Where are you?
Memories are not you
But you are my memory
Now, you are not with me
But you are there in my memory.
You are not living in this world
But you are living in me.
I remembers you;
Through your advices
You itself is an advice
You scold when I was wrong
You stand with me when I was right.
You talk to me as a friend
You care me as a mother
But, now where are you.?
You are in me..
The night sky
And the darkness it brings
The black scary bird
With the blues it sings
The fear made us still
Our hearts beating loud
It is me and you and us
And the air going doud.
Sitting under the moon
The silence cloaked us hard
Can a moment be this nocuous
Or it's the dumbness of this bard
Stuck in this void
So vexed , being daunt
It's just me and you and us
The puppets of this haunt.
It's long , it's eternal
This night won't end
It's just me and you and us
With no other friend
It's just me and you and us
With no one else to shend
Don't scold me, or else
I 'll close my eyes
Bury my face
Or else
Turn my back
Bang the door
Or else
Kick my legs
Clench my fists
Challenge back
Or else
Glare my eyes
Pout my mouth
Show a sour face
Or else
One, two, three
Flee for life
" Husbands are in heaven whose wives scold not"
His Heavenly garden
Seemed a loss –without someone to share--
The birdsong missing was, he thought, the
Lack of nagging in his ear.
There once was a husband named Craig
Whose wife made a breakfast of eggs,
He complained they were runny
And a waste of his money
And now his tail sits between his legs.
There once was a hubby named Clyde
Who had a young girl on the side
Wifey came from work early,
Saw Clyde with his girlie,
Now he lives in a doghouse outside.
There once was a man named Jasper
Whose marriage was filled with laughter
There was equal respect
Not a trace of neglect
And they both lived happily after.
All night I dream of life without wife,
Peaceful and heavenly, without any strife .
No scolding, no nagging,
Like ‘sake’ I’m having.
Alas! Its morning and gone my life.
Dt. 23/02/14
Scold me not, oh LIFE,
For
Failing so many of my promises
To keep
Before pondering upon your inability
To
Honor your very own!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
20 FEBRUARY 2014
I am indeed a fortunate man
My dear wife is not inclined to scold
For if she was my life would be hell
My heart would be all shriveled and cold
Within my home a true peace abounds
It is my little slice of heaven
Many say I am a lucky man
In fact my new nick name is seven
Sure there are times I do stuff wrong
After all she didn't marry a saint
Still my woman holds onto her tongue
If she nagged me, I think I would faint
She says to nag would serve no purpose
Men don't listen so why should she try
Instead she will walk away from me
So then I am left to wonder why
I can't read her mind, still I make a guess
I desire to remain in my bliss
So now I am an intuitive man
She rewards me with more than a kiss
For Dr. Rams Contest
"Husbands are in heaven whose wives scold not."
There once was a wife who scolded
All her notes to her hubby were bolded
He weathered her nagginess
Owned his inner fagginess
Worked out fine. Is that too cold, Ed?
‘t was on a rainy day in Camelot
A knight saw a maid he liked a lot
Before he paid heed
He remembered, indeed
Husbands are in heaven whose wives scold not
The maid, it seemed, had almost forgot
The words of her mother, whose name was Dot
For marital bliss
Remember just this
Husbands are in heaven whose wives scold not
The knight with the maid was quite besot
And after a time they tied the knot
She never did scold
He did not grow old
Husbands are in heaven whose wives scold not
The end of this tale may surprise a lot
Because heaven is not the place he got
Words one day you may recall
Some, but certainly not all
Husbands are in heaven whose wives scold not
Days we had as one even though I scold
you smiled even through those days
now your father called you to hold
tears flow as my days to scold ends
2-1-14
For Dr Rams contest
Written by M.B.
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