OH YE GOD OF LOVE
MIGHT MY LOVE COME TO ME
OH YE GOD OF LOVE MIGHT THEN
MIGHT THEY SEE
OH YE GOD OF LOVE
MIGHT THEY WISH US TO MARRY
WITHOUT DEFINING WHAT WE ARE
AND WITHOUT SPEAKING ILL OF THEE
OH YE GOD OF LOVE
MARRY ME.
DANTERING THE WORLD
TO HAVE MY LOVE TO MARRY ME
MIGHT I FIND LOVE AND MIGHT THEN SHOULD A WORLD
HAVE US SEE
WORSTEN NOT TO HAVE
MIGHT BRIGHT SKIES SHINE OUR WAY
UNEVENTFUL NIGHTS
THAT WE MIGHT LOVE THESE NIGHTS AWAY
OH YE GOD OF LOVE
MARRY ME.
LADA SPOKE TO THE GODS IN ONE VOICE
SO THAT THOSE WHO BELEIVED IN CHRIST SHALL HEAR
THAN THEY HAVE SPOKE THESE WORDS
THE CHURCH SHALL UNDERSTAND
IN THIS UNDERSTANDING
THEY SHALL MARRY THESE PEOPLE
WITHOUT HAVING THEM TO SUFFER LOSE
AND FOR THEM NOT TO BE HOMELESS
SO THAT THEY SHALL FIND WORK
AND THEY SHALL DRINK THE WATER
THAT THE CHURCH HAS BLESSED.
MIGHT THEY COUPLE TO PROCREATE
MIGHT THEY WISH TO BUILD A HOME
MIGHT THEIR FARMS BE PROSPEROUS
MIGHT THEIR INHABIT NEIGHBORS BE FRIENDLY KIND AND CARING
THAT THEY SHALL HAVE NONE BUT EACH
TO MAKE LOVE TO AND THAT MIGHT THEY REMARRY
IF THEY ARE PARTED.
A vile buccaneer called Darth Vadry
Needed wife back so they’d remarry--
Thief offered gold loot
A useless pursuit,
Dame rigged him …with Tom, Dick, and Harry!
4/15/2019
Tania Kitchin's Pirate Themed Limerick Contest
if in one endless moonless night
suddenly I might lose my sight
would you promise to stand by me
and continue to protect me tenderly
would you gingerly hold on to me
and still call me your sweet baby
should I ever abandon all my senses
suddenly make a mad run for the fences
would you gently cradle and rock me
and sing me a sweet soothing melody
should I ever succumb to melancholy
with somber whims and bouts of folly
would you still find it in you to cherish me
even remarry me wholeheartedly
should I lose all sign of memory
and forget everything you meant to me
my darling, I’ve never doubted deep in my heart
my love for you I’d never want to fall apart
we promised to stay by each other’s side forever
thru life’s hurdles we’ll ease on down the river
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A slight hint of consternation was in her voice,
“Why did you tell those people I’m deaf and dumb?”
“I never said you were deaf, my Dear.”
She laughed, but I felt like a bum.
Then, one evening, she asked, “Will you love me if I get chubby?”
I responded, “Of course I still love you.
It would take much more than pounds and cellulite
To make me fall out of love or be untrue.”
“Would you remarry if I die before you?” she asked.
I said, “No…probably not…I’ve been spoiled by you.”
“But you’ve been a great husband. I think you should.”
“Whatever happens, happens is the best I can do.”
“If you remarried, would you play golf with your new wife?
And would you let her use my clubs?” she demanded.
I calmly smiled and said, “Your clubs are safe.
You see, my Dear…she’s left handed.”
Atlast,he has married,
Am now less worried,
My son has brought a wife,
Whom together he will share a life,
But am confused,she is strange,
Hers are a wide cant do work range,
Help me please,this wife will kill me ooh.
She does not know how to cook,
She only prefers ready food on a hook,
Preparing food makes her dirty,
Her nails are painted in plenty,
She can not cut tomatoes,
Even picking,she prefers her toes,
Help me ooh,this wife will suffocate me.
House hold chores are a new thing,
She asks me to hire a new house girl,
She is too classy to do them,
Hers is online twitter chatting,
Truly am stuck,
I hear she is a slay queen,
Dear Lord,lessen my plight…
She cant cook with firewood,
She prefers gas cooker,
Smoke will choke her throat,
And make her voice coarse,
Today she almost killed me,
When i told her to dig,
What a hell,son please remarry.
Am tired,yes am tired,
Son,please look for a decent lady,
One with character and well behaved,
Look for a typical one,
Avoid twerky ones,lest we suffer,
Divorce her,lets have peace,
Dear son,make mum happy.
Poet Igweee
Invite to the wedding of Prince Harry!
The prospect could be a bit scary---
Give him a present?
No! Grant him a wish---
That neither he nor his bride remarry.
Your mate
It like losing
Your eye
The one you use
In Grief to cry
When you lose
Your mate
Well for me it
Was my husband
But yours could
Be your wife
When God choose
To take this
Life long person
From your life.
When you loose
Your mate
And then you think
Maybe I will start
To date
I have a hard time
Because I see my
Husband ways in
The men's eyes.
When you loose
Your mate
Maybe for you
Who lossed your
Wife too.
I can not say for you men
But I know some say
I don't want to start
All over again.
Cooking and cleaning
And chatting up a storm
For you in the past this
This was all the norm.
When you lose your mate
The rules all change
And it good all good
Life can be wonderful
It you decide to be single
Or remarry
God has your plan
With or not if you
Fall in love
With a new women
Or man
Atlast,he has married,
Am now less worried,
My son has brought a wife,
Whom together he will share a life,
But am confused,she is strange,
Hers are a wide cant do work range,
Help me please,this wife will kill me ooh.
She does not know how to cook,
She only prefers ready food on a hook,
Preparing food makes her dirty,
Her nails are painted in plenty,
She can not cut tomatoes,
Even picking,she prefers her toes,
Help me ooh,this wife will suffocate me.
House hold chores are a new thing,
She asks me to hire a new house girl,
She is too classy to do them,
Hers is online twitter chatting,
Truly am stuck,
I hear she is a slay queen,
Dear Lord,lessen my plight...
She cant cook with firewood,
She prefers gas cooker,
Smoke will choke her throat,
And make her voice coarse,
Today she almost killed me,
When i told her to dig,
What a hell,son please remarry.
Am tired,yes am tired,
Son,please look for a decent lady,
One with character and well behaved,
Look for a typical one,
Avoid twerky ones,lest we suffer,
Divorce her,lets have peace,
Dear son,make mum happy.
The music stepped aside,
as the words cut in to dance
Painting the floor red
in lettered steps of eternity
To a song now consonant
in verses of celebration
Thoughts and feelings remarry
—in patterns of remembrance
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
I'm going to tell you a story that is pretty scary.
And I'm sure it will convince you to never marry.
Because of my marriages, I'm no stranger to pain.
My wives were terrible and nearly drove me insane.
I haven't been married once or twice, I've been married three times.
After I pay them alimony, I don't have a dime.
My first wife kicked me in the crotch if I even looked at another girl.
My second wife spent everything on expensive jewelry, such as pearls.
When I married for the third time, I started getting sick.
I later learned that the shedevil was feeding me arsenic.
That arsenic was so bad that some times it made me puke all over the table.
People tell me to remarry but because of my financial troubles, I'm not able.
If you're a man, you'd better do some investigating before you take a wife.
And if she is anything like any of my ex-wives, you'd better run for your life.
I'm a young widowed man
And I ain't got no open plans
To remarry
Ahh! yes I am lonely, BUT I'm NOT ALONE
But God has me
God loves me
This handles the spiritual and natural
And yes, this flesh still desirers
Ahh! but the heart wants what the heart wants
If she's out there for me
God has her on His knee
Ahh! yes I am lonely, BUT I'm NOT ALONE
But God has me
God loves me
Ahh! but the heart wants what the heart wants
Now don't git me wrong I'm no Denzel or Shamar
Just trying to be one of God just man
I'm a young widowed man
And I ain't got no open plans
To remarry
Ahh! yes I am lonely, BUT I'm NOT ALONE
But God has me
God loves me
Ahh! but the heart wants what the heart wants
And it's okay for God knows the desire of our hearts
And if I do or don't, If someone wants me or won't
It'll be okay still shall be a victory till dead do us part
This handles the spiritual and natural
Ahh! but the heart wants what the heart wants
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
11/31/17
Alone, alone again
Looking for a Godly queen
Widowed, no I'm not conscience looking
But God is a all provider
And He knows what's inside me
In honor and it's glory
Only in Him are you allowed to remarry
For it's better to remarry, than to be alone and burn
This is an individual choice alone
Alone, alone again
Who and where is this a Godly queen
And is it meant to be
For even if this notion doesn't come to pass
I shall never be alone in Jesus Christ
09/18/17
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
My old playboy uncle named Terry
Was bent yet wanted to remarry ;
Until he got a lass
Who smooched without much class,
That his loose joints needed surgery.
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Runaway to our angels
Dearest Mama, I'm not going to lie to you.
My captors plan on killing me. Right now,
I am under the duress of blindfolds.
With paper and pen I find in this cell
between these four walls of hell, I write
my last words. I love you mama. Please Promise
me you will remarry again, and replant your garden.
Mama I kneel at the altar and write this
poem to you. I pray for us.
Love you always, PP
Rosey daughter so filled with laughter
under the guise of pain that turned to blood
now at the hour of her death, till we meet
again mama in the afterlife where angels
welcome us separately and take the thorns
away from the past and repose the blossom's
yellow bud to flower like it's never had before.
Paris Pachecho
connie pachecho
1/1/17
crowded places…
nameless faces
Families amble past…
I just try to walk fast
I bow my head so they can’t see…
my face makeup free
some are enthralled…
by this busy mall
but I keep walking…
and hope no one is talking
about a lady who shops by herself…
an old woman who belongs on a shelf
free of the fleeting fantasy…
that I will ever be more than a casualty
a woman whose husband died young…
and by his death she still feels stung
decades passed, I chose not to remarry…
life alone seems dreadfully scary
*Entry for Paula’s “Unease” contest
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