"spousal" poems
Your grandmother wants to be friends on Facebook.
hey you,
can’t recall where or how i know ya,
but your grannie is very kewl,
(we agree on the proper pronunciation)
boldly asked if that included “benefits,”
she heartily answered **** right”
“one man is pretty much as good as the next,
but younger is definitely better, and you a spring chickadee,
at age of sixty years and three,
so many years ahead to share,
your social security bene-fits,
making me swoon
and giving me ‘flashes ‘n fits’
and given your life expectancies,
spousal wud be nice,
even ain’t a necessity,
looking forward to pleasuring your company”
**remind me again,
where do I know you from?**
shoot.
HELLOOOOO POETRY!
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 4:35 PM UTC
Evil & crime so predictable & stale.
Stupid how arrested suspects get bail.
Convicted when their victims tell.
Prison is where some stay & are jailed.
They have to communicate by mail.
Sometimes their focus goes in another direction.
Where probation happens after correction.
Child & spousal abuse, drug use, & rehab that is no use.
History repeats
Wives & children still get beat.
Their isn't always a Superman or Batman to be your hero.
With a sword or crossbow.
Details of armed robbery , drug dealing & smuggling.
Stabbings & muggings.
On the inside homosexual love with cuddling.
Human trafficking & prostitution.
Violating amendments & constitutions.
They are how they are from how they were raised.
If their victims could speak from the grave
Or had they been saved.
They could explain & describe how their rapists & killers behaved.
Male & females do their time.
Years in custody for their crimes.
Seriousness of their offenses vary.
Some educate, get jobs, or marry.
Behind bars is where violence belongs.
To be punished for all that they did wrong.
Some from death row are now dead.
Similar to the wildlife in a zoo behind bars they get fed.
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 11:11 PM UTC
sad bad
so no sad
sad happy
happy flappy
flappy clappy
dappy slappy
spousal abuse
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 8:24 AM UTC
Mrs Merkel, fair and sturdy
Dour and doughty
High and mighty
Saviour of the sinking Euro
Female icon, Teuton hero
Stand up for our rights!.
Daughter of the old Republic
Proud and plumptious
Rarely bumptious
Quantum spousal and mechanics
Scourge of Grecian's and Hispanics
Onward from Berlin!
Lean upon the sturdy lectern
Softly spoken
Never broken
Deliver to the gathered masses
Words of warning and molasses
Deliver us from evil!
Target of the shocking Silvio
Chauvinistic
Almost mystic
While all things must come to pass
She's most certainly not a *******
Gott mit Uns!
Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 1:16 AM UTC
the worst thing I’ve ever done
was letting the world
know that I write,
it’s not the 2am phone calls
asking if I’m okay,
it’s not the regret of
of relationships or
the running away,
it’s the look in my mothers
eyes when I write about dying,
it’s the regard to kin
when holding certain
emotions in,
forging positivity
and relaying
the antiquities
of struggle,
the minuscule
moments of will
drill into minds
painting all kinds
of doubtful abstracts,
creating spousal transacts
of how to fix their son,
it’s not the questions
about what I mean when I
say my skin spits goose flesh
or my eyes wrap yesterday
in spruce mesh that
eventually frays,
it’s the days where
I get kindred
phone calls
wondering if I’ll pick up
because of writing
the night before
stating that
I’m skating
on thin ice,
I dont want them to worry
I’ll be fine,
but for now it’s the pen
that has to unwind
the noose from
confining words
I refuse to say.
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 1:23 AM UTC
Today was a slow day on the news wire
Nothing at all going on
The people and things that cause trouble in life
Must have decided to call it quits and stay home
No earthquakes or tornado's to speak of
No mudslides or fires to ravage the land
All the people who bring us the bad news
Stood around just scratching their heads
Not a person was murdered or robbed
No kidnapping or spousal abuse
Nothing much exciting to speak of
That we've grown to expect in our news
No bombs in the Middle East went off
No politicians were caught in a lie
No Hollywood Star said something stupid
No one famous or not even died
Yes today was a slow day on the news wire
Nothing at all going on
Which has the rest of us wondering
If this is the calm before the storm
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 7:36 AM UTC
Once you've performed your spousal duties,
and bathed off the stench of him,
and he lay sleeping his swine sleep,
and the night's spirits have spirited him toward morning,
listen for that pebble thrown against your window
'Twill be I, the village swain, 'twill be I!
Jan 21, 2011
Jan 21, 2011 at 8:12 PM UTC
In time,
Her blue eyes turned to amber,
Gaining serenity at the expense of dazzle,
She was, in short:
Diminished?
You know, the proverbial red,
Red rose misplacing its hue?
Over time, becoming the times that
Try men’s souls--as they say—
Particularly in times like ours.
Life at the Vicarage: an in-depth,
Stunningly frank & brutal TRIP 4-2.
Surely, the falcon & falconer
Out of range of each other, at last.
Share drowned innocence,
Sans conviction, intense & passionate,
An in-depth study--if you will—
If you won’t, **** YOU!***
A close encounter of mutual
Self-loathing & contempt.
Soon the blood-dimmed tide,
Mere anarchy loose as a goose.
I speak of a time without pretense:
Armed-black-militants
Killing-white-cops?
Are you ******** me?
Who has time to investigate
A simple case of what could or
Could not be spousal homicide.
But I digress.
Blood in the streets?
We haven’t seen that ****
Since Bobby Seale, Eldridge Cleaver
& Huey P Newton stalked the earth.
“Lord, Oh God!” we wonder.
“Deliver us a savior.
Rescue Us.
Rescue Me."
Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 11:51 PM UTC
Too lovely, to be hurt.
Except, you are.
From the one you sworn your heart.
****** bruises that makeup can't completely cover-up.
Bruises some apparent others covered up by apparel.
Probably being threaten and harass.
Weak men does this.
Tell someone.
You truly don't deserve this.
Even if a few fools claims thy does this out of love.
Even this weak man might uses this trick to say he loves you.
Let no other control your mind.
When only images of abuse he leaves behind.
Death should com from his hands.
But from God above.
Tell someone.
Someone, who cares?
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 7:44 AM UTC
Just think?
If men had their way.
They would chose to have a different women every day.
Maybe, play games to have them every hour.
Yes, if men had their way.
If women gave them the option.
Then they blame her for the problem.
To this very day.
Many know in scriptures Sarah(Sarai) created her pain.
Offering Hagar to Abraham for loving comfort.
Then showing jealousy when they baby came.
What did she expect?
Her spouse motor was still running.
Which we see with older men with a younger women.
The more things changes.
The more they stay the same.
Still, if men had their way.
Many would still treat them like a spousal slave.
Which many still do.
There's no loyalty among female friends.
Especially when they are showing interest in the friend's man.
Who would jump quick?
If he had the chance.
Offer a man the opportunity.
He might ponder the consequences before his action.
But that won't stop him from pursuing his dreams.
Especially if he have the will power to make her scream.
Notice, men relationships comes with rules.
He doesn't mind during fantasy games of his interest.
As long, as it doesn't required another man.
Well, women it depends upon your man.
Cause it's becoming hard to tell which way yours go.
But if men had their way-they would sleep with the cute/ugly/and beautiful.
The ***** that most men operate by.
Is not the one that control most of their minds.
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 6:53 AM UTC
Where does one go and what can one do, this wife he married is not the same
words of support and love, replaced by abusive words bent on giving you shame
the sun has turned into rain and you're caught, with nowhere to avoid getting wet
ensnared in the web of her discontent, just holding your head down with regret
You look toward compromise, hoping to work things out and make it right
but you encounter resistance, she wants nothing but you out of her sight
as words fall on deaf ears reality sets in, full of contrition and remorse
making matters worse, she's on the warpath, focused on threatening divorce
Looking at your young children, and the tears in their eyes, what they now see
a crushed father, withdrawn from the world, only wanting to take them and flee
but wisdom perseveres and silence overcomes, dumbstruck on what to do
finally acknowledging, love that once was is no longer, your marriage is through
Packing your bags this last time, as reflections of happier times pain your mind
but trusting in G-d gives you the faith, to your predicament you are now consigned
as days pass and the pain subsides, getting a handle on what was once your life
recognizing the impossibility of any happiness in life, when a wife is bent on strife
Not long after I met a woman, the epitome of everything good in the world to be found
a woman full of of kindness whose words, as her love, were nothing short of profound
coming full circle in my life, the challenges and tribulations have left me with no doubt
choose a woman to love that has a truly sincere heart, and a faith in love that is devout
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 1:21 AM UTC
As long as you resign you won't face prosecution.
It must be great to be an officer of law enforcement to serve and protect.
Even if you're surrounded among bad apples.
The cops that racist and get caught up in crime.
As long as you resign you won't face prosecution.
The cops that wrongly **** suspects and the juries support them.
When evidence of facts convicts them.
As long as you resign you won't face prosecution.
Notice, something here?
Sometimes you wonder who the real criminals?
The District Attorney like many judges works for the same division called law.
And most likely not brave enough to make those tough decisions to prosecute.
As long as they resign they won't be prosecuted to injustice.
For rapes
For keeping drug dealers money
For spousal abuse
For violating suspects rights
Even for being slightly racist
For hardly anything.
It's great to be a police officer.
Until the city gets sued and lose.
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 12:01 PM UTC
*Today became sad for me,
emptiness my feeling inside.
So dark this place, the hallways I pace,
within my own mind. Examining each file with care.
Searching for what is apparently
beyond my control.
Now a little speck of light has shined through,
the vision is dark.
I realized today, that in life,
many memories have a greater effect,
but with a hard sharper edge that cuts extra deep.
Down through the bone, straight to the soul.
I died a little today,
a little more than yesterday.
Moments in life, child,
divorce, accidents, spousal dispute or perhaps death.
It has come to my conscious mind
that with each tragic event
a small piece of us dies.
Which would explain why I feel dead inside.*
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 12:18 AM UTC
Argh resolution between
self and eldest
dear daughter more remote,
now then locating
a left handed monkey wrench,
cuz she feels this papa
did deliberate smote
her upside the head, knocking
Eden Liat stone cold
in an abysmal trench
thus, this dada doth fear a mill
stone shaped albatross
around thy neck aye will tote,
where rotting bird
doth emit fetid oppressive stench
gloomily decry death asper,
paternal progeny blighted love
epitaph finis fate wrote.
Methinks (nee knows) marital infidelity
steep dividend warrant wrought
chances greater finding needle in haystack
versus pointless thought
exercise regarding deus ex machina sought
forgiveness ex post facto, rethought,
yet miracle needed, viz
twill require against overwrought
progeny's psyche mor'n
solo requiem Te Deum never sung,
hence no guarantee
father as overthought
against embarkation entailing,
nor divine chorus baptizing can nought
assuage besotted dada's flesh, handwrought
hence fiery eternal damnation
no gunsmoke match e'en gunfought
by Jesse James, no penitence
bequeathed only dreadnought
visa vis admitting how affair
kneaded joyus kindling brought
philandering husband discovered
emotional refuge (against spousal
epithet strewn expletive language,
whence mistress besought
similar ****** satisfaction,
and subsequent fallout an afterthought.
retrospective reflection stills nothing
more serious then slap on the wrist
while engaged (~ January 2010) with
nothing sinful 'bout peccadillo tryst
understandable wife got sorely ******
on the sly behaviour the missus
blindsided, hence over
looked and missed
and figurative wedge
cleft asunder nearly kissed
our marriage goodbye
extra-marital romp illicit,
though we nearly came to fist
sta cuffs, where salty crude name calling
in conjunction with execrable
derogatory cussing contribution complicit.
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 6:25 PM UTC
Today was a slow day on the news wire
Nothing at all going on
The people and things that cause trouble in life
Must have decided to call it quits and stay home
No earthquakes or tornado's to speak of
No mudslides or fires to ravage the land
All the people who bring us the bad news
Stood around just scratching their heads
Not a person was murdered or robbed
No kidnapping or spousal abuse
Nothing much exciting to speak of
That we've grown to expect in our news
No bombs in the Middle East went off
No politicians were caught in a lie
No Hollywood Star said something stupid
No one famous or not even died
Yes today was a slow day on the news wire
Nothing at all going on
Which has the rest of us wondering
If this is the calm before the storm
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 2:27 PM UTC