I
A happily married man is he
Who weds, not for love, but for policy.
His life will be clover
If his wife will sign over
Not the deed to her heart, but her property.
II
A woman who weds for the pleasure,
May live to repent at her leisure.
When she's no more excuses
For her husband's abuses,
A close bond with her lawyer she'll treasure.
Why did I let him back into my life
When I know it will cause only pain, tears and strife
Perhaps I’m afraid I’ll never have another
Man so attentive as this sexy Latin lover
He blows into town finds a snow shovel
Breaks up the ice from ‘round my tiny hovel
Asks me if I’m hungry and takes me out to eat
Lets me sit down first to get me off tired feet
I found he has a family In another state
A wife and children after several a date
It goes against my principles to date a married man
It goes against my morels that was never the plan
He’s a smooth talker knows just what to say
To make a woman change her mind and come back to play
You picked the wrong woman to run your game on
This rodeo my friend I’ve ridden until dawn
Never will you catch me nor will I change my mind
My morals and principles will always step out from behind.
This classic Western, stars Gary Cooper as Will Kane, a newly married man whose wife is a Quaker pacifist. The murderer-outlaw is coming into town at noon to kill his nemesis.
High Noon
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The whistle of the train, threats coming soon.
Kane’s courage off the track on honeymoon.
The church, filled with chickens.
Kane’s alone - plot thickens.
Outlaw avoided noose, now dies, at noon.
5/7/2022
High Noon
Sponsor: Joseph May
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HMS and Rhymezone
There’s a young married man in Kentucky
Who finds all touchy-feely stuff yucky
He is so uptight
he shakes hands goodnight
He says he’d like kids, but some guys aren’t lucky
2/11/22
This woman loves a married man
So she sings the jazzy blues,
Hoping to be carried into
Distant space where she
Never heard of heartache.
This woman sips her wine
As she wades in the rivers,
Searching for poor autumn leaves
To ask if she too can drown
And become dust to earth.
"SomeDay"
SomeDay I just want to show you that I can love, and to give those things you've prayed on.
SomeDay I just want to take it all serious, and to be the shoulder you can lean on.
I know that I am not easy to deal with, and I am a lot confusing too.
But someday I'm going to love true, and show you that I can be faithful too.
SomeDays are harder than others, our good times are shorten by pointless arguments.
SomeDays we are in love, with our hearts mounted like a beautiful monument.
SomeDays I think deep thoughts about my future, a wife is apart of it too.
SomeDay I'm going to be a married man, and I pray that my wife is like you.
SomeDay your are going to realize, that I was really the man you pictured me to be.
SomeDay we will raise children of our own, and what great kings and queens they will be.
SomeDay I hope you will forgive me, and know that I didn't mean for it to play out this way.
I promise to put my pride to the side, stand up like a man, and do things Gods way, Someday.
SomeDays I just pick up my pen and let my words flow, because SomeDay someone will need these words to help them let go.
- Brashard Booker
Father, dear Father
Second Father, earthy one
In thanksgivings, I’m thanks giving
Glad you were my dad
A Naval man
An Auto Detailer
A husband spouse
A Father
Father, O’ dear Father
I thank you for always
Co-providing
Always being present
A Veteran
A small gentle man
A married man to one woman
A husband spouse
A Father
Father, dear Father
Second Father, earthy one
In thanksgivings, I’m thanks giving
Glad you were my dad
On this warm September day
I am ever so thank-full this day
Thanksgiving, thanksgivings to you,
~you whom was birth on this day
~dedicated verse to my earthly Father
Joseph Lee
1925 Sunrise ~ 1986 Sunset
I volunteered in a soup kitchen to help the needy;
the homeless and the lonely, the addicts and the seedy.
For me in the kitchen, it was a place to socialize,
while I was helping out with many others doing likewise.
Susie James who is a single girl had trouble finding work.
Susie volunteers her time so, she is not one who will shirk,
helping out and giving smiles when handing out the soup,
and so becoming well respected in amongst our group.
Alas Susie admitted, with some sorrow in her voice,
when it comes to men she is forever making a wrong choice.
Susie explained that men she’s drawn too always have to lie,
for they are either married or have partners that is why.
So when a young man unbeknown has entered to assist,
Susie’s eyes were roving and she just could not resist,
to call this handsome man across to us and he didn’t balk,
and I heard the conversation as the pair of them did talk.
The first thing Susie asked him; “Are you a married man?”
“Not in the eyes of man”, he said, when answering dead pan.
‘So this man’s not married’, Susie smiled. ‘That’s a start at least’.
“Do you work?” And he replied, “Oh yes, I am a priest”.
Every day I went away
Near fifty years of work
Pleasantly I spent the day
Midst temptation's lurk
Pretty women all around
Everywhere I turned
Dazzling smiles, alluring frowns
For so many my heart yearned
Alas, I was a married man
A trooper, faithful to his wife
But now she's gone, the field I scan ~
Ponder paths untrod in life
~ This, of course, is pure fiction ~
I shall never see the world as it used to be
In my dream it was 1960 I could fondly see
I could see mom blowing smoke at our faces
Dad spouting bad remarks about certain races
I was there at the table waiting for the bomb
As remembered just an unfulfilled alarm
It was summer when the fun never ends
I was having fun with hula hooping friends
Listening to Chubby and acting double bubbly
My sister and friend were getting kind of cuddly
Young for New York, where the people are so gay
I was dancing in my room, twisting the night away
I saw women in town as dolled up as they could get
And my mom going hep to hip with never a sweat
I saw a married man who I knew would often stray
I heard he tortured his wife when it was other way
I saw proud women, housewives doing their job
Men I remember getting killed belonged to the mob
I could see it was a year, long gone, when men ruled
If you don’t think they still do, you have been fooled
Every day that goes by, I tell myself
one day it will all be worth it.
These past 2 year haven't been for nothing.
But then I think to myself ,can I honestly say that?
Im in love with a married man!
No it will never be worth it...
Everyday once were finally together, he will accuse me of cheating.
Every day after were finally together, he will not trust me cuz I cant trust him.
Everyday after were finally together, I will realize that maybe wanting what someone else has, isn't good for me.
Every day after were finally together, I will understand why his wife wasn't making him happy anymore.
Every day after were finally together, I will remember I gave up a child for u!
Every day after were finally together, I will realize that he will never loved me like I thought he did.
one day after were finally together, I will realize that I just don't love him anymore.
Laying up Treasures
Written: by Tom Wright
January 2015
When I was but a young married man,
On occasion I’ve heard my mother say.
Son, you’ll never accumulate very much,
Until you discontinue giving so much away.
But inside me was dwelling a need or feeling,
That neither one could fully understand.
Why I’d take those things I labored for,
And place them in some other’s hand.
Now late in life I’ve remained the same,
I’m surveying some things I could share.
Finding each thing leaving me for another,
Makes Jesus smile for He is fully aware.*
*Matthew 2:40 KJV
You come with the laughter
That would brighten up the gloomy day
You come with the touch of God in your hands
That sends power through my body every time you touch me
You come with a body of a god, the tempting sight to touch what I see but have for many lifetimes have dreamed about
You come with positive karma that is always welcomed
The level of depth and mystery you have pushes my soul to be one with you
You come with the words of passion and the truth that shadows the echoes of doubt in my mind
You come with all I need in a man but never got because it wasn't truth
In the presence of greatness you sit there ever so sweetly
Do you know how difficult it is to leave when I have to go back home to a married man?
SOOTHING STRANGERS
Two sweet old ladies serve to strangers - strays.
Carafe of wine and conversation soothes.
No need for pillows soft. They do not stay.
The old maids learned their craft in Summer’s youth.
A visit from a newly married man —
Their nephew’s scared for them, alone and frail.
His daft and anxious mood akin to clan.
His aunts, they mutter, that he’s very pale.
Their brother charges down the stairs. He thinks
He is the presidential “teddy bear.”
He’s digging locks to bury all who drink.
Of all the callers seen not one they spare.
A kindly threat from wry and wrinkled face.
Delicious choice — this arsenic and lace.
7/22/2018
Your Finest Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mark Massey
*Arsenic and Old Lace was a dark comedy starring Cary Grant.
He was a typewriter in a computer age
Never wanting to turn the next page
A married man with children that behave
And a pretty wife who was like his slave
He did the outside and she did the inside
When he directed, she stayed by his side
When in a car with her, he was the driver
And at the local pool, he was the high diver
A man stuck in the Eisenhower decade
When products sold were American made
As an NRA member, he owned a fancy gun
And a rifle to hunt raccoons just for the fun
He was really happy when Reagan had won
But not so happy when a new race had run
Today he feels dazed, confused and meek
As his party loyalty has quickly gotten weak
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