25th November 2005
25th November 2005,
And there was a division and you made your choice;
For you are now far away from your lover,
But this is the very man you married.
You've got yourself a new room and a new bed,
And you've now separated yourself from your husband;
But how you you get babies without him? !
And one day, nature itself will teach you the truth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Mariam
Mariam my cousin,
You married on the 2nd of November 2008;
So, welcome into the Club of Married Couples.
Mariam my cousin,
You are a woman of substance to your husband and,
2nd November will be remembered always;
For the beauty of your shape is prepared for your husband.
Play the harp to lover and sing to him a song of joy!
Like Pharaoh's daughter being married to King Solomon.
You are like the four bronze wheels with their axles,
So be very nice to your husband at all times;
For the two tablets of stone is now formed into one.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Gloria
Two nations are in your womb and,
Two people will be separated from your body;
For your beauty is to your husband always.
Ishmayl became an archer and married a wife from Egypt,
But you are very loyal to your husband;
So be like the Tamarisk tree to satisfy him always.
Gloria, your love is like the cave of Kiryath Arba;
And you will enjoy the fruits of your toils all day long.
Rise and learn and arise to the love of your husband,
For we all need partners in this world.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Love Story(9) (Life Brightened By Many Husbands)
She is a 107-year-old woman.
4 years ago, she was married to her 22nd husband.
Now she feels so insecure
cos he might leave her for a new lover.
Now she is seeking her 23rd new man
though she is wrinkle-faced centenarian.
She holds the worlds' most married record
by tying and untying the marital knot.
Without a husband, she feels so forlorn
so seeking a new one never adjourned.
Suppose She Cannot Live By Trust
She married him for love alone he seemed a charming man
And she told her friends the World's greatest husband is my Stan
But love is blind or so they say which in her case is so true
And there is more far more to love than saying I love you.
He told her he loved her many times but words not hard to say
And after eight months of marriage he left her for some one new life often is that way
His little son who turned three in early February
He has not met and it would seem he has no desire to see.
With a married man she is having a clandestine affair
The husband of a friend of her's though with her one secret she will not share
That her husband with her is having his quiet bit on the side
By such secrets when they are leaked friendships have been destroyed.
What her ex husband has done to her to her friend she now do
Suppose she cannot live by trust if trust she never knew
Suppose she could find a single man to fulfil her sexual need
But she does not need one without ties for her that to love might lead.
And that to hurt again could lead by love she has been hurt before
And the burned child she dreads the fire she won't go back for more
She plays tennis with her lover's wife but to her she never say
Your husband he made love to me in my bedroom yesterday.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Facing the Truth of Your Lies
Back in September of 2004 -
A couple of months after
My short stay in the hospital
For severe depression -
I tried to contact you to see
If you still missed me,
As you rudely told me
To leave you alone,
That you were married
And had moved, had your
Last name changed to
Your new husband's
And were expecting
A brand new child.
Two years later I learn
The truth through none
Other than that fake 'husband'
Of yours, who posted a message
In one of his hosting forums
Back in 2005 when he was 19
And you were 28.
And so I face the truth, that
You wanted me to face
So much - the truth that
You were always lying
To me and to others
About who you really are -
An insecure and confused
Woman with two children
Without a real father.
No, you were never married
To that geek, who's so good
With computers, who
Drives around fixing other
People's technical problems,
Putting 8-9 hours each day
And not going to school,
To support you and your
Two kids, who are not even
His in a biological or
Legal sense.
For you two were 'living in sin'
Together, as he puts it,
Being 'disowned' by the
Majority of his family
And his manipulative
Mother, who was using
Him to get back at his father.
Well, it looks like he traded
His mother for a new one,
Who's just as manipulative
And conniving.
And I wonder what you do
When he's not around?
Do you stay at home and
Play a fake 'good wife'?
Or do you explore new men
And new options?
Oh yes,
He calls you his fiancée now -
After two years of living together -
But knowing you, I wonder
If you really want to get
Married and miss a chance
That something better comes
Along?
Well, I wish you luck in
Your decision, but I
Just want to say that
I loved you even if I was
A fool to believe you.
March 30,2006
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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The Separated Women
THE Separated Women
Go lying through the land,
For they have plenty dresses,
And money, too, in hand;
They married brutes and drunkards
And blackguards “frightful low”,
But why are they so eager
For all the world to know?
The shamed and ill-used woman
Who really longs to die,
She slaves at home in silence
And hides her poor black eye!
She lives a life of terror
Eased off at times in woe—
But why is she so frightened
That any one might know?
The Separated Woman
She rushes to the court,
Sad, shabby and pathetic,
Or flaunting or distraught;
The real wronged wife would rather
Lose both eyes and her hair—
She swears a lie to save him
When he is taken there.
The Separated Woman
She mostly goes the same,
Bag-woman, sham-nurse, “pretty”,
Or on her husband’s name;
The real loafed-on woman,
With courage almost grim,
“Goes out” and takes in washing
To keep the kids—and him.
The Separated Woman—
I knew her course so well:
“The Stage”, then first-class barmaid,
Then third-class bar—and hell:
And “hell” means all things vicious
That prey upon the town
(She wishes her poor husband
Had sometimes knocked her down).
Masseur and manicurist,
Or anything by chance,
They vilify their husbands—
And draw the maintenance.
Sham artists, “music teachers”—
Oh! they are flinty nuts!
Their friends are man-shaped crawlers
And lower than the dust.
The separated “Monsters”
Are missing from the tale—
They seem to have cleared out—or,
Perhaps they are in gaol.
The separated husband
Is heard of here and there,
A mild and decent citizen
And mostly bowed with care.
The Separated Women,
When upset in the track,
Are often very eager
To take the “Monster” back.
They’ve moved all hell to crush him
And, startled, find too late
The Monster’s grown content with
The separated state.
poem by Henry Lawson
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He Wasnt Man Enough
Darkchild oh yeah
Toni braxton oh
Ha ha uh huh
Yeah uh uh
Darkchild yeah
Who do you think I am
Dont you know that he was my man
But I chose to let him go
So why do you act like I still care about him
Looking at me like Im hurt
When Im the one who said I didnt want it to work
Dont you forget I had him first
Whatcha thinking
Stop blaming me
He wasnt man enough for me
If you dont know now heres your chance
Ive already had your man
Do you wonder just where hes been yeah
And Id be worried about him
Now its time you know the truth
I think hes just the man for you
What are you thinking
Do you know about us back then
Do you know I dumpedyour husband
Girlfriend
Im not thinking bout him
But you married him
Do you know I made him leave
Do you know he begged to stay with me
He wasnt man enough for me
Didnt he tell you the truth
If not then why dont you ask him
And maybe you could be more into him
Instead of worrying bout me
And hopefully you wont find
All of the reasons why his love didnt count
And why we couldnt work it out
Whatcha thinking
Stop blaming me
He wasnt man enough for me
If you dont know now heres your chance
Ive already had your man
Do you wonder just where hes been yeah
And Id be worried about him
Now its time you know the truth
I think hes just the man for you
What are you thinking
Do you know about us back then
Do you know I dumpedyour husband
Girlfriend
Im not thinking bout him
But you married him
Do you know I made him leave
Do you know he begged to stay with me
He wasnt man enough for me
What are you thinking
Do you know about us back then
Do you know I dumpedyour husband
Girlfriend
Im not thinking bout him
But you married him
Do you know I made him leave
Do you know he begged to stay with me
He wasnt man enough for me
So many reasons why our love is through
What makes you think hell be good to you
It makes no sense
cause he will never change
Girl you better recognize the game
What are you thinking
Do you know about us back then
Do you know I dumpedyour husband
Girlfriend
Im not thinking bout him
But you married him
Do you know I made him leave
Do you know he begged to stay with me
He wasnt man enough for me
song performed by by Toni Braxton
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There is nothing truer than truth. All the mistakes committed by great artists are due to their having separated themselves from truth, believing that their imagination is stronger... There is nothing stronger than nature. With nature in front of us we can do everything well.
quote by Joaquín Sorolla
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Elizabeth Tailor no more
Born in Briton and settled in America,
Elizabeth Tailor breathed her last at her Seventy nine in twenty eleven.
She acted as Cleopatra with
Richard Burton as Julius Caesar.
They fell for each other and married.
Twice her husband from her six,
He remained her ardent lover through out.
An Oscar awardees twice, she had been
Heart broken that he couldn’t get one.
She stands out in that though she married
Seven times she hasn’t slept with men
Whom she had not married, a status
Of which her four children can be proud.
27.03.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Where Do Babies Come From? -Mother to Daughter
She turns 11 tomorrow.
and she says to me:
'Do babies come really
from there? '
That finger was much too low;
not my belly
but way below
and I froze-
between the lie
and her need to know
truth.
She,
eyes wide
'do they really come
from your thingie? '
I said
'yes, but...'
She interrupted
eyes wide
'but that's too small'
I could she her measuring
a little baby
with her tiny thingie
and she asked
'how can it come out?
'
'It'll stretch' I said
'don't worry
people have babies every day.'
'Did you stretch? ' she said.
'Yes, I did and you came out fine.'
Her eyes darted low
trying to visualize.
'Did it hurt? '
'Well yes but you know dear
I had some drugs and it was ok.
'
'Like aspirin? '
'Yes, sort of like aspirin but
much stronger.'
'So is there is pain..nnn? '
She stretched the word out.
'Yes, there is
but aspirin drugs
make it so it is not so bad.'
She said
'And that's because it goes inside? '
'What? '
'The baby comes because the boy's
thingie
goes inside your thingie? '
'Goes inside? '
I said
'Yes, does the boy thingie go inside the girl's thingie?
Inside' she repeated for emphasis.
'Well yes, if they are in love. That should only happen if they
are in love and married.'
'Oh.'
'If they are not married or in love does that mean a baby won't come? '
'Well, yes a baby can come even if they are not married or in love.'
'Mom' she said her eyes really wide. It goes inside? '
'Yes, '
'Does it hurt? '
'Well at first, it does hurt but after a while it feels good.'
'After a while-'
You mean you have to do it again so as to make it stop hurting? '
No, not exactly, I mean after a while you get used to it and it doesn't hurt.'
'What does it feel like? '
Huh? Feel like?
'Feel like, you know, feel like.'
'Oh, ' I said 'that is very private.
Only you and your husband should know
what it feels like but I can tell you it is very special.
A very special feeling
unlike any thing in the world.'
'Anything in the world? '
Yes, very special. It is God's way of making a baby and you know how
special babies are.'
She nodded.
And so my daughter learned from me
what her biology was telling her,
what those feelings inside meant
and I pray she has her special day,
her special tomorrow
with something special
that she will recall from me.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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At Home
At home
Wife was
Fighted every time...
With his husband...
One day husband
Run to girl friend too
Love married...?
The wife
Fighted for dog
And his children....
Husband happy
For newely married...!
Tommrow lot of fights
Thear enjoy...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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The maid-servant
My poverty made me fall in love with a good maid-servant
I wanted to marry her but my family didn't grant
They separated us and confined me in a room
But still she wanted me as her beloved bridegroom
I had neither cell phone nor internet
I was unemployed and like a poor pet
One day she said to them I called her over phone
That made me annoyed and made me like a stone
She told them the lie to make them realize
She is my love she is apple of my eyes
Then my dad beat me up with his slipper
But still I dream of her as my lover
poem by Asif Andalib
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Tortured Nature
Nature must be love
It is made by god above
Nature is in place
Nature is always with grace
The nature is green
It is colorful when seen
Nature is serene
It is peaceful ever seen
But people is bad
They make mother nature mad
When nature gets mad
It feels like the wrath of god
Disaster of nature
Is enough of your torture
Nature is flower
It gives love like a lover
poem by Ronald Jay Fiesta
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Rick and Vernie's Wedding
My brother and Vernie got married on the 25th of September.
Their wedding is an occurrence that I will always remember.
When they said their vows, my dad wiped tears from his eyes.
He was so touched to see his son get married that he cried.
Rick declared his love on the day when he married Vernie.
They'll be together for life and it will be a fantastic journey.
My brother has two stepsons and their names are Will and J.T.
Rick took his lovely bride on our parents 45th anniversary.
It's great to know that these two are together.
Their love for each other will truly last forever.
(DEDICATED TO MR. AND MRS. RICK JOHNSON WHO GOT MARRIED SEPTEMBER 25,2010.)
poem by Randy Johnson
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My Wife’s Second Husband
THE WORLD goes round, old fellow,
And still I’m in the swim,
While my wife’s second husband
Is growing old and grim.
I meet him in the city—
It all seems very tame—
He glances at me sometimes
As if I were to blame.
Oh, my wife’s second husband
Was handsome, young and true;
He had his boyish visions
(I had my visions too).
He made a model lover—
The greenest in the game—
They say, when I was married
That I was just the same.
Though I am ten years older
My hair is dark to-day,
While my wife’s second husband
Is quickly growing grey.
I drank when first he knew me,
And he drank not at all;
I see that he, through drinking,
Is going to the wall.
A sweet ill-treated woman,
A drunken brute (Good Lord!)—
Ah, well, she got her freedom,
And he got his reward.
He’ll fight it out a season,
For Fate will not be forced,
But my wife’s second husband
Shall surely be divorced.
I sympathize, and wonder
What mutual friends would think
If my wife’s second husband
And I should have a drink.
And I a mere bystander—
It almost seems absurd—
Might lay prophetically
My hand on my wife’s third.
But my wife’s second husband
His sorrows shall forget,
We’ll clasp warm hands in friendship
And clink our glasses yet.
We’ll smoke cigars together,
In pure philosophy,
While calmly contemplating
The fate of number three.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Down Lo Ho (Interlude)
Featuring The Refugee All Stars
I wanna dedicate this song,
gone til november,
to all you ladies out there,
crying all alone in your room,
and all you fellas,
goin down south, and not making it back,
may the lord bless your soul.
Every time I make a run,
girl you turn around and cry,
I ask myself why oh why,
see you must understand,
I cant work a 9 to 5,
so ill be gone til november,
said ill be gone til november,
ill be gone til november,
you tell my girl ill be gone til november,
ill be gone til november,
ill be gone til november,
you tell my girl ill be gone til november,
janurary, feburary, march, april, may,
I see you crying but girl i cant stay,
ill be gone til november,
ill be gone til november,
and give a kiss to my mother,
girl I gotta leave please dont cry,
when I come back you know the limits the sky,
ill take you out to dinner to your favorite spot,
fejuion and fateesion just to get you high,
drive by movies by the cemetary,
if my corps could talk then i'd tell him I was sorry,
life stories of the rich and famous,
some guy with the name some guy name less,
every time I make a run,
girl you turn around and cry,
I ask myself why oh why,
see you must understand,
I cant work a 9 to 5,
so ill be gone til november,
said ill be gone til november,
ill be gone til november,
you tell my girl ill be gone til november,
ill be gone til november,
ill be gone til november,
you tell my girl ill be gone til november,
janurary, feburary, march, april, may,
I see you crying but girl I cant stay,
ill be gone til november,
ill be gone til november,
yo give a kiss to my mother,
we are none had to do some,
so im knocking on h
song performed by by Wyclef Jean
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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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Married Couple
Your sheep is a different breed in this town,
And you sleep in a different bedroom from your husband;
But yet still you call yourselves married couple.
When are the babies coming in when you people sleep in different rooms? !
For you are married couple but, you do sleep in different rooms;
And under the same roof the sun shines on you all! !
But this very act is noted because of the breed of your sheep in this town.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Lover Lover Lover
I asked my father,
I said, father change my name.
The one Im using now its covered up
With fear and filth and cowardice and shame.
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.
He said, I locked you in this body,
I meant it as a kind of trial.
You can use it for a weapon,
Or to make some woman smile.
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.
Then let me start again, I cried,
Please let me start again,
I want a face thats fair this time,
I want a spirit that is calm.
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.
I never never turned aside, he said,
I never walked away.
It was you who built the temple,
It was you who covered up my face.
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.
And may the spirit of this song,
May it rise up pure and free.
May it be a shield for you,
A shield against the enemy.
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.
song performed by by Leonard Cohen
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Married Men
(bugatti - musker)
Producers for bonnie: ronnie scott, steve wolfe
Bonnie recorded this song in 1979 for the film the world is full of married men. the lyrics are taken from the japanese single.
The world is full of married men
With wives who never understand
Theyre looking for someone to share
The excitement of a love affair
Just as soon as they find you
They wine you and dine you
You fly on the wings of romance
But in the eyes of the world
Youre just another crazy girl
Who loves a married man
Oh your love is a secret
And youve got to keep it
As long as you can
No dont cry for your lover
Theres always another married man
The world is full of married men
Oh yeah you make him feel so young
But his wife will still be number one
He promises to marry you
Just as soon as his divorce
Comes through
And its not just a fling
He swears its the real thing
A love that could last till the end
As hes driving away
You know its true what they say
About married men
They do it, they do it, they do it
They do it again and again
They do it, they do it, they do it
They do it, married men
Oh hell run when the scandal
Gets too hot to handle
Hell say I just want to be friends
They hell walk out of your life
Hell go home to his wife
cause hes a married man
Oh your love is a secret
And youve got to keep it
As long as you can
No dont cry for your lover
Theres always another married man
The world is full of married men
They do it, they do it, they do it
They do it again and again
They do it, they do it, they do it
They do it, married men
Hell walk out of your life
And go home to his wife
A married man
Dont cry for your lover
Theres always another married man
They do it, they do it, they do it
They do it again and again
They do it, they do it, they do it
They do it, married men....repeat and fade
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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