A wedding may lead to a child
first one and then another
A strong, healthy marriage, unified
bonds of children, groom and bride…
Yet a wedding can lead to aggravation
even a parting of the ways
When a hurried period of incubation
douses the initial blaze
May yours be long and rewarding
on Earth, in Heaven ~ life-transforming
It would be nice if you listened to me,
instead of ignoring my mild requests,
astonishing if you agreed with me for a change,
although no decent resistance would be strange.
Remember the old days when we acquiesced,
now not unusual for things to be second-guessed;
my experience as a game- player was my range,
but to lose nearly every time would be strange.
We had houses, wealth, cars and holidays,
but a battle to prevent the parting of the ways,
even when you drove up the drive to our fancy grange,
an acknowledgement of our success would be strange.
Tolerance is the key - 'He doesn't say much, does he?'
Ironically, keep driving, survival is thanks to me.
I clothe my love in silken wrap
no surface is denied,
for every touch, and each caress
is gently amplified.
I clothe my love in sable fur
it's inner warmth to keep
held tender in primeval shroud
my love will softly sleep.
I clothe my love in armour strong
protection from the days
no onslaught shall disjoin our bond
no parting of the ways.
For love deserves such apparel
each day is dressed anew
I clothed it since that day I fell
this love I dress is you
For Janet x
I am shattered you do not forgive me...
Turn towards me, darling
and don't turn on your heel.
Call me again your Sapling...
I did not mean to upset you
or shrill out a parting of the ways.
I would turn back the clock if I could
and fall into mode of sunray.
Your Sapling can't be good all the time...
How many can do that?
Occasionally we girls go off the line,
and we can do without men's brick-bats.
Anyhow, I know you'll come round
even by tonight, I'll be bound.
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Modern Sonnet
9/22/2015
Contest - Forgiveness
Sponsor - Craig Cornish
A Win
IT was an Angel , that I seen his eyes were blue , and hair was curly blond he spoke to me in odd way he wanted me to notice him today.This is a chapel I go to pray. I Look for Christ,which I have seen.he sent him to me this very day I need his help in so many ways. a special messenger today, I hope he stays with me forever.and in his parting of the ways ,he wish me a very special day.
Onward with the game
Death, just the parting of the ways,
Till we return beyond the haze,
Universal ebb n flow,
Spirits flit, they come n go,
Rejoin the two half wits.
Beyond the haze we meet again,
To talk of all the suffered pain,
Decide to never come again,
Back on earth 2 baby’s sit,
Can’t leave another half of wit,
Start another game.
Sometimes one will die in pain,
The other fades and joins again,
Beyond the haze the other sits,
And welcomes her with love and it’s,
Onward with the game…..
Insane world , or is there logic in the universe?
Man/God/logic?
Don Johnson
I have no books
Nor have I teachers
But him who is enough
Where life’s inside the sap that flows
All else besides can adds nothing more!
I find a longing
For some one same
But this chalice who can bear
Where like and similar are not same
There comes a parting of the ways, in disbelief!
I lose a longing
To have and hold
Leaves I cast as I grow old
And having nothing losing all
Life’s hope springs when there is everything
Born the longing
For one who loves
But who can love the thief
And live in him who is enough
Who knows he only takes to give is everything!
Those who hold
Or those who empty
Who can tell the difference
They that live in him who is enough
Through emptied jars of clay lose everything!
And these
are born
not self made
Tomorrow begets tomorrow begets tomorrow
Until the deadbolt day of sweetest sorrow
When discordant bells chime frost on spiral stairs
And time forecloses on it's borrowed wares.
The days beget the days beget the days
Until the dead loss parting of the ways,
As foreseen, yet somehow blind, the jagged close
Guillotines the petals of the golden rose.
The last begets the last begets the last
Until the dead end spell is made and cast
And hearts are silenced, beats reduced to stone,
Consigned to ocean depths to lie alone.
The end begets the end begets the end
Until the deadlock leaving of a friend
On whom the greatest love must now bestow
The sweetest sorrow man will ever know.
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