"wifes" poems
Husbands, raise your hands
Keep them up if you love your wife
Keep them up if you colour your wifes hair
Okay, this is for the three of us that are left....
I did my wife a favour
As I do, because I can
I help her when I'm able
Not just because I am a man
I **** bugs when requested
I do the laundry like I should
I clean the bathroom when it's *****
And by doing so , feel good
Every few weeks I will help her
Hide the grey that she can see
I don't volunteer to do it
But it's cheap to hire me
A salon visit is expensive
Doing hair, and waiting hours
I just slip on my latex hand wear
And I have a bag full of super powers
Yes, I help my wife get couloured
I take the time and do her hair
I also, get it on the tiles
Up the wall and on two chairs
The dog gets covered just a little
The rug, a window and the bed
But, we always buy two packets
So, there's enough to do her head
I have a jacket slightly mottled
It's got a few brown spots, some red
I don't know exactly how it happened
I even got some on our bed
Just call me Mr. Kenneth
In my jumpsuit doing hair
I get it where I think she needs it
And I spray it everywhere
She comes out looking gorgeous
She's always happy with the result
She always looks a little different
Like someone who believes in the occult
If you're a husband who likes money
Save it, colour your wife's hair
Your part only takes ten minutes
You need ten towels, one mask, one chair
It brings us both closer together
My arms look like a leopard skin
All my shirts are slightly spotted
But all those spots, make me look thin
I've got to go now and get cleaned up
The carpets ruined, so's the wood
But, she's happy and we all know that
If the wife is happy....all is good!
Oct 8, 2012
Oct 8, 2012 at 7:22 PM UTC
Honor our nations hero's,
Honor our police, fire an rescuers who serve our city's and towns.
Most of all honor those who had and have an still are serving in the military.
Do not show disrespect to them or to any hero that risks all for others to live on.
Stand with them support them shake there hand and tell them what a great job they are doing.
Never disrespect our hero's that have past away that lay buried in the ground.
Do not Disrespect those family's who are saddened by there lost love ones they may never see again till all comes to a end.
Do not make graves of our loved ones who have died either in battle or in the line of duty, or in saving a life of another at a cost of there own; for political gain or anything along those lines.
Respect those we have lost, respect those who have lost brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, husbands, wifes, young ones.
Honor those hero's that still live and those who gave there life for others in there place, Do not dishonor them by saying something that never ever should be accompanied to our hero's who are a live or died they do not deserve that.
What they deserve is our respect, our thanks and everything a hero needs to hear to know what they do is highly honored by everyone they serve for.
Jan 16, 2011
Jan 16, 2011 at 12:49 AM UTC
For many years ive wanted.. a live so rich for me
it all went round the table that cash would be the cream
yet ..as ive grown much older i now know what i know
that im the richest of them all and this is how it goes
I looked around my fellow drivers all in their fancy cars
and thought....i have one like that ..
its battered..old and falls apart
yet whilst they're busy working im nowhere to be found
cause im home with family thats what its all about
fancy jeans ...i have a pair no label ...but do i really care
but.. they do the job of many ...strange as it may sound
yes my shoes look messy... no Jimmy choos they aint
but im home for tea each night to hug my son ..im proud
I may not be a millionaire in eyes of bankers wifes
yet i have .. much much more that money cannot buy
see wealth is classed by how your missed and not the car you drive
shame that some dont see that... as life just passed them bye
Nov 5, 2011
Nov 5, 2011 at 1:40 AM UTC
it is 11:59 PM
and i love you
and i don't know about you
but in one minute
when a new day begins
when wifes are questioning
where their husbands are
when the city awakens
for their nightly mistakes
and late night distractions spiral
in minds of regret
i will be thinking of you
and if it's possible
i think i will love you even more
than i did one whole minute before
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 11:18 PM UTC
She doesn't stroll on water
But makes a drop taste sweet,
There are no wings upon Her back
But you'll hover off your feet.
Whenever She glides into a room
No halo on Her head,
Her presence transforms any traces of doom,
Your spirit will be fed.
With hope for all the future
What was blindfolded before,
Bursts in rays of colour
As She takes you on a tour.
All unanswered questions, hey!
"What is the meaning of life?"
She answers with a single smile,
To children, husbands, wifes.
If She had a halo
She would lock it in a chest,
Far be it from Her, She thinks,
To feel She is the best.
That modesty, those charismatic
Eyes, that shining aura,
Enough to make a dying spirit
Rise from out the corner
But who guards the Angels?
Who keeps watch?
Protecting such an important being,
It's not a job to botch.
For though She doesn't know it
If life's cruelty makes Her stumble,
Then other souls who matter,
Could end up in downwards tumbles.
It isn't fair, the pressure,
Living Her life for everyone,
And this is how the shackled Wolf,
Has burst into the sun!
Chained and tortured, the Lone Wolf
Eventually was blind to light,
He needed a purpose, a mission in life,
Else die in dark and fright.
So now, inspired by an Angel,
He has finally seen the way,
Manacled but inspired,
He grows stronger every day.
The Wolf will never be as strong
As She who breaks chains for everyone!
But as long as She can turn to him,
All that matters to him is done.
She protects the people from,
The cruel, the nasty, the foul,
And any who try to move in Her way,
Will hear the Lone Wolf's growl.
So if you feel a glow one day,
At you the Angel may well be shining,
And running at Her heels, Her faithful servant,
Will no longer be whining.
Dec 27, 2020
Dec 27, 2020 at 10:55 PM UTC
Once, a wise creature told me,
some are worth melting for,
but his story was long and tired some,
the emotion i gave him,
ment this was a bore.
The old man, who saved his wifes life,
the one that always opens the door,
The one who cares for all no matter who they are,
He is worth melting for.
The young mother, around 17 or 18,
Who picks up trash at the park, cleaning the core,
Ah, yes her?
She is worth melting for.
The young man, 20, who plays with a band,
gave three thousand dollars to the homeless man,
the one that makes me smile, the one that opened the door;
He is worth melting for.
Now not everyone is worth all the melting and sorrow;
Especially people who dont return what they borrow.
Not the man who abused his kids,
Not the woman who sold her daughter for the highest bids.
Not the man, who killed his own wife,
Not the women, who faught with a knife.
All those people,
all those ****** glores,
But never mind those people,
You are worth Melting for.
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 10:45 PM UTC
Once upon yesterday's dream,
there was this lonely woman
hopin' to live the life of a
Fairy-tale Princess...
She had even met this
young friendly handsome man!
On the evening they had first talked,
he had told her somethin'
that made her smile
and give her hope for her tomorrows;
him and his wife have been
livin' in separate castles!
She closed her eyes
and thought for a few moments...
could he, just might he be,
her own Prince Charming?
They talked into the night
and got to know one another
over the next couple of weeks
and had finally met!
But, shortly thereafter,
he moved back into his castle
he shares with his wife!
Prince Charming and her
continued to be friends!
Eventually, their friendship
wasn't JUST that!
Over the next few months-
these two...
this Fairy-tale Princess and
Prince Charming
were beginning to fall-in-love!
Even though,
they both knew they shouldn't allow
their hearts to take over-
knowing it would be wrong!
It just felt so right
to be in each others' arms!
As their friendship
and newly felt love grew...
so did his wifes' suspicions-
In the end...
this Fairy-tale Princess
loses her Prince Charming-
and she gets her heart broken again...
Once Upon Yesterday's Dream!
2007
COPYRIGHT; Sabrina Denise Healey,
~Angelmom~
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 7:17 PM UTC
i have found a patch
of quietude in my busy
day and spend it outdoors.
under a dovegrey, marshmallowed sky
and with the gossip of
two brown house sparrow
wifes.
i take my loafers off
and share the fragent warmth of the earth
with the colony of oiled, black skinks
and the shy, baby
blue tongue.
and i sit on a log...
and breathe..
long and deep...
restrorative sighing.
then appearing above us all, a kite or eagle, rides the wind in circles....perhaps...
the baby blue tongue,
is right to be shy...
in the distance
the kookaburra chuckles
and the lorikeets squabble
and people murmur and shout.
too soon,
my respite is over.
then it is shoes on,
and back to the computer screen and desk....
but at least i had a few moment's grace...
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 12:51 AM UTC
We had stopped at Bennys I got him some fries
A nice day for a drive not a cloud in the sky
We got in the truck I checked his seat twice
I’m forever greatful for my wifes advice
The diesel engine purred as I shifted gears
To my grandmas house no thoughts of fear
I hear a bang and in a flash
We rolled and rolled crash and bash
I count the hits one two three
windows exploding around me
I swing out the door hung from my belt
We hit dirt and highway the hardest ive felt
Time seemed to pause or maybe just slow
With the earths every trouncing blow
Upside-down truck upon my head
How the **** am I not dead
Around my ribs i feel the steels bite
The crash is over but now is the fight
My son is alive I can hear him cry
He is to young to remember goodbye
I must get to him i must pull him out
Steel digging deeper as i struggle about
My breath is laborious I’m struggling for air
The pain is hellish too atrocious to bear
Then she laid on the road infront of me
A woman who was scared but strong for me
I coughed up blood and gasped for air
She squeezed my hand and said a prayer
Blood flowed and filled my eyes and ears
The world turned red as blood met tears
Slowly a silance began to loom
Another sign of an ominous doom
She screamed the trucks are coming they are on their way
Oh lord oh lord don’t take this man away
You stay with me you stay with your son
You can’t leave now his lifes just begun
My body shudders as it gasps a wheeze
I feel a cold chill i hoped was a breeze
It has been too long since I’ve taken a breath
What lays ahead life after death.
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 12:07 AM UTC
I need you to set palms together
entangle generosity like raindrops connecting
branch out and cling your roots into the soil
blossom like cherry trees in japan
quiver like the heart of a 10 year old girl
who just witnessed love for the first time
melt, like the man who was raised with
hatred in his heart and has melted for the
first time on top of his wifes grave
scream, the screams of the native americans
upon the burning of their villages and
the rotting of their tribe, the tyranny of their land
my tongue hurts to say
this is my land
I feel it was never ours
it was theirs
laugh, like the children
and remember there are children in remote places
that have a pain in their eyes that we thought can only exsist within elderly
who know not the sound of a tender smile
remember that youth, when your children give out that glorious sound
and do anything to make that melody even louder
let your children laugh for those who dont know how
and raise them to seek them and teach them
even if it is through tears of thanks
that is the most beautiful laughter
the deepest happiness is that which comes with rain
the kind that extracts pain and cleanses the soul
washes the face and kisses the cheeks
dream and have hope like the small child sitting at the window at midnight way past
bedtime with bruised legs
promising themeselves that everything will be okay
with no shoulder to lean on
staring at the stars and having a clear image of the better
days to come, away from abuse and neglect
yes there are children like that
and there are also children
who scream into their pillow at night
remember to cradle the youth
they are the future
you are the future, living through your young
feel every intensity within your body
hold it there for just some time
cradle it
laugh with it
sing with it
dance with it
cry with it
bleed with it
and mourn it when it is not there
remember that, that intensity
is your humanity
Apr 10, 2011
Apr 10, 2011 at 1:01 PM UTC
lookin and staggerin
drinking and hollerin
spillin and trippin
a mess
got a lil puke on my left cheak
and dude can barely speak
look like a serious creep
but into the bar I go
right across from the AA Club what a ****** joke
how the hell do you exspect me to feel good drunk
thinking about all those sober punks
drivin new cars, clean cut, and got wifes with big butts
the only butts ill be seein tonight are the end of my cigs
what a pathetic guy
i here a girl whisper
2 stools down sittin by some handsome guy
so I finish my bottle of wine
walk over
look her straight in the eyes
and tell her shes right
Aug 2, 2011
Aug 2, 2011 at 9:32 AM UTC
While riding home after having beer, two,
a friend of ours ended up covered in poo.
He was tipsy and feeling quite queasy,
for an old man, he got drunk very easy.
In the back seat waited his wifes favorite dog,
who suddenly landed in his lap like a log.
She started to squirm and whine very strong.
Never did find out why he had taken her along.
His wife said "I think she needs to go *****
He didn't care, he slurred rather spotty,
"I just want to go home and go to bed".
But, that pup had other ideas in her head.
Louder, the pup whined out her painful cause,
at the window she scratched with her paws.
Still there on the lap of our drunken friend,
one mile from home, he wouldn't give in.
Natural body functions, being as they are,
intensified by the rough ride in the car,
would not be held back, though she tried all she could.
Can you see where this is leading? If not, you should.
Home now in sight, the pup in a panic,
her functions cut loose, with all the organics.
Not just a mere plop of a log, but loose stool.
There our friend sat...in the car...in a pool.
Down the front of his shirt, filling the pocket,
where his cell phone resided. I ain't gonna touch it!
Covering his lap in a sticky black goo,
it even ran down his pants, into his shoe.
He wasn't allowed into his own home.
Stripped out of his clothes, the hose, he was shown.
The pup stood right there just wagging her tail,
as if to say "AHhhhh! I feel very well"
We still laugh at our friends adventure to this day.
But, when we go for pizza, from the beer he stays away.
He no longer rides with the pup in the car,
and the pup, we all panic, when she goes to ****
***This is a true story. The pup is a 65lb golden Retreiver named Candy. Thin kabout that for a bit.
Aug 20, 2010
Aug 20, 2010 at 7:23 PM UTC
barking Marge was tight and wet
she took dem bois wit out regret
she let dem in, one-by-one
and let dem pump till they wa dun
but now dat galz a little loose
from all doze years of takin' goose
and all dem bois ha got dem lifes
and all dem bois ha got dem wifes
sa bawkin Marge went down da peer
out ta waare da air isss clear
she took er self a litl dip
neeth da roll o wave and shipp
not a teer na don yu foist
cu bawkin Magj is nice nd moistt
Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 5:19 AM UTC
My life is a horror movie with some comedy throw in
My mood Is a classic black and white film, so simple in the times
Coming out long before my rhymes
Even with these dying times.
I got some life to give
I have some to inspire
Tell what you aspire
Towards- I really want to know
All the guys want her but challenge each other with nose goes
But im a hopeful romantic
I think I got the fresh vibes
To keep her heart sane at night
Not an emotional fight
When she's crying on her pillow
Wifes with a willow
Girls who cry on the pillows
Same effect
I have many defects
So baby take light on me
I'm a little crazy
But Im no monster
I'll be your mad scientist, baby
If you be my vintage Terri Garr
I will bless the stars
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 12:36 AM UTC
Eros got bored
one shimmering afternoon
he watched television
and was asking the moon
Do I have to look that deep
to find simply what I need
while thy wifes simply
plays, the food she preparates
And suddenly Psyche appeared
dressed in **** underwears
and sporty shoes
like a modern lady
stepping up infront
dancing the most simple funk
They just had a conversation
and the time abreviation
shall we now count ?
and fall in bed both
in a haste
and have some love to
grabb !
of the modern era
or postmodern blue
flower s biggest leaves
once more under the moon.
Then passion awoke
and their bodys so hot
they slide and caressed each other
gently, and these humble existences
turned sweety
sweaty.
Music sounds from the radio jazz
laying in bed and shimmering sounds
the one under the others arms
the other over the unders barm
touching , feeling, loving , dreaming
penetrating, sensing, needing
screaming.
Desirer, up in ****** zones
Into Yin and Yan silver notes
Eros over the other playing
Psyche is falling the other yearning
the love of earning
desirer shifting
together
into a big sleep
were he woke
up, seing her in
the most beautiful
dress
Gazing skys
Both left behind.
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 4:43 PM UTC
Sunlight shining off her vanila like skin
and birds whistling to welcome us to the early morning
As she slowly opens her sleepy eyes
I muster a smile but she knows
My smile goes and her head drops
what can you do when your wife is dieing
what can you do when the doctors tell you it's not worth trying
The room begins to fill with sounds of tears
and the sunlight which only moments ago lit up her face is now gone
the birds that sang so loud is now only a whisper
and all that remains in this shoebox room are the tears that I wipe away from my wifes face
I hold her close, it is the least a husband can do for the love of his life
for all of time, she will forever be my beautiful wife.
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 6:27 PM UTC
I do not fear death
As I find he or she whoever it is that greets me
Will be a friend a rather old friend
A friend that has watched
In sorrow and happiness
Yes stood by my side in all situations
They have held my hand even in birth as they started their clock
Their simplistic clock called life
They have stood next to me as my best man or perhaps my wifes maid of honor
They were their at the birth of my children
Why shouldn't they be the one to greet me as I go?
Yes Death my old friend come and accompany me
We have much to remember here in Elysium
Jun 20, 2013
Jun 20, 2013 at 9:18 AM UTC
walkn these walls
lookn for eggs
that the bunny has laid
wait thats the
easter time ryme
christmas is not
God its hot
kids are all gone
its a lonely ole song
wifes at work
boss is a ****
my friend
wordvango
is having a gran time
i wish i was with him
an six gallons of cold red wine
we could drink it all night
til saint nic comes into sight
we'd stagger away
and he'd say to all
a good night
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 11:53 PM UTC
i see the happy families,
friends,
wifes,
daughters,
mothers,
fathers,
sons,
husbands.
everyone with someone.
they frame their perfect lives drowned by the frames of the unhappy.
Apr 3, 2010
Apr 3, 2010 at 1:58 PM UTC
three husbands
three wifes
don't try to find 'em as
they will have found you
long before nighttime
somewhen in-between-time
yeah baby i know it's fighttime
but don't try to opppose your
destiny as you've been watched
by satellites / surveillance cams /
your friends and your aunts
they're not against you
yet none of 'em is gonna thank you
for nothin' you feel me?
believe it or don't: by the end of the
year YOU gonna say: thank you
welcome to the
you-place
Nov 30, 2019
Nov 30, 2019 at 11:50 AM UTC
As she sat in his favourite worn chair
the expectant mother became aware.
Of a soft touch on her pale cheeck
reading a letter sent that week.
Crying their baby born without a dad
what was the point of being mad.
Lonely now she felt an unseen force
on her aching shoulders easing remorse.
Standing up aware of an uninvited guest
though not afraid she had been blessed.
Since her husband had died he was near
this gave her strength there was no fear.
How their baby kicked keen to be born
her senses even now frayed and torn.
Happy they had created their first child
though in her mind her spirit still wild.
Part of her almost died answering the door bell
two soldiers said they had bad news to tell.
Andy had been shot while on duty abroad
any help and support was assured.
The early weeks just one long depressing blur
then everything changed for her.
His after shave and essence wafted in the air
and now Tess had become aware.
Dad would be there at the baby's birth
even though not alive on the earth.
Was this just a desperate wifes vivid imagination
or actually a new form of creation?
The Foureyed Poet.
Feb 16, 2011
Feb 16, 2011 at 4:46 AM UTC
As rain sheets the tiled homes of those housed in,
Time punctures essence in kind for broken men,
Stable types ever walking the barred walls alone,
Frightened eyes shake as if to hide from the pen.
Robes and hammers rule the day at sentence start,
Fallen angels stand tall as war imprisoned all,
Not legal jousts or rotten speeches pouring forth,
Little minds, little times and little words will fall.
Scratch's take on meanings of calendars forth,
One month, two year, each decade decay in nests,
No humour can ever puncuate this hellish playground,
The state after all foots with money no kinds rests.
Slack hands make new wifes out of slender men,
Fear leaves one hollow and you make space for us,
Practice heaves a heavy burden for warden now home,
A crested ***** awaits those without shield or fuss.
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 1:38 PM UTC
My wife has a lump in her belly.
A mini human is in there.
His grandma is excited
His grandpa is...well being himself
I have no doubt i want this.
My real dad never got around to see me.
Though theres not much to see,
Id appreciate a little effort.
Im going to be a dad.
A **** good one
I feel my wifes lump.
This guy isnt gonna know abuse.
He is going to live happy.
I swear.
Its cool,
Im going to raise my family right.
They wont be afraid.
We will be happy.
So heres to you, little one
Daddys waiting
with love
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 3:54 PM UTC
Today is like any other day,
However,
Don't plan any trips to the Senate,
Stay off of stairs and away
From people named
Cassius or Brutus.
Wifes are dreamy, so listen and look.
Knives are for cutting, not stabbing.
Should a soothsayer
Warn,
Beware the Ides of March,
Don't leave without an explanation.
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 1:14 PM UTC