Short To My Husband Poems
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Life seems to be a little tacky
It makes me feel I'm going Whacky,
I mentioned this to my husband, John
Who said, "you are not going. You've gone!"
Many moons ago we danced
And danced on the many stars that shone that night
In the enchanted wonderland we created
Whimsical fantasies carry us away
Onto a magic carpet built for two
Kisses long and sweet
A Valentine's Day promise
Of much more to come --
Words of love written in rhyme
Dinner will be late tonight.
Dedicated to my husband.
2/6/12 For Andrea's Tanka My Valentine Contest
chill days slowly danced
winter's hues changed tree's leaves shed
gift to my husband
and I on Christmas we wed
welcoming new beginnings
12/14/2022
A December Memento Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
Got this impulse to write a little verse
To wish the Poetry Soup moms
Happy Mothers Day from this nurse.
It really is sincere though I must confess
A nurse I`m not, but a nurse maid I am
To my husband and family... I guess.
I looked up from my dainty teacup with pink roses and gold trim
I think it was Cuba Gooding; I am pretty sure it was him.
Hey! I said to my husband, who was devouring his fish.
Is that who I think it is? He looked and said “you wish”.
days slowly dance into chill perfection
gift to my husband and i affection
as trees of winter leaves shed
on Christmas day we first wed
to love and trace each other's direction
12/14/2022
NOT A FUNNY LIMERICK JUST USED THE FORM
Back and forth all day long
little lovers texts or calls
one more day to be alone
then date nights and love at home
I hope it is like last weekend on and on
no internet or ringing phone
Just making love to my husband
from dusk till dawn
I
hold your
beating heart
in my naked
palms. Your eyes reveal
the love you can’t express—
A tenderness, well disguised
by strong broad shoulders and male pride.
Yet I know the heart that beats inside.
It is a Valentine that melds with mine.
*Dedicated to my husband Michael
Happy Valentine's Day to everyone here.
Hooray! The Reader’s Digest arrived today!
I tear the cellophane open, eager to begin my big read.
There are mites on every page.
Troops of mites in a line, marching along.
Where are the words?
I show the book to my husband.
Those are the words, he says.
Now I am irritated that I argued we did not need to order the Big Print
I am my red rough swollen hands
I drink
I apply
Drops to the eye
But my hands
They tell on me
Dry as my mouth
Tired
I should call my mom
Dad
I should make love to my husband
I should take an interest
In my interesting children
I should pet my dog
But my red rough swollen hands
Just reach
By Janetta's Daughter, Kim.
I am a cartoonist, this part of my life adds play to my day.
I paint these cartoons; painting delights me and relaxes me.
My poetry is goal-oriented, I have set a goal I force myself to meet.
I enjoy throwing words onto pages.
According to my husband, my writing is my best talent.
But cartooning and painting brings me the most joy.
You must remember Rocko’s wife I say to my husband.
Not really, my husband replies, maybe I never met her.
She had a hawk-like nose, I say. Real Beak-y.
And a collie dog face.
He gives me a look.
Her hips were enormous; they moved funny.
He gives me a sharper look. I feel judged.
She was a pretty girl, I say.
He is wisely silent.
My salt and pepper shakers were risqué
Shaking their booties night and day
I told my husband to put them away
It was his mother who thought they were gay
I brought my boss home for dinner last Tuesday
Those nasty shakers were dirty dancing away
I said to my husband please take them to Kay
That is his mother, who thought they were gay.
I said to my husband, “I couldn’t stay up
To watch for the tennis match end.
In the old days, I’d never have fallen asleep –
On that you could surely depend.”
My spouse came right back with this perfect retort:
“There is so much that age won’t allow,
But you should be aware, if you aren’t, that, duh,
You are living the old days right now!”
Hate motivates you
You know no other way
Twisted manipulation
Always looking for an angle
Rage stimulated by darkness
Your need for vengence
Takes precedence
Over your love for me
Living to destroy
At any price
Destruction drives you
Breathing life
Into your black soul
Giving you the energy
To wreck havoc
On anyone who crosses your path
One
plus one
makes two, but
two is nothing
without commitment.
Through glad times and through tears,
we’ve lasted forty-plus years.
On and on we go, for with you
I belong; together we are strong!
March 18, 2018
Dedicated to my husband Joel, who like wine, got better with time.
Entered for Silent One's 'Together we are strong' Poetry Contest
If you clicked on this poem
And expected to see
A paean devoted to passion,
You can stop reading now
‘Cause that’s not what this is –
I can’t even say “after a fashion.”
It’s instead a complaint
To my husband the chef,
‘Cause he constantly peppers the food.
Though I’m grateful he cooks
My poor lips pay the price
For they burn hours after I’ve chewed!
My son got a gift from his buddy,
A book which is sure to get raves.
He was thrilled ‘cause he knew
That the lead of U2
Was the author and one of his faves.
But the best part was quite unexpected –
An autograph written inside,
With no question in mind
Of the fact it was signed
By the writer – it was Bono-fide!
*thanks to my husband for the punchline
I would never dye my hair that color I thought
But then I did.
So scratch that one.
I would never raise my kids like that I thought
But then I did.
So I kept my opinions to myself.
I would never talk to my husband like that I thought.
And now I am.
And it makes me feel weird.
I think it is weird that….
All of these “nevers” have turned into “I do’s.
I would never dye my hair that color I thought
But then I did.
So scratch that one.
I would never raise my kids like that I thought
But then I did.
So I kept my opinions to myself.
I would never talk to my husband like that I thought.
And now I am.
And it makes me feel flexible.
I think it is weird that….
All of these “nevers” have turned into “I do’s.
"Call me if you need me;"
To my husband, this I said.
So he replied, "I need you like
A (pause) hole in my head!"
In Yiddish, this expression
Translates to a "lokh in kop,"
A phrase I heard a million times
When I was growing up.
Though what we call "4-letter words"
Were naturally forbiddish,
You always could put someone down
With insults gleaned from Yiddish.
Perfected ties turn into romantic Springtime's heavenly bliss
Our love blossoms's into a sweet abyss of passion that ignites the fire of your
soul
Who can understand this phenonmenon?
Thrusting waves hit the shores into the ecstasy of your desire
Binding ties unite us
Fruitful wombs are ties that bind
One family forever cemented in the beautiful Garden of matrimony
I look at the dog who has lost control
She won’t wear doggie diapers to save her soul
I said to my husband we have to put her down.
A more empathetic dog man cannot be found
What if it were you? He asks me, would we kill you?
I know we would not, and at this point it makes me blue.
Because my back is aching so much, I want to die too.
But dare I say this to my handsome prince true?
I CAN ONLY LIE TO PROTECT MY SELF.
I CAN ONLY LIE TO PROTECT MY WEALTH.
I CAN ONLY LIE WHEN I CHEAT ON A MAN
I CAN ONLY LIE WHEN I STOLE AND RAN.
I CAN ONLY LIE ABOUT SANTA AND THE EASTER BUNNY
I CAN ONLY LIE WHEN I WANT TO BE FUNNY.
I CAN ONLY LYE IN BED WITH YOU
I CAN ONLY LYE WITH MY BEST FRIEND SHE IS MY BOO.
HOW CAN I LIE TO MY HUSBAND AND TELL HIM I'M IN LOVE WITH HER NOT YOU!
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