What's wrong?
The wife says: The same old thing.
The wife means: Nothing.
What's wrong?
The wife says: Nothing.
The wife means: Everything.
What's wrong?
The wife says: Nothing's at all wrong.
The wife means: It's just that you're a moron.
What's wrong?
The wife says: I don't want to talk about it really.
The wife means: I'm still building up steam.
You called your wife a ***** in front of your son.
That was something that you shouldn't have done.
I've seen your wife and she's pretty hot.
You should appreciate what you've got.
I can probably never get a lady like your wife.
You're extremely lucky to have her in your life.
Your wife is beautiful and you were damn lucky to get her.
You may wind up losing her if you don't treat her better.
(This is a true story.)
Peter Pan Envy
I envy Peter Pan
He never get’s old as a man
He can fly back and forth to never-never land
To his lost boys a merry band
If I had Tinkerbelle’s fairy dust and could fly
I would go up and up into the sky
I would fly up to my wife who’s in heaven
And take her back to nineteen fifty-seven
The fifties were a great time in life
It was when I met my future wife
What if pigs could really fly?
I’ll not get in to how or why
But if a pig could really fly
I’ll have a different life won’t I?
I will have a published book
Of poetry of notes I took
That will enhance my bank checkbook
When pigs can fly
I’ll drive a Bentley or a Rolls
I’ll have a buyer buy my clothes
My audio will be all Boise
When pigs can fly
My wife - you know – the pessimist
When I bring up my dreamer’s list
She’s the one that tells me this
“When pigs can fly”
But I know they have flown before
I’ve got a wife that I adore
She’s such a dream and so therefore
I know that pigs can fly
What if pigs could really fly?
Sometimes I wonder if some try
Fulfilling dreams for you and I
What if pigs can really fly?
Written by: M Dailey
For: Desiree Birdseye’s contest – What If
I woke up alone today
For the first time in twenty years;
My wife has gone away
Her pillow case still soaked in tears.
We had made it for many years
Through the tribulations and the trails;
How often is a good marriage
Brought to an end by the death of a child?
He died of a rare disease;
That was, of course, no one’s fault,
But how to cope with the loss of your son
Is something we’re not taught.
She couldn’t stay and look at me
Without painful memories;
So packing her things to leave
Seemed the only remedy.
I woke up alone today
For the first time in twenty years;
My wife has gone away
Her pillow case still soaked in tears.
A Second Chance
For so many years I had my wife
Now it’s sadness that fills my life
I miss that time we would caress
I miss the touch of tenderness
I talk to my wife every day
Love is one of the words I say
I loved to smell my wife’s hair
I wish I had a lock of it here
Your gone and out of sight
To heaven you will be my shining light
At the end of my life
I will again be with my wife
In heaven again my wife and me
A second chance it will be
Unfinished life
Joey was the girl that I married
For the years my name she carried
We made a family my wife and I
When she passed I did cry
What will be with the rest of my life
Someday again to be with my wife
I would like to say to my wife thank you
Also again to say I do
I wish she was here to see
What our grandchildren will grow to be
From a young girl to a woman to my wife
She’s gone and left an unfinished life
A good wife prays
For her hubby
Loves him always
Even on days
When he’s running
The streets and creeping
Down other
Women’s hallways.
A good wife goes
To the Father
About the things
That bothers her
Regarding her hubby.
A good wife continues
Her duties
No matter where
He should be
Or what he’s doing
She knows that he has
To answer to the heavenly
Majesty for whatever
Dastardly deed.
A good wife understands
That prayer is what
Her hubby needs
Even when she’s tired
And angry.
She loves him always
A good wife for her hubby
She prays.
Joey
For so many years she was my wife
Now she is just a memory in my life
Everyday that goes by
I find it hard to keep a dry eye
I was born to love my kids and my wife
Which I will for the rest of my life
I realize some of my poems are sad
Thats how it is losing someone you love so bad
All I have now are my memories of joy
Dreaming back to the days of my wife my daughters and my boy
Everyday is about the same for me
I eat I sulk I sit and watch TV
I have my first tattoo on my arm honoring my wife
With all the years she was in my life
I wear her name as proud as can be
Wishing she was still hear with me
My wife was my childrens mother
There will never be another
My love for my wife was my first my only and my past
As far as Im concerned she will be my last
I remember back to that first night when I drank some wine
Once we kissed I felt in my heart she would be mine
He stood upon the parapet
Tittering on the ledge
Giggling to himself
And shuffling closer to the edge
For seven storeys down below
His wife and lover stood
He knew what they were up to
And it surely wasn’t good
Chuckling to himself, and
Moving slowly to the verge
The anger burning deeply, and
It fired a deadly urge
Laughing like a loony
Leaping headlong from his roost
Madly flapping arms to give
His fall an added boost
“Your smiling now you rotten cow
You won’t find this so funny
I’d rather die than let you try
To get hold of my money”
Half way down toward the ground
His progress slowly halted
That crazy grin turned awful thin
He thought his plan was thwarted
His braces caught the flag pole
And it hindered his descent
He hovered for a moment
And then flying up he went
Bouncing up and bouncing down
Till finally it stopped
He smiled a rueful smile, and then
His trouser buttons popped
Continuing his journey
As he hurtled earthward bound
His wife and lover sidestepped
And he crashed into the ground
Laughing like a drain he seemed
To find it awfully funny
Though nearly dead he turned and said
“I really missed you honey”
I love my wife and she loves me
Our love is for eternity
We just like to sit and cuddle
And sometimes she likes to do a puzzle.
I love my wife with all my heart
I've loved her from the very start
Our two hearts they just entwine
Mine in hers and hers in mine.
I love it when she smiles at me
Her face lights up like a Christmas tree
Her eyes they sparkle they melt my heart
I love her more than bakewell tart.
I love my wife and her beauty
She's my little tooty fruity
I'll love my wife for ever more
She's the one that I adore.
MY WIFE
A *****
A witch
Necessary evil begin.
Needed her once,
Now yet to kill her
An unfortunate
sin.
Her womb
A vessel
I and she needs to fill.
Yet menopause insanity
My wife should her find a cure pill.
My wife …she’s over the hill
Again, want to kill
thou shalt
cant not fulfill.
From killing her, I should find a cure pill.
My wife
A good cleaner
Diner maker
Betty Crocker
Cake baker.
No compare
Brittany spears shaker
What a sexy shaker
But my wife
Hate her,
She’s moody
Unpredictable
A Dracula queen.
Cant stand her anger
Raging housewife mean
A mean machine
I cant stand her being.
Besides she no longer fit
Those tight
Blue jeans.
She lost her sheen
Gray skin
Unclean
A *****
A witch
yet to kill her
unfortunate
Sin.
My wife, never should have
Let it ever begin.
This was written for Halloween :P
A silent, roaming apparition
Was the wife of a physician
While away on a mission
He married a magician
Without permission
His volition
Sliced open
His wife's
Heart.
The wife never loved another man
Poor, broken-hearted Ruby Anne
She died one day in Cheyenne
Now, everyday, you can
See where it began
Ruby Bouman's
Spirit will
Never
Die.
Dawn D. Kilby
Copyright ©2008 Dawn D. Kilby