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"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!
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Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 4:35 PM UTC
Your grandmother friended me on Facebook
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.
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Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 11:11 PM UTC
Darkness Prevails
sad bad so no sad sad happy happy flappy flappy clappy dappy slappy spousal abuse
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May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 8:24 AM UTC
sad
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!
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Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 1:16 AM UTC
The Leaderene
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.
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May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 1:23 AM UTC
The Worst Thing I've Ever Done Was Letting The World Know That I Write
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
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May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 7:36 AM UTC
A Slow Day
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!
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Jan 21, 2011
Jan 21, 2011 at 8:12 PM UTC
'Twill be I
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."
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Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 11:51 PM UTC
“Gray Panthers”
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?
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Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 7:44 AM UTC
Tell Some(Spousal Abuse)
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.
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Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 6:53 AM UTC
If Men Had Their Way
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
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Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 1:21 AM UTC
When Spousal Abuse Offends The Marriage Ends
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
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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.
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Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 12:01 PM UTC
Must Be Great
*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.*
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Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 12:18 AM UTC
Sad Day
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.
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Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 6:25 PM UTC
Father Daughter Rift Rivals Depth Of Mariana Trench
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.
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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
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Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 2:27 PM UTC
A Slow Day Today