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When I Cross The Last Bridge

my dear wife
when i cross the last bridge of this marriage
let me tell you
that i will be speaking in my own language
not yours
because it is so beautiful
so coherent
and so untrue.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Song for my Wife

my wife, my beloved wife...
my best friend forever
though it is not our anniversary,
yet there is nothing to celebrate,
I love you so much
I love you every day
until we die together
do you know until now,
we had the best family,
i had two beautiful daughters
my dear wife,
every time i wake up in the morning,
i always see your beautiful eyes
i love the warmth of you body
when ever you sleep in my arms
i feel your love so tender,
o my wife, my beloved wife
thought our marriage is not perfect
all I wish is to grow old with you.

poem by Rey Benipayo
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Wife to Be (Petrarchan Sonnet)

I stroll along a fragrant country lane
With honeysuckle perfume on the air -
And feathered crooner's warble to revere -
Then cross a golden sea of flowing grain
In empathy - it seems to sense my pain
Of knowing all was done with my affair -
Her empty meaning now the solitaire
She cast away - betrothment all in vain.
But oceans team with many fish to catch
So I must up and hoist another sail
And seek the one that really waits for me,
For soon auspicious breezes will prevail
In guiding forth to find a truer match:
The one to take my hand as wife to be.

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Let's Get Lost

I don't know where I'll go now
To find some beautiful place to get lost
To find some beautiful place to get lost
Burning every bridge that I cross
She said please stay
I pushed her away
But made it die
I had true love
To find some beautiful place to get lost
Burning every bridge that I cross
I wouldn't miss it again
That I couldn't abide
Invited in
I've been outside
And I even care who follows me there
But ill burn every bridge that I cross
To find some beautiful place to get lost
To find some beautiful place to get lost

song performed by by Elliott Smith
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Melting Pot

many colored drops of rain,
as if the rainbow melted.
childrens' voices crying out,
different sounds, different languages.

all the same language.

millions of hands reaching for
a hand searching for a bridge.
hunger, need, and the emptiness
that drives, that prays, that bleeds.

all the same language.

kindred souls wrapped in fallen leaves,
that crumble, and return to dirt.
millions of eyes turned inward,
under the same sky, looking for tomorrow.

all the same language.

millions of eyes turned inward,
under the same sky, looking for today!
many colored drops of rain.
as if the rainbow melted.

all the same language.
all, speaking human!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Price Of Dead Love

His marriage is over but he has no tears
For the woman he was married to for just over two years
Though he miss his baby daughter when he comes home from work at night
In his marriage she was his one source of delight.

She is with his ex wife her mother who lives with her new man
And for him in her life his ex has only one plan
That he pay his alimony to her on Friday of every week
They no longer have common ground on which to speak.

On their wedding day he thought 'twould be for life
He was so in love with his beautiful wife
But just after two years of marriage love between them is dead
That the ways of love can be fickle no truer words said.

That his ex wife has left him for another he finds that as okay
But he misses his baby daughter when he comes home from work every day
That life has it's ups and downs it's always been this way
And the price of dead love it can be high to pay.

poem by Francis Duggan
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It Is Thanks To Money

It is thanks to money that he has a beautiful young wife
And it is thanks to money that he lives the good life
And though he earned his fortune in the honest way
Money speaks every language as some like to say.

It is thanks to money that others him do admire
And of singing his praises some cannot seem to tire
Were he a retired working class fellow few of him would know
You win more admirers as your bank account grow.

In his early seventies his young wife his wife number three
With him she will never know of poverty
A dark haired beauty of twenty five the same age as his oldest grand-son
Money does speak every language when all is said and done.

Together they walk hand in hand down the street
His gray hair dyed dark brown so full of self conceit
He is a self made multi millionaire for to give him his due
But that money speaks every language happens to be true.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Marriage In God’s Eyes

A wife, by God, was given to me, bound together by God at the start,
In the union of Holy Matrimony, separated never, till death do we part.
In marriage, ordered by God above, brought together to become one,
Led by The Spirit and God’s Love; being held together by God’s Son.

A mate from God, for me to cleave; a partner from Him for all my life,
Placed by my side, never to leave, my dear friend indeed, is my wife.
A helper always to be by my side; in ups and downs, through all time.
A relationship never to be denied, for I am my wife’s and she is mine.

Marriage has been instituted for all, through The Creator’s own decree,
Decreed by God before man’s fall, as the means for building a family.
For the man shall leave his family, and a woman shall leave her home,
And then together the two shall be, through God a family of their own.

Marriage, was God’s first institution, for the caring of God’s very own,
As this was The Lord’s resolution, so man would not have to be alone.
Man and woman formally knit together, through a Decree of The Lord,
Bound as couple by God forever; one union that is not to be ignored.

In each marriage, that is bound by God, in each and every walk of life.
He shall lead you with staff and rod, when together you lean on Christ.
For as The Lord and our Creator, God knows just how lives can mesh,
And with Jesus as your sustainer, you’ll be certain to remain one flesh.

poem by Bob Gotti
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The Railway Bridge of the Silvery Tay

Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silvery Tay!
With your numerous arches and pillars in so grand array
And your central girders, which seem to the eye
To be almost towering to the sky.
The greatest wonder of the day,
And a great beautification to the River Tay,
Most beautiful to be seen,
Near by Dundee and the Magdalen Green.

Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silvery Tay!
That has caused the Emperor of Brazil to leave
His home far away, incognito in his dress,
And view thee ere he passed along en route to Inverness.

Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silvery Tay!
The longest of the present day
That has ever crossed o'er a tidal river stream,
Most gigantic to be seen,
Near by Dundee and the Magdalen Green.

Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silvery Tay!
Which will cause great rejoicing on the opening day
And hundreds of people will come from far away,
Also the Queen, most gorgeous to be seen,
Near by Dundee and the Magdalen Green.

Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silvery Tay!
And prosperity to Provost Cox, who has given
Thirty thousand pounds and upwards away
In helping to erect the Bridge of the Tay,
Most handsome to be seen,
Near by Dundee and the Magdalen Green.

Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silvery Tay!
I hope that God will protect all passengers
By night and by day,
And that no accident will befall them while crossing
The Bridge of the Silvery Tay,
For that would be most awful to be seen
Near by Dundee and the Magdalen Green.

Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silvery Tay!
And prosperity to Messrs Bouche and Grothe,
The famous engineers of the present day,
Who have succeeded in erecting the Railway
Bridge of the Silvery Tay,
Which stands unequalled to be seen
Near by Dundee and the Magdalen Green.

poem by William Topaz McGonagall
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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.

poem by John Celes
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Beautiful Boy

Close your eyes
Have no fear
The monster's gone
He's on the run and your daddy's here
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful boy
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful boy
Before you go to sleep
Say a little prayer
Every day in every way
It's getting better and better
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful boy
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful boy
Out on the ocean sailing away
I can hardly wait
To see you come of age
But i guess we'll both just have to be patient
'cause it's a long way to go
A hard row to hoe
Yes it's a long way to go
But in the meantime
Before you cross the street
Take my hand
Life is what happens to you
While you're busy making other plans
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful boy
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful boy
Before you go to sleep
Say a little prayer
Every day in every way
It's getting better and better
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful boy
Darling, darling, darling
Darling sean

song performed by by Lennon John
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After marriage, the other man's wife looks more beautiful.

quote by Navjot Singh Sidhu
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My Friend From Chicago Says Bless You

on his third marriage
he still has preschoolers
at an age where
he is supposed to go
on a Caribbean cruise
or a getaway in the
Bahamas

his first marriage
was a case of betrayal
while he works away
from him
his wife invited her man
in the marital bedroom

his second marriage was
worst
the woman turns out to
be a lesbian

his third marriage is a kind
of suspense
ten years younger than
his actual age
and bearing him
for now three children

and he is looking still
for more spills

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Friend From Chicago Says Bless You (revised)

on his third marriage
he still has preschoolers
at an age where
he is supposed to go
on a Caribbean cruise
or a getaway in the
Bahamas

his first marriage
was a case of betrayal
while he works away
from home
his wife invited her man
in the marital bedroom

his second marriage was
worst
the woman turns out to
be a lesbian

his third marriage is a kind
of suspense
ten years younger than
his actual age
and bearing him
for now three children

and he is looking still
for more thrill

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What those marriage worth, I am already yours

What those marriage worth, I am already yours
We have marriage by heart not by rituals.
Our marriage is pious then those done by priests
And those other who are eyeing are big fool

Those who tell that I have no right on you
Don’t know that we are lovers by heart
Our children have already started to play
Not those physical children but our love has passed third anniversary.

Is physical marriage bigger then natural?
Even god believes in original heart marriage
Who dare to discard my say can anyone tells me?
If not then why dismay in her physical marriage

I am already husband of yours and you my wife
That crimson in your head, necklace in your neck has not value.

poem by Sambidhan Acharya
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Dear Soldier

Dear soldier,
My dreams for you. My dream for you is to one day be able to sleep and not worry about a thing, My dream for you is to dream some beautiful dreams Dear soldier My dream for you is to feel and see life as it was before. My dream for you is to look at a flower and see its beauty as once before. Dear soldier your wife; look at her and know she feels your pain your wife is the most beautiful flower u will see so… Dear soldier please dream a beautiful dream for I hope you because complet again, you may not see the hero I see you may deny the hero deep within thee but the solder that stands before me has Honor courage, lots of pain but one day I hope your pain withers away. The soldier that stands with Tones of pride is a father of five awesome beautiful kids this solder is idealized by all five kids. Each kid has love for this soldier but not just as a solder but as a daddy a daddy that they see so brave so tall they see daddy as there king. So soldier my dream not a command my wish is for you to feel like you again.

poem by Kasarah Fichter
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Beautiful Boy

Close your eyes, have no fear,
The monster's gone, he's on the run,
And your daddy's here.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy.
Before you go to sleep, say a little prayer,
Ev'ry day, in ev'ry way
It's getting better and better.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy.
Out on the ocean, sailing away,
I can hardly wait to see you come of age
But i guess we'll both just have to be patient.
'cause it's a long way to go,
A hard row to hoe,
Yes, it's a long way to go but in the meantime.
Before you cross the street, take my hand,
Life is what happens to you
While you're busy making other plans.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy.
Before you go to sleep, say a little prayer,
Ev'ry day, in ev'ry way
It's getting better and better.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy.
Darling, darling, darling, darling, sean.
Good night, sean,
See you in the morning.

song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Beautiful Boy

song performed by by Yoko Ono
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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!

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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One Woman's History

'The maiden free, the maiden wed.
Can never, never be the same,
A new life springs from out the dead.
And with the speaking of a name-
A breath upon the marriage bed,
She finds herself a something new.

'Where lay the shallows of the maid
No plummet line the wife can sound;
Where round the sunny islands played
The pulses of the great profound
Lies low the treacherous everglade.

'A wife is like an unknown sea,
Least known to him who thinks he knows
Where all the shores of Promise be,
And where the islands of Repose-
And where the rocks that he must flee.'

poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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The Man Is In Distress

I copy the man of distress,
He collides with a lady who cares,
And marriage ensues when speaking lands.
I release a socking to the cauldron
To steam him, and his wife, the very instrument
Of his design. He wants to ride her day long,
Thinking his wife is a husband.
My steaming is eventful, as I lived when I lied,
And you became a forethought, a woman is alive.
I copy this distressful lie,
And furthermore, it clings forcing a further lie.
Death is no opening date,
It is closure of utter life.

poem by Naveed Akram
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When I Cross The Last Bridge

Related quotes

A Song for my Wife

Wife to Be (Petrarchan Sonnet)

Let's Get Lost

Melting Pot

The Price Of Dead Love

It Is Thanks To Money

Marriage In God’s Eyes

The Railway Bridge of the Silvery Tay

On Marriage

Beautiful Boy

My Friend From Chicago Says Bless You

My Friend From Chicago Says Bless You (revised)

What those marriage worth, I am already yours

Dear Soldier

Beautiful Boy

Beautiful Boy

At the Altar

One Woman's History

The Man Is In Distress

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