Line of inquiry:
The dream seems real since we don a form,
borrowed from elements of that domain,
but if we simply chose not to conform,
we wake up when desires to rest are lain.
Unseeking Seeker
Caught in your white web of lies like black flies
Each dream a bubble bursting destroying lives
He said “I do” to more than one blushing bride
In more than one state or country claiming wives
Was watching TV when the glass ceiling broke
Illusion of solidity was a phantom a green ghost
Pictures of the women the children they tote
Your house of cards falling down a jaded joke
Fool me once silver shame on you
You made many fools saying “I do”
The ‘Founding Fathers’ surely were wise
Washington, Jefferson, Madison and all those guys
Yet how about crediting their wives once in a while
for testing their husbands’ mettle and sharpening their wiles
He is a good man with morals
He takes good care of his wives
He boasts about his wives a lot
Especially people's wives.
Our husband doesn't cheat says the wives
He's a responsible man with morals
Just but ten he married us
He promised not to marry again.
Our husband doesn't sleep at home
He said we scream a lot
He needs concentration for his work
So he sleeps in hotels of his choice.
What a wonderful man God gave us
He has seven secretaries for himself
Each tends to him when needed he said
Though we don't know what our husband does for a living. But we do know he works at night and doesn't sleep at home.
Mrs. C and Mrs. H. had a little competition
They did not call it that, but their husbands knew.
It was a baking challenge, not featured on TV.
and their men benefited big time from it.
Mrs. C. held a coffee at her house on Tuesdays.
She served scrumptious desserts with whipped cream.
One time there was a pastry with oozing blueberries.
Today her concoction was stacked high with pancakes.
Mrs. H. would ooh and ahh and comment, but secretly seethe.
Her coffees were on Thursdays, and it was difficult to top Mrs. C’s pastries.
The husbands begged to come along, knowing what treat was in store.
On Thursday Mrs. H. served a quintessential peach cobbler.
They have done it again! The men retired to their couches for naps.
The women congratulated each other.
That is two days a week we can do what we want, they agreed.
Loving that they had put their husbands into a diabetic trance of sorts.
When we don't say anything
and everythings alright
I look to my lover
and will gladly take
her hand
I come out on the lovers
sides meaningful
equation: furthermore
maybe in a little while
I don't remember
exactly when when
But I know how
you got a second
a moment to spare
might I say I love you
and tell you I care
Unsure of what to say
didn't know what to do
mooping around
I thought we were through
But ah kiss from your lips
a smile as an expression
a change to normalesy
a move in the right direction
now I know the words
put'em al together
changing out yesterday
focus on tommorrow
what else can I say
no myths of sorrow
jst lover doing what lovers do
aint no lack f confience
it's me and you
The thought of their men
Love or hate pretend
Something wives don’t appreciate
A moment of now and then
Rochdale men question their own wives in no trust
Wives respond with “Do you love me and that is a must”
A talk with many unanswered questions
No concrete suggestions
Sometimes love visits and abruptly departs
Rochdale men and wives feel a sudden deceive
No more to give
Forming cheat
Defeat on top of defeat
No give in
Hearts blocked
Kisses locked
Rochdale wives uncertain
Men behind the closed curtain
Nothing is really certain
Love on hold
This is what Rochdale wives have told
Pause for now
Rochdale wives to where?
Not a care with nothing to share.
A wife drops a sock on the floor, she bends down to pick it up and sees another sock under the bed and crawls under to retrieve it. She notices some dust has accumulated so she goes and gets the vacuum and broom to clean it up. While she has those out, she cleans the rest of the floors. A husband sees a sock on the floor and kicks it under the bed.
Men are still alive
because they moves the big stuff
and change flat tires
Today is a time that is like no other,
For the virtuous wife and bless’ed mother,
While her husband works the ground to yield,
She works beside him in the field.
She is his help, his right hand man,
The world on his shoulders,
she is his stand.
Baring his seed, expands his name,
defends his honor against all shame.
She mends what’s broken in the home,
Holds down the fort when he is gone.
Guards house and home both night and day,
never once relent to pray.
Accountant, cook, and housekeeper,
Duster, polisher, and home sweeper.
Scold the naughty, spank the mischievous,
Discern the truth teller from the devious.
Teaching her daughters to make them wives,
Her sons to live godly lives.
She hires the help, gives helping hand,
Handy lady to the handyman.
She’s the only one who goes, without a pay,
Though she’s rewarded every day.
She then adorns herself, for her handsome King,
To reward him warmth within her wings.
To whisper strength within his ear,
that if not for him, her heart would fear.
The wife and mother today, is as soft as strong,
She is everything right amidst all wrong.
Accepting to marry
Beautiful , kindly and gentle woman ,
It is the choice of millions of men.
Dearly, few men will oppose the above News.
Know yourself and continue to love him
Without hesitation because God sent him to you.
Good man is not after woman's wealth;
Love and behaviour count the most.
Receive my best advice with two hands.
February 27/203
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris
Those who others wives eye
Aren't ready to say 'why'?:
When they do,package 'lie'
They give colourful dress
And remember to press:
"Has got nose of Grandma,
Who loved to read prima!"
They soonest away fly,
Who would others'wives eye:
No other option try,
If it'd end up in a mess,
Down drag him more or less;
Herman out for long stress...
A full stop not comma
To acts flawed by karma.
More pans to wash …
More pans to wash!!!
They come umpteen times a day.
My hands are chapped,
My back is crook’d
I wish they’d go away.
But when they’re dry and shiny, sitting neatly on their shelves
My thoughts can turn to what comes next -
Some tasty treat, no longer vexed
I now ‘create; and undertake
Pie, bun, roast a glorious cake?
Foods to soothe the ravening beasts
My pans cook up some wondrous feasts.
Leopard Kitty had the pool to herself.
She sat on the edge, on the cat-loving shelf.
Others saw her there, and tiptoed quickly away.
She looked to be in a vile ugly mood this fine day.
Oh, let’s go on down, Tiger King Meow said.
He was in the mood to swim, in trunks of swim red.
Tigress Cat was unsure, so she feigned a head ache.
She had seen Leopard Kitty’s other side, for goodness sake!
Tiger King Meow and Leopard Kitty got along well.
They swam laps, danced a watusi and told others to go to…..
Made it a daily thing, this little te’te’te of two.
What was the Tigress Cat to do?
She finally joined them, and realized Leopard Kitty was not bad.
She had listened to silly rumors from her mom and granddad.
They were all fast friends now, and there were kittens galore.
They watched each other’s kits while Tiger King shopped at the store.
He brought home the bacon, the salmon and the kibble.
Kept women, which gave the neighbors something to nibble.
But neither cared, for they were living the life they wanted now.
Both dancing the watusi with their husband, Tiger King Meow.
waiters and presidents
bartenders and poetry-wives
this pitiful boring life
was self-appointed without
the gavel's gravel of
broken words
the water's fire dozes
off to become forgotten dust
of aurora borealis' gaze
the payment of perforated lies
cuts deeper than the blade's
edge of forty days and nights
as my poems begin to really hurt
i feel so bare so hard to cry
having known that unknowing is
like hating but loving my ex-wives
(who i fought for love before)
so waiters and presidents
bartenders and poetry-wives
this pitiful boring life
was self-appointed without
the gavel's gravel of
broken words
:: 01.10.2022 ::
When a bald eagle is soaring high above the canyon rim
Those old wives tales will make their rounds like homemade hooch
Mountain folks saying our union is strong and watching over us
written September 26, 2021
I wake up with her,
check myself,
eyes creaking like blind stars.
She’s strange, she’s yesterday,
I remember us the week before;
wonder if tomorrow
will fade us both out completely.
We don’t get to know them -
the wives I mean.
Living together we grow
too myopically tangled, and the vows,
the wild love with a facsimilia of what
we thought they were,
the sharing of a frowsy bed,
a grody toilet,
the live-in tales of indifferent playwrights.
We forget to know them
and forget that we never really did.
An ex-wife chides me in my sleep now,
but occasionally I dream of erotic sex with her.
If she had not assumed that she knew me well,
we might be still turning around a togetherness
like hands on a clock, instead of just
doing this body-mike thing to each other.
I am up making coffee.
She comes into the kitchen
deliberately brushing her hip
against mine…nothing strange about that,
but I do wonder if sometimes
she thinks I am someone else.
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