Adultery
One way it's a great sin
an illegal partnership too.
These sleepwalkers drown in their fantasies
entangle with the string of passion.
and how can they let go?
This longing won't be an end
with a marriage or a separation,
unless they adrift uneasy
on the stream of endless suffering?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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On Marriage
Pessimistic views: :
Marriage is a gamble!
Marriage is a punishment;
Marriage is an evil that
Most can’t but accept.
Optimistic views:
Marriage is a gift of God;
Marriage is a blessing;
Marriage is an enjoyment,
We make the best of it.
Truths:
Marriage is so wonderful;
Marriage is so fulfilling;
Marriage is so wholesome;
Marriage is an endless love,
More priceless than all wealth!
Marriage is a way of life;
Marriage is so natural;
Marriage is the better way,
For two, to reach Heaven.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-7-2006
poem by John Celes
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Endless Stream Of Tears
I cry awake at night and hug my pillow
And pray that I will die before I wake
No such luck
Another day of cryin
Dont know how much more my old heart can break
Flooded with these memories and emotions
The tears like rain keep on falling down
They say that Ill forget
But my face is just as wet
As it was the day you left this town
Chorus:
Drowning in this endless, endless
Drowning in an endless stream of tears
Its relentless and Im defenseless
Drowning in an endless stream of tears
I cant believe that I can talk about it
I never thought Id live to see this day
But a broken heart wont kill you
You just want to die
But you have to go on livin anyway
I feel it through and through
And Ive never been so blue
And I cried a river over you
Repeat chorus
Oh, Im drowning in this endless, endless
Drowning in this endless, endless
Drowning in this endless, endless
Drowning in this endless stream of tears
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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The marriage didn't work out but the separation is great.
All men to me are god-like Gods!
All men to me are god-like Gods!
My eyes no longer see
vice or fault.
Life on this suffering earth
is now endless delight;
the heart at rest, full,
overflowing.
In the mirror, the face and its reflection --
they watch each other;
different, but one.
And, when the stream pours into the ocean...
no more stream!
poem by Sant Tukaram
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Illegal Alien
Got out of bed, wasnt feeling too good
With my wallet and my passport, a new pair of shoes
The sun is shining so I head for the park,
With a bottle of tequila, and a new pack of cigarettes
I got a cousin and she got a friend,
Who thought that her aunt knew a man who could help
At his apartment I knocked on the door,
He wouldnt come out until he got paid.
Now dont tell anybody what I wanna do
If they find out you know that theyll never let me through, cos
Its no fun being an illegal alien, no
Its no fun being an illegal alien
Down at the office had to fill out the forms
A pink one, a red one, the colours you choose,
Up to the counter to see what they think
They said it doesnt count man, it aint written in ink.
I dont trust anybody, least not around here, cos
Its no fun being an illegal alien, I tell ya
Its no fun being an illegal alien, no no no no no
Its no fun being an illegal alien, I mean it when I tell ya that
Its no fun being an illegal alien,
An illegal alien, o.k.
Consideration for your fellow man
Would not hurt anybody, it sure fits in with my plan
Over the border, there lies the promised land
Where everything comes easy, you just hold out your hand
Keep your suspicions, Ive seen that look before
But I aint done nothing wrong now, is that such a suprise
But Ive got a sister whod be willing to oblige
She will do anything now to help me get to the outside
So dont tell anybody what I wanna do
If they find out you know that theyll never let me through, because
Its no fun being an illegal alien, I tell ya
Its no fun being an illegal alien, and its getting me down
Its no fun being an illegal alien, no no no no no
Its no fun being an illegal alien, yeah yeah yeah
Its no fun (not much fun) being an illegal alien, I tell ya that
Its no fun being an illegal alien, I tell ya
Its no fun being an illegal alien, no no no
Its no fun (not bloody much fun) being an illegal alien,
Its no fun being an illegal alien, and thats what I am.
song performed by by Genesis
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Unless one is submissive…
‘What is the secret of your fifty year of marriage? ’
‘Simple, immediately after marriage,
I saw her shoot her horse to my alarm.
She said that she did it as he disobeyed.’
Since then I haven’t disobeyed her..
No partnership works unless one’s sleeps.
21.08.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Human Trafficking By Marriage
Egypt under age marriages
buying a poor child bride
bride for sale bride for profit
thank Allah is now illegal
since 2002 illegal in Egyptian law
child married three times a month
in 2002 10,000 cases of abuse
age old customs traditions in use
child marriage now illegal
in contemporary Egyptian law
Prophet Muhammad blessed
be his name would not allow
the buying selling of a child
under disguise of marriage
search your heart now read
Al Quran guide to humanity
then ask would Muhammad
repeatedly sell this poor child
as some of you repeatedly do?
By Allah judgement is passed.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Think twice
Love grows thicker
Whether or not together
Are she and he,
As long as
Each longs for the other.
Separation is not the end
If inspiration lasts till the end.
A neem coated capsule.
Once the longing is gone
And he is out thrown
Separation is the end.
Desperation stays till the end.
A sweet coated venom.
For her, if he is
A hair cut off,
An unwanted one,
The hair leaves
Its life and its pain too.
She is no more
To him, nor any more.
Separation is a thrill
If the love persists.
21.09.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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It became plain very soon after our marriage that ours was to be a literary partnership.
quote by Mary A. Ward
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Mistress Answer****************1978
the lover is the backbone of his mistress
he is her hopes, her dreams, her fantasies.
he keeps her on a string, but to him she is everything.
through her he sees all his failures and mistakes
whereas he sits and contemplates.
she in turn looks to him for strength
and guideness in her hours of despair.
and knows when she needs him
he'll always be near.
she lives in her realm of fantasies
and depends upon him for his 'realities'
she is what she wants to be
living in hpocrisy.
poem by Louis Rams
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Separation
Miles and miles
Of separation
Separate -
You and me.
Separation
Seems to be
An endless
Journey…
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Of Love and Parting
Of Love And Parting
Date: April 2,2010
For too long,
I have slept in the shadows of the truth
Forever hopeful for a path to the light
For years, I've felt the bitter sting
And suffered the cold hand of disappointment
So, take the breathless whispers,
The laughter, the honey-fused kisses…
I've drank too much bad water
It's left me broken… my spirit torn
I no longer wish to bathe in the well of heartache
Its love me tenderly, sweetheart…or set me free
There is no middle ground, no half measure
There is only my heart…the tender longing of my soul…
And the endless love I feel for you
So, if these gifts disappoint…
If I've failed to live up to your pride or fancy
Then please leave it be, moreover…leave me be
I don't need lustful banter, without the fire of passion
Or a stone cold heart offering but sorrow
The once coveted whispers, fall deaf upon my ears
And the night winds do little to soften the soul of a non-believer
Yesterday's flattery creeps like a slow poison
Leaving me overwrought and uneasy
While the renderings of today rain down on me, bitter and raw
My flesh has grown cold in the want for your touch
And my heart….hard… without the balm of love
Endless promises have offered only a vast emptiness
And have served to drive the cleave but deeper
Severing the vessel of my long held faith
We've ventured far on the wings of my desire…
Only to find ourselves at the end of our journey
Saddened to part…not as friends or as lovers
But as strangers, two ships, adrift on a lonely sea
Each running headlong to the point of no return
The fire has dwindled and burns low on the horizon
The night's have grown silent, no longer echoing soft your name
And while moonlit skies sparkle bright with bittersweet longing
The occasional shooting star streaks forth to remind me
Of a fire that burned fierce but died too soon
We've come to the end of this chapter
A crusade fraught with love, with passion…and with loss
Yet my history book would be flawed, imperfect without it
This passage, forever sacred to my heart is burned deep into memory
And as I lift the quill to pen the verses of a new tomorrow
I'll accept today's heartache as a lesson learned
********************************** ***********
Copyright © 2010 Leria Hawkins, All Rights Reserved
poem by Leria Hawkins
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Drown
Drown, drown
Drown, drown
Drown, drown, suffocating no air, underwater no air
Drown, drown, suffocating no air, underwater no air
And you know that I need you
So give me something I can do
But you just take and rip away, until its over
Ive been waiting for so long
Finally found out what went wrong
Listen closely and you will hear, that it is over, right now
She ties you down, down, down, down, down, down, down
Wasted!!
You made me love you
Drown, drown, suffocating no air, underwater no air
Drown, drown, suffocating no air, underwater no air
Lie your head down thoughts consume
On a blanket in your room
Wraps into fire and comes so clear
Face head over
Drifting out, out into sea
Looking glass, cleared for me
Glancing slowly for some room
To bang a nail solidly through
Its all over cant you see
Ive given you all of me
So scratch until you dig away, all of the venom from your vein
I cant help you, cant you see, that it is over
Dont you know its over, dont you know its over
Drown, drown, suffocating no air, underwater no air
Drown, drown, suffocating no air, underwater no air
Drown, drown, suffocating no air, underwater no air
Drown, drown, suffocating no air, underwater no air
Sacrifice my soul to you
Disappearing in thin air
song performed by by Uranium 235
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One Wished. One Had. One Glad It's Gone
When I think of you and trust,
I am thinking of us and no one else.
But Lately I am cautiously near you,
With suspicion...
I wish would go away.
What did you do when you did it?
I've been so blindly romancing you.
I stumble over my own fantasies!
When I think of you and Lust!
I...
Whew! !
Would you like that graphic?
And detailed?
I...do...not...hear...you.
'Why should I respond?
What's going on in your head and mine,
Are on two separate journeys.'
Where was I when 'that' happened?
'Not listening. Thoughtless. Uncaring and distant.'
And where did 'you' go?
The 'you' I thought I knew.
'I'm not going to waste a 'trip' on you.
We've been through that.
And...
Where do I go?
When did you start caring about that? '
So..
What was done you did,
Had to have been recent.
You have lost desire, passion...
And,
Don't say 'committment'!
'I will whisper it!
And maybe 'then' it will connect,
In your head.'
When I think of you,
I stumble over my own fantasies.
I am thinking of us and no one else.
I've been so blindly romancing you.
I stumble over my own fantasies!
When I think of you...
Now.
And what was done you did...
Whatever you did do...
I could not desire you without passion.
And well...
What 'is' committment?
'One wished. One had. One glad it's gone.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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At the Altar
Now to take away your life –
Devour your soul afresh upon
The birth of every dawning day
– The spawn of sun and earth –
As of the way Prometheus lost hepatic flesh –
He stole fire! You stole gropes
And f*cks of me; so suffer thee!
Oh yes, perspire! Drizzle down the beads
Upon that crimson, blotchy skin –
I see the once cocksure pose, my man,
Is wearing terribly thin.
Indeed, an absence of repose
Discloses thumping in your chest –
Irregularly rhythmic – like the humping
(When you thought I was a body to molest) .
No more! my little man, for I shall wrest
The living essence from your
Paling, quivering form! –
You’ve had your gentle calm
Before the rumblings of the storm!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Life after death..... a journey
the shadow of the mystery of the
new life, awake
the womb of
life forever
life has wondered the solitude of time,
the stream of life of light
echo in a distance,
transcending the
ray that gives the
breath of life
time has drown to reveals
the essence of existence,
where wisdom has
lighted to glitter
in the dark
illusion of passion intertwine the
mystery of life, for the
twilight zone of dawn
of a new life is the
beginning of
life after death
face the dawn my dear soul... its the
end of time....a beginning of an
endless life time
poem by Antonio Liao
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Slowly forgoten
Sink away the memory
sink away love
drown out passion
drown out patience
burn down the tower of lies
Slowly you slip from me
my patience for you has gone
I no longer think of you all the time
even your voice is a fleeting memory
how long
has the passion been gone?
soon I'll burn it down passion, lies and all to the ground
poem by Eric Elliott
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Passion
The keys to notes play tunes of loss,
Tunes of longing, tunes of blues.
'Til metal enshrouding the air does trump with
Tunes of longing, tunes of blues.
Wood and string provide a base for
Tunes of longing, tunes of blues.
Encased in brass belong the bones of
Tunes of longing, tunes of blues.
Emblems and traps do kick and swear by
Tunes of longing, tunes of blues.
Until laughter disturbs this sweet eden,
My tortured soul lies bare.
I leave my emotions encapsulated
In sonic vibrations of air.
The tunes of longing and tunes of blues
Are played until the eve
When players no longer respect their tears
And thus, themselves, deceive.
poem by Liam O'Brien
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Seventh Seal
Walk me down to the wishing well
help me find that miracle
splash that holy water on me
drown my faith in trinity, yeah!
oh yeah
Little by little, gonna get it, I swear
one more piece of the puzzle, I'm there
gotta get lucky gotta get that done
little bit of luck never hurt no one
come on take me down, down, down....
I'm in a cold sweat
Lord don't let me drown, drown, drown, drown
in mother earth's soul, yet
under darken skies
we'll see the light
broken now I can't help but feel
someone cracked the seventh seal
nothing sacred, nothing left unturned
when nothing's simple then nothing's learned
so take me down to the virgin spring
wash away my suffering, oh
splash that holy water on me
wash my eyes so I can see
come on take me down, down, down....
I'm in a cold sweat
Lord don't let me drown, drown, drown, drown
in mother earth's soul, not yet
Lord I think I found, found, found....
my mother lode, hey
down, down, down, down, down, down,
take me down, down, down, down....
take me
song performed by by Van Halen
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Fantasies Oversold When Told
Fantasies oversold when told,
Have a tendency to be difficult to re-tell...
With bits and pieces of truth injected.
A clinching to them begins.
And people become offended...
When storylines being changed,
Affect what they accept...
Has been 'common' sense.
Or different versions of them...
Are suddenly making appearances,
To convince.
Fantasies oversold when told,
Start to crack foundations...
That are molded in isolation.
And divisions of faith,
Begin with to subdivide.
And people are afraid to call fantasies lies.
The marketing of them has been too fantastic.
The ridding of them would be too drastic.
And minds confused will seek higher doses...
Of an assortment of medications once illegal,
Now obtain in beverages that attract children...
Quick to be addict to products with cute names.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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