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Widow of Massacre
Some said she lost,
None said she crossed,
Nothing was known clear
Something about her was fear.
Everything, though said,
She's a widow of massacre.
If asked, she never say,
because witness you can pay,
She lost hee husband,
Then lost her hand.
Everything, though said,
She's a widow of massacre.
Behind her, there're stories,
Behind stories, there's worries,
Her village was ambushed,
And in bullets, washed.
Everything, though said,
She's a widow of massacre.
She survived the claws of wild,
After death of her single child,
Finally she ran to this village,
Where we paid her homage.
Everything, though said
She's a widow of massacre.
poem by Buyunde Acura Sylivester
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A Husband...
A husband should be
Loyal and honest
A husband should be
Strong and protective
A husband should be
Loving and romantic
A husband should be
Patient and understanding
A husband should know
When enough is enough
A husband should know
When to fight and when to cry
A husband should know
all your goals and dreams
A husband should know
your strengths and well as your weaknesses
A husband needs to be a true man
A husband needs to love you unconditionally
A husband needs to know your heart is forever his
poem by Sarah Holmes
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Someone Like Me
We dont need to make excuses
Together we are free
To throw away the rule book
And start with ABC
We can go to all the places
We always wanted to be
It takes a bad girl like you
To love someone like me
If you're looking for a daddy
You won't get that from me
There are things I want to do to you
That he should never see
You will never scare me baby
You can try anything with me
It takes a bad girl like you
To love someone like me
Don't need no little woman
A wallflower's not for me
The only way I want you girl
Is independently
Wont't lock you up in prison
And throw away the key
It takes a bad girl like you
To love someone like me
Not looking for redemption
It's much too late for me
The two of us together girl
Can set each other free
Children need a mother
Buts it's not the same for me
It takes a bad girl like you
To love someone like me
song performed by by Ub40
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Sonnet: The Young Widow
What will she do, the poor widow so young?
Her husband died by accident sudden!
The world will not keep quiet with its tongue;
It blamed the lady for the mishap then.
And now, a few years later, changed have things;
Nay, her agony always does remain;
Her daughter’s growing fast and problems brings;
Though now a doctor, life is sad again.
Society looks down upon a widow!
’Tis a male-dominated cruel world;
What treacherous plight for the lady, oh!
The world on widow-remarriage is cold.
How will she quench her sexual thirsts, O God?
Adulteress in life, she turned, O lord!
poem by John Celes
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If I Ever Marry, I'll Marry A Maid
If ever I marry, I'll marry a maid;
To marry a widow, I am sore afraid:
For maids they are simple, and never will grutch,
But widows full oft, as they say, know too much.
A maid is so sweet, and so gentle of kind,
That a maid is the wife I will choose to my mind
A widow is froward, and never will yield;
Or if such there be, you will meet them but seeld.
A maid ne'er complaineth, do what so you will;
But what you mean well, a widow takes ill:
A widow will make you a drudge and a slave,
And, cost ne'er so much, she will ever go brave.
A maid is so modest, she seemeth a rose
When it first beginneth the bud to unclose;
But a widow full-blowen full often deceives,
And the next wind that bloweth shakes down all her leaves.
The widows be lovely, I never gainsay,
But too well all their beauty they know to display;
But a maid hath so great hidden beauty in store,
She can spare to a widow, yet never be poor.
Then, if ever I marry, give me a fresh maid,
If to marry with any I be not afraid;
But to marry with any, it asketh much care;
And some bachelors hold they are best as they are.
poem by Anonymous Americas
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99 Times A Day
Every day she receives
the same 99 sms in her mobile
'Hi, what's up? Your husband'
The 99 sms he sends every day
only few of his yearning
to express how much he loves
the only woman in his life
She sometime replies to his message
sometime she doesn't
the husband starts thinking;
'Do I love her too much? '
The wife pisses off to death
the 99 sms doesn't allow her to sleep
she's really had hard time
to throw away his silly possessiveness
Husband and wife live with suspicious
guessing, and wondering each other
believing and trust is precious thing
Which cannot easily building in hours and days
poem by Nenden Suherni
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Husband's exit
Widow comes in existence with husband's exit
Painful memories to last with shaky feet
Whole life is in dark with no solution in sight
Life becomes burden and nothing goes right
Woman has some satisfaction if husband has gone away
He may return one day even if found another way
Widow is strictly not called with his exit from life
She stands legally as his estranged wife
Widower stage to felt if something is committed in excess
If husband is beating daily and provides no access
Sexual harassment followed by cruel treatment
Husband is buried alive in mind with resentment
It is living hell for woman to accept status of widow
No option is left for her to think of another window
It is dark future and unbelievable forecast for tomorrow
Nothing to think of world but keep quiet and lie low
Woman has tolerance power and world has acknowledged
She has come out of dark and at least without him managed
No one has dared to defy his womanhood for simple reason
That she is symbol of courage and well understood person
If men ever thinks that women can be played around
And desert them at will to be no where found
It is grave mistake and to be taken into count
Without woman it is almost difficult to mount
If woman is encouraged to show some guts
She may prove exceptionally talented figure, but
She has to be equally respected for her weak character
Now at least time has changed for her to show as formidable character
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I know my husband really loves me because he takes me to have ribs. He says I'm the only girl he ever took out who actually ate anything on her plate, as opposed to pushing it around.
quote by Julia Barr
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Better the second husband of a widow than the first.
The Black Widow
These words he speaks are true
We're all humanary stew if
We don't pledge allegiance to
The Black Widow
The horror that he brings
The horror of his sting
The unholiest of kings
The Black Widow
Our minds will be his toy
And every girl and boy will learn to be employed by
The Black Widow
Love him
Yes we love him
Love him
Yes we love him
He sits upon his throne and picks at all the bones of his
Husbands and his
Wives he's devoured He stares with a gleam
With a laugh so obscene at the virgins and the children
He's deflowered
Love him
Yes we love him
Love him
Yes we love him
Love me
Yes we love him
Our thoughts are hot and crazed
Our brains are webbed in haze
Of mindless senseless daze
The Black Widow
These words he speaks are true
We're all humanary stew
If we don't pledge allegiance to
The Black Widow
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Super Woman
She is very strong, does not complain about anything
she makes mistake, but still moving forward
Her husband is so proud of her
She takes responsibility husband home or not.
She did do all the paper works and gave her husband to sign.
She do everything, by herself. Everything
Super woman, who is like her?
She is every woman, wonder woman.
You know when you see her.
poem by Modupe Obatuyi
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Never marry a widow unless her first husband was hanged.
What Does it Takes
What does it takes
For me to be with you?
I will do anything to make you happy
If you give me a chance,
I will show you something that no other girls have
What does it takes
For me to have you in my arms?
I will change myself for you
How long will it take for you to say yes to me?
I will wait forever until you are with me
What does it takes
For me to be your girlfriend?
I will be that girl you looking for
You can just love me for who I'm
You see there something good happen
What does it takes
For me to have my dream guy?
I will not be like others girls you been with
Can you just admit to yourself that you are holding back on me and I'm Mrs. Right
What does it takes
For me to hold your hand, smile, laugh, and kiss?
I will not do anything wrong and cheat on you
You got to trust your heart and what you want
You should not care what others say and if their your friends they will eventually like me
What does it takes
For me to be your girlfriend?
I will be that girl you searching for
You can just love me for who I'm
You see there something good happen
What does it takes
poem by Christina Phan
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If you were a Song
If you were a song
youd be a beautiful symphony
with elegance style and class
a beauitful piece, timeless and smooth
the kind of girl all guys dream theyd had
a girl thats always smiling
even in the pouring rain
a girl that heals a broken heart
who takes away the pain
a girl who never complains
wehn the world and life gets tough
a girl who rolls with the punches
and takes the smooth with the rough
and a girl who I will care about
until the words just wont rhyme
a girl who is a beautiful star
that will forever shine
poem by Andrew Close
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Song For Heroes
Captain O’Hare was a mariner brave;
He refused to abandon his ship;
A hero, he sleeps in a watery grave—
And his widow is now Mrs. Bipp,
Haw! Haw!
His widow is now Mrs. Bipp!
Henri Dupont was a fearless young ace;
Five thousand feet up he was hit;
Each year on his grave pretty flowers we place—
And his widow is now Mrs. Schmitt,
Haw! Haw!
His widow is now Mrs. Schmitt!
Corporal Dunn was a volunteer bold;
He plunged in the deadliest fray;
A bayonet thrust laid him out stony cold—
And his widow is now Mrs. Gray,
Haw! Haw!
His widow is now Mrs. Gray!
But Peter McGuck was a cowardly sneak,
Like a hound he remained home in fear;
When fishing one day he fell into the creek—
And his widow is now Mrs. Greer,
Haw! Haw! Haw!
Mrs. William O’Houlihan Greer!
poem by Ellis Parker Butler
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The Black Knight's Song
Knight And Wamba
There came three merry men from south, west, and north,
Ever more sing the roundelay;
To win the Widow of Wycombe forth,
And where was the widow might say them nay?
The first was a knight, and from Tynedale he came,
Ever more sing the roundelay;
And his fathers, God save us, were men of great faine,
And where was the widow might say him nay?
Of his father the laird, of his uncle the squire,
He boasted in rhyme and in roundelay;
She bade him go bask by his sea-coal fire,
For she was the widow would say him nay.
Wamba
The next that came forth, swore by blood and by nails,
Merrily sing the roundelay;
Hur's a gentleman, God wot, and hur's lineage was of Wales,
And where was the widow might say him nay?
Sir David ap Morgan ap Griffith ap Hugh
Ap Tudor ap Rhice, quoth his roundelay;
She said that one widow for so many was too few,
And she bade the Welshman wend his way.
But then next came a yeoman, a yeoman of Kent,
Jollily singing his roundelay;
He spoke to the widow of living and rent,
And where was the widow could say him nay?
Both
So the knight and the squire were both left in the mire,
There for to sing their roundelay;
For a yeoman of Kent, with his yearly rent,
There never was a widow could say him nay.
poem by Sir Walter Scott
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Black Widow
I just love my nightmares
I cant wait to sleep
Enjoying all my dreams
Got no regrets
I can be a flash of lightning
Striking down on rocks
Burning down the law
Getting things I never got
Turning the world
Nothing unheard
One night can be more than a day
Just like a black widow
Like a black widow
I cant stand the dreamers
Scared of things that fly
They just have sweet fantasies
And fade and die
Nightmares - are so good, so good
And they always end just when they should
Nightmares are cool, nightmares are cruel
I love the fun and the thrill
Just like a black widow
Like a black widow
Black widow
Just like a black widow
Here comes the morning
And who can deny
Leaving the dream is so hard
I love my nightmares
I await their return
And this time, Im dressed to kill, dressed to kill
Just like a black widow............
song performed by by U. D. O.
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Learning from Her Painful
There is a widow
She is very old
She lives in a hut
with her third - sick son
Her skin and her old eyes
can not hide her painful heart
But she try to smile and
she try to make her face
look very fresh
She has a dream
A commonly dream
After Her husband passed away
for many years ago
She wants to make her children
Three gentleman and one girl
get a good education and
get a good job
But the happy moment
seems so far away go from her
She find her children with unhappy situation
Her eyes look sad
She is my mom
I feel guilty to find her become like this
But, i also a helpless woman
who needs to help a sick husband
Mom, i am sorry to make you feel this
Just pray for us, your children
So in your old days
we can make you smile again
Lord, please hear her pray
Illiterate daughter is just like a dumb animal at home
Illiterate daughter is just like a dumb animal at home
It is the fundamental duty of parents to educate her,
In modern society a job holder girl is welcome,
Now-a-days a boy wants to marry a job holder girl,
Illiterate girl has no place in modern society at all,
Life long in husband's house uneducated girl suffers,
In her life, lack of her education is the greatest fall,
Educated girl makes her children educated too,
And she leads a happy life here and there,
Both the famlies honour her to get her income,
Educated girl will be greeted in life every where,
Wherever she works her husband will come,
Her parents will be happy to see her full of gay,
Literate girl prays for her parents heartily every day.
poem by INDIA Mazid S Kazi
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Victorious if not meritorious.
A boy wooed a girl. No wonder.
A lord coaxed a maid. No wonder.
A man hooked an estranged woman
Or a widow is courted. No wonder.
Love between a widow and a widower
Sparks and so does the extra marital sex
When they have grown beyond the age..
A man past the age won the love of a woman, a young mother of rpute.
It is the wonder of wonders,
worth reminiscing and ruminating.
24.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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