The man who loses his wife for good cause cannot be called cuckold.
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Are You a Good Husband?
All married men want to be called a good husband
A good husband is a decent husband
Mr. Husband what you done to deserve this decency?
Has your wife ever referred to you as her good husband?
It is known that the eyes cannot see itself
Unless by reflection. Have you ever asked
Your wife for a performance appraisal
Honey, how did I perform last year?
On a scale of one to ten, one for very poor
Ten for excellent, how did I perform?
Your wife may think you are now on new drugs
If you receive less than six, you need to
Start fence mending before it is too late
A good husband sees his wife as his friend
A nice husband treats his wife as his lover
A decent husband regards his wife as a soul-mate
You should anticipate what your wife
Will need before she makes any request
By the way, have you ever bought a gift
For your wife without an occasion?
Do you have to wait for her birthday?
To inform her that she is very special to you?
Do you have to wait for your wedding anniversary?
To tell her that she is the best thing in your life
When last did you talk to your wife in-laws?
When last did you visit your wife in-laws?
What have you done to be called a good husband?
Ask for performance appraisal on a regular basis
Remember, if you make your wife happy
You will get happiness in return
poem by Julius Babarinsa
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He's a fool that marries, but he's a greater that does not marry a fool; what is wit in a wife good for, but to make a man a cuckold?
quote by William Wycherley
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He who loses wealth loses much; he who loses a friend loses more; but he that loses his courage loses all.
quote by Miguel de Cervantes
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Husband, you are a cuckold; wife, who told you so?
The lucky fellow loses his wife, the unlucky fellow loses his horse.
Do Not Jump Into Conclusion
do not jump into
a very bad conclusion that
the one who leaves
and who shall be considered
as the poem
called 'Good riddance'
is my wife
or my concubine
or my common-law-wife
or my girflfriend
or my housemaid,
as i am telling you,
she can be any woman of this world
she can be any wife of any husband
who knows the many versions of what a
departure can be
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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So I steal not.
Lust is untenable
To be stolen of, I want not;
To be beaten up, I want not;
So I beat not.
To be a cuckold, I want not;
But I cuckold.
Lust is untenable
08.05.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Who loses his honor loses a lot, who loses his faith, loses everything.
You Know Whats Sad
You know what's sad
When the system
Runs amuck
You know what's sad
When the governments
Says enough
You know what's sad
When the world
Ignores your prayers
You know what's sad
When a child
Loses their innocence
Through a hurtful
Thoughtless jerk
You know what's sad
When men
Can never be free
In there own wife's company
You know what's sad
When a mother
Loses her child
You know what's sad
When one you love
Can no longer breathe
You know what's sad
When a hungry child
Lives in poverty
You know what's sad
When no one care's
And they kill all your dreams
You know what's sad
When silence
Is your only friend
But despite all that
We all must live
With love, and respect
In harmony
Isn't that what's life suppose to be
poem by Kaila George
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My losses,
My loses,
My loses was with a call,
My losses was with a message,
My loses was with a man,
My loses came from them,
I made my loss that I was losing it,
Grab I to take away,
Losses that are so Dynamic,
My loss,
This is the loss that upon this soul,
My loses that I made it,
Loss it,
Iam losing that I may win,
Losing is the tight game,
Lose that is upon this soul,
Lose that I need to gain in profit,
Losers will fail,
Lose that I may win,
This is the calling of the lose,
That I may benefit,
Let me lose that I may win.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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Identity Crisis!
When born, I was called “baby”
And later they called me “Abby”
Within 5 years they called me “student”
And for 7 years, like that I spent
Then they called me “teen”
I loved it and felt like a queen
Then I was called “woman”
And those times, were the best
Then some one tied a knot and called me “wife”
I hated those times, it was horrible and gross
In years I became “mother”
It was beautiful but tough
Then being called “grandma”
My times got better and better
Then at last I was called “old”
And my body was frail and cold
All this time I wondered,
Where my identity has gone
Some where in the middle, I had lost it
Through the ages, I had a crisis
An identity crisis to say!
DECEMBER 23,2008
poem by Sania Harris
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Too Bad Too Sad
Once I had a girl
She called me on the phone
Said come on over honey
You know Im all alone
But when I got to her place
What I saw stopped me dead
She was standin with a shotgun
Pointed at my head
My my too bad too sad
My my too good to last
So Im cuttin out fast
Once I had a friend
We had a lot of laughs
He was all a friend could be
Knowin him was just a gas
One night I got home
He gave me one surprise
He was standin in a womans dress
Lashes on his eyes
My my too bad too sad
My my too good to last
So Im cuttinout fast
My, my, my
My, my, my
Had a pretty wife
She was all I could need
Gave me what I wanted
Never had to plead
One day a man called
And he put me wise
Shes doin the same thing
With ten other guys
My my too bad too sad
My my too good to last
So Im cuttinout fast
My my too bad too sad
My my too good to last
So Im cuttin out fast
My, my, my
My, my, my
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A Woman Called
A woman called for you today said Max’s wife.
Oh said Max who was she?
She didn’t say Max’s wife replied.
Well dames that don’t leave names
Aren’t worth worry over Max said
Lighting up a cigarette and sitting
In a chair by the window.
She seemed to know you Max’s wife stated stiffly
Seemed quite put out when I told her I was your wife.
Dames are always put out over something or other
Max said noticing his wife’s beauty spot
And how it moved as she spoke.
She was a brunette.
Ah a brunette huh?
Yes a brunette his wife said.
Well? She said after a minute’s pause.
New York’s full of brunettes.
This one came to the apartment and rang our bell
And stood at the door asking for Max.
There are plenty of men called Max in New York Honey he said
Comparing in his mind his wife and the brunette
He’d met at a bar the other night.
She seemed your type his wife said sulkily
The type that sways her hips and sticks out their ass.
Yes I know the type Max said and sighed
They can never leave me alone.
I tell them I am happily married to the best dame in New York
But they seem not to hear Max said
Watching smoke rise upwards.
Best dame in New York huh? His wife said.
Sure you are he said taking in his wife’s plump ass
Hanging over the side of the chair like melted cheese.
She smiled and said must have been a mistake
On her part coming here and asking for Max.
Sure it was Max said dames sometimes make mistakes
They have no sense of direction.
His wife smiled at him sexily hoping.
Max smiled back and hoped for erection.
poem by Terry Collett
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The whore fares
The whore is the woman
Who sells her body, not her heart.
In adultery, the woman
Sells, bodily or not, the very heart.
A cuckold is more ill fated
Than one whose wife was a whore.
24.11.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Man is a rational animal who always loses his temper when called upon to act in accordance with the dictates of reason.
quote by Orson Welles
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Man is a rational animal who always loses his temper when he is called upon to act in accordance with the dictates of reason.
quote by Oscar Wilde
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Mayra
I am very impressive and handsome,
Please will you be my wife?
I am a seer on your love and,
I need some answers from you;
Please will you be my wife?
I am the very one who can touch you in many ways,
And you are all that i need;
Please will you be my wife?
You are called Mayra and i need your love,
Please will you be my lover?
Kish, fish, dish!
You all that i want on this love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A leader who loses his connection to his people soon loses the ability to lead them.
quote by Robert Ley
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He who has two women loses his soul; he who has two houses loses his mind.
If we win, someone else loses. But if someone else loses, we lose. Which is a point we're not getting. The new spirituality will make this just painfully obvious.
quote by Neale Donald Walsch
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