shower
She’s beginning to smell like a skunk 
Find out where all my clean socks are
I haven’t changed these for a while
Try if you can to get answers 
And for gods’ sake please get her to smile
Let her know that we’ve got no clean dishes
And the dogs made a mess of our bed
What do you mean you can’t wake her
You’re not telling me that she’s dead
Who’s going to cook me my dinners
Who’s going to clean for me now
I’m sure that she’s done this on purpose
The nasty vindictive old cow
© John Fenn  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Please, Someone, Answer My Question

As I start to arouse from a deep, deep sleep, I am unaware of where I might be.
Slowly my eyes blink awake, but my mind hasn’t yet taken control of me.

My senses are slow to start functioning; I am aware of darkness, yet, flashes of light.
My brain tries to put together the pieces of where and when I went to bed last night.

I am not even sure if, in reality, I can’t move, or if I just haven’t willed myself to do 
so yet.

I realize the noise I hear in my head is the sound of pouring rain, and suddenly, it 
dawns on me, that I am soaking wet.

Remember.  Remember.
What was I doing yesterday?
Sleep embraces me again.

When next I awake, I am not sure how much time has passed;
It could have been hours; or days; or, perhaps, just a second or two.
I am on my back this time.  
The rain is pounding on my face, preventing me from opening my eyes.
Then I remember; I was having dinner with you.

Flashing red lights greet my eyes when I force them open through the rain.
“I feel nothing”, I only think to myself as an answer to someone asking, 
“Do you feel any pain?”

I was having dinner with you.

The small flashlight being shined into my open eyes by someone kneeling down 
beside me recalls the memory of headlights coming at us from a truck going the 
wrong way in our lane on the highway.

Now I remember – I turned and looked at you right before going to sleep.

“Where is my wife?”  
I am not sure if I said that out loud or just thought it inside my head.

I try to sit up to see if I can find you.
There is that pain he was asking me about.
The lights are turned off again.

I am warm and dry when I awake again.
The sounds of sirens in the rain are replaced by the beep, beep, beep
Of the medical equipment measuring my vital signs.

“Where is my wife?”

I need someone to answer that question before I can decide whether or not to keep 
the beeping going so I can see you here again or to drift off to sleep and join you on 
a different journey.

“Where is my wife?”
© Joe Flach  Create an image from this poem.

Match Made In Heaven

I stand naked by the mirror
Looking at myself
I look like ummm
Something off a dusty shelf

My ribs stick out
You could play them like a harp
And my eyes bulge out my head
Like a half squeezed Chihuahua pup

My legs they call them lucky
They like two fighting swords
I have the knack of amusing people
With them I even won awards

Now my wife is a total contrast
She’s short, fat and round
It takes me three hours to spread the fake tan
But she still comes out unevenly browned

Just the other day I thought 
She threw the duvet over me
But when I opened one eye
I saw it was a crusty bikini

I love to watch her dressing
It makes me shake at the knees
I feel like grabbing a handful of ripples
And give them a gentle squeeze 

Driving the car is a challenge 
Her ripples stop me changing the gear
And when we walk down the street
We look like a shield with a skinny spear

But to her I’m her half finished pepperoni
To me she’s my fluffy bread bun
We always do things together
I’m telling you, we have so much fun

And now I would like to announce
The arrival of baby number seven
We may seem like the oddest couple
But it’s a match made in heaven.
Form: Rhyme

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