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Wife
‘Wife!,' cried the impatient husband. ‘Fetch me my boots, I have friends I need to meet.’
Fetch them yourself, thought the wife, as she delivered them to his feet.
‘Wife!,' cried the greedy husband. ‘Get me food, for my hunger must be satisfied.’
You big fat oaf, thought the wife, as she hastily complied.
‘Wife!,' cried the lazy husband. ‘There’s cold beer in the fridge, I want it now, without delay.’
I should ram this bottle down your throat, thought the wife, as she set it down upon a tray.
‘Wife!,' cried the lustful husband. ‘Bring me your body, I need it underneath me until my urge subsides.’
You disgusting pig, thought the wife, as she lay down by his side.
‘Wife,' mumbled the half sleeping husband. ‘Move over, you’re taking up too much bed.’
Sleep tight, screamed the wife, as she brought the hammer hard down upon his head.
Fetch them yourself, thought the wife, as she delivered them to his feet.
‘Wife!,' cried the greedy husband. ‘Get me food, for my hunger must be satisfied.’
You big fat oaf, thought the wife, as she hastily complied.
‘Wife!,' cried the lazy husband. ‘There’s cold beer in the fridge, I want it now, without delay.’
I should ram this bottle down your throat, thought the wife, as she set it down upon a tray.
‘Wife!,' cried the lustful husband. ‘Bring me your body, I need it underneath me until my urge subsides.’
You disgusting pig, thought the wife, as she lay down by his side.
‘Wife,' mumbled the half sleeping husband. ‘Move over, you’re taking up too much bed.’
Sleep tight, screamed the wife, as she brought the hammer hard down upon his head.
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Posted: Sep 2018
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One Day...........
One day sooner than later I hope
A return journey I must learn to cope
Put aside the unpleasant history
And regale within my own story
Learn about the blood within
Of unborn relationships of no sin
A stranger no doubt is what they see
But in my heart is their identity
Can never remove that part of me
It's buried deep no one can see
Only then will I ever understand
The essence of me and my hand
Why the beauty of nature compels me so
To paint a picture of words you know
Admire the mountains with a unique intense
Imagine the freshness it just makes sense
Seek out all I need to learn
My birthplace my identity my yearn.......
A return journey I must learn to cope
Put aside the unpleasant history
And regale within my own story
Learn about the blood within
Of unborn relationships of no sin
A stranger no doubt is what they see
But in my heart is their identity
Can never remove that part of me
It's buried deep no one can see
Only then will I ever understand
The essence of me and my hand
Why the beauty of nature compels me so
To paint a picture of words you know
Admire the mountains with a unique intense
Imagine the freshness it just makes sense
Seek out all I need to learn
My birthplace my identity my yearn.......
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Posted: Jan 2019
About this poem:
Need to return to my country of birth .............
Friends and family
Sitting in the sun !
Having me some fun !
Haven't been home for a year!
Lots of tears we shared !
Now it's time to cheer !
I'm even drinking a beer !
All the friends that use to be
Are here for all to see !
How much we've aged
I remember when we would sit out front
Getting drunk !
Some are still the same !
What can I say ?
It doesn't change the past !
For we always had a blast !
We all sit here and share our favorite stories !
And many memories too!
Some even pull out old pictures!
Oh the laughs we share!
Nothing could compare !
A few have passed away !
All were remembered today!
I will go to the cementary
Visit my mother and my father
Thank them each for a special gift !
My mother I will thank for giving me my brothers !
My father I will thank for loving another's children !
It's been 20 years since I moved away !
The deep love I have for my friends and family
Still feels the same to this day!
Here's to another glorious day!
Having me some fun !
Haven't been home for a year!
Lots of tears we shared !
Now it's time to cheer !
I'm even drinking a beer !
All the friends that use to be
Are here for all to see !
How much we've aged
I remember when we would sit out front
Getting drunk !
Some are still the same !
What can I say ?
It doesn't change the past !
For we always had a blast !
We all sit here and share our favorite stories !
And many memories too!
Some even pull out old pictures!
Oh the laughs we share!
Nothing could compare !
A few have passed away !
All were remembered today!
I will go to the cementary
Visit my mother and my father
Thank them each for a special gift !
My mother I will thank for giving me my brothers !
My father I will thank for loving another's children !
It's been 20 years since I moved away !
The deep love I have for my friends and family
Still feels the same to this day!
Here's to another glorious day!
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Posted: Jul 2014
About this poem:
In Chicago visiting with friends and family
Precious In His Eyes
What's in a name?
Some say it tells
your nationality.
I say it is the gift
that your mother
gave you beside life.
It is a special
present that is
just for you.
Some may not like
the wrapping it
came in or the
present itself.
God does not make
mistakes your name
is precious to HIM.
Just think of that
the next time you
say i do not like
my name.
Some say it tells
your nationality.
I say it is the gift
that your mother
gave you beside life.
It is a special
present that is
just for you.
Some may not like
the wrapping it
came in or the
present itself.
God does not make
mistakes your name
is precious to HIM.
Just think of that
the next time you
say i do not like
my name.
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Posted: Jul 2013
About this poem:
Inspired by someone.
God used a boat! (Again!) :-)
Just hours ago I got an unpleasant call
My sister's voice sounding rather raw.
"Have you heard from Mom today? "No" I replied,
Try as she did - not to, she broke and cried.
"Dad's been in a wreck.....but he's alive!"
"Don't you worry now,.... he did survive!"
The details began to pour out like soured cream
A sudden surreal moment that seemed like a dream.
A sudden stop of traffic brought him to a halt!
A situation for which he was certainly not at fault!
From behind, a 'Big Rig' - with no time to respond
twas on top of his rig like water on a pond!
Returning from Colorado with my cousin on board,
Pick-up filled with cousin's possessions restored.
Hauling a trailer of my cousin's, carrying his boat,
Just hoping for another chance to put it afloat.
After today's events of nearly losing their lives,
They're both blessed now to be home with their wives!
The boat and the trailer - pulverized! A pile of scrap!
The bed of my dad's truck - now as flat as cow crap!
Had it not been for the trailer loaded with the boat,
and all of cousin's 'stuff' stacked like cattails in a mote,
That Big 18 Wheeler would have done more damage still
like a carnivorous animal looking for it's prey to kill.
But, as the Good Lord above looked down on the pair.
Twas His good pleasure for their lives to spare.
Their lives were saved today by a most unusual cushion,
a trailer, with a boat stopped DEATH from it's pushin!
My sister's voice sounding rather raw.
"Have you heard from Mom today? "No" I replied,
Try as she did - not to, she broke and cried.
"Dad's been in a wreck.....but he's alive!"
"Don't you worry now,.... he did survive!"
The details began to pour out like soured cream
A sudden surreal moment that seemed like a dream.
A sudden stop of traffic brought him to a halt!
A situation for which he was certainly not at fault!
From behind, a 'Big Rig' - with no time to respond
twas on top of his rig like water on a pond!
Returning from Colorado with my cousin on board,
Pick-up filled with cousin's possessions restored.
Hauling a trailer of my cousin's, carrying his boat,
Just hoping for another chance to put it afloat.
After today's events of nearly losing their lives,
They're both blessed now to be home with their wives!
The boat and the trailer - pulverized! A pile of scrap!
The bed of my dad's truck - now as flat as cow crap!
Had it not been for the trailer loaded with the boat,
and all of cousin's 'stuff' stacked like cattails in a mote,
That Big 18 Wheeler would have done more damage still
like a carnivorous animal looking for it's prey to kill.
But, as the Good Lord above looked down on the pair.
Twas His good pleasure for their lives to spare.
Their lives were saved today by a most unusual cushion,
a trailer, with a boat stopped DEATH from it's pushin!
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Posted: May 2011
About this poem:
I wanted somehow to share with the poets corner the events of this tragic news - poetically, while attempting to make sense of it and also to give God the glory for sparing the lives of my Dad, my cousin and a young 10 year old girl that suffered life threatening injuries from the impact of my Dad's P/U - after it was thrust violently forward into the rear of her families vehicle.That Semi was said to be traveling at 65 M.P.H. when it slammed full force into my Dad's 'stopped' rig! 6 civilian vehicles were involved in that wreck! - No one died!!
That's what I call "AMAZING GRACE!"
Mommy's Little Man
Big Blue Eyes
Kisses of Butterflies
Questions Galore
Ready to Explore
Heart of Gold
Wanting Stories Told
Loves to Play
Hero Saves the Day
Sword Fights with Dad
Laughter to be Had
Thinks He is Grown
King on the Throne
Mommy's Little Man
She's his biggest Fan
Kisses of Butterflies
Questions Galore
Ready to Explore
Heart of Gold
Wanting Stories Told
Loves to Play
Hero Saves the Day
Sword Fights with Dad
Laughter to be Had
Thinks He is Grown
King on the Throne
Mommy's Little Man
She's his biggest Fan
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Posted: Feb 2013
About this poem:
This short poem is about my son. He is my greatest joy.
a daughter
what a joy to behold,
always my little baby,
forever my little princess,
forever holding a part of my heart,
my life time your so precious,
a treasure of all treasures,
to cherish her with all my heart,
an angel my daughter,
who in every day i believe in,
you my little angel,
forever my child,
you will live with me,
all of your life,
in my heart,
in a special place there,
reserved for you,
my diamond,my jewel,
a treasure i once held,
my princess,
my beautiful daughter,
at home in my heart,
with a father who loves you
always my little baby,
forever my little princess,
forever holding a part of my heart,
my life time your so precious,
a treasure of all treasures,
to cherish her with all my heart,
an angel my daughter,
who in every day i believe in,
you my little angel,
forever my child,
you will live with me,
all of your life,
in my heart,
in a special place there,
reserved for you,
my diamond,my jewel,
a treasure i once held,
my princess,
my beautiful daughter,
at home in my heart,
with a father who loves you
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Posted: Feb 2013
About this poem:
to let her see whats in my heartThe Well
How many stories in your well
Is it deep from heaven to hell
Are there ones you just can't tell
Oh ...well of mine
Was your path straight an true
Was direction easy for you
Was the sun shining never blue
Easy to define....
I've walked the path of treachery
Stupidity walked right beside me
Where a thought was 'sposed to be
But not to refine...
I've sat of the fence of identity
Looked both sides to set me free
But never did i jump ...reality
'Twas not my time...
I've been painted by a different brush
My place here not to rush
Exposure of all would be too much
'Tis but a rhyme
On my journey to the end
Knowledge of such i would befriend
Before funeral pyres they do send
My soul to resign...
Is it deep from heaven to hell
Are there ones you just can't tell
Oh ...well of mine
Was your path straight an true
Was direction easy for you
Was the sun shining never blue
Easy to define....
I've walked the path of treachery
Stupidity walked right beside me
Where a thought was 'sposed to be
But not to refine...
I've sat of the fence of identity
Looked both sides to set me free
But never did i jump ...reality
'Twas not my time...
I've been painted by a different brush
My place here not to rush
Exposure of all would be too much
'Tis but a rhyme
On my journey to the end
Knowledge of such i would befriend
Before funeral pyres they do send
My soul to resign...
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Posted: Nov 2012
About this poem:
I struggled with an identity crisis .............my maternal heritage runs deep .......but my paternal heritage is virtually untraceable......i was born in the poorest country in the world but the people have the richest smiles .......i tend to lean that way ...
North America Thanksgivings
Chatter of knives an forks on the plates turkey n ham harvests in now. Family's in chairs soft is the air gathering of thanks the only exchange. Purest of holidays all's to share's food an space. Pass the food back an forth's the only give an take, simple time we get commercialized an expectation free. Catching up with each other of days have passed by a time to rekindle re-fuel loved ones family an friends in your life. Thanksgiving's truly my favourite time a year~
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Posted: Nov 2009
Post CommentStand Up
Half way up
Half way down
I am faced with a choice.
At this crossroads
I can stand up
And be counted
Or lay down
And bleat.
By the sweat of my own brow
By the strength of my own arms
I will pull myself up.
I will look the future in the face
Through the beads of my own sweat
Through my own window.
I shall lead
Whoever choses to follow.
I shall guide
Whoever choses to seek.
I may fail,
I may fall,
I may bloody my knees
In the dirt of the effort
But it will be my own failing.
I will fall because I have fallen
Not because I was pushed
Or ignored,
Or left behind by ancient ships
Ships that now are dust to me.
I not longer know their names
I no longer feel the burden of their chains.
The chains my brothers bore are broken
I, am a free man
I, am not a slave to history
I, am it's student.
I refuse to lay down
With those who bend and break beneath it's weight
I refuse to lay down with moaning lambs.
I will stand,
I will stand tall
Shoulder to shoulder
With the tallest of men
And chose a tall woman
To stand with me.
Half way down
I am faced with a choice.
At this crossroads
I can stand up
And be counted
Or lay down
And bleat.
By the sweat of my own brow
By the strength of my own arms
I will pull myself up.
I will look the future in the face
Through the beads of my own sweat
Through my own window.
I shall lead
Whoever choses to follow.
I shall guide
Whoever choses to seek.
I may fail,
I may fall,
I may bloody my knees
In the dirt of the effort
But it will be my own failing.
I will fall because I have fallen
Not because I was pushed
Or ignored,
Or left behind by ancient ships
Ships that now are dust to me.
I not longer know their names
I no longer feel the burden of their chains.
The chains my brothers bore are broken
I, am a free man
I, am not a slave to history
I, am it's student.
I refuse to lay down
With those who bend and break beneath it's weight
I refuse to lay down with moaning lambs.
I will stand,
I will stand tall
Shoulder to shoulder
With the tallest of men
And chose a tall woman
To stand with me.
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Posted: Oct 2010
About this poem:
I'm usually a lurker, but there comes a time when a man needs to speak for himself. My father was a pastor and from the bones of one of his best sermons, i wrote this when he died and read it to his congregation. I am not a religious person but I loved my father and the way he looked at life. I was inspired by a very inspiring man.Peace xxx
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