Mating Menu
MATING MENU
Edward Iacona
Looks, position and some wealth are
The main dishes on the dating platter.
And if one has the last one as a rich dessert.
The first two courses won't much matter.
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VORTEXT
Edward Iacona
In math it's taught Pi R Square
But this is what I've found
No matter how you slice it
Pi is usually round.
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Time Tells True
TIME TELLS TRUE
Edward Iacona
There's a popular time worn belief
That older people have a hunger
To date or have a relationship with
A person that's much younger.
At the risk of sounding sarcastic,
There may be a concern to mount.
That, "Age is just a number" relates
To what is in one's bank account.
Now, dear reader, don't be incensed
This is not a common deception.
For significant other age differences
There is many a joyful exception.
When dating someone much younger
I think that I might truly balk,
Not because of others opinions
Or, for people that might gawk.
Not to worry about those intimate times,
Though the pace may have slowed to a walk
But eventually the age difference may tell
When to each other you'll need to talk.
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Off The Hook
OFF THE HOOK
Edward Iacona
My kids don't like fish very much
But I could not be happier.
They aren't eating at home tonight
So I'll make Salmon or Tilapia.
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The Blame Game
THE BLAME GAME
Edward Iacona
When choosing a different life path
One may not get just what they thought.
Even Columbus wound up somewhere
Other than where he sought.
She demanded her new journey
As her family begged her, 'No! '
And as witnesses to her false words and deeds,
She is reaping what she did sow.
One is accountable for their actions,
And with all due respect,
No matter books read and voices heard,
What the heck did she expect?
So here's a murderous little metaphor
That could be defended with vigor,
When someone gets shot; do you blame the gun,
Or the one who pulled the trigger?
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The 'l' Word
At one time she said, 'I love you'
But not now the way her life leans.
She no longer wants to say that phrase;
Wondering what it really means.
'Love' is only the English word that's
Felt the same in every nation.
She may be bi-lingual but for her,
This word loses in the translation.
Though this word has hurt us both,
Neither she nor I disdain it.
So, in trying to lay aside her fears
I'll endeavor to explain it.
For the word 'love' most writers,
Do not seem to lack words
But, I think I can examine it
By looking at it backwards.
Spelled in reverse it's 'evol' and
No matter what book you bring
If you search for the definition,
It doesn't mean anything.
But if you add two letters
Specifically 'V' and 'E'
It will now spell 'evolve',
Important in being a 'we'.
To evolve is a great concept
As love rises in the caring heart
But, here is the main caveat
To grow together and never apart.
More than some fancy word play,
It’s a recipe clear and true
That the menu of life can change if
The ingredients are the right two.
For Yana
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Ter-mights?
TER-MIGHTS?
Edward Iacona
It's a very frustrating feeling,
When one can enjoy some "SALSA",
If one needs to come up with Oak
And all one has is Balsa.
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You're Toast
YOU'RE TOAST
Edward Iacona
When it comes to getting married
There is this lesson to learn,
Beware of toasting flutes that say,
"To Whom It May Concern".
Another version that can cause stress
Or might leave one quite perplexed,
Would be the matched pair of glasses
That refers to you as, "NEXT".
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So, What's Noose?
SO, WHAT'S NOOSE?
Edward Iacona
There's a magazine about weddings
That is named, "THE KNOT".
It has articles about marriage
And bridal fashions that are hot
There's focus on the Bride - to - be
And about having her special day.
Here's pre-marital advice for the grooms,
Is just leave off the "K"
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Oy! Me Faithful
OY! YE FAITHFUL
Edward Iacona
The tree is down, the decorations stored
And a new year has come at last.
The celebrations are all over,
It's officially, Christmas past.
A gift one desires is always great
But in taking some poetic license,
What I wish for most of all
Would be her Christmas presence
She left us for her new age dreams
While we get along to the best of our ability.
Will she ever realize the harm she's done?
Well, there is always the possibility.
Someday she might just see the light,
And want to return as wife and mom.
And that to me will surely be
The best Christmas yet to come.
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Just Kidding!
JUST KIDDING
Edward Iacona
The amount of children a family has
Brings an historical fascination.
From the 1700's to the present day
Regardless of the nation.
Judging from all the coverage,
On TV and in magazines,
Having many children now,
Is still odd, or so it seems.
There are interviews and reality shows,
They are the darlings of the media.
From the Dionne's to the 'Octomom',
They are all on Wikipedia.
It is the considered opinion,
Of this thoughtful New Yorker,
That the reason these gals have so many kids,
UIs that they are the victims of a 'storker'.
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Dis Duh Season
DIS DUH SEASON
Edward Iacona
Christmas season now starts before Halloween
And there is really no treat, just a trick of it.
The stores put out all those Christmas things
Thinking customers would like the first pick of it.
Shall we be thankful for that in November?
‘Cause by then we’re all in the thick of it.
The songs, the lights, the huge shopping crowds
And displays which have every Saint Nick of it.
No wonder by the time Christmas finally comes
Many people are just pretty much sick of it.
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A Singular Blessing
A SINGULAR BLESSING
Edward Iacona
This blessing is for those of us
Who have surely felt bereft.
From losing one so close and loved
That changed their heart and left.
For those that felt their soul mate
Made vows they would never renege.
For experiencing our legal system
That costs an arm and a leg.
For losing the things that brought you joy
Including old records pressed in vinyl.
May you win millions in the lottery,
After your divorce is final.
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Check - Mate
CHECK - MATE
Edward Iacona
It came in a business envelope
That bore my lawyer's name.
It arrived without any fanfare.
And without any acclaim.
Inside it was the end result
Of a sad and expensive game.
It contained the official decree
That snuffed out a former flame.
It said nothing of the heartbreak,
Brought by her lying, cheating or blame.
It just said our divorce was finalized
With dispassionate words to proclaim.
And with the included stipulations
A new life is not the same.
Now there's only looking forward.
For to recapture the past there's no aim.
One would think such a valued document
Would be made more suitable to frame.
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Emotional Holiday
NOTE: Sometimes one just needs a 'me' day escape the daily stress. Here is a little poem just waiting for the right greeting card....
EMOTIONAL HOLIDAY
Edward Iacona
On this Emotional Holiday
It is time to take a rest
From all the pressure that is life
That just might get you stressed.
Never mind the constant running
From pillar and to post.
Time to stop the pedaling
And just lean back and coast.
There are forces out there
That can turn your spirit to toast
So, sip some wine and smile,
For those that love you most.
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A Sign Of My Times
A SIGN OF MY TIMES
Edward Iacona
While walking through the shopping mall
Just because I was bored.
I looked at all the things on sale,
That I could not afford.
There were signs upon some items,
On sale that enticed to buy.
Showing both the price that 'WAS' and now 'IS'
That caught my thoughtful eye.
Those signs show one the savings
But to my saddened point of view,
Within the depths of my real life,
The opposite is also true.
There was a marriage, home and family,
With ups and downs galore.
A union of love and soul mates
But what 'WAS'....'IS' no more.
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A Song Of The Ages
A SONG OF THE AGES
Edward Iacona
There is a popular mind set,
That on some level might be true,
That when a woman gets older
Her mate will bid her adieu.
There are no doubt many reasons
For this possible lack of satisfaction,
Maybe one could be her preoccupation
With, 'The Power of Attraction'.
Maybe she could consider this
Before she starts meditating,
That her mate would be receptive
To some real communicating.
Yes, there can be many reasons why
Younger women may have appeal.
It is not just the physical thing
That initiates the male zeal.
The idea of a younger woman
Has an up side just because all
Of the peace and possibilities of a gal
That's further away from menopausal.
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A Rocky Road
A ROCKY ROAD
Edward Iacona
My darling sent this quote to me.
She wrote it down in Latin,
A Language that one does not hear
Even in Mid-Town Manhattan.
"Per aspera ad astra."
Means, with loose translation,
"A rough road leads to the stars",
Which I read with fascination.
Our challenge is one of distance
And not one of direction.
We require something more tactile
And not of Astral Projection.
Bureaucracy may blow us,
Like the wind does to a feather
We may become re-directed
Within this world to the nether.
We shall try to stay the course
In bad and stormy weather.
Then to explore our new universe
As it should be... together!
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Reality
While
Courting
And dating
We look for
Similarities
After
Marriage
A nd
Mating
All the
Differences
Crop up ;)
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No Matter
No matter what your resume might say
No matter your belief or to what GOD you pray
No matter the languages that you might speak
No matter the lessons that you might teach.
No matter the words that you might use
No matter your occupation or the work you do
No matter the schooling or the degrees you have
No matter the pot holes that's in your path.
No matter the places that you had lived
No matter the gifts that you did give
No matter your wealth whether your rich or poor
No matter if you speak quietly or speak with a roar.
No matter the clothes that you wear
No matter the color or the length of your hair
All that matters is your actions and your deeds
As they speak louder, and to them, man will heed.
Randy L. McClave
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Thanksmisgivings
THANKSMISGIVINGS
Edward Iacona
There's a little tradition on Thanksgiving
In which the family and each guest
Takes a turn before the dinner
To tell how their lives are blessed.
Each person speaks of gratitude
Within their minds reflection
As she listens and waits what does she think
In her personal introspection.
Does she give thought to her family
Once united, happy and strong.
Or a single thought to her husband
And how she did them wrong.
Details here are unimportant,
As our hurt remains inside.
Does she have any accountability
To consider how she lied.
If there's a mental inquisition
If recent past comes to her minds door...
My question ends with a preposition
What could she be thankful for?
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