"henpecked" poems
Remoaners to the left, Brextremists to the right,
Theresa “Maggie” May has an uphill fight.
I can’t see her lasting many more days,
Unless she changes her stubborn ways.
Theresa is an immovable object.
Her hubby must be totally henpecked.
Trying to please just everyone,
Annoying all is what she’s done.
Right now she is UK Prime Minister,
But her own back benchers are getting sinister.
Some say she’s sold us down the river,
A thing for which they can’t forgive her.
Others claim she’s gone too far,
As we should stay just where we are.
Some see Europe as our friend,
But others say the UK we must defend.
Ireland is a sticking point
A thing that’s gonna rock the joint.
They don’t know where to put the border,
Without causing grief and disorder.
What an impasse, feels like stalemate,
Are we heading to be a slave state?
Who knows what’s going to happen next?
No wonder we are all perplexed.
Paul Butters
© PB 17\11\2018.
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 6:19 AM UTC
Alexander K Opicho
(Eldoret, Kenya;[email protected])
With audacious openness
Let me accept substantial lot of men folk
When it comes to efforts in love,
Most are misfortunate.
Every time they dare to built
Affiliative bonding for love
With beauties beheld
By their limited eyes
The invincible whirling spell
Of fortune’s fool
Beguile them forlornly
Down the social abyss of time,
I and my type not an exception to the club
Of the guys who swallowed misfortune
Like the dog of Theodore erotokorostos
Does to a piece of bone
In poetic obscurantism
Of the corruptible simple souls
Obtaining their pathetic lot from ***** and wine,
In the first trial I chanced on a neurotic peasant,
In the second trial I chanced on turn to be henpecked,
On the third trial I chanced on a beautiful paranoid,
My fourth trial chanced me a deadly stooge,
My fifth trial gave me the worst blow
As I forlornly chanced on the time’s public commoner,
My sixth trial makes me chicken
Had it not been poetic audacity
That makes me brave to chew in public
The lot of my misfortune as I recall
The bitter sweetness of chancing on
A beautiful epileptic kleptomaniac,
My tired trial in the waned efforts
Chanced me a lesbian with insignificant bisexuality,
O! I now tire off from misfortunes of love
With a last black chance on a neurotic money-maniac,
And this is the silent lot of men
In their usual efforts to fulfill their dreams of love.
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 9:43 AM UTC
A loving father and husband
To provide for your family
Heading to office
When birds greet
Dawn with chorus
Hark, hark and hark
Back home, sitting
Over a computer till
It gets pitch dark
Bearing a workload
That could cause
ED if not a heart attack,
You make sure luxuries
Your wife and
Off springs never lack,
To indirectly ram home
Your love for
Your better half
As a broad day light
Is stark.
But when your marriage
Lost its ****** spark
Her resolution shattered
She sought love
Behind your back.
You failed to sensitize
Her about her beauty
Your number one duty,
Also sometimes making
A paradigm shift
You were not
A bit naughty.
Out of line from a
Henpecked husband,
You failed to defamiliarize
That do not you realize?
You should have made her
Feel an object of desire
That was what could have
Rekindled the flame
And the fire.
When you make
Love to her
Think not what
Makes you buckle
Under depression
Such as lack of promotion,
Ego-rocking feelings
Must not distract
Your attention.
You should ever try
To scale ****** new height
Every night.
Workaholic, unless
You jog, jog and jog
When you go to bed
For her you will be
No better than a log.
To the dump yard
She could throw you
A broken toy
Unless you afford her
A joy
Cuckolded by a man
On the wrong side of a boy.
With someone else
When a woman gets into bed
She deletes you
Out of her soul, heart and head
That is why,
As her husband, she denied
You a go ahead!
Mindful of this fact
It is not too late
To fix a date
Stop your
Fate to lament!
Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 6:33 AM UTC
If you let this architect interject
My subject you'll dissect effectively correct
I'll try to make it clear
If you inspect or introspect with intellect these indirect
Pretentious scribbles misdirect
Collect your wits my dear
If you elect I'll be direct
No intended disrespect
I don't expect that you'll reject
A change of atmosphere
If you accept I won't defect you mustn't reflect this henpecked insects unchecked neglect
Tonight with luck I'll in fact infect
You with a grin from ear to ear
Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 7:35 PM UTC
I drove to Judah's Funhouse Orchard
to pick my own apples
and build my own lavender dishes,
but I put my new friends in a -famous- basket.
Oh, how it overtook me with its windswept stories!
It told me of a fat, shiny snake,
but we were drunk,
and the only person at the party whom I cared about gave me a slinky smile
and told me to leave.
So I left with a hurricane in all of my pockets,
and I played darts with the basket's forgotten, fairy-dusted nephew.
Illuminated by a single lightbulb in a concrete cavern beneath my mother's kitchen,
I learned to give up my apples
and forget my lavender dishes,
because my crudely-woven drunken comrade
is now a shining sober picture
of my sordid, henpecked past.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 11:28 AM UTC
mending the snow
has now become knitting white
to frost
as lost kingdoms navigate
from their obscurity -
hosting the hours of our doom
to decades of joy and inertia ...
even as you really love someone
on purpose... you forget
someone.
and all
is come undone !
from a kernel of honey
as ever was.
barking madly at false gods, while -
nipping at the heel of
Unhealing wounds...
all havoc and have at It
where the true wrong
believes You.
a sting of happiness
dashed against the stubborn
fuss of tossed rocks.
the milk of shadow....
clawing at the way you forget
a glowing medallion
of aching wisdom
And henpecked stars Henpecked.
a clutch of hit squad horseshoes, lucky in the dark.
the blue navel of a certain monotony
that jibes with your Apologies...
and a long Pause
A Lost -
Art
Founding the Church
of a Lost
Cause
and every Wednesday in a Box
of course.
hurrah !
Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 4:54 AM UTC
Everlasting light
Sure the sunrise was beautiful
but what is beauty if it cannot be shared?
Rescinding fright
The mobbing mass bowed down
and to whom do you pledge allegiance?
Freckled henpecked nest-eggs
to the shrinking violet water chestnut teenage idol
and therein did we all see the frightened eyes
with secret stories to share
An instruction guide to the misinformed soul
of how to lower your false flags to half mast
Cover-up sweetheart, the eve is a cold and lonely one
Eternal night
A perpetuation of political ideology
what due course is this, that your people are slayed in the street?
Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 12:51 PM UTC
Which came first, the chicken
or the egg?
Us, we are in love
with the chickens.
We want to know
why.
Is it really any of our business
why that chicken crosses the road?
And us, even though we ponder
despite our curiosity
will never know.
Chicken first, egg
second, vice versa.
Or maybe
they appeared at the same time
created out of nothing.
Jan 26, 2010
Jan 26, 2010 at 4:42 PM UTC
A skin leap
A time snails back
A façade or a glitch in a memento of my fingers
A circular dry pinned gaze
Lanes henpecked the nostrils bays
A sweaty pave walk with hasten mood and broken cups which could happen rapidly
A silverine .!!
If I try utilize a claws to grasp a thoughts
A twinkle plash bullying my visage as a vertigo stalk the choke cubicles
I watch the anti hero stop barred the curfew and mingles coat
All over my body .
Can I smoke a breath please
Jul 4, 2013
Jul 4, 2013 at 11:14 AM UTC
She promisicuous people say.
But have you noticed,
The good men that came her way.
They not the type you would expect.
And not all of them totally henpecked.
When she called a freak.
Many just join in.
Least, until they figure out.
One were their man.
Pastors, postmen and even the police.
Have example your favor?
Just for the thrill taste.
Strangest thing of them all.
Is when the politicians makes their usual call.
Who's to say she's not a lady?
She probably taught many that visted her.
What to bring to the love table?
We describes, exactly what a lady should be?
But behind doors.
That's not the scene.
They pretends to be strippers.
Or some type fantasy that became a reality.
It just that the lose woman.
Don't hide her schemes.
So everyone called her a freak.
Some behind her back.
Others to her face.
But when many are exposed upon the news.
It's the lady of society that respected by many.
That seems to be living a lie.
So, Who's truly the freak?
Before our very eyes.
Aug 3, 2012
Aug 3, 2012 at 10:23 AM UTC
It's all a matter of opinion
We all have one of these
We always have something to say
Even if no one else agrees
My wife says I don't have one
I have to ask her what to say
She thinks I'll say something stupid
She says, "You're just made that way"
If we go to a fancy restaurant
She orders what food we'll eat
She tells me when I'm finished
And when to leave my seat
Even on our wedding day
Before I could say, "I do"
She told the preacher, "Of course, he does"
So I just mumbled, "True"
If it sounds like I am henpecked
My wife says that's not true
She says to tell you, "You're all wrong"
She doesn't tell me what to do
So be glad you're not in my shoes
A man who lives this way
The only words I'm allowed to utter
Is, "Yes dear whatever you say"
Well, I think I'll end this poem
And try to get on with my life
But before I go, I want you to know
I probably better ask my wife
Feb 18, 2011
Feb 18, 2011 at 11:17 PM UTC
I learned a lesson a long time ago
Back before I met my wife
I made a choice I can never take back
The worst decision of my life
Now don't get me wrong I love my wife
She's the apple of my eye
I just do whatever she tells me to
And I've learned not to ask her why
Now you might say I'm henpecked
Well, my wife says that's not true
At least that's what she told me to say
Whenever I writing to you
Now it's not her fault that I'm not that wise
She says It happened before we met
Sometimes I just sit and stare at her
'Cause there's some things I just don't get
I used to be smart but not anymore
See my brain was stolen by a thief
My wife says it happened when I went to the dentist
And he pulled all my wisdom teeth
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 11:01 PM UTC
Well, I've never been accused
Of ever being too bright
I don't have to think too much
Cause my wife is always right
Even on my wedding day
Before I could say I do
My wife done said, "You Better"
So, I kinda thought so too
Now I never make decisions
Ain't that right dear?
See?, what'd I tell you?
Did everybody hear?
Now, my wife says, I'm not henpecked
If that's what your thinkin'
And, no, there's no chain around my ankle
So, just ignore the clinkin'
She says, if I will make the money
Then she'll make sure it's spent
The only money I ever keep
Is what I have to pay her for rent
Now, I know ya'll think I'm stupid
Well, that just simply isn't true
My wife says I'm a genius
With a perfect ten I.Q.
Now, my wife is the one with the brains
She tells me so, all the time
I know that she loves me too
Cause, she tells me, I'm one of a kind
Well, she says it's time to end this poem
So I guess I better go
And I still know what you're thinking
It's not because she told me so
Apr 14, 2010
Apr 14, 2010 at 5:44 AM UTC
It's all a matter of opinion
We all have one of these
We always have something to say
Even if no one else agrees
My wife says I don't have one
I have to ask her what to say
She thinks I'll say something stupid
She says, 'You're just made that way'
If we go to a fancy restaurant
She orders what food we'll eat
She tells me when I'm finished
And when to leave my seat
Even on our wedding day
Before I could say, 'I do'
She told the preacher, 'Of course, he does'
So I just mumbled, 'True'
If it sounds like I am henpecked
My wife says that's not true
She says to tell you, 'You're all wrong'
She doesn't tell me what to do
So be glad you're not in my shoes
A man who lives this way
The only words I'm allowed to utter
Is, 'Yes dear, whatever you say'
Well, I think I'll end this poem
And try to get on with my life
But before I go, I want you to know
I probably better ask my wife
Nov 16, 2012
Nov 16, 2012 at 9:19 PM UTC