For Whom To Fish Or Hunt
I will not write about love or separations,
About types of men are my cogitations.
Number one is a man of super class.
Abundance of them goes to the mass.
A car is the main thing in his life,
He marries it and it becomes his wife.
He is free like a bird and forever in flight
The highway he travels days and at night.
Another one here seems to be like a gift,
Intelligent, quiet, in all he likes thrift.
He loves himself, to others indifferent,
So often cheats and so much prudent.
Many times divorced he everyone kicks
And to marry again he does not risk.
This one is assured with cars and a house
It takes him a second to unbutton your blouse,
He looks exactly like a crown prince,
In paradise living he tries you to convince.
But here my dear don't make an illusion
As his soul is empty and he is in confusion.
This man looks as a very domestic,
He sits on a couch and looks majestic
He hates any company, he is a TV viewer,
In life and in his wife he has to be sure.
He is always a hard-working and humble,
He doesn't like worries and jumble.
There is a single one, a bachelor forever.
In love pool he won't rush. Never!
With his mother he must all details discuss,
So that his parents will not him cuss.
His advances will be long and boring
Your opinion he is just ignoring.
This one is romantic but he is so rare
He ages mix up and he looks an ideal.
Candy and flowers, obsolete phrases,
His love making simply amazes.
He'll always dream and your body admire,
But sorry to say that: won't be on fire.
This one is intelligent, handsome and rich,
Has family, children and all likes to teach.
In all he knows limits and measure
And only career is his main treasure.
If you are satisfied with the role of mistress
You have to be patient and a good actress.
A philosopher man is a very versatile.
Struck by meditation when he was a child
He sees and knows the essence of Earth
The pearls of knowledge he gives birth.
This one often causes smiles and laugh,
For most women he looks so tough.
But that our philosopher doesn't concern
He knows exactly where to turn.
Married to his ideas he is certainly unique
Energy expanse! His mind is so quick!
Through times he merged with eternity,
Not knowing his wife and his paternity.
Enough of flying! Let's go down on Earth!
Let's talk about a man who loves his hearth.
A man as a getter, a man as a dean,
A lot of options can be found and seen.
Let's be consistent and now go to fish,
Mackerel or perches are always good dish.
We'll buy the baits, we'll put a good rod
And look for the man to be caught.
This process is exciting and endless
But it's worth as a good business.
The splash of energy! The game is great!
Sooner or later he'll be on the plate.
The world of hunting is interesting more
As wild animals you'll have to explore.
They all are different in their behavior
In Irlandia, Britannia or even in Kenya.
If you are not a hunter or do not like fishing
You'll hear the only one crawfish swishing.
That is the reality of present life,
For everything you have to strive.
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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What Is Happeniss
Sharing your love with someone
Or living in a palace alone
Having lots of money
But can't fall in love with nobody
Being pretty or handsome
But unlucky or being Dum
Having highest degree from best university
But your idea and opinion is harmful to the society
Being sweet talker or good speaker
But can't find audience, because your words are trouble maker
Being rich and powerful
But nobody likes you because you are mean and cruel
Being famous actor or actress
But having broken family because your lifestyle is such a mess
Having good looking girl as a girlfriend beside your wife
But you anxious so much about you're secret, that you can't enjoy your life
Being single with no responsibility
But think of loneliness at old age drives you insanity
Being married having husband or wife
But your relationship is so messed up, that you end up to hate your life
Having lot of kid's around
But when you need them they don't come around
So what is happiness after all?
One of the names mentioned above or could be all
Remember there is no standard to measure your happiness
Because you are in charge of your happiness' more or less
Is true that all of us look for happiness
As long as our happiness doesn't results in someone else's sadness
So, please tell me my friend what you think of happiness
poem by Sam Arjomandi
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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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The Working Man Is A Decent Man
The working man never daydreams of wearing the boss's shoes
But in the pub with his good mates he does enjoy his booze
And he enjoys their every chat of life and of football
Since politics and World affairs doesn't interest him at all.
Devoted to his family and devoted to his wife
The working man is a decent man he leads a moral life
To watch their favourite football team in action he often takes his family
So easy going and down to earth and of any cares he's free.
You never do hear him complain of how times are quite tough
That his wife and family are happy and well for him is good enough
His ancestors like him of working stock they never craved renown
They are amongst the great unsung who helped to build the town.
He gets up in the gray of dawn for work each working day
Let's hear it for the working man a rousing hip hooray
Two of his children are in primary school his youngest for school too young
In his early thirties in the prime of life one of the town's unsung.
poem by Francis Duggan
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They Don't Last Forever
They give you a life they look after you,
To them you're their reason for living,
Whatever happens if troubles ensue,
They'll be caring and always forgiving.
Do they own you or is it the other way round,
In fact neither statement is true,
Parent child relationships were made to astound,
You love them and they'll always love you.
They will want you to achieve so much more,
Regardless you will fill them with pride,
With you they will have a unique rapport,
Their devotion will never subside.
They'll try to teach you about good and bad,
To ensure you avoid all their mistakes,
They'll forever be there be it happy or sad,
A good parent just never forsakes.
Yes there'll be times they will get annoyed,
You will bring them to total despair,
Any troubles you have they will never avoid,
For you they will always be there.
You may well think they just interfere,
Their aim is to cause you great strife,
As you grow older it will become clear,
They just want you to have a good life.
They'll try to put up with your mood swings,
Watch over you each day as you grow,
The good times and problems another year brings,
Their love you will feel and will know.
Embarrassing you is a parents right,
There'll be times they will drive you wild,
Regardless of that they will never lose sight,
That to them you will always be their child.
You will do things that will surprise,
Good parents like nothing more,
What you can achieve will open their eyes,
That's why it's you they adore.
If you only strive to do your best,
Without the need for discord,
If with common sense you are blessed,
That will be your parents reward.
When you have children yourself one day
That is when you will learn,
The sacrifice your parents had to pay,
Mutual respect is a gift both must earn.
Your Mum and Dad are messengers from God,
Look after them while they're here,
What they do for us we should all applaud,
Their actions we must truly revere.
Your parents will give you love and care,
That special bond you must never sever,
God's trials of life can be so unfair,
For the pity is,
‘' They Don't Last Forever ''
Bible in Poetry: 1 Corinthians 7
Marriage:
1’Tis good for man, not to marry.
2 With so much immorality,
Each man should have his own, one wife,
And each woman, own, one husband.
3 The husband should fulfill to wife,
His marital duty always;
And likewise, wife to her husband.
4 Wife's body doesn’t belong to her
Alone, but to her husband too.
In the same way, husband's body
Does not belong to him alone
But also to his wife as well.
5 Do not deprive each other then,
Except by mutual consent and
For just sometime, so that you may
Devote yourselves to some prayer.
Then come again together for
As Satan will not tempt you for
Your lack of self-control in life.
6 I say this as a concession,
And this is not a command then.
7 I wish all men were as I am.
Each man has his own gift from God;
One has this gift, another, that.
8 Now to unmarried and widows:
’Tis good to stay unmarried too.
9 If they can’t control themselves then,
’Tis better they should get married
Than, burn with passion in your life.
10 Lord’s command to the married ones:
A wife must not separate from husband.
11 But if she does, she must stay unmarried,
Or else be reconciled to her husband.
A husband mustn’t divorce his wife.
12 To rest I say (I, not the Lord) :
If any brother has a wife,
Who isn’t a believer but then,
She is willing to live with him,
He must not divorce her, as yet.
13 And if a woman has husband,
Who isn’t a believer as yet,
But is willing to live with her,
She must not divorce him as well.
14 For the unbelieving husband
Has been sanctified through his wife,
And the unbelieving wife too,
Has been sanctified through husband.
If not, your children wouldn’t be clean,
But as it is, they are holy.
15 But if the unbeliever leaves,
Then, let him do so anyway.
Believing man or woman is
Not bound in such circumstances;
For, God has called to live in peace.
16 How do you know, wife, whether you’ll
Save your husband anyway then?
Or, how do you know, husband then,
If you will save your wife surely?
17 Each one should hold the place in life
That Lord assigned to him on earth,
And to which the Lord has called him.
This rule I give to all churches.
18 Was man circumcised when he’as called?
He shouldn’t become uncircumcised.
Was man uncircumcised when called?
He should not be circumcised.
19 Circumcision is nothing then,
Uncircumcision is too naught.
To keep God's commands is what counts.
20 One should remain in situation,
In which he was, when God called him.
21 Were you a slave when you were called?
Don't let it trouble you at all—
If you can become free, do so.
22 For he who was a slave when called
By Lord is the Lord's freed man then;
Similarly, he who was free,
When he was called is slave of Christ.
23 For you were all bought at a price;
Do not become then slaves of men.
24 Each man, responsible to God,
Should stay in place, God called him to.
25 So now, something about virgins:
I have no command from the Lord,
I give a judgment as one who
By Lord's mercy is trustworthy.
26 Because of the present crisis,
’Tis good to remain as you are.
27 Are you married? Don’t seek divorce.
Are you unmarried? Don’t search spouse.
28 If you do marry, you haven’t sinned;
If virgin marries, she hasn’t sinned.
But those who marry, face troubles,
And I want you to escape this.
29 So what I mean is time is short.
From now onwards, those who have wives
Should live as if they didn’t have one.
30 And those who mourn, as if they didn’t;
And those happy, as if they weren’t;
And those who buy, as if it were not theirs;
31 And those who use the things of world,
As if they weren’t engrossed in them.
This world today is passing out.
32 Be free from concern anyway.
An unmarried man thinks of Lord's affairs—
How much more he can please the Lord.
33 A married man thinks of affairs of world—
How he can please his wife only—
34 His interests are divided.
An unmarried woman, virgin
Is concerned of the Lord's affairs:
She aims to devote to the Lord
In both her body and spirit.
A married woman is concerned
About the affairs of this world—
How she can please her husband then.
35 I’m saying this for your own good,
Not restrict you, but make you live
In total devotion to Lord.
36 If one thinks that he is acting
Improperly to the virgin,
He has been engaged to ahead,
And she is getting old in years,
And he feels that he must marry,
He should do as he wishes then.
He doesn’t sin. They should get married.
37 But man who has settled then well
The matter in his mind clearly,
And is under no compulsion
But has control over his will,
And who has made up in his mind
Not to marry the virgin still—
This man is doing the right thing.
38 So, he who marries the virgin does right,
But he who doesn’t marry, does ev’n better.
39 As long as he lives, a woman,
Is bound to her husband alone.
But if her husband dies, she’s free
To marry one, she wishes to,
But he must belong to the Lord.
40 She’s happier if she stays as she is—
And I do think I too have God’s Spirit.
(7-12-2007)
poem by John Celes
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I Wonder How A Man
I wonder how a man should behave towards his wife
Should he love her till he draw his last breath of life
And agree with everything that she has to say
And tell her he loves her many times a day?
Or spend far more time with his mates at the pub
Discussing the welfare of the football club
And leave his wife at home of their children to take care?
The ideal sort of husband to say the least rare.
In the company of men I have spent too much time
Played football, worked and drunk alcohol with them back in my life's prime
To females us males are of different kind
To every good man ten good women you'll find.
Respect to all women all men ought to show
But how a man should behave towards his woman I hardly would know
Since I have never been known as a ladies man
And I'm now in the Autumn years of my life's span.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Good Enough
If I woke up late
Couldn't get out of bed
If I bought you a café latte instead
If I lied when I said 32 inches was the size of my waist
And if I admit every once in a while
Even though I dig alternative style
Occasionally I can be caught dancin' to Brittany
And can I confess
That art house doesn't turn me on
But I like every single thing that Speilberg's done (Except A.I.)
Could I be good enough
Could I be good enough
If the going got worse and the worse got rough
The days became endless and harder than tough
I'd be good enough
Better than best would be simply to be good enough
If everything I give doesn't seem like a lot
If it's all that I got
Baby tell that could be good enough
Where I grew up
The rent was cheap
But we always had enough to eat Didn't have fancy clothes
I never really cared coz there were shoes on my toes
And motherly love
I knew it like the back of my hand
She always had a way to make me understand
I could be good enough
I could be good enough
If the going got worse and the worse got rough
The days became endless and harder than tough
I'd be good enough
Better than best would be simply to be good enough
If everything I give doesn't seem like a lot
If it's all that I got
Baby tell me that could be good enough
Coz I don't know which way this road is gonna turn
But I know it's gonna be fine
But there are some days no matter how much I've learned
That the road gets tough
And I don't feel good enough
But if you're giving me some of that loving
Could you pass some over
Let me cry on your shoulder and tell me baby
I could be good enough
If I lost my job
And my hair fell out
If I made no sense
And I scream and shout
Would you laugh at me?
Never take a word I say seriously And if I'm out in the cold
Waiting in the back of the line
Too afraid to drop my name for fear of decline
Could you tell me I'm good enough? Could I be good enough?
If the going got worse and the worse got rough
The days became endless and harder than tough
I'd be good enough
Better than best would be simply to be good enough
If everything I give doesn't seem like a lot
If it's all that I've got
Baby tell me that could be good enough
I need to know that I could be good enough
Because everybody wants to feel good enough
Show me baby
Tell me
Come on a prove it baby
Give it to me
song performed by by Darren Hayes from Spin
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A Lonely Wife
A lonely Wife
Nice words said, sweet words spoken
Such a deep feeling love, or words just a token
She's comfortable with him, he's so good to her
She thinks it's love, a companion for life
She thought love would last, when he made her his wife
She has the whole world at her feet, she has nothing to fear anymore
No one screaming at her, no one beating her or knocking her to the floor
This must be the way love is meant to be
This is what marriage is like, she is finally free
Why does she find herself so sad and lonely
He loves her, she pledged her life to him only
What's wrong with her, she has everything
His loving her without showing it doesn't mean anything
She will continue life forever, as it stands
She has it so good now, living her life in his hands
She will never speak up about how she feels
With his kindness and love, she still heals
poem by Donna Nimmo
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Good Friendship
In friendship lies, life’s beauty prime –
A bond that stands the test of time,
And withstands every change of clime.
Good friendship makes life worth living;
Than taking, life is in giving –
The crux of friendship, worth telling!
Our earthly life would be a bore,
Without good friendship at its core:
That takes each person to the fore!
Though parents care for their children,
And relatives for kith and kin,
Yet, friends usher on earth, heaven!
Happy the ones, who have good friends!
Their worries in life, almost ends:
In need, good friend always attends.
And without friends, life could be sad,
And make all events, pretty bad,
And turn some persons, almost mad!
Good friends are rarely found in life,
And help you timely in your strife –
Some turning husband or your wife!
Nurture good friendship if you can;
Essential are friends good, man:
Those add spice to your earth’s life-span.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-28-2008
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Respect That Other Person
Respect that other person he doesn't disrespect you
He search for the path to success the hard road he's been through
You may feel his best not good enough but at least he's game to try
There's more to life far more to life than me, myself and I.
Don't begrudge that other person some respect to him show
He may not be a great success but at least he has a go
Before the child takes his first steps he has to learn to crawl
And on the uphill climb through life one can expect to fall.
Respect that other person he's a good sort of man
To make a success of his life he does the best he can
He works hard for his children and he's faithful to his wife
And he deserve some credit for making the most of life
Respect that other person for some respect he is due
For if you do not respect others, others will not respect you
He works hard for his family and he doesn't draw easy pay
And he is one who lives life in the good and honest way.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Gift Of Laughter
The gift of laughter is a rare gift it is such a wonderful thing
And laughter can create more laughter to it there is such a beautiful ring
The people who laugh seem to make friends quite easily and in numbers their friends seem to grow
But the people who take life too seriously are the people few wish to know.
The woman next door is a laugher she has with her a winning way
She is one who makes friends quite easily she always smiles and says good day
A person like her is worth knowing she spreads around her gift of cheer
For to stimulate laughter in her heart she doesn't need spirits or beer.
Compared to her the bloke three doors down is so different a smile never does cross his face
He is always so serious looking perhaps laughter he cannot embrace
A good laugh would be so good for him since none look more serious than he
If everyone took life so serious how boring a thing life would be.
The gift of laughter is a great gift and with it there's none to compare
And the people with it are invaluable since they spread it around everywhere
Life seems far too short to be grumpy since we will be forever dead
And feel grateful for people who can laugh their happiness they seem to spread.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Fellow Who Doesn't Fit In
He doesn't play sports drink alcohol or take dope and you might say he doesn't fit in
And he doesn't lust after young women and he's not seen as a man amongst men
He works hard to provide for his family and he leads a good and a clean life
And he is a nice man to talk to and he is faithful to his wife.
He's not a religious type person and he doesn't attend church on sunday
And he too in some ways a sinner the religious zealots might say
And some see him as a social outsider but to live clean should not be a sin
And he deserve respect not scorn the fellow who doesn't fit in.
He doesn't watch football on the t.v. or support any football team
And he's not part of any social club nor does he crave social esteem
Yet he has his many detractors in life it is so hard to win
And his type of man getting rarer the fellow who doesn't fit in.
He doesn't play cricket or football with his children as many a young father do
On sundays with his wife and his young son and daughter he's at the cinema, art gallery or zoo
And he is a man who loves Nature and is loving Nature a sin?
For he is looked on with suspicion the fellow who doesn't fit in.
Politics, women, money and work matters of such topics he tend to stay clear
And he's just your average type of person his children and his wife to him dear
Yet he is looked on as quite boring and his name is mentioned with a grin
And life isn't meant to be easy for the fellow who 'doesn't fit in'
poem by Francis Duggan
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Hard To Find
If only I were as lucky as my father
When he took my mother home as his bride
They were joined to each other, their life together
Then my parents became one, side by side,
But since then I myself have met many women
Some were uncaring and some were very unkind
Many just cared for themselves, and no-one else
Then I found out that a good woman, is hard to find.
I have seen women standing on the corner
And I have seen them clubbing or shopping in a store
I have seen them as objects, not for love but only sex
Those types of women, I don't want anymore,
Truly I have looked and I have searched
Around our world and also inside of my mind
But now I have nearly given up, on loves cup
As a good woman, is so hard to find.
I have seen mothers with their daughters
Some mothers teach to lie, cheat, and betray
That is how they were raised, and was also praised
And when life gets tough they don't walk, they runaway,
When I get older I most likely will be all alone
With honesty and pride, in my soul it will be lined
But I would give what I own, if true love to me was shown
But then sadly, a good woman is hard to find.
poem by Randy McClave
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I Love You, Momma part 2
In my life, Momma, you've always been there.
Sometimes, it hits me how good I have it.
My monther loves me.
She doesn't abuse me.
She doesn't hurt me willingly.
She tries to understand me.
My mother helps me go The Way.
My mother doesn't use me,
For stupid little things,
She does them herself.
My mother has a careing heart and
A loving soul.
Does she know how I love her so?
All through growing up,
She was there when I cried,
Through the good times, and the bad.
At each graduation.
She is proud of my achievements,
And I of hers.
And though I am growing up,
I will remember at least most of
Her teachings.
Someday I'll teach my own children.
A mother's love has no bounds,
and a daughter's love is also boundless.
So thank you, Momma. I love you.
Happy Mother's Day
poem by Melanie Weeks
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At Valentine, Forever and Even After Now
My love, my life; my wife, my dear valentine
I feel my heartbeat as I write you this lines
My stars above, my blue skies, my valentine
My soul is merged in yours knowing you're mine
At Valentine, forever and even after now
Let's hold on tight, strongly to the night
And make it stay forever with all our might
For Valentine comes again but after a long while
So as I drive home tonight through the miles
The thoughts of you'll fill my heart somehow
My love, my life; my wife, my dear valentine
As long as there's moonlight and the sunshine
We'll always be not only on the fourteenth of February
'Cos your beautiful face reminiscent of a lovely memory
Wins my love at Valentine, forever and even after now
poem by Emmanuel Emesakoru
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Some Women
some women...
their son is all they have
their limbs to climb the world
mengmu moved house
three times to make sure
son mencius would
keep good company
he grew up to be china's
great philosopher
some women...
sacrificed their own dreams
in the name of filial piety
so that brothers could go
to college
some women...
they braved the battlefields
to fight as men
so that their aged father
could be safe at home
some women...
spend every cent
on a facade so that they
could walk like angels
and keep their worth
above the world
some women...
sell themselves for anything
blood, body, spirit and soul
so that they could buy
three meals for their family
some women...
seal their heart to marry
the men they do not love
or barely know
so that their father's dream
would come true
some women...
they look no further than
the lining of the wallets
when it comes to
taking proposals
some women....
threw their brothers' shoes
back at them
to wash themselves
to make it clear they
do not wish to be trumpled on
all their lives
some women
they fight for their kind
single mindedly
so that they could be
free as a bird
fly where they would like
live where they wish
and achieve the dreams
they harbour which all this
while have been buried
in the name of men
willingly, unwillingly
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Ode to my love, my Wife
Renu, my dear wife
My sweet heart, love of my life
I got you how! Wow! My splendid fate
I can’t believe, this fortune so great
Of your father, you were an ardent fan
But finally of your life, I became your man!
It was worth the wait, whatever I had to strive
To impress you and make you my wife!
Renu, my dear wife
My sweet heart, love of my life
‘Of opposites’ we are pair
Me dark and you very fair
You are organized and meticulous
I am disorganized though spontaneous
My poetic instincts you do admire
But my helping hand in the kitchen, is what you aspire!
Renu, my dear wife
My sweet heart, love of my life
As if I am a kid, me with care you look after
You gave me my sweet daughter
Anagha, our purpose of life, our treasure
Filling our life with joy and laughter
As Success, whatever I have achieved,
To Your Presence in my life, they are ascribed
Renu, my dear wife
My sweet heart, love of my life
I don’t know, whether I could become your Hero
But, without you in my life, I am a big Zero!
In all ups and down of life, you’ve supported me!
Sweet heart, on this wedding anniversary
Instead of dress, gold or diamond jewelry
I gift you, filled with all my love, this poetry!
(Wrote this to gift to my wife! Today is our wedding anniversary!)
21.04.2009
Pro-life…
I thank my mother,
Who brought me forth
Into the world,
God made, so bold.
And my dear father,
For doing his worth,
To raise me up,
With love-filled cup.
I admire them
For such strong faith,
And duty-minds -
Both rare are finds.
I was their child eighth,
Of ten children!
God blessed them well;
Their work was swell.
But had they stopped with
Just one or two,
Like how some did:
Oh, God forbid!
What lovely parents
They turned to be,
And lived all life,
Despite much strife
If not for them both
What would I be?
-An abortus
Or dead fetus!
The love of Maker,
Good parents give
To children all,
When they are small
Such children bring them
Blessings from God,
And intense mirth,
Right here on earth.
I thank you parents;
I thank you God,
For gift of birth,
And lovely earth.
Just think of parents
Who do abort,
Against God’s will,
By their weak will.
Their life will be filled
With emptiness;
Their guilt and sins
Makes life non-sense.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-28-2008
poem by John Celes
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Wedding Band
Joey Wedding Band
JoAnn was the birth name of my wife
To me Joey was her name for a lot of our married life
One of the best things anyone could ask for in life
Is to have a good and loving wife
When it comes time for me to pass no matter day or night
I hope and pray that my wife will be my guiding light
I did not complement my wife as much as I could of
But with all my heart I gave her my love
My wife is in heaven watching over our family
Hoping we could be the best we could be
I am now living by myself and on my own
I have my dogs and my family but I feel alone
I never thought I knew how bad pain could ever be
Until my wife died and left me
At times my wife lets me know she is near
She turns off the picture frame to let me know she is here
On a chain around my neck I wear my wife’s wedding band
I also still wear mine on the finger of my left hand
To anyone who reads this poem do not let the time with your family go
Everything is gone before you know
poem by Michael Gelb
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Wife- better half of life
Wife is the better half of life
Give wife love affection as soul-mate
Wife is not glorified maid as said
Wife do not want money salary honorarium
Do not make hulla gulla and do not beat drum.
Mian bibi relationship should not be commercialized
Third party intervention in family relation vandalized.
Wife is not a domestic labourer
Wife is backbone of the family
The maile stone of the family
Wife is the torchlight of the family
Wife is the colorful star
Do no put any question to her.
Wife is there to give everything
Wife is not to take anything in return
Wife is the goddess.
Only mad man can say wife is a domestic servant
Make wife a wife life-partner better half
And enjoy life freely.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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