A darling, a sweetheart
We agree to disagree and become carefree
Cupid's dart!
In sorrows, joys
We share all, over a coffee
Our poise!!
Tranquil
Life glows in glee
Fill!!!
A darling, a sweetheart
We share all, over a coffee
Fill!!!
My family, not grand but warm and bright,
Bathed in faith, trust, love and long lasting light
With my spouse the linchpin, the centre stage,
A shining grand-daughter, eight years of age,
The apple of eye of the family,
A daughter-in-law, teaching happily,
Elder son dipped in programming passion,
A young one, with management attraction,
With all under my soft supervision,
Making four walls a home free from tension.
parents
expect nothing
shower love beyond words
provide, protect, propel children
givers
siblings
fight, love, share, care
help overcome struggles
squabble for parents' attention
keepers
helpmeet
stays by your side
without whom life's lacking
heart's most compatible darling
twin flame
children
light of your life
perfectly imperfect
cute, their charm melts your defenses
God's gifts
A shadow veils the daylight
Where sorrow sees swollen eyes,
Dripping tears obscure the view
As silent promise she keeps,
After demise of her spouse,
To share a sunken spirit-
But at night, joy incarnate.
I need a good wife,
Who's ready to be my spouse.
I'll give you my life,
And you will reign in my house.
Take me as in-law,
Parents who raised a beauty.
I come with no flaw—
Her care will be my duty.
Whether tall or short,
I care not, so long there's love.
Care her strong forte,
Her true self clear, not in glove.
Time in endless dash,
So age pleads on my behalf.
Let your true love splash
Into my heart, make me laugh.
In my weary old mind,
in a very old house.
What will I see or find?
Running around a mouse,
ghosts of the past and spouse.
Cobwebs blow in the wind.
Love is not a siphon, not the slow hiss
of your breath leaving your body
to fill another’s hollow chest.
It is not the night you stay awake
listening for the sound of breaking—
the cup, the heart, the spirit.
You were born with your own fire,
your own name in the dark.
No vow ever meant surrender of the soul.
When they call their rage a sickness,
you may understand, but you must not drown.
Love does not bruise, or barter, or beg.
It does not take what cannot be given.
Pain is not proof of devotion—
you are not their cure, nor their mirror.
Step back into the light.
Your being whole is not self betrayal.
When the silver moon tangoes out, with a lyrical hum,
And my heart beats like the gentlest drum.
Then, does my warm breathing hearspeed,
Oh, it is then, you, just you, I so lovingly need!
Come here, oh so close, bright, sweetheart of mine,
Crystal Anniversary glasses of chilled, Chardonnay wine.
It is then..that with moonlit tears do I awaken,
The sad realization, by God, was ‘twas years ago you were taken!
true love
isn`t just kisses
but caring when one is ill
resting by the bedside at night
that makes a real spouse.
The sunset knows the tears I hide
It paints the pain I hold inside
Clouds wander through the evening sky
Wondering where have you gone and why
To Breeze I speak in hushed replies
Beyond the seas and foreign trees
they live alone to earn some bread
And whisper dreams to the Moon instead.
Although retired and glad to be "job free"
I've still places to go, things to do, people to see...
When I get back home the first 'Order of Biz'
Is seek out where Sweetie Lady is
I start my search through 1st floor rooms
Kitchen; computer niche; both bedrooms
If searching fails to show where she went
I go down to check our cold basement
She doesn't go up to the model airplane attic
So all that points to my one remaining tactic
Explore the 'Wilderness': to wit:
The lot on which our house doth sit
Although the view across the yard would seem to be quite clear
She has amazing ability in it to disappear
So then I have to raise my voice
Like a pet owner, but I have no choice
I plead "Please call to me, my Sweetie Dear!
I cannot tell if you are here!"
She emerges from some bush, with pruner
How can I not have seen her sooner?
No matter, now that she's in sight
I only want to hug her tight!
Love of my Life: searching I DON't dread
Is when I search for you at night
Close by me...in our bed!
Example Among Many
Standing before a distraught spouse
It was about half past noon
Hearing heated words of strife
“I’m leaving you and very soon”
“Those sacred vows; I meant for life
But you broke that precious trust
I have been your faithful spouse
Never have I felt such disgust”
A week later at about noon
An emergency call came
One was dead in their bedroom
Soon the police knew who to blame
Quickly brought in shackles to court
Was found guilty by twelve peers
Beyond reasonable doubt
No one was elated, none cheered
“Your malicious actions are rife
Life without parole you’ll pay
For the murder of your spouse”
All there heard the trial judge say
Sitting in jail with time to think
Tears running down a worn face
A sad heart began to sink
Had lost more than one could replace
How many times must it happen
Over and over again
Atrocious deeds of passion
Causing much heartache and pain
Could this be a primeval curse
Consequence of Eden’s fall
Lingers to spoil human worth
Tainted history since mankind’s birth
My uncle’s name is Keats.
He eats all kinds of sweets.
This habit, his caring wife hates
Saying that his sugar levels it dilates.
One day one of his friends visits his house,
Hands over a box of sweets to his spouse.
To have one from it he tries,
This, his wife strongly denies.
Secretly he looks for them like a mouse.
He opens the lid of every container.
Oh, he is such a perfect entertainer.
She tries to hide sweets from his sight.
And thinks what she does is quite right.
You date your spouse
With just a simple dinner
It will do enough.
It's heartrending to lose a spouse
A very special woman who shares the house
With your body, your heart and your soul
It's very hard to feel losing your whole
Your being, everything you have
It's utterly sad and strange to feel that five
Of your best fingers are cut and numb
It's inconceivable to feel lost and dumb
For quite a while. Losing a darling spouse
Is like being swamped in a toxic niche
Full of bees and ants. A greedy leech
Has sucked up your blood and your mind
And your brain is not feeling too kind
It's painful to lose a wonderful spouse
Your world has turned upside down
You cannot smile. You cannot frown
Everything is different, even your house
Tears are flowing like a river in the summer
You feel hopeless and helpless. And it's somber.
Copyright © February 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
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