With years gone by unwedded
One's heart is ever indebted
All moments in time regretted
With no child ever begotten
One's soul is left soiled and rotten
All hope is ever forgotten
Categories:
unwedded, heartbreak, loss,
Form: Rhyme
Caught within a dying art form
a lyricist passed by
(saying)
“Music is my lord and master
it makes the phrases fly”
Writing lines of words unwedded
the ink once dry is set
Time and memory freed in song
—the poet to forget
(Villanova University: June, 2023)
Categories:
unwedded, song,
Form: Rhyme
Some see serenity in parity
Some seem open to disparity
An institution as old as the hills
Marriage is marked with unclarity
Some people unable to think straight
Champ at the bit, they just can’t wait
To make the mistake that seals their fate
Only to wake up when it’s too late
Worse-befallen are the ones who see
Right through their mate’s real he or she
And nevertheless, opt to go ahead
Further on folly upping the ante
“When we got married, things went worse”,
Say most people after they divorce
Success so scarce some call marriage
A miscarriage and a failed discourse
The ups and downs of married life
The rifts and shifts being so rife
Monologue the vogue, madness galore
Better no longer remain man and wife
Better unmarried and live on single
Than with the wrong type marry and mingle
If you are happy with unwedded life
Forget marriage. Resist the tingle!
Should you get married and then divorce
Beware not to sink yourself in remorse
It won’t be easy, but do cheer up
For a better life, you must change the course
Categories:
unwedded, divorce, wedding,
Form: Rhyme
Alone, my senses weighed views
In stillness of new day
I paused to listen
To uncover raw gold
Given by morning light.
Mixed emotions surged
Through tunnels of my being
I look deep within
Then found serenity
The good outweighed grey days.
In silence I heard,
"You'd rather live alone?
Unwedded; without...?"
I smiled. Replied to light,
Oh, the good outweighs gray.
In rest, we caress
We're shield while twilight beams
Beyond peaks and dips -
We're three reeds, together
Mostly from week to week.
Alone with my senses
I look through mirrored times
To liberation
It chases pseudo fears
While voice as gem I hear.
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Categories:
unwedded,
Form: I do not know?