Worse Makes Better
my husband has grown worse
over the years
and i in time
have become better
poem by Mark Nwagwu
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27 Years! ! ! ! !
27 years of my life-
I lived like a wife,
waiting for my husband kiss;
Which i always missed.
27 years of my life -
Waited all the nights,
To share my happiness and sadness;
And i felt it was madness.
27 years of my life-
I spent with unknown husband,
Who has time to work;
And I felt like a jerk.
27 years of my life-
I spent with boredom,
And being a loyal wife;
I lost my freedom.
After 27 years of my life-
I still feel something missing,
I still keep looking;
And still waiting.
And the next 27 years will pass by:
Without my husband near by.
poem by Anju Addanki
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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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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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Our Loyalty
amidst the loneliness
that keeps us in this old house
this is what we can do: you sing the videoke
i face the monitor, and i write a poem about us,
25 years on monotony like the sound of the waves of the sea
overnight a boat that takes us to another island
25 years of tolerance about our own idiosyncrasies
another twenty-five years
and another twenty-five years
this is our pledge of allegiance to ourselves
husband and wife
alone, in an old house, left by those behind us
for bitter or for worse
er, for better or for good.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It Can Not Get Any Worse Than This!
'It can not get any worse than this! '
I've heard that expressed many times,
Over the years.
And over the years...
Worse it gets.
As if the worse of it,
Is being monitored by those...
Who are closely watching and placing bets.
It is similar to the calls for unity and peace.
If this is not done periodically,
People feel there is something missing.
Like a Sunday that passes...
Without hypocrisies and stated faith,
From lips being released.
We are a society of steadfast procrastinators.
'It can not get any worse than this! '
Some say that as if they are impatiently waiting.
Hoping and praying to proclaim themselves as witnesses.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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The potted plant
Parents were there that I had no boy friends
Husband is there; I avoid men’s company
Children are grown that I stopped flirting.
I have thus grown without a scandal.
As a plant, well pruned and potted.
23.02.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Why She Never Did
The tears flow from her eyes as a question look arises upon her face
For she knows that I don't care at all
But why should I care why should I have to care
About someone that for the past few years has tried
To ruin my family and has done a fine job of it
I and my mom have become bad again
And I and my slept dad have grown so far apart
That I don't even know where to start
To be able to be as close to him as I once was
My family has fallen apart in so little time
That it will never be the same
I hate her
And will continue to hate her
Until I die
And I will have nothing to do with her grave
What so ever
The evil that she put in my life will never be forgotten
But the happiness that will soon follow will be cherished
How is a kid supposed to feel?
About some person that has made them has so much pain
In there life that it has changed them for the worse
In my eyes she died on the same day as her husband
Because from that day forward
The devil had captured her soul
And throw it away
So what is a kid supposed to think when someone
So mean and vises dies
Because apparently what I think and what I feel
Is wrong
You tell me
You tell me
Why in hell I should feel sad
That someone from hell
That had no feeling what so ever for anyone else
But her self
Why should I think her death was a bad thing?
When really it was a good thing
Why should I acted for them
When she can't see me anymore
And she never gave a rat's ass about any of us kids
So why should I act like I cared
That she died
Why should I
When she never did
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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Pilot Can At The Queer Of God
Oh god
Has she always lived here?
(I think she has)
Oh god
Has she always looked like that?
(I think she has)
Oh god
God, has she forgot me?
(I think she has)
Oh god
Has she joined the army?
(I think she has)
Oh god
Has she left here?
(I think she has)
In her grown up years
In her pilot years
(yes she has)
Like she came from outerspace
Oh god
Has she turned queer?
(yes she has)
In her grown up years
In a pilot dream
(yes she has)
Like she came from outer space
And now shes got helicopters
(yes she has)
Repeat 5 times
song performed by by Flaming Lips
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Grown Men Dont Cry
(steve seskin, tom douglas)
I pulled into the shopping center
And saw a little boy wrapped around the legs of his mother
Like ice cream melting they embraced
Years of bad decisions runnin down her face
All mornin Id been thinkin my lifes so hard
And they wore everything they own, livin in a car
I wanted to tell him it would be ok
But I got just got in my suburban and I drove away
But I dont know why they say grown men dont cry
I dont know why they say grown men dont cry
Keep having this dream about my old man
Im 10 years old, and hes holding my hand
Were talkin on the front porch watchin the sun go down
But it was just a dream he was a slave to his job and he couldnt be around
So many things I wanna say to him
But I just placed a rose on his grave, and I talk to the wind
But I dont know why they say grown men dont cry
I dont know why they say grown men dont cry, dont cry
Im sittin here with my kids and my wife
And everything that I hold dear in my life
We say grace and thank the lord
Got so much to be thankful for
Then its up the stairs and off to bed and my little girl says
I havent had my story yet.
And everything weighin on my mind disappears just like that
When she lifts her head off her pillow and says,
I love you dad
I dont know why they say grown men dont cry
I dont know why they say grown men dont cry
And I dont know why they say grown men dont cry
I dont know why they say grown men dont cry, dont cry
song performed by by Tim McGraw
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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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Same Old Song
And the band starts playing
The same old song again
The monks start praying
To the same God again
But He has grown,
He's grown tired
Maybe its time
That he retired
He's grown selfish,
He's grown Greedy
Bless the homeless
And the needy
And the band start playing
The same old song again
The old are still aging
Its new years eve again
But they've grown stupid,
They've grown lazy
They've grown senile,
and gone crazy
They've grown new cancers,
And suffer old ulcers
There are new medicines,
which might be the answer
And the band start playing
The same old song again
And here I am sitting
Back in that same chair again
You were cold,
and you were hearltless
Still you insist
that you are faultless
You are selfish
and you were cruel
How long must you torture
this young fool
And the band start playing
The same old song again
And when it ends
I press rewind again
I am drunk, and feel so sleepy
And in this room I'm feeling creepy
Maybe we sat here too long
Maybe I should stop listening
To our Old Song
poem by Niroda Abboud
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I will be your husband
For better or for worse
I will be your husband
But of you I quietly demand
Obedience and respect
I am the man of house
I am the man who's intellect
For a just cause
I will be your husband
I expect of you no fuss
When I have the last say
Of how we are to operate
each and everyday especially today
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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So Extraordinary.
So extraordinary
that each time you saw her
it was like the first time
as if you had been new born
to the vision of her
even that last time
when she went across your view
with her husband
to the grocery store
and looking over at you
she smiled that smile of hers
and her eyes had that same sparkle
and even though
you had not seen her
in a few years
and didn't know
her husband from Adam
you still felt seeing her
as if you had seen
a Degas painting
for the first time
or heard Beethoven
touching your ears
at a young age
or smelling your first Chanel
on some dame
but as she went by
into the store
and disappeared from view
you wanted to turn back the clock
to that evening
walking home from choir
and she turned
and kissed you
beneath the moon
and held you close
and happily sighed
but time was fixed
in its rut
for having seen her
that last time
she died.
poem by Terry Collett
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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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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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For the first time in the history of our country the majority of our people believe that the next five years will be worse than the past five years.
quote by James Earl Jimmy Carter, Jr.
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A Grieving Widow
From the cemetery in Cameron Street she's a short walk away
And often at her husband's grave for his soul she does pray
An old miner of the black coal two years ago he died
Soon she will go to join him to lay forever by his side.
Her husband in his mid seventies when the Reaper for him came
And without her one true soul mate life for her not the same
They migrated to Wonthaggi in their early twenties in nineteen fifty three
He was her childhood sweetheart back home in Italy.
The saddest time of her life has been the last two years
She still grieves for her husband for him she still shed tears
Even at the mention of his name the tears come to her eyes
The stonger the bond of love is the sadder the goodbyes
Her son and daughter in Wonthaggi to her they live quite near
And stories of her old Homeland her grand kids love to hear
She tells them of the happy times their grand dad and her did know
When they were young in Italy so many years ago.
At her husband's grave in Cameron Street she says a silent prayer
A woman in her mid seventies with a silvery head of hair
And tears are welling in her eyes at her memories of the past
But no one lives forever and nothing ever last.
poem by Francis Duggan
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He Oughta Know That By Now
I guess he's working late again
I don't need to wonder where he is
But I do
He oughta know that by now
I know his work takes a lot of him
There's not much left for him to give
But I need more
He oughta know that by now
time
It's just too hard to hold on to what's never around
He oughta know that by now
He used to promise soon things would change
It's been years and it's still the same
And that hurts
He oughta know that by now
I've grown so used to being alone
Couldn't be much worse if I were gone
And in a way I am
He oughta know that by now
time
It's just too hard to hold on to what is never around
He oughta know that by now
Heart ache and coffee at midnight motels
Leaving him was hard as hell
But I did
And he oughta know that by now
I didn't try to explain
No goodbye underneath my ring
That was all I left
He oughta know that by now
That was all I left
And he oughta know that by now
song performed by by Lee Ann Womack
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