Golden Page
Husband is rare animal
Wife may feel happiness on his arrival
He is only cute and obeying pet
Obliges all the requests and let
What does she do then?
Looks after all small needs even
Fine gesture when leaves home
In the evening at gate to welcome
She knows husband is pipeline
Her only way for survival and lifeline
She can’t force any sideline
As he has already drawn the line
What compels them not to divide?
Care for each other and provide
All comforts and solace in grief
Keep relations sweet and still brief
Rather to be happy for kin
Both are happy and very keen
It is reflected and seen
The world had nicely been
They are indeed
A bridge in need
What they are really expected?
Sentiments and love for each other respected
Wife may look like knife
Double edged weapon to create strife
Still eager for peace
As life to be spent at ease
Let all wives come on stage
Celebrate the occasion with advancement of age
Write with golden words about nice cage
Make all borderlines glitter with golden page
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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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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Pretty woman
Pretty woman.
But wife is beautiful.
Pretty woman is hot.
But wife is the sexiest.
Pretty woman is just for sex.
But a wife is to make love.
Wife is a forbidden fruit.
To you and all.
and wife is more caring.
Be at home and by her husband.
and wife is the husband diamond.
And the husband love making love to her.
That no other women can.
Make him feel so good.
and her husband always in love.
With her.
And wife is the husband success.
Loving and warm full happiness.
She bears our children. And
She is the most gifted darling.
poem by See Fee Lee
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Family life
At home
Husband
And wife...
Some time fighting...
Word's to words...
With bad words...
Sometime hit
The husband wife
Mistakes...
Wife was crying...
Husband was woory...
Wife also
Lovingely hit...
Husband also take easy...
At night husband
Wanted wife
For sex...
Wife will say
Backpain acting
Going for
Hear with life
Every day
At familylife...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Reciprocal Relationship
Wife and husband
reciprocate through love
as a centrifugal force
that settles only
to one another
Wife and husband
reciprocate through understanding
as a bonding conduit
to overrule electrifying
disagreements
Reciprocating wife and husband
make love and understanding
as best way of communication
that sustain the romance
and lasting relationship
When reciprocating collapses
between a husband and wife
romantic expression ceases
and the marital connection
becomes sour and arid
Reciprocating with each other
through love and understanding
builds up stronger foundation
as contented wife and husband
blessed with happy marriage
poem by Marvin Brato Sr
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A Brief History Of Modern Warfare Vis-a-Vis Men And Woman
The Evolutionary War Wife: Wife created in likeness of diety, concludes husband descended from ape.
The Uncivil Wife War: Slave man uprises against cruel evil owner.
The First World War Wife: The wife to end all wives. War declared. It ended.
Wife World War Two: No peace in our time. After years of conflict, loser Wife passes Marital Martial Plan. Husband gives all money to rebuild loser.
The Korean Police Action Wife: Too much action. Wife calls police. Peace breaks out after divorce.
The War Wife From Southeast Asia: Linga, linga ling, ling, ling, ling, ling. It's over.
The Islamic War Wife: Husband refuses to submit. Jihad finally forces him to knees. He prays it will end soon.
poem by Bob Eichen
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Her Love For A Pet Lioness
She loves of act in strangeness, in imagination,
She boils herself to be a connoisseur of an animal life,
And asked her husband, “I want have a pet lioness.”
Her husband, being puzzled with her thronging zeal,
Questioned her, “Better I can purchase a dog for you,
And dog is more comfortable for taking care of as pet.”
She does not pay heed to her husband’s requests,
And on more wondrous way, defends her necessity,
Expressing more plethora for love of a pet lioness,
That she wants to hold her cause to establish that
She wants to draw something new in wilderness,
That has a replication on the lioness manifestoes,
And she says to him, she cannot sit in a bathtub
In cool condition to be pretty one for the emancipation
And as she has suitable money in her bank account,
That is financed by her husband’s income,
She has only the consent of the husband to fulfill the idea.
Her husband being vexed with such a taste of life,
Does not question more, and constructed one big cage
In the corner of his garden having a concrete boundary,
That he preserved for making it a lawn tennis ground,
And the new structure is surrounded by steel structure,
And seeing this, she feels happiness, as her husband
Is a God gift to her, and he is right person to be a hubby.
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On the first day, she fears to enter the big cage,
Wherein the cute baby lioness is kept with care,
And in the greatness, of her hubby’s choice,
A caretaker old man is appointed to look after properly,
For the baby animal, and this makes she feels gratitude,
As her husband is so caring to her, and her choice to pet lioness.
And she decides to love him more than
What she has given so long in bed and in bathing time.
And it is his turn to seek all these sensation from her.
With the lioness she is so careful with everything
Like its eating habits, its sincere acquaintance with her,
It sleeping habits, its soft flinging paws around her neck,
Its licking her palms, hands, and cute eyes, its looks,
Its sentimental feelings, moving of its tail, its sound of
Breathing, - all are her goodly choice of favorite,
And she passes most of time with the new pet tigress,
And the caretaker man is mainly busy with maintain
All the surroundings inside and outside the cage clean,
And making food, bringing food staff of the pet tigress.
She wants to make her home a paradise
Where pet lioness is the life’s resources of spirits,
As the jangle’s majesty empire need not to stay at jungles
Human being can deal the behavior its delight.
A ground of triumph for coexistence of human and animal,
The extreme of habitation in earth’s bliss of live and life,
Having one breath and one feeling of seasons,
And she wants to discover the life of perfection
And line of pleasure, and she tries to make home’s cage
A nature’s bounty in confirmation of having
Habitat for the young lioness, and she wants to feel
Always an establishment of love and life, more place
For its living in the her close life so that it can feel
The music of its environment of living echo jungle notes,
And a river to make a life for this young animal,
And planting of trees around the cage, and making
Green palaces so that her pet can sleep in jangle’s shade,
A perfect long line, dawn and dusk inhabiting jungle park,
That is build in her house to favor her delight,
And she would request her husband to make a choral sharp,
As if her pet can feel the golden life in jungle empiric counts,
In her home and she does not want to leave the pet alone.
And when she says her desire about making a jungle look
Around the cage, he only says, “For one baby lioness,
It is not necessary, dear. I only say, I love
the fresh woods and pastures, to be around my home, but
let me have my lawn tennis ground as my favorite one.”
She naturally does not object to his love, and stays milder way.
poem by Asim Kumar Paul
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The Adulterous Wife
As her Children sleep in their bed
While her husband lays down his sleepy head
She quietly gets up and starts continuing her lies,
As this is the story, of the Adulterous wife.
She lies and cheats and do the sins that she shouldn't,
Sadly though, this isn't the first time for this woman
As in her past she has done this all before
Sadly her husband didn't know, that he had married a whore.
As when he is at work, she was never at home
And when her girl's slept, she was never alone
She lied and cheated and used her husband for a price
As this is the story of the Adulterous wife.
She sneaks out of the house whenever she can
So she can jump in the bed of another man
He then uses her, and then she lies to him
But neither can lie to GOD, when their beginning becomes their end.
And when her daughter's get older and they feel the strife
I wander if they will be like their mother, the adulterous wife
She argues and fights with her husband all the time
Loyalty and love to her husband has been left far behind.
The vow she swore to GOD she has broke it once again
Now she is a marked woman, in front of women and men
She has affairs with her lovers, that only the devil could believe
Asking them to come and rescue her, and set herself free.
She is never happy unless she is in another mans bed
Only happiness she brings that man, is when he is dead
She tells her lies and say all her men of hers are abusers
But she never let them know, that she is but a user.
And she'll keep her lies from yesterday unto today
And while she sins, other men lay down to pray
How sad it is to live that type of sinful life
But this is the true story of the Adulterous wife.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Togetherness Is Gone
My wife,
Stop cleaning the house
Please come here
To accompany me
My husband,
The house is dirty
We aren't able to pay the maid
You've already retired
My wife,
Don't cook
It's a holiday
Let us eat outside the home
My husband,
Don't eat outdoors
We need efficient
You've already retired
My wife,
Let's keep me company
Why the rush to sleep
It's still early
My husband,
I have to get up early
To clean the house
And prepare breakfast
My wife,
I have to go this morning
My friends were waiting
Long we don't meet
My husband,
Be careful on the road
Greetings for your friends
But, why not breakfast?
My wife,
You have fallen asleep last night
I see you sleeping soundly all
I don't have the heart to wake you
My husband,
I'm sorry
I don't welcome you home
But, why should sleep on the sofa?
My wife,
I have to go again
I have social activities
With my old friends
My husband,
Don't forget dinner at home
You look very dapper
Although not wear perfume
My wife,
sorry, we were very busy
I had dinner with friends
Happy dinner, dear
My husband,
I woke up too early
But you're not at home
Where are you?
My wife,
I came home at midnight
I have to go early in the morning
I don't have the heart to wake you
My husband,
I just finished washing clothes
I've found the clothes that you wear today
But, why the smell of perfume?
poem by Hasanudin Sofyan
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Home Alone Happy Without Working Computer
Home alone happy without working computer
I take my pen in hand
And slowly write these words –
Let the world click and paste and post
I am out of it for now-
I have before me an evening of any book I like
Of any page I want to write
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Peace of Mind is one place of attention at a time-
Here weighing each word as I write
I am at home with my inner self-
I hear my own thoughts
I correct them at my own pace.
So many words and so many pages
Have been written in my life-
Now in this one
I am wholly at home
Peaceful, quiet happy
Each word a small blessing
As I write it-
This is the only poem I know
The only page I see
The only place of attention
I give myself and my soul to
At this moment.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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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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27 Years! ! ! ! !
27 years of my life-
I lived like a wife,
waiting for my husband kiss;
Which i always missed.
27 years of my life -
Waited all the nights,
To share my happiness and sadness;
And i felt it was madness.
27 years of my life-
I spent with unknown husband,
Who has time to work;
And I felt like a jerk.
27 years of my life-
I spent with boredom,
And being a loyal wife;
I lost my freedom.
After 27 years of my life-
I still feel something missing,
I still keep looking;
And still waiting.
And the next 27 years will pass by:
Without my husband near by.
poem by Anju Addanki
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Stream of Gaiety Vavroovahana Patra
Wife’s sweet conversation is an ocean of merriement;
Is a brook of enchantment.
In despair husband is happy with her consolation;
Kisses, congratulates, frees tension.
Husband derives profound peace with embracement;
She is tranquil as the distant firmament.
Her innocence allures day and night;
She is an ever flowing rivulet of delight.
Wife is a Heavenly Beauty;
In solitude provides delight.
Is the Queen of the night;
The kiss is a stream of gaiety.
Wife plays with passion;
Is the creator of creation.
Is a good advisor;
Is the sweet lovely mother.
Wife’s vermillion is the symbol of chastity;
In husband’s eyes she is a Deith.
On Earth she is a peerless Beauty;
In husbands lap lives with delight.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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Love Crime(5) (Grief And Cheat)
A couple of old husband and wife,
married happily their whole life.
They were awarded County Magistrate plaque
for setting a good example of eternal love.
In last August the husband died
and the wife was sad and cried..
One day she opened his suitcase
and she was amazed,
angry and heart-broken,
as it was filled with intimate photos of him and a woman,
whom the couple adopted as a goddaughter.
She was beautiful and 31 year his junior.
For 2 decades the adulterous relationship was kept secret.
Grief and betrayal cut her heart with a knife with double edges.
As I wish it
I see you as little star in the sky
It takes me back by many years to ask why?
I feel still the age of sweet sixteen and feel very shy
I wish I have powerful wings to fly
The moon may shortly come form hide out
Our story is all so nice and good about
You spent rest of your time at quiet ease
It was perfect reunion to be spent with peace
You did it all to fill my void
You were very firm and did not avoid
You cared for nothing but came to aid
No amount of words may suffice even if rightly said
You added beautiful color to life
I could only admire it as faithful wife
It has fine rainbow with beautiful children
They represent you in all sphere of life even
It is like flowers all over and rose’s garden
They are booming but not all of sudden
They have come of their own but with blessings
Only your absence is felt and joy is missing
Honey bees and butterflies may visit again
Just to replenish their stocks in rain
It may create happy sounds all over
They have fine refuge and safe cover
You will never fade away from our memory
We miss you a lot with feeling of sorry
The sun may soon take over from dark night
The bright light once again to loose your sight
We are happy to find you above
We remember and sobbingly move
Yet we rejoice your being so high
We wish one day to try and fly
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Baby Shoes
Twinkling dew on leaves of pine,
Her face, mirrors sunshine...
With spirit of a songbird,
She chuckles, a happy soul...
Watching the sun retreat,
Behind the icy mountain tops...
She knits baby shoes, in the warm fire,
With threads of gold and wool...
She waits in joy, for her husband,
Whose day of toil, she wishes to erase...
Sharing the good word, as sweet as honey...
As twilight turns the evening sky magical,
She places the dainty shoes on the doorstep...
He comes home, weary and spent...
Lays his eyes on the curious surprise,
Perceives that God has blessed them,
Husband and Wife,
With a little angel, a precious gift...
A spring of happiness gushes in his eyes,
Lighting up her heart, for years to come....
poem by Raihana Abdul Jabbar
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An Ideal Husband
An ideal husband doesn't argue,
He never squabbles or swears,
Only about his wife he cares.
He always says kind words,
Doesn't do anything that hurts.
Doesn't play cards or guzzles away money,
Days and nights repeats: You are my honey!
Out of the rest he is much wiser,
He is not poor or a miser.
In all he is good and so nice,
Always gives a good advice.
An ideal husband is very strong,
And his wife is never wrong.
Even in bed he is the best,
Every day with him is a fest.
At other women he never looks,
And plus to that he nicely cooks.
He is so handsome and not boring,
And you will never hear him snoring.
His wife is blameless and so gorgeous,
She goes out and he's not jealous.
In all his wife he loves to assist.
Does such a husband really exist?
It seems he can be found only in dreams.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 22 of September,2012
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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You're living in paradise
I'm getting tired of hearing your silly complaints.
You're angry because your husband isn't a saint.
Your husband forgets and leaves the toilet seat up and you think this isn't very nice.
You think you have it bad but you're really living in paradise.
Your husband has a few flaws but in my eyes he's great.
When I tell you about some other husbands, he'll be a man who you 'll appreciate.
I've seen husbands who beat and raped their wives and some husbands who even threatened them with guns.
And you complain about the superficial things your husband has done.
Close to where I live, a man killed his wife and then set her on fire.
Be thankful that your life isn't so dire.
These poor women's lives have been completely destroyed.
And you have the nerve to complain because your husband goes out once a week with the boys.
Before you complain about your husband again, maybe you should think twice.
You think you have it bad but you're really living in paradise.
poem by Randy Johnson
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A little home
It is home, sweet home that counts on and matters
In my sound sleep also sometimes I utter
I long for those atmosphere and beautiful walls
Some type of magnetic pull that always gives call
All sweet and bad memories are deeply attached
Not for a moment it takes us away and keep detached
Birth place, childhood and youth very happily spent
Protection under kind parents and happy moments
I will never forget the place which helped to build?
Kind love, affection and impregnable protective shield
So much influence form all over and everything to yield
Fresh air, lovely atmosphere and free games in open field
You long for your own home when gain maturity
It goes on in succession with continuity
You have your home with kids and beautiful wife
Days are passing off very smoothly in life
The end of universe is your dear home
You may not find beautiful city like Rome
But home is called home and has no parallel
When you reach at home you feel so well
You may get tired while working at sites
It may compel you to work and more wishes to ignite
You are lifeless when returned home at night
Your mind is not at rest and continues to fight
When you reach home and find everything alright
You may be able to think what is wrong or right
You may find all comforts at home when reach
You may feel at the top of the world and rich
You may have to work hard for your livelihood
You too may have to care for your neighborhood
Home is where you get all comforts and joy
You will have to make it heaven and completely enjoy
No where on earth you will feel at ease
Tension and worries altogether may cease
Morning sun may brighten your hope
Yu may be well prepared to walk on rope
All individual dream of happy home to take refuge
You can have easy access, free entry and no one can refuse
It is for us to make it worth while and suitable
No other place can make us happy or comfortable
I shall pray for suitable house with complete peace
Where I can hang on for all times to come at ease
It is place to seek solace and new energy release
Opening of new relation and not try it to freeze
Home has remained a holy place
Nobody every could replace
It is complete reality
Go for it and improve the quality
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Caring wife, bumpy Husband
I love my wife
Without adore
We spend lot of time together
Without any occasion
I always late home
Still she is in pregnant
She never questioned,
I always pretend.
I realized I was fault
She is caring wife
I’m bumpy husband
I’m bumpy husband…
poem by Binod Kumar Gautam
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The Gorilla and his beloved wife
This man was certainly fed up with the life and roamed like a stray dog.
One day he found in the Zoo the gorilla's cage is vacant.
Since that day he lived in the cage happily.
On a sunny Sunday he saw his wife came towards the cage.
'Oh! You resemble my so loved husband and he was disappeared a long time ago.' wife said.
She witnessed the gorilla cried and she gave him her handkerchief.
On her way back home she had a facial as she knows her husband would be at home soon.
* I heard that he says; 'We the people, in order to form a more perfect union.' Good luck to the land of opportunity! And guess who comes to the dinner with a gift of real democracy.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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