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i took a trip to paradise and as  i walked along
i heard a little  bluebird sing a lovely song
a lovely melody as gentle as can  be  
singing loud and clear singing it to me

walked a little further there up in a tree
i saw a squirrel playing as happy as can be
jumping branch to branch with his bushy tale
high up in the air he would gently sail

such a lovely day i had in paradise
everything so beautful and very very nice
i wont forget  my day and everything i saw
return again to paradise to see it all once more
That was my husband,
He rarely said "I love you,"
But his actions showed what I meant to him.
He was always by my side,
Kind, gentle and reassuring,
Be it a visit to a doctor,
A family feud,
Or hassle with my in-laws.
Though he was not for candlelight dinner,
He took me frequently to dinner, picnic and movies,
But to the ones I enjoyed.
He did all the DIY work around the house,
Before I knew something needed to be repaired it was already done.
After early morning and evening prayers I enjoy reciting Quran, duas and talking to Allah,
So he would help me with sending the children to school,
And bed at night,
Though he never helped with cooking or housework,
He lived for his family,
And when he died,
For me it was as if my computer had crashed and I had to start all over again.
I never knew the house needed so much repair,
Nor so many bills needed to be settled,
Or where to shop for groceries.
19/12/2021
I love you.
I really do.
Honestly and cross my heart.
You’re my sweetie sugar Baby.
And I’m thrilled to be with you.
I don’t care about your money,
I’m just glad you have a lot.
It means we can do special things
And eat in fancy places
And you will know much I love you.
It means that we can travel
To exotic destinations
And I can show you how
I never notice other young men,
And how faithful I will always be.

I love you so much, Pookie Pie,
I really, really, truly do.
You mean everything to me
I don’t care about your mansion
It’s just a place to hang the
Couture clothing that you’ll buy me.
I won’t even see the maid
And the Gorgeous Spanish pool boy.
My eyes will only be on you
Especially as you buy the jewels
I didn’t have to ask for.
I hear the rumors and the whispers
About why we are together;
But I say poo-poo to them
You’re my sugar boo-boo-baby.
As long as you are happy spending,
You will know that I love you.
               ljm
A gold Digger is a special kind of Huckster - She is selling herself in the most persuasive (and expensive) way.
This is part of BLT's Merriam Webster Word of the Day challenge.
 Dec 2021 The X-Rhymes
David R
i lay on the tiles
dust around me
cried like a child
thrown in the sea
waves rise up
higher and higher
a babe's plastic cup
melting in fire
none to reach out to
i slipped and i fell
slid down the avenue
of seven gates of hell

and here i lie
slime on the walls
no silent cry
nothing at all
just ******* blackness
that won't go away
all stale flatness
that won't let me pray
i could carry on
but what'd be the use
life-spirit's gone
now tighten the noose.
Evil cannot be cast out
It too is eternal
But the silence can be comforting
Mystery maternal

I'm 52 years old
Disability
Want to watch my children grow
Throw down with my three

Ordinary daily life
But crises and careening
Gratitude for movies
Gratitude meets meaning

So much I do not understand
Wish a destiny
But quietness and only guess
Blue wind in green trees

            rest with my disease
The artist may tarnish,
but his art remains clean
His intention stays ageless,
his wishes pristine

Though rust covers over
what’s harder to see
The base is still there
—and the spirit still free

(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)
The day you walked in
Stood on my door
You were nineteen
I was twenty four.
A look at your face
Weakened my knees
In your sweet fairness
I experienced bliss.
Throbbed hard my heart
My body felt so light
That spelt the start
Of my love at first sight!
The day you walked in
There wasn't anymore
Happiness for nineteen
Peace for twenty four.
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