The Old Couple
The was an old couple who were so close,
He said to his wife, it's great that you I chose;
To share my life as we go through each day,
Yes! I love you my darling, do you hear what I say?
The old couple were married for many a year,
When any one asked how, they said all ways stay near;
Also they said, never leave an argument undone,
Before any day is ended, at the set of the sun.
The husband said, take time to listen, and she did agree,
And then added, I will show my love so he will see;
Then they added, enjoy to help, the other out too,
Sharing the heavy load of work is what we love to do.
This old couple had lived for 60 years together,
They had seen many a child grow,16grandkids together;
Never in front of a child would they quarrel or fight,
But; wait till they were lone, then get the problem right.
We all should learn from all old couples that are happy,
To try to do the same, and our marriages go well I see;
One thing is certain, put God first in your partnership,
That was the rule they said, and this is a very good tip.
poem by Margaret Haig
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Upon the Wall
The first picture is an old black and white of a young couple just started out their life. If you look close you can see all the hope in their eyes.
Next to that hangs a color picture of the same couple a few years older and a baby has been added to the picture, what joy upon their faces.
Now, the next picture is about seven years after that the couples hair has turned slightly grey and the child has grown, but their look of joy has turned to worry I wonder what problem has arose.
Now the next one is the once young child standing proudly in an arm forces' uniform ready to serve his nation.
Then there's the next picture it is a coffin with a flag draped upon it, and the old couple now standing and crying beside it.
I can only imagine that their child now lies in that coffin.
The final picture is similar to first except instead of black and white this has color, and instead of hope the old couple eyes are filled with despair from the harshness of life, and all they have left is the pictures upon the wall.
In twin
It needs a couple of wings
To fly
A couple to walk
A couple to talk
And for love a couple of hearts
to beat
To rain it needs a couple
To shine it needs a couple
And the life it needs to share
With couple
For one smile it needs
two hearts
In one band
in the bundle of love
The heart is not alone
Not bachelor
That is way
They beat
In twin.
poem by Sallam Yassin
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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.
Parents Vs Children
Things that i don't understand in this world is that why do some people
get into relationship, getting married, enjoying life and making love.
But when it comes to children or when they already have kids, they
could not accept their responsibilities as parents. They do have
regrets of having kids especially if the kids are naughty, giving problem
or giving them headaches. They always beating, shouting, saying bad words to the kids saying wish you never exist, wish you never been born.
Instead of being calm, giving advice, doing good things which would make their children happy and be proud to have good parents.
Instead of thinking good ideas which would make them close to each other
.
Child is a child, they need more time with their parents. They need
attention, care, and love. Children are curious to everything, they need
to know antyhing as part of growing up. They need the guidance of
parents, but what I see nowadays is different. Parents just give material things to show their love for their kids.
Some parents just go out to parties, shopping, prefer to hang out with their friends rather than their kids. Then they just leave the children
to the nannies/babysitter.
Parents make their children be far from them instead children to get
close to the nannies who always there for them and give the love to the children. Parents must be a role model for the children, but what i see
now is that children do as what their parents do, they become more liberated.
There are also some parents who give up for their children. Some choose their own happiness, they don't like to stay at home with their kids. especially if thier husband dont have time for them too. the tendency, both couple would have a problem that result to divorce.
Where is the love that they shared? where is the promises and vows they had?
poem by Judith Kempis
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Early Works - Madeline
A rose
takes all winter to grow
and in summer
it will blossom and bloom
then I will pick it
and put it in you hair,
but that little rose
won’t look as lovely as you.
I don’t know what it was
that made me fall,
but Madeline when I met you
I seem to hear love call my name.
I tried to fight it, but what good did it do
because you cannot fight something
you cannot see, won’t you agree.
It started
with just a few words
and it ended in love conquering all.
I try to pretend,
but you’ve got me on a string
and there is nothing
I can do about it.
6 August 1968
Author’s Note:
Madeline is a very old friend of over forty years. We dated a couple of times and in consequence, this soppy poem was born. She married a good friend of mine and they even came to my wedding. We still see each other from time to time.
poem by David Harris
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My Life Is Good
A couple of week ago
My wife and i
Took a little trip down to
Mexico
Met this young girl there
We brought her back with us
Now she lives with us
In our home
She cleans the hallway
She cleans the stair
She cleans the livingroom
She wipes the babys ass
She drives the kids to school
She does the laundry too
She wrote this song for me
Listen
Yeah
The other afternoon
My wife and i
Took a little ride into
Beverly hills
Went to the private school
Our oldest child attends
Many famous people send their children there
This teacher says to us
We have a problem here
This child just will not do
A thing I tell him to
And hes such a big old thing
He hurts the other children
All the games they play, he plays so rough
Hold it teacher
Wait a minute
Maybe my hears are clogged or somethin
Maybe Im not understanding
The english language
Dear, you dont seem to realize
My life is good
My life is good
My life is good, you old bag
My life, my life
Just this evening
Some young associates of ours
Are flying to see us from
New york city
Theyre gonna stay with us
Oh, a couple of weeks or so
Im gonna take em to
Restaurants and everything
Gonna getem some
Real good cocaine
They dont get much
Where they come from
And this ones guy wife
Is such a pretty little brown thing
That Im liable to give her a poke or two
Whaddaya think of that?
Teacher, let me tell you a little story
Just this morning
My wife and i
Went to this hotel in the hills
Thats right
The bel-air hotel
Where a very good friend of ours
Happens to be staying
And the name of this young man
Is mr bruce springsteen
Thats right, yeah
Oh, we talked about some kind of
Woodblock or something
And this new guitar we like
And you know what he said to me
Ill tell you what he said to me
He said, rand, Im tired
How would you like to be the boss for awhile?
Well, yeah
Blow, big man, blow
My life is good
My life is good
My life is good
My life, my life is good
song performed by by Randy Newman
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Love your family
Newely married
Husband and
wife...
Sincerley
Love move the bed...
Wife with
Husband...
Don't fight...
Every time...
Speand the
Love on
The bed...
Don't waste
The time...
If you are
Imedetely start
The fight...
Life was boor...
Minde gore...
So...
Married one are
Two years run...
Fight too fight...
Words and hit too
Fight...
With love...
Every day's family life
It is simple...
Take it easy to live...
With your family love...
Ok...
My dear husband
And wife...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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South Grade Elementary
Tons of children sitting in rows,
all listening intently to my birthday show.
One child holding Eeka, one child holding a bat,
they took turns, they where good at that.
Now one girl never celebrated her birthday,
I never knew till the teacher did say.
A very special moment for her to be sung to,
she was happy through and through.
Now months later I was in Metro PC,
I was in line, little girl recognizes me.
Not the same girl, but that's great she cared,
I was happy that I could share.
A happy moment in a couple of child lives,
they might remember that day when they were five.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde
The first time we met you were a kennel maid,
You gave me a tip I got me forecast paid,
You were holding a greyhound in trap number one,
Your white coat was shining in the afternoon sun.
Now we're both together,
We're never gonna break apart, no no,
'Cause we're a happy couple you and me,
With a greyhound at either knee.
I'll have ten shillings to win on Camera Flash, young man,
What dog's that, it's a deuce, look at it.
There was nothing in my life bigger than beer,
There was nothing in my life bigger than beer,
'Ceptin' you, little darling,
'Ceptin' you, little darling,
We're a happy couple you and me,
With a greyhound at either knee.
We go to the dog track on Saturday night,
We put all our money on a dog that we like,
A kiss and a cuddle, a hot meat pie,
Two dollar tickets and a starry sky.
There was nothing in my life bigger than beer,
There was nothing in my life bigger than beer,
'Ceptin' you, little darling,
'Ceptin' you, little darling,
We're a happy couple you and me,
With a baby on either knee.
Yes it's you little darling,
Yes it's you little darling,
Now it's you little darling,
Now it's you.
Girl, where's me wage packet ?????,
Ah I'll put twenty-five knicker please on Gallop Printer,
Oh, I hope the wife don't find out,
Yes, it's sure to win, isn't it,
Yes, I know, it's a good dog, I saw it run at White City,
Just last week, broke the record, Gallop Printer,
Nice dog, yes, lovely form, lovely buttocks.
song performed by by Who
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Born To Be Ransomed
Born to be ransomed,
Born for a reason,
On one side Love,
On the other side Security,
Mabey,
Taken to be placed elsewhere,
Or,
Mabey,
Taken to be placed with them,
Born to be ransomed,
Held ransomed by those,
For security measures of the father and mother,
So,
They are called on by the beckoning,
Of,
Those holding child held by ransomed,
Is what people do when child means,
A lot to mother and father,
Love and security in family keepings,
Born to be ransomed,
With intent to use child,
By the takers of child,
To profit and gain,
For themselves in lifes times,
When child born is then used,
Till,
Mother and father is killed,
And,
Child is then raised in a racket,
For,
What mother and father were,
And,
Left for the child when child grown,
In giving is receiving,
All that has good intentions,
Gives for good reasons,
Yet,
Why one is born to be ransomed,
Is,
The what see's and pre-desires,
The placement and life,
Of,
What two in love have made,
The unborn child then becomes,
The ransom of what wants,
What,
The two have in love and wealth,
When this goes on and child is grown,
The eyes that see and yet do not understand,
Is,
The child raised seeing all,
From,
The good ways,
To the bad ways,
To the cruel ways,
To,
The crimes committed and seen,
Is,
The eyes of seeing,
From,
Been born in a world disrupted,
Is,
A child born and ransomed,
What is of matter,
Mattering to two,
Two in love,
That,
Choose to be one,
One as in a couple,
To matter and be,
For,
What matters to them,
Is,
What brings matter of two,
To,
Become a matter of one,
A,
Child born of two,
Yet,
Now matter's to none,
But,
What ransoms the child out,
Till,
The child grew to be,
And,
Left them all behind,
Knowing,
Mother and father are dead,
Living,
Life knowing too much,
Just,
From been the ransom,
The ransom,
Of,
All,
That,
Is,
Of,
Mother and father,
Till,
All,
Of,
Mother and father's,
Income and places,
Was,
Spent and giving to others,
Tis,
Then,
Ransomed child grown,
Can,
Leave,
With noting,
But themselve,
To have some kind,
Of life,
Somewhere else,
Faraway!
poem by Ellen Ni Bheachain
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Motion Of The Heart
The wild red rose
Gives out a lovely fragrance
Love is in the air
As I see a couple cuddles at the corner
Love and hate a thin line separates
As I see another couple fights
Love today, hatred tomorrow
What an irony of life
I wonder if love is blind
As the saying goes
I wonder if love is a thing
If love is life and life is love
We cannot do without loving
Yet it fades away easily
So quietly I seek to ask
Is love a thing of the heart
Or a state of the mind
poem by Jesuroboowie Gift Imafidon
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Geraldine & John
See the bright red sports car, see the happy couple
See their clothes so white and their skin so pink
See them playing squash gotta keep their bodies supple
How they kiss goodnight but tomorrow theyll be thinking
All day long - all day long
Geraldine and john
See the happy couple - so inseperable
And the beat goes on
And for better or worse
They are married but of course
Not to each other
Geraldine and john gotta keep it under cover
See they scheme and sweat but its all worthwhile
Now he goes back home to a wife whos not a lover
Now her eyes are wet but tomorrow shell be smiling
All day long - all day long
Geraldine and john
See the happy couple - so inseperable
And the beat goes on
And for better or worse
They are married but of course
Not to each other
And the feelings getting stronger
That they cant go on much longer
Somewhere down the track
Something has to crack
Geraldine just packed all her things and went to mother
Johnny seems ok happy wife happy home
See the scar on his face from the day he met her brother
But nothing hurts no more, nothing more than being lonely
All day long - all day long
Geraldine and john
See the happy couple - so inseperable
And the beat goes on
And for better or worse
They are married but of course
Not to each other
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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Our child once grown
What if my wife revealed that she was pregnant by me?
However, what if our child one day chose simply not to believe?
In nine months and eighteen years, I need to answer this question.
Nine months for God and my wife to give birth to the little one.
Eighteen year for us to train them in the way that they should go.
But, it is our child choice in whom to believe once grown and outside our front door.
At home, our child shall be instructed about the consequences of their sin.
Our child will understand the punishment of God for sin in the end.
I will train our child up in the Godly way that they should always go.
I will show them the love of the wonderful God I personally know.
Once grown, by us, our child shall be shown how to live life righteously.
Regardless in whom they believe, they will always be our child to me.
How would I feel if in spite of everything I taught and showed our child?
Our child decided, once grown, to take another way in life for a while.
Although taught while young not to steal; once grown they stole any way.
Although taught while young not to lie; once grown they lied every day.
Would I abandon them as quickly as the rest of the world?
Would they still be the prized apple of your heart and still be daddy’s little boy or girl?
Still, there is always a chance our child might choose in God not to believe.
If our child does, it is not because of the lack of the right instructions from me.
I will love our child even if by their life they chose not to follow God.
Because no matter what our child is an important part of my heart.
In who to continue to believe that major choice of life shall be their own.
But, they are still our child though they choose not to believe or act right once grown.
poem by Reginald Walker
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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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Happy Birthday
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
Birthday is a day worthy of celebration
Of another added deliberation
That goes with graces
In the world of greatness.
Let people come and jubilate
For is a time to accumulate
And lost the pass mystery
To build a great ministry
That would never be minted.
I hear voices saying happy birthday
Radio playing happy great day
Full of song that sang
With a raising hand of a holiday
And a worship ground of a holy psalm
Listen! Listen! ! My dear
And celebrate with maturity
For and added year is and added responsibility
Happy Birthday.
poem by Adoo Tuadum
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South Grade Elementary
Tons of children sitting in rows,
all listening intently to my birthday show.
One child holding Eeka, one child holding a bat,
they took turns, they where good at that.
Now one girl never celebrated her birthday,
I never knew till the teacher did say.
A very special moment for her to be sung to,
she was happy through and through.
Now months later I was in Metro PC,
I was in line, little girl recognizes me.
Not the same girl, but what do I care?
I was happy that I could share,
A happy moment in a couple of child lives,
they might remember that day when they were five.
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Still Too Soon To Know
Do you love him
Or is it still too soon to know?
When I think back a couple of days
Before I found you in his spell
Was there a warning?
What can I say
Should I look away
Its still too soon to know
Are you sorry
Or is it still to soon to know?
It didnt take much to break us in two
For it was in the way that he came close to touching you
The look in your eyes
I thought I recognised
Its still too soon to know
And its still too soon to know
Will you stay or will you go?
Its still too soon to know
When I think back a couple of days
If I wasnt happy then, I never will be
I wonder was this ignorance or bliss?
Its still too soon to know
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Divorced
TWO COUPLES are drifting the self-same way
(Men of the world know well)
From the ballroom glare as the night grows grey
(Men of the world can tell).
Many are round them who know, and knew,
But men of the world are blind;
That couple in front has nought to do
With the couple that comes behind.
The woman starts on her partner’s arm,
For a reason he could not tell—
She trips and she laughs the Society laugh,
That men of the world know well.
If she laughs too suddenly, talks too fast,
We are deaf as well as blind—
’Twas only the ghosts of the girlish days
When she married the man behind.
He feels a pang where his heart had been
(For a reason he cannot tell).
A spasm that mars the cynical smile
That men of the world know well.
A spasm that’s known in Society,
And by many men “out of the hunt”.
’Tis only the ghosts of his boyish hopes
When he married the woman in front.
And the man in front, and the woman behind
(Oh, Society’s smile and bow!)
They are too well-bred to ask even in thought
What has come to their partners now.
But the couples drift in Society’s stream
To the kerb where the two cabs wait—
It was all because of what others had said,
And a word that was spoken too late.
poem by Henry Lawson
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A Couple More Years
I've got a couple more years on you, baby...that's all.
I've had more chances to fly and more places to fall.
And it ain't that I'm wiser...
It's only that I've spent more time with my back to the wall.
And I've picked up a couple more years on you, baby.. that's all.
I've walked a couple more roads than you, baby...that's all.
And I'm tired of runnin' while you're only learning to crawl.
And you're headin somewhere...
But I've been to somewhere... and found it was nowhere at all.
And I've picked up a couple of years on you baby... that's all.
Now sayin' goodbye, girl don't never come easy at all.
But you've got to fly 'cuz you're hearin' those young eagles call.
And someday when you're older, you'll smile at a man strong and tall.
And you'll say I've got a couple more years on you, baby... that's all.
I've got a couple more years on you baby... that's all.
You'll say I've had more chances to fly and more places to fall.
It ain't that I'm wiser...
It's only that I've spent more time with my back to the wall.
And I've picked up a couple more years on you baby... that's all.
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Purpose Of The Couple
Children born,
Wife is secondary in love.
Children born,
Husband is elementary in love.
The couple sticks,
For their identity with the children.
When childless,
The couple lives together like room mates.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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