So many fine spouses cheat
Were they born with clay feet
Or does not marriage fit the back seat
It’s Jack Frost . . .
The land around is snow embossed.
For warmth, spouses
Cling to each other in closed houses.
3rd place
I nominate Micky & Minnie Mouses
The best to their spouses
The best in their houses
We live with our parents
About twenty years
Then
We meet a stranger
Fall in love
Get married
Raise children
Children leave home
But
Spouses
Live together
Forty years
Fifty years
Sixty years
Or more
Until death us
Do part
Let us
Love and honor
Our spouses
Alkaline
Ammonia
Toxin
Water
Ghosts do not always come from death,
walk this earth under their own breath,
on quiet edges, one can never know
when they will hide, when they will show.
Spectral spouses that forever flit
not quite an ex, but short of obit,
they never call, or visit made,
refuse to leave their fantasy shade,
no card for kids, even one present,
what about them do they so resent?
Even invisible, they cause much pain,
absent, but still tied with eerie chain,
How can one live with this sad force?
Perhaps it is time for that divorce.
I called to the four winds in my desperate hours.
Her songs came to me through the evening breeze,
it was songs sweet and hopeful.
I knew in the depths of my soul, love...
would climb the mountains standing afore us.
For we, humans, know the bitter taste of pain
and the sweet drink of hope.
We are... of the flesh and the spirit.
It is within us to soar with eagles,
and run among the creatures of the forest.
We are free, we are love, we are one.
We are the flowing river that quinces thirst.
Now, in even the coldest of nights,
a soft warmth blankets our hearts.
For it is with our very hearts that this world turns,
and the sun shines, and the moon glows.
It is our tale of a life lived well and complete.
For it is a tale of we.
I was so touched to see that my husband sent a beautiful poem to me in a My Space
message this evening. I was so happy that I decided to write him a little romantic poem
back. So I wanted to share them with everyone here who is nice enough to read the poetry
in my blogs. I feel so lucky to be so loved by him!
To Courtney From Malcolm
You are as precious a Lilly
And as beautiful as a Carnation
As sought after as a Rose
Am I worthy of you I suppose
Probably not that's why I wrote this prose
In honor of your greatness
To Malcolm from Courtney
Your heart is like a precious gem
I guard it with all of my being
For the love you give me is priceless
All of the wealth I possess comes from
Knowing that you are my one and only true love
When spouses or mates won't act right
There's no need to argue or fight
You'll miss us tremendously when you're sleeping alone at night
Then when you look in the mirror after turning on the light
And remembering all the times you said that you might
When the entire time the love in my heart was shining so bright
But when you finally realized it wasn't me
It was then when you opened your eyes and began to see
I also opened my eyes and set you free
Because we weren't meant to be
No longer to my heart do you have the master key
To late now to go down on one knee
I know some where there's better fish in the sea.
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