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Softy

Suddenly I hate my lying
and it with my unrational feeling all fade away I need to say
It was an unclear picture such a long time ago
What do I to do with it?
Still loving.
It's me who get on over my husband
Not my husband-to-be be ragious
I'm harder enough
Than your softness

poem by Yihuai Ying
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A Husband...

A husband should be
Loyal and honest
A husband should be
Strong and protective

A husband should be
Loving and romantic
A husband should be
Patient and understanding

A husband should know
When enough is enough
A husband should know
When to fight and when to cry

A husband should know
all your goals and dreams
A husband should know
your strengths and well as your weaknesses

A husband needs to be a true man
A husband needs to love you unconditionally
A husband needs to know your heart is forever his

poem by Sarah Holmes
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i Asked God Why

I asked God. Why me I asked god. One day God took my loving husband from me with out let me know what it’s going to happen to me with out him. I started asking why? What I did wrong to deserve this, many questions were in my head all the time. Now I know the answer. God took my husband it is not because I did something wrong, it was my husband time to leave this world. Now two years passed by and I understood that God don’t give you thinks that you’re not able to handle. Now I have an Angel that it’s looking after me all the time to make sure that I do the best every single day. I missed my loving husband but I know he is in a very good place.

poem by Rocio Batir
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A Honey-Do List (This is my attempt at a Sestina)

I wrote a long honey-do list
and handed it to my husband.
With a smile he read it and with a fold
he stuffed it in his pocket.
I'll get to this as soon as I can,
but can't you hear the cry from the dogs.

Who can't hear the cry of the dogs?
Did you not read my list?
If you won't do it I can,
I said to my loving husband
I took the list from his pocket.
And opened it at the fold.

It was closed with a fold,
because I want to hunt my dogs.
Now return it to my pocket.
I will get to the list,
Said my loving husband.
I'll get to it when I can.

I'm doing the best I can,
and he creased it at the fold.
Cried out my loving husband,
you know I love my dogs.
I'll get around to this list
and returned it to his pocket.

With my fingers I tapped the pocket,
maybe you can't but I can,
dropp you from my list.
Grabbing me he did fold
me in his arms like he does his dogs.
I am your loving husband.

I promise you said my loving husband,
with a hand on his heart across his pocket
I love you more than my dogs
I'll get to you when I can
Please return me to your fold
Because you know you head my list

Thirty-two dogs and one husband
added to my list and stuffed in a pocket
Enjoy it while I can and iron out our differences at the fold.

poem by Victoria Dame
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Husband Where Are You?

Can you feel the music play? I think about you everyday, husband of mine where are you?

I see you arms around me as, your growing love surrounds me, can you feel it to, husband where are you?

There music in my heart, I don’t know just where to start, the universe has told me my love about you. Husband of mine, when we meet our eye’s won’t turn and our hearts will forever yearn, letting us know we are for each other.

I waited all so long, met the one’s that were all wrong, husband of mine I know your coming for me.

I see your eye’s! I see you smiling! When we make love it all our hearts yearning.

Husband of mine, please come for me I know it time for us to meet, I can even smell the smells around you.. We read the same books yeah, the sprit of the universe surrounds me, the sprit of the universe surrounds you.

The day we meet you will say, I waited day after day, for the softness of your beauty.

Husband of mine you finally found me, Husband of mine your love surrounds me.

poem by Ivy Saldana
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Husband

Do you realise
That over the
Years, if you
Become dependent
On your husband -
Especially if you
Have a loving and
Caring, lovable
Husband.

You dread
What the world
Would be without
Him, when you
Would never be
Able to see your
Husband.

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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My Husband

It is true:
My husband
has never
taken out
the garbage
from our little house
in the suburbs.

My husband
has never
taken our children
out for the night
to trick-or-treating
as I sit
on the porch in a witch hat.

My husband
has never
come home from
a long day
to a special meal
I have prepared
just for him.

My husband
has never
told me he loves me
beside a warm fire
on our honeymoon.

But he will.

poem by Erica Francis
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My Husband.

Husband is someone;
You spend most of your life with.
And with him;
You are for years.

My life has become strong;
For my husband is not wrong.
My life has become independent;
For my husband never let me dependent.
My life has become pure;
For my husband had every cure.
My life has become romantic;
For my husband is very aromatic.
My life had a new beginning;
For my husband was nearing.

And the most valuable gift-
My husband has given me;
Are my 2 wonderful and the best kids-
And I thank God,
For the wonderful family he has given me.

poem by Anju Addanki
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Where It Was At Back Then

Husband,
last night I dreamt
they cut off your hands and feet.
Husband,
you whispered to me,
Now we are both incomplete.

Husband,
I held all four
in my arms like sons and daughters.
Husband,
I bent slowly down
and washed them in magical waters.

Husband,
I placed each one
where it belonged on you.
'A miracle,'
you said and we laughed
the laugh of the well-to-do.

poem by Anne Sexton
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My Husband

my husband,
my husband is the poignant King,
A soildier,
A guardian,
Never mixture of lies and truth,
He is never despising,
Ever loving, ever thinking,

He's gone to prepare a place for me,
A dwelling Sanctuary,
My husband,
Wash every organ in my function,
Hail your name,
The ignoble aliens,
These unfeigned verses,
Really proved you are the good Samaritan,
Not the Priest,
Neither the Mob or the Church,
My Husband the poetical Skills,
With you I kiss vicissitudes,

I think,
Salvation is a long way pattern,
A pattern of integrity and love,
Use these verses,
Official that washeth the Earthly burdens,

poem by Maxim Muyu
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Some Whispers Provoked a Wife to Lie

We were sitting, and a vernal breeze playing,
Yet she was looking, he wasn't any attention paying.
A passing concubine granted her part for the playing breeze
And whispered in the man's ears,
Then, gone with the wind
She just wanted her greetings to send.

The wife started to gasp,
Consoling herself it was a mishap.
He, a daydreamer, caught of his wife a glimpse
Trembling, shaking, and raging were her lips.
Were the concubine's whispers uproarious?
Or was his love thought to be glorious?

She'd twist the veil of expressionless.
She'd put on an edifice of deceitfulness.
And ask, 'would an infant loathe his father? '
Some whispers had a wife her husband to bother.

The husband, daydreaming of the whispers footsteps
Of whom passed and evoked the ribs
Of a wife to beseech her doubts
To fade away behind the shouts
Of lying truths, those serenity should trigger
Yet the husband's ignorance, cruelty would river.

Suddenly, the wife faced the truth with its death
And drowned herself in myrrh to act a myth
She said, 'of my thoughts you are the leader! '
Yet her husband was merely a daydreamer!

poem by Eiz Qarqash
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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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The Seahorse

The seahorse doesn’t do divorce:
It picks a spouse for life.
The wife’s the husband and, perforce,
The husband is the wife.
A husband, feeling rightly proud
(As husbands are, of course) ,
Will say of her who’s well endowed:
‘My wife’s hung like a horse.’

poem by South Westerner
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Pretty woman

Pretty woman.
But wife is beautiful.
Pretty woman is hot.
But wife is the sexiest.
Pretty woman is just for sex.
But a wife is to make love.
Wife is a forbidden fruit.
To you and all.
and wife is more caring.
Be at home and by her husband.
and wife is the husband diamond.
And the husband love making love to her.
That no other women can.
Make him feel so good.
and her husband always in love.
With her.
And wife is the husband success.
Loving and warm full happiness.
She bears our children. And
She is the most gifted darling.

poem by See Fee Lee
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The Personal Trainer

husband
didn't pay attention when she started to change her look,
after all, she'd been saying how she wanted to for a while &
it seemed to make sense,
what with her going back to the gym full time,
after a period of time away
when they first had been married-
husband just went about his days
working more hours than he knew what to do with,
business was good &
with all the business around him seeming to fail,
he'd been putting away for the life he imagined in the future,
with or without
her-
but her time spent at the gym seemed to increase &
thought her body began to get trimmer, sexier, tighter, stronger &
she seemed to walk around the house with a new zest for life
(when he was there to see her) ,
he still didn't notice that
the personal trainer had moved in-
she had said something to him,
but he was listening less & less
as he had more & more to worry about at work,
for it was all part of building his empire.

the personal trainer was a less successful man
by the standard that money can by,
but he listened to her
as he traced her curves with his fingers in the gym
with palms of his hand smoothly gliding over her muscles
making her body quiver &
it wasn't long before in the car outside the gym
they consummated the professional relationship
again &
again &
again &
again.

as she began to show less interest in sex with her husband,
he wrote it off as a side-effect of marriage &
found himself a main squeeze on the side,
a 20 something who needed money to get her through college
with a perkiness that made him feel young again &
a body that wouldn't quit-
as he grew more distant from the wife,
she grew closer to the personal trainer,
until the day when she brought him home to the house,
when she swore the husband would be gone.

husband found out the way a husband will
when husband had been no longer interested
until another shows his face, as it is only jealousy then
which kicks in, making husband suddenly care-
but personal trainer put husband on the ground
when husband came into his own bedroom
to find personal trainer banging away his bride
who now had no interest in husband-
husband sued the personal trainer for assault &
bride to be divorced husband, taking half of everything he had,
breaking his empire down to nothing
as he had been stupid enough to not require a prenup
at the beginning of it all.

poem by Andrew Delapruch
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Be kind and courteous to the husband

Who / which is
supporting the elderly woman?

Is it the walker or the husband?

The walker never fails,

The husband sometimes forgets;

The walker never protests,

The husband sometimes pretests

and raises his voice;

You can be rude to the walker,

But be kind and courteous to the husband.

poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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Rockets To Roses

Dedicated to My late husband Robert McFarland
Not so long ago in happier days rockets were needed
to put a man on the moon.
My husband succeeded. Then came retirement, what would he do?
He was a scientist, this he knew.
Soon he had a garden of roses like none
I had ever seen.
Loving care he gave them until his life was through.
This I try to do!
I know he enjoys the ones I take to him at his
place of rest.
Sleep well, my love, I am doing my best!

poem by Mary E. McFarland
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Hate Is...

Hate is a feeling that boils with rage.
Hate is a feeling you lose with age.
Hate is a feeling that eats inside.
Hate is a feeling we all should hide.
Hate is the feeling we dont understand.
Hate is the feeling of losing our stand.
Hate is the feeling of a thing called fear.
Hate is the feeling that hurts in here.
Hate is a feeling that grows some more.
Hate is a feeling, what good is it for?
Hate is a feeling that you have too.
Hate is a feeling I have for you.

poem by Kev Elmer
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Opaque, thank God!

One woman is gossiping with her husband
How another woman is all the time
Complaining about her husband about
All small, small things: and this husband
Nods his head, and agrees to what his wife says,
Thinking all the time, “What about you, my dear? ”

poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph
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That Lovin' You Feelin' Again (feat. Roy Orbison)

When I saw you standing there on the street
I found myself by your side
I started wanting you again
There's just no way to hide from that old
Loving You feeling again
It's really got me reeling again
It only seems to stop to start all over again with you
I remember how you'd always been
That certain look in your eyes
Your not easy to resist
But I just walked on by
With that loving old feeling again
It's really got me reeling again
Only seems to stop to start all over again with you
Loving you feeling with you
We were so close we were too far apart
I gave you my love
I wanted your heart
Without yesterday haunting the way
Maybe we'd still be together
Sharing that loving you feeling again
It's really got me reeling again
Will it ever stop and not start over again
That loving you feeling again
No matter how much I try
This loving you feeling
It's taken such a long time to say goodbye
And getting over you is so hard to do
With this feeling loving you
That loving you feeling again

song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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You're living in paradise

I'm getting tired of hearing your silly complaints.
You're angry because your husband isn't a saint.
Your husband forgets and leaves the toilet seat up and you think this isn't very nice.
You think you have it bad but you're really living in paradise.
Your husband has a few flaws but in my eyes he's great.
When I tell you about some other husbands, he'll be a man who you 'll appreciate.
I've seen husbands who beat and raped their wives and some husbands who even threatened them with guns.
And you complain about the superficial things your husband has done.
Close to where I live, a man killed his wife and then set her on fire.
Be thankful that your life isn't so dire.
These poor women's lives have been completely destroyed.
And you have the nerve to complain because your husband goes out once a week with the boys.
Before you complain about your husband again, maybe you should think twice.
You think you have it bad but you're really living in paradise.

poem by Randy Johnson
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