Wife Verse Poems

Live in the end

In the End. At the last moment. Zero. No more time
No time. It’s finished, past my life. Death is knocking
Death is saying,...

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After my traumatic brain injury witnessing a murder I didn’t think the world could even get any worse my children and I survived 4 major...

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The abusive stepfather bullies 
his family gathers corruption 
political leaders to honor his 
behavior payoffs bribes paid for 
with a traumatic brain injury 
claim from...

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The widow's eyelids of the house gradually close,
Over the empty rooms, where love once wove the velvet of longing.
My wife has dissolved into the echo...

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An actor I knew

I saw him sitting alone in the dining room 
of a small hotel, drinking brandy with coke
his handsome face was bloated, and he...

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Sometimes, better to dig it up
Right from the root
And expose it to daylight
Cos' it's not good for a man to sleep all day
And not wake...

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In a world where whispers were the currency 
of women,  a letter dared to roar.
Tagore, the weaver of unseen truths, 
unfurled a tale with...

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CURTAINS

Setting:  A couple in their bedroom.

Characters:
Wife:  Innocent and simpering. Dressed to kill.
Husband: Severe. Soberly dressed.

Dialogue:

Husband:	What is that you are wearing my dear?
		It looks...

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I suppose the blows from 
your dark fist gets softer 
with time spent running 
for my life I mean your 
face seems to fade a...

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it's quite good actually
Jericho likes it - 
but i'm struggling not to giggle
as i lie on the bed in the middle
of the night

my wife is...

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For once this is not fiction

Can you change the past?
I yearn to,
But on condition I carry with me
All that I have learned.
But you cannot change...

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Lovely enchantress of cyberspace

Betwixt and between us
lies an immense untraversable realm
of never knowable forbidding possibilities
quixotic, rhapsodic, sympathetic, telepathic...,
where tantalizing, scandalizing, and revolting, 
nevertheless promising fantasies...

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When I sit alone with my memories
My mind drifts back to the early 60s
When folk music was all the rage
The New Christy Minstrels, Peter Paul...

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A Friday in October

This morning was green and mild, with 
no sand, in my eyes, wind from Morocco blew
Once, I was in Casablanca, I bought a...

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Setting: A couple standing in front of a Grandfather clock in the passage.
Characters:
Wife (W): Dishevelled and dressed in pyjamas and slippers.
Husband (H): A party animal...

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