Melodic music matches mood
Angels introduced me to you
Refreshing to meet such a soul
Romantic wholesome full of hope
I wonder what you think of me
Ever so shy you barely speak
Denim days filled with delight
To God I prayed you in my life
Onyx skin you’re like the moon
To befriend like flower I bloom
Heart like art beautiful with peace
Eyes bright humor smart unique
Mahogany lips that match your skin
Only my jest can make you grin
Oceans blue as deep as you
Nuptial truth found you my groom
Sweet potato pie
I am married to the soul
I live in sweet sin
A Gemini artist married to a Libra mathematician?
This will end badly, a relationship that defies regal ambition.
The naysayers laugh for we are opposite in many ways.
I can lose myself in my work and paint canvasses for days.
My libra mathematician likes statistics, it is his powerful tool.
I cannot understand algebra, statistics once made me a fool.
But we eat our beef, mashed potatoes with warm bread.
And we do not talk shop, so our marriage moves along ahead.
A Gemini artist married to a Libra mathematician is insane.
But we have been married for over fifty years so this is plain.
Although I despise math, and he does not cartoon, paint or sing.
We have many commonalities, and laugh at the same thing.
We raised three daughters who understood the beauty of this.
Depending upon the problem, they sought answers for their bliss.
Asking the Gemini when playing and whimsy was the answer they wanted.
If it was a logic question or a math problem, for Daddy they hunted.
Elizabeth Taylor,
Married eight times, ex-husbands in a galore!
Many more than two coveted Oscars she won,
Dealing with seven grumpy men - not a lot of fun!
Limerick
There once was a goddess named Liz,
With eyes that could make a man fizz.
She would marry by Tuesday,
Then divorce by Wednesday
Till death or a better offer was her biz.
Eight rings on her finger
Here is our Liz Taylor.
Married to my love, making all my days have love and fun.
Being married is the best, it gives me a feeling of complete success.
My love is my best friend, making me have all my dreams come true.
Married to my best love, the one who is always there and gives me cheer.
Married to the person of my dreams, making all my days sweet and true.
Thank you love, for being number one, for all of our moments, and always being you.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Conflicting ideas:
He will have his say.
Twenty years of marriage. All in vain.
He insists that his factory is supreme,
His waste dispersed devastation everywhere.
Angry and depressed, she leaves
despite the doctor's orders
to rest after a big meal.
Reminiscing on how things have changed,
embarrassed and ashamed,
She traces her steps towards
The polluted stream.
No feast of senses here. Dead fish
Float on the surface, and no bird sings.
Poor camel’s humps, the males whistled and stared
She said to herself, ‘I wish they weren’t there’ ~
She took a ‘magic pill’
Then elixir she swilled ~
Flat as a pancake, ‘falsies’ she now wears
"Are you happily married?"
"Yeah, but don't tell her my mouth eats varieties,"
A ten-year dark secret well-kept
Between you and me, dear friend.
Though nowadays the teeth are weak,
Sometimes it’s hard to chew—
they can no longer crack bones,
unless I get the right pill over the counter.
Still, it’s a secret you buried in your belly,
That the seed of polygamy took deep root in me,
With four bastards waiting for my will,
While your mouth stays sealed and my conscience pricks.
But please, let not a trace of this disgust
reach my wife’s ear—she’ll skin me alive.
My veiled loyalty must be buried with my casket,
That’s if you and she outlast my secret.
We embarked without a clue
Life throwing us multiple twists and turns
Looking back ~ all was perfect
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
Life, come thou unhurried to me,
Said she, 'I'm long buried' to me.
A strange sorrow once married me,
Wonder who it carried to me.
Once a bubble dared laugh at me,
Blown soon, it looked harried to me.
Where’s the strainer that filters sins?
The query stands parried to me.
What all my joys can sweep aside,
Such brooms have never worried me.
___________________________
Ghazal |05.09.2025| sorrow, sin, joy, life
He is a good man with morals
He takes good care of his wives
He boasts about his wives a lot
Especially people's wives.
Our husband doesn't cheat says the wives
He's a responsible man with morals
Just but ten he married us
He promised not to marry again.
Our husband doesn't sleep at home
He said we scream a lot
He needs concentration for his work
So he sleeps in hotels of his choice.
What a wonderful man God gave us
He has seven secretaries for himself
Each tends to him when needed he said
Though we don't know what our husband does for a living. But we do know he works at night and doesn't sleep at home.
He crawled out of the doghouse looking sad
His new wife was mean, big and bad
I had been warned, he said, by my dad
He had also married a shrew, big and bad
there was a daring young rake named Kent
who spent much time with a married woman from Trent
till it was said
they were caught in her bed
and the husband in his head put a dent
the bridegroom had a certain reputation
but the bride was chaste
as clever young women are wont to be
married in white but why such haste
Inspired by Medusa, written and sung by Glenn Hughes, with Trapeze
I look at you and can only stare.
I love your long and flowing hair,
your smiling lips and eyes that flash
as you bat each knowing lash.
Yet sometimes very late at night,
or when the light strikes you just right,
your beautiful hair turns into snakes.
Your look gives me the creeps and shakes.
Maybe I drank something too strong,
or maybe I said something wrong.
I'd rather ride an appaloosa,
but I'm married to Medusa.
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