“Don’t call me mad,” she screamed.
Hand raised in reaction to her words.
But she planted her feet, like cocoa tree.
“Raise it again. Bear the cost.”
“Wives stab husbands now,” he joked, afraid.
“You'll join your matrimonial abuse colleagues in jail,
Or you think women aren't welcome there?”
He wanted her gone.
New woman to be welcomed at the door.
She wanted independence from a man
Who bragged about his nothingness.
“Your rickety car will fail you.
You’re already down like a crashed plane,” said she.
One bulb. Two shadows.
Marriage died by midnight.
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Gift for bride and groom.
E-xcellent
L-itterateur's
Y-early
&
W-ords
I-mplement
L-ovely
M-atrimonial
A-nniversary
A-s
B-ride
A-nd
G-room
O-ffer
N-ame
Topic: Anniversary of Ely & Wilma E. Abagon (January 09)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
J-ust
I-nterpret
M-atrimonial
M-essage
Y-ou
&
P-oetically
R-ead
E-njoying
C-elebration's
Y-early
N-ote
I-n
E-uphoric
V-ertical
A-crostic
Topic: Anniversary of Jimmy & Precy Nieva (January 07)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
C-omposer's
H-eartfelt
A-crostic
R-ightfully
L-ets
E-very
M-atrimonial
A-nniversary
G-et
N-ice
E-xpression
&
J-ust
H-appily
E-mploying
N-uptial
N-ote
D-espite
E-veryday
L-ife's
R-umors
O-f
S-orrow
A-s
R-ejoicer
I-s
O-ptimistic
Topic: Anniversary of Charlemagne & Jhenn Del Rosario (December 19)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
In my room at night
I switched off the lights
And played us cool blues
It was just your love I knew
In the bed of love with God
One needs romance that is strong
For the renewal of our strength.
For the sustenance of my breath
For me to make it in life,
I need this play with my wife
That romance that keeps marriage bed alive.
The oil of our love-bed romance
Lubricates us for better performance
The sweetness of your oily romance
Will help me not to compromise
Just with a pure romantic pace
There is release of strength and grace
To help us finish this race
For me not to feel the wounds and pains
Of the cross, and to remain ablaze
I did not worry about the thorns of the day
When I remembered the night romance we incubate,
It provides all I need
And makes my wife take good care of me.
This Romance strengthens love
And love strengthens us.
I have dressed my heart
As a comfortable mat
For this MATRIMONIAL ROMANCE.
Homes broken, futures stolen
Lives shattered
Children, men and women forsaken
Beauties and cuties battered
Family members scattered
Matrimonial vows broken
Values down watered
Untruths spoken
Wedding and kitchen party celebrations forgotten
Tempers raised, minds crazed
Intransigence and insolence gotten
Sorrows grazed, sanity and sobriety erased
Divorce legal proceedings pursued
Bad blood contemplated
Acrimony and recrimination ensued
In score setting scenes dilated and inflated
Dark thoughts entertained
Anger drawn, thrown and grown upfront
Malice maggots maintained
Ego-tripping agenda pushed to the front alongside affront
Courtship days and sweet nothings uttered-a distant memory
As spouses spar with sharp swords
Weapons of mutual unleashed from the matrimonial armoury
While spouses with daggers drawn scowl like ill tempered toads
Prompting church leaders with mouths agape
To stare in horror at the shambolic charade
Playing out without a sensible route escape
Leaving a rueful responsibility to a disappointed dad.
I
Wait patiently
for bride, groom
I will quickly move
and grab the beautiful bride
and kiss her with lunatic lust
before groom knocks and enters here tonight
Upon the drying of the matrimonial Ink
Neither did think
Upon the drying of the matrimonial ink
Their marriage would stink
Till death do us part
Was not the end but the start
Of what drew them apart
She called him an old fart
He , Her a tart
You see they both played their part
Played at perfecting his and her art
Of driving home the steak
In equal amounts
They soon stopped keeping count
Till the day when they were sat dividing up there assets
They were reminded of the facets
Of what at first drew them both together
And on that very day neither felt too clever
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