Short Ex Husband Poems
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Sadly, Ivana Trump died today,
Her ex-husband had this to say,
She was lovely and a good Mummy,
Then further on, he asked for money,
When will it be his time to pay
My father left me, my mother let her mother raise me, my brothers did not
appreciate me, me ex-husband took me for granted, my children broke me, my lover
betrayed me. Yet through and after it all my God made me.
Form:
her daintiness well hidden
Armora slid out of bed
fully sheathed in full armour
ready to fight anything that came along today
A handsomely muscled knave arrived with breakfast.
She let him live.
Her ex-husband popped in.
Where had he gotten a key?
She picked up her sword.
I had never seen snow skis before 1976
Did not know about the rich man’s sport
Every time I see a ski photo I remember those news articles
Claudinet Longet is accused of killing her lover
Spider Sabich is dead, murdered.
Her ex-husband Andy Williams stands by her
True love.
Her name was Duno. She was seventy, young-at-heart, and hilarious.
We were co-Sunday School teachers, and the best of pals. I was twenty-three.
Fast-hurting-cancer smacked her around unmercifully for ten horrible months.
Her-ex husband greeted us at her funeral; a man who had deserted her 50 years before.
Testosterone
his girl friend turned wife,
now he needs a new girl friend
to get entertained.
husband when divorced
turned lover for rest of life
being ex husband.
03/31/23
Bite Size Contest no. 61
by Line Gauthier
Life is simply complex
Ask anyone with an ex
Ask an ex-husband
Ask an ex-wife
Ask an ex-millionaire
~ Just how easy is life?
Ask an ex-con
Ask an ex-cop
Ask an ex-champion
~ How was your fall from the top?
How then to navigate life
Her myriad twists and turns?
Fools rush in with
Give 'this' a try...
Wiser heads prevail
~ Live and let die
He swivels his hips and the felines come running
I am not one of them, I am balcony sunning.
I watch them howl at his gyrations and grinds.
He is such a tease; and he attracts all kinds.
Since he started to dress up like his hero Elvis
He has more action than a street walker’s pelvis.
I roll my eyes, glad I threw him away when I did.
He is my ex-husband, who doesn’t even support our kid.
“Abe, easy Dee, effigy, eight chives, Jake, ale, Em,
any hope, peak you, arrest a ewe, feed other ewe”
ex-wife said
she certainly SPELT it out!
he then went on to reCOUNT
“When, too, furry forks, fave socks sieving, eat known tin”
and there was something oddly familiar about it all
when ex-husband and ex-wife spoke their nonsense
In Islam
Divorce is the worst thing
Amongst the halal things.
God has made the custom
Of hilla marriage
With a view to
Discourage divorce.
In my view
If a man divorces his wife
Then wants to marry her again
He should marry another woman
Followed by a divorce
To marry his ex-wife
On the other hand
If a woman divorces her husband
Then wants to marry him again
She should marry another guy
Followed by a divorce
To marry her ex-husband
Crazy woman in the bookstore
Won’t leave me alone
Asks me non-stop questions
Why won’t she go home?
Tells me her ex-husband says she’s fat
Then proceeds to ask me the same
She is overweight
But my approach is tame
I try to be nice
And tell her what she wants to hear
At the same time I try to blow her off
But to her this isn’t clear
So she keeps at me
Just won’t leave me alone
I try to look as busy as possible
Why won’t she go home?
Form:
An amendment
A soldier reclines
on a bed of mines,
Unmarked
Apart from a bindi.
A little girl stares
Through glazed, lifeless eyes,
Her clothes bloodied.
Her childhood discarded.
A woman distressed,
Weeps over her husband.
Her ex-husband.
Severely bludgeoned.
A lad lies lifeless
In Srebenica.
His head has exploded.
A pizza?
Girl, woman, man, lad
All victims of killing.
War? Rape? Murder? Arrest?
Resisting?
Never.
Thou shalt not kill.
An amendment
A soldier reclines
on a bed of mines,
Unmarked
Apart from a bindi.
A little girl stares
Through glazed, lifeless eyes,
Her clothes bloodied.
Her childhood discarded.
A woman distressed,
Weeps over her husband.
Her ex-husband.
Severely bludgeoned.
A lad lies lifeless
In Srebenica.
His head has exploded.
A pizza?
Girl, woman, man, lad
All victims of killing.
War? Rape? Murder? Arrest?
Resisting?
Never.
Thou shalt not kill.