Sandra
BY BARRY MANILOW AND ENOCH ANDERSON
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She's a great little housewife
Though sometimes she talks like a fool
But she helps at the store in the holiday rush
And she picks up the kids after school
And she puts down the phone when her husband comes home
And she changes from mother to wife
'Til she feels the words hanging between them
And she hangs by her words to her life
She says I swear I love my husband, I love my kids
I wanted to be like my mother
But if I hadn't done it as soon as I did
Oh there might have been time to be me
For myself, for myself
There's so many things that she wishes
She don't even know what she's missin'
And that's how she knows that she missed
She's a sweetheart, except when she's moody
It's hard to get through to her then
Depressed for a while when the youngest was born
Oh but that happens now and again
She might take a drink with the housework
Or when Michael's kept late at the shop
A Martini or two before dinner
But she always knows when to stop
She says I swear I love my husband and I love my kids
You know I wanted to be like my mother
But if I hadn't done it as soon as I did
Oh there might have been time to be me
For myself, for myself
There's so many things that she wishes
She don't even know what she's missin'
And that's how she knows that she missed
Oh they used to hold hands at the movies
Now it's seldom if ever they go
Once you've paid for the sitter and parkin' the car
There's no money left for the show
She was doing the dishes
When a glass fell and broke on the tile
And she cut her wrist (quite by mistake)
It was real touch and go for a while
She says Oh God I love my husband and I love my kids
You know I wanted to be like my, my mother
But if I hadn't done it as soon as I did
Oh there might have been time to be me
For myself, for myself
There's so many things that she wishes
She don't even know what she's missin'
And that's how she knows that she missed
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Sandra
(barry manilow / enoch anderson)
Shes a great little housewife
Though sometimes she talks like a fool
But she helps at the store in the holiday rush
And she picks up the kids after school
And she puts down the phone
When her husband comes home
And she changes from mother to wife
til she feels the words hanging between them
And she hangs by her words to her life
She says....
I swear I love my husband
I love my kids
I wanted to be like my mother
But if I hadnt done it as soon as I did
Oh, there might have been time to be me for myself, for myself
So many things that she wishes
She dont even know what shes missing
And thats how she knows that she missed
Shes a sweetheart except when shes moody
Its hard to get through to her then
Depressed for a while when the youngest was born
Ah, but that happens now and again
Ah, she might take a drink with the housework
Or when michaels kept late at the shop
A martini or two before dinner
But she always knows when to stop
She says....
I swear I love my husband
And I love my kids
And, though I wanted to be like my mother
But if I hadnt done it as soon as I did
Oh, there might have been time to be me for myself, for myself
So many things that she wishes
She dont even know what shes missing
And thats how she knows that she missed
Oh, they used to hold hands at the movies
Now its seldom, if ever, they go
Once you pay for the sitter, and parking the car
Theres no money left for the show
She was doing the dishes
When a glass fell and broke on the tile
And she cut her wrist, quite by mistake
It was real touch and go for a while
She says....
Oh god, I love my husband
And I love my kids
Well, I wanted to be like my mother
But if I hadnt done it as soon as I did
Oh, there might have been time to be me for myself, for myself
So many things that she wishes
She dont even know what shes missing
And thats how she knows that she missed
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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You Better Sit Down Kids
Better sit down kids
Ill tell you why, kids
You might not understand, kids
But give it a try, kids
Now how should I put this
Ive got something to say
You mother is staying
But Im going away
No, were not mad, kids
Its hard to say why
Your mother and i
Dont see eye to eye
Say your prayers before you go to bed
Make sure you get yourself to school on
Time
I know youll do the things your mother
Asks
Shes gonna need you most to stay in
Line
Keep in mind your mothers gonna need
Your help a whole lot more than she
Ever did before
No more fights over little things
Because
I wont be here to stop them anymore
I know you dont want this, neither do
We
But sometimes things happen
That we cant foresee
Now try to be calm, kids
And dont look so sad
Just cause I am leaving
Ill still be your dad
Just remember I love you
And though Im not here
Just call if you need me
And Ill always be near
(repeat chorus)
Well, I have to go now
So kiss me goodbye
My eyes are just red, kids
Im too big to cry
song performed by by Cher
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No More Living Dead, Zombie Kids
What do you think you are doing
to these kids?
Please stop destroying these kids' minds!
Are you that cold-hearted?
Don't you care?
Maybe you don't. But I do.
Don't you remember back when
you had feelings
for your wife, girlfriend,
husband, boyfriend,
mother, father,
grandma, grandpa,
or brother or sister, or friend?
So please let these kids
live a normal life
instead of being the living dead zombies.
Let the boys be boys
Let the girls be girls.
Let them show feelings,
show emotions, show love.
I want to hear their laughter,
hear them chatter kids talk.
I want to see them play,
run, learn, just having fun.
Let these kids live and grow
a normal life.
They could be the future mother,
future father,
future husband, wife,
future author, writer or a poet,
future president,
future owner of a company,
future farmer, future teacher, etc....
But they can't
if you keep on feeding them
with these killer drugs.
Please for once listen to somebody
even me.
You know who I'm talking to...
it's you the one who sells
and manufactures
cocaine, crank, LSD, marijuana,
acid, etc....
Maybe it's too late for you
to live a normal life
But don't let it
be too late for the kids
if you really care.
Please no more living dead,
zombie kids.
poem by Noreen Ann Jenkins
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My heart beat
It all seems like today
Ages have passed by…
My heart missed a beat
When I first saw you
When you stretched out your hand
When you spoke to me first
When you said you look good
When you stood talking for hours
My heart missed a beat
My heart missed a beat
When I met you
When we started dating
When we went on shopping
When we spent time in each other’s company
When we were in each other’s arms
My heart missed a beat
My heart missed a beat
When I wanted to say something
When you found that life was miserable
When you thought I should live with you
When you enjoyed my company
When you proposed to me
My heart missed a beat
My heart missed a beat
When I felt your love
When we first had a talk
When we had a long walk
When we never heard the waves on the shore
When we knew we loved each other
My heart missed a leap
My heart missed a leap
When I lost words
When you found them for me
When you touched me first
When you blew in my ears
When you kissed me first
My heart missed a beat
My heart missed a beat
When I saw the ring
When we decided
When we finalized things
When we knew everything was fine
When we heard the revolt
My heart missed a beat
My heart missed a beat
When I saw you parents
When you said your mother’s decision
When you were thinking twice
When you wanted to satisfy both
When your thoughts wavered
My heart missed a beat
My heart missed a beat
When I understood you
When we decided to go ahead
When we said this is the right time
When we told our friends
When we held hands
My heart missed a beat
My heart missed a beat
When I became your wife
When you were all to myself
When you said you love me lots
When you and your mother accepted me
When you became my world
My heart missed a beat
My heart missed a beat
When I knew a life in me
When we realized the fact
When we understood our culmination’s fruit
When we were to be too proud
When we heard a heart in me
My heart missed a beat
My heart missed a beat
When I first heard them cry
When you saw with sparkling eyes our babies
When you said they resemble me
When you said I am now a proud father of two
When you said I love you for this
My heart missed a beat
My heat missed a beat
When I heard them call me mom
When we were proud parents
When we shared happy moments
When we saw them grow
When we heard good things about them
My heart missed a beat
My heart missed a beat
When I knew it was time for marriages again
When you said just both of us now
When you saw me with love
When you said you look young still
When you whispered I love you
My heart missed a beat
You are a part of me
Even in our ripe old age
My heart beats only for you from day one
The day yours stop so will mine stop
For my heart beats only for you…
It all seems like today
Ages have passed by…
poem by Leena Bose
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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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Kid Things
What's there that makes you want to be lonely
What's there to keep you sitting at home
He'd always say no no no as if he wanted you to be hungry
well the same things you're missing
could get you into something else
Better leave when to stay is only
nothing but being alone
what I wanted you to know
is Kid things
seemed like nothing at all
kid things
make it better than it was
Kid things
seemed like nothing at all
but kid things
make it better than it was
hey what you got that makes you want to be lonely
hey what you got that makes it a better way to be
she said No no no i can't get any love and it's a sunday.
I said oh yeah what makes you think I wanted it that way.
cause one or two more smiles from you and
i don't need anything else.
what I wanted you to know
is kid things
seemed like nothing at all
kid things
make it better than it was
we're just kids
we spend all night on the phone
it's a kid thing
but i sleep better when i'm not alone
what i want right now
is just some more
gimme more..
Hey what you think
is you're not getting any younger
What i know is that you're not really very old
i know you wanna say No no no
it feels much better in the summer
well if it isn't warm where you're sittin'
then kitten come on in out of the cold
Cause all I know is when I'm with you
well I don't need anything else.
what I wanted you to know
is Kid things
seemed like nothing at all
and kid things
make it better than it was
We're just kids...
we spend all night on the phone
It's a kid thing..
so i sleep better
when i'm not alone
Kid things
seemed like nothing at all
kid things
make it better than it was
We're just kids...
Just like driving a car...
it's a kid thing
and the further out the closer in you are
song performed by by Counting Crows
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Mothers Day 2006
I hope you have a happy day
The day that's named for you
I hope you have fun
And do the things you like to do
I hope the sun shines real bright
All through the day
I hope happy wishes
Keep coming your way
I hope you get to do
Things that you desire
I know your love for your kids
Burns in you like a fire
So have a happy Mother's day
I hope you get all the best
I know your kids do believe
Their Mother outshines the rest
5-13-06/RJH
poem by Ray Hansell
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To Daddy
Momma never seemed to miss the finer things in life
If she did, she never did say so to daddy
She never wanted to be more than mother and a wife
If she did, she never did say so to daddy
The only things that seemed to be important in her life
Was to make our house a home and make us happy
Momma never wanted anymore than what she had
If she did, she never did say so to daddy
He often left her all alone
She didnt mind the stayin home
If she did, she never did say so to daddy
And she never missed the flowers
And the gifts he never gave her
If she did, she never did say so to daddy
Being took for granted was a thing that she accepted
And she didnt need those things to make her happy
She didnt even seem to notice
That he didnt kiss and hold her
If she did, she never did say so to daddy
Chorus:
One morning we awoke
Just to find the note
That momma carefully wrote
And left to daddy
And as he began to read it
Our ears could not believe it
The words that she had written there to daddy
She said our kids are old enough
And they dont need me very much
So Ive gone in search for love I need so badly
I have needed you so long
But I just cant keep holdin on
She never meant to come back home
If she did, she never did say so to daddy
Tag:
Mommas gone
Good-bye to daddy
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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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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Protection
The things you're doing are
Illegal in your own country
So you travel around the world
Looking for your heaven
Little girls are waiting there
Forced to be abused
By you
Refrein:
It was their mother
She made them scream
Even though they were
All she had then
But she needed the money
If she wanted to survive
She had to be selfish
Gave her kids away
Gave her kids away
And as she's sitting there
She's playing with her girlfriends
She is playing with her dolls
Tries to catch a butterfly
But when the monster comes in
She has to put up make-up
Again
Refrein:
It was their mother
She made them scream
Even though they were
All she had then
But she needed the money
If she wanted to survive
She had to be selfish
Gave her kids away
Gave her kids away
And as you're lying there
The sheets you lie on
Are all full of blood
The cross you pray on
But where's your god
There was no protection no
There was no protection no
There was no protection no
Nooo
Refrein:
It was their mother
She made them scream
Even though they were
All she had then
But she needed the money
If she wanted to survive
She had to be selfish
Gave her kids away
Gave her kids away
song performed by by Krezip from Nothing Less
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The Heavens Over Lighthouses
Sounds of your memory—what does
It mean, all of those diseases:
Thinking and thinking of Colorado
Where my mother was born outside of Denver—
In just a little slip of a vale—
In a house next to a house built by a blind man—
Against all of those busied echoes up against
The canyons:
Maybe she was in love with her brother when she
Was in her youngest years:
But she graduated high school, got married
And had children—and her husband—her husband
Is my father:
Man from
Michigan—fat as a hummingbird over the used car
Ports and junk yards—while all of the time
Around his neck a beautiful sun weighing him down like
A jewel—
He was too busied to understand,
Or to truly be in love with her: my mother—my mother—
Windmills turn in the heavens—over lighthouses
And libraries—but what is there left to say?
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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To Daddy
(dolly parton)
Mama never seemed to miss the finer things of life
If she did she never did say so to daddy
She never wanted to be more than a mother and a wife
If she did she never did say so to daddy
The only thing that seemed to be important to her life
Was to make our house a home and make us happy
Mama never wanted any more than what she had
If she did she never did say so to daddy
He often left her all alone but she didnt mind the staying home
If she did she never did say so to daddy
And she never missed the flowers and the cards he never sent her
If she did she never did say so to daddy
Being took for granted was a thing that she accepted
And she didnt need those things to make her happy
And she didnt seem to notice that he didnt kiss and hold her
If she did she never did say so to daddy
One morning we awoke just to find a note
That mama carefully wrote and left to daddy
And as we began to read it
Our ears could not believe it
The words that she had written there to daddy
She said the kids are older now they dont need me very much
And Ive gone in search of love I need so badly
I have needed you so long but I just cant keep holding on
She never meant to come back home
If she did she never did say so to daddy
Goodbye to daddy
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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I Think We Fell In Love Too Fast
Writers: leo sayer, johnny vastano &vini poncia
We were just two kids in high school
Whod never been in love before
Just happened to be together
We never wanted more
We had one long crazy summer
Life was like a honeymoon
But we couldnt hold back our feelins
Guess you came along too soon
Ooh, darlin
I think we fell in love too fast
Ooh, darlin
I think we fell in love too fast
I was workin my way through college
When you wrote and told me the news
Said you were gonna have a baby
Yeah, I knew my college days were through
Had to work late to make the money
You saw more of the kid than me
I guess I knew I failed you when
You said that youd rather be free
You wanted to be free
Ooh, darlin
I think we fell in love too fast
Ooh, darlin
I think we fell in love too fast
Well I heard you got away to florida
Got a husband, took the kid
I bet they think the whole world of you
Just like I always did
You were the only one I ever wanted
But I know you cant be replaced
If only wed met a little later, babe
We wouldnt of made the same mistakes
Oh, no, no, no, ooh
Darlin, yeah
I think we fell in love too fast
I know it now
Ooh, darlin, darlin
I know we fell in love too fast, too fast
Ooh, darlin, yeah
I think we fell in love too fast
I know it now
Ooh, darlin, darlin
I know we fell in love too fast, too fast
song performed by by Leo Sayer
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Bottled Up Horny Christian
3
times
in
4
years &
1 of those times brought on the little boy whom she spends most of her time taking care of these days
(that is, after all, the reason her man married her-for her child rearing capability)
and she thinks this second sexless marriage
brings with it the security that the first marriage did not
(first guy & her went at it like bunnies until he started finding other bunnies as well) -
the making of constant whoopee that came with the first guy
is secretly missed,
even if she wasn't the only one that had been tickling his pickle-
still, it is hard to ignore the long stretches of time that her "faithful" husband is gone
with his phone turned off,
or just left on the kitchen table, as if he had been out of the house in an awful rush &
when the baby is asleep &
she's masturbating alone
(well, she still has "jesus, " right? -that strapping young fictional character) ,
she wonders just what she did
for "god" to condemn her in such a way,
as certainly this choice was hers alone,
but everyone that raised her told her that if she followed the ways of the bible,
that if she didn't cheat on her husband &
that if she was a good wife,
then things would be ok for her-that "god" would provide-
but would "god" provide her orgasms?
she knows that if she even so much as asks where her husband has been
that said good christian man will make her wish that she hadn't &
that is why she doesn't-
instead, she just moans alone by the grace of "god, " until she gets off &
then feels guilty about having had any pleasure at all-
she knows that when the next time rolls around that the family goes to church,
that she will look good playing the roll of the dutiful wife,
wound tight in her gingham dress & smiling at her husband
who is smiling at some other church whore-
all the time pent up & about to explode from such relentless sexual
craving, wondering if she'll ever have sex again,
telling her close friends that she doesn't even think about it much,
that her hands are full with the baby-
putting on the best show of her life, daily,
she obviously missed her true calling in life-
she would've made a great actress.
poem by Andrew Delapruch
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Love of man and woman
As a boy, one loves one’s mother.
As a man, one loves one’s wife
As a father one loves one’s kids.
Mother’s love is irrespective of age.
A wife loves her husband for her children.
Children grown up, they are left
To love each other for companionship
And later for their helplessness.
05.07.2001, Pkd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Happy ending
She spent her life worrying over everyone
She spent her days trying to get her kids the life they wanted
She spent her nights trying to convince her husband not to leave
She tried everything
But it never worked
Her worries never went away
Her kids ended up with dead-end lives
Her husband ended up with a 23 year old blonde
And all she wanted was a happy ending
poem by Tiffany Fawcett
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Facing the Truth of Your Lies
Back in September of 2004 -
A couple of months after
My short stay in the hospital
For severe depression -
I tried to contact you to see
If you still missed me,
As you rudely told me
To leave you alone,
That you were married
And had moved, had your
Last name changed to
Your new husband's
And were expecting
A brand new child.
Two years later I learn
The truth through none
Other than that fake 'husband'
Of yours, who posted a message
In one of his hosting forums
Back in 2005 when he was 19
And you were 28.
And so I face the truth, that
You wanted me to face
So much - the truth that
You were always lying
To me and to others
About who you really are -
An insecure and confused
Woman with two children
Without a real father.
No, you were never married
To that geek, who's so good
With computers, who
Drives around fixing other
People's technical problems,
Putting 8-9 hours each day
And not going to school,
To support you and your
Two kids, who are not even
His in a biological or
Legal sense.
For you two were 'living in sin'
Together, as he puts it,
Being 'disowned' by the
Majority of his family
And his manipulative
Mother, who was using
Him to get back at his father.
Well, it looks like he traded
His mother for a new one,
Who's just as manipulative
And conniving.
And I wonder what you do
When he's not around?
Do you stay at home and
Play a fake 'good wife'?
Or do you explore new men
And new options?
Oh yes,
He calls you his fiancée now -
After two years of living together -
But knowing you, I wonder
If you really want to get
Married and miss a chance
That something better comes
Along?
Well, I wish you luck in
Your decision, but I
Just want to say that
I loved you even if I was
A fool to believe you.
March 30,2006
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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Father, Mother, Son
Father, thanks for playin with my friends and me
Im glad they got to meet the man I know
You always knew the words and taught me honesty
Picked me up when I was feeling low
If I could talk to you one more time
I know youd work things out just like before
Where did I go wrong, can you hear me sing this song?
Father, I wont see you anymore
Mother, dry your eyes why do you cry those tears?
You knew someday your babyd be a man
Letting go is hard when its for ever dear
I know its late, but now I understand
If I could hold your hand one more time
And hear your lullabies just like before
I know that I did wrong, so Im singing you this song
Mother, I wont see you anymore
Son, I wish you knew how much were missin you
I saw them cry their tears from up above
I try to tell them, but the words arent getting through
I didnt mean to hurt the ones I love
Mother, father, I hope to see you soon
And things will be just like they were before
Im sending all my love, Im watching from above
And Ill be in their hearts forever more
song performed by by Motley Crue
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Woman Talk-Man Talk- Lisa and Jodi
'Why do I'
she said
always have to carry the torch
be the one who illuminates
while you bask
in the hidden shadows
making no effort;
the one dog
on the dog
sled team
not really pulling?
Why do I have to answer the phone,
talk to the neighbors
organize the birthday parties
talk to the in-laws
and then get all dressed up
after cooking dinner
and make you feel wanted?
Why do I have to do the dishes
dress the kids
empty the trash
while you watch the ball game?
You're right he said,
Why do I have to be the one
to always tell you I'm right
and you never have to discover
that out yourself?
You're right he said.
'Are you mocking me'
'No, ' he said
'that would be wrong'
'You're right.'
'Talk to me' she said.
'Well, ' he said 'this is how it feels to me.
I come home and while I'm working
you have stolen the kids.
I know you work too
but you tell them that if they
do wrong when I come home
I will discipline them.
So they don't have any real feel
for me
except that you can protect them
from me
if you keep their wrong doing from me.
If I am too close to the girls you get jealous
and tell me to empty the trash.
If I really do the dishes and take over
the household with that teenager
we talked about coming in to help-
you oppose.
I'm not to be Household King
but House hold Helper.
If I talk to the in-laws I find out that you
have sabotaged
having told them that behind closed doors
you are suffering
and they think I am mean.
You talk to them more than you talk to me.
If I watch a game
it is a man thing
but if you do lunch with the girls
I'm told I am jealous of girl things.
If I am strong in standing up for my self
I am a chauvinistic;
if you do
you are Warrior Woman.
If I can't sit for hours on the phone
you can
and say I am anti-social.
All the things you do now
and hate
you want me to do
and I think
you would like to see me
in an apron.
And by the way,
sometimes I like to
see you put me before
your friends, the dog
the kids and your mother.
I am in fifth place.
'So 'she said
'is this all there is
to our relationship? '
'No, ' he said I have been meaning
to talk to you about the sex.
You seem to think that most men
are bad in bed
but a woman can't be
bad in bed'
Flash bulletin
that is not true.
So she said
is that all?
No he said
I love you.
And she said
'I love you too.'
Neither
was bad
that night.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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(Lyric Poems) To Whom Shall I Tell The Tragedy Of Our Illicit Romance?
Beloved.To whom shall I tell
The tragedy of our illicit romance?
Darling.Do you love your husband
Truly and heartily and justly?
Sweetheart.You take the cellphone
The phone rings.You call us to
Party with you at your hard working
And much maligned hubby's expense
You're the star expert hostess tonight
You entertain us.You're loving you are
In your element you sing like the little
Bird when you see us wolf down the
Exquisite Mediterranean dishes you serve
And your despised husband...he's the
One who looks for the crumbs who rushes
Out of the sight of the titled guests...
He hides under the bed in the children's
Room and doesn't show his face lest his
Huggared and rugged and rough appearance
Should peep in and cause offense
Sweet love.Have a heart and show mercy
And with love attend to the needs of
Your caring loving husband
No way boy.You got me wrong my love
My husband understands
He is fine he is comfortable so long as
He doesn't fret about this hearty situation
And he deserves what he gets
Eat and drink and dance with me
Dangling like a leaf in your arms my love
The days are longer and we are in love
Don't worry about tomorrow
Come and hold me in your arms
Give me a kiss
Then I'll be off to attend to the
Wounded pride of my husband
Dear love.For how long shall we go on and
Fool ourselves and be arrogant and think not your
Husband is plotting the chilling come
Back of his merciless revenge? You blundered
My love.The biggest mistake was for you
To get him a job and now he's our colleague
And we humiliate him the worst of the
Bawdy jokes are authored by you
It's not my business
If he's so grumpy and gloomy whatever ails him
It's his pre historic misfortune
To lack the sense of humor
The moon is bright outside
You're in the right mood for love
I'm passionate about you
Oh stop fearing the unknown
The unknown moon has issued the challenge
Take me in your arms
And lay me down under the bright moon light
And make love to me in the glare
Of the naughty peeping stars
Then we'll worry about the sight
Of my weeping husband hovering
Large and threatening over the sight
Of our last romp on the grass of mother earth
Sweetheart look over your shoulder
And he is looming large and danger is lurking over us
And he is pulling the illicit trigger my love
Who will tell the tragedy of our illicit
Romance when we're buried under the grass of mother earth?
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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