Long Poems for and About Husbands
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Long poems for and about husbands. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
Tijuana Blues
Tijuana Blues
The light waned on the tumbleweed desert. Tijuana lay ahead. Its lights cast a pale yellow glow on the countryside. Arty opened the window of his Austin and breathed the warm sweet air. The last glow of sun swelled in the west.
Arty drove past the bars and broken down buildings with balconies. Finally, he arrived at the hotel. He carried his bags up the rickety stairs and to his room. Etched on the door were the words, “Yankee go home.”
The room was a dingy closet-sized space. It had a wash basin with brown stains and a mirror with a crack down...
The light waned on the tumbleweed desert. Tijuana lay ahead. Its lights cast a pale yellow glow on the countryside. Arty opened the window of his Austin and breathed the warm sweet air. The last glow of sun swelled in the west.
Arty drove past the bars and broken down buildings with balconies. Finally, he arrived at the hotel. He carried his bags up the rickety stairs and to his room. Etched on the door were the words, “Yankee go home.”
The room was a dingy closet-sized space. It had a wash basin with brown stains and a mirror with a crack down...
#wife
#husband
#marriage #city
#marriage #city
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d'word'o d'void / a poom for swoon, or a DaDa (in) Suckle'ing Suite
prithee take me
'pon a swoon, a dead feint
of dead weight (but wait
(anOther's autumn eve in thee
dear ol'Gunshine State
of
The Deep Ass South of amerika USA, JackassVille,
( to be eXAct
( to act the wreck of spinnin'storms
( on beachFront PROPerties
in money'man yards
erected on Mother E's dunes..........
...
'pon a swoon, a dead feint
of dead weight (but wait
(anOther's autumn eve in thee
dear ol'Gunshine State
of
The Deep Ass South of amerika USA, JackassVille,
( to be eXAct
( to act the wreck of spinnin'storms
( on beachFront PROPerties
in money'man yards
erected on Mother E's dunes..........
...
#wife
#husband
#atheism
#sports
#apathy
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Twas The Night Before Inspection...,
Not a human creature stirred, nor seen
through out Highland Manor,
property carpeted in lush green
(a deathlike stillness descended un keen
hilly quiet, October 10th,
deux thousand eighteen).
Vicious rumors circulate wrenching
hammering, and drilling psyche
where mailer demons invade,
that immediate hell fire enfilade
natural hair color made
gray follicular shocks amply pervade
instantaneously turning
Janus faced with Machiavellian
mean streak inlaid
(how word some would...
through out Highland Manor,
property carpeted in lush green
(a deathlike stillness descended un keen
hilly quiet, October 10th,
deux thousand eighteen).
Vicious rumors circulate wrenching
hammering, and drilling psyche
where mailer demons invade,
that immediate hell fire enfilade
natural hair color made
gray follicular shocks amply pervade
instantaneously turning
Janus faced with Machiavellian
mean streak inlaid
(how word some would...
#kindness
#husband
#forgiveness
#gratitude
#respect
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Entwined in Her Braids
Entwined in Her Braids
“Suzy, your hair is dripping all over the floor. What happened to your hair dryer?”
“Since I use that poor overworked blow dryer every morning I decided she needed a rest.”
“Well, there is something sensual about how your soaked bangs stick to your face.”
“Kathy braided my ponytail just for you. But little did she know my intentions. Though she was curious when my I told her it was a ‘cock sock’ she’d heard all she needed to she said.”
I say, “The things you come up with are out of this world. Like...
“Suzy, your hair is dripping all over the floor. What happened to your hair dryer?”
“Since I use that poor overworked blow dryer every morning I decided she needed a rest.”
“Well, there is something sensual about how your soaked bangs stick to your face.”
“Kathy braided my ponytail just for you. But little did she know my intentions. Though she was curious when my I told her it was a ‘cock sock’ she’d heard all she needed to she said.”
I say, “The things you come up with are out of this world. Like...
#wife
#husband
#marriage
#sex
#erotic
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Belly Dance
Belly Dance
“Honey, what I have in mind will sound outlandish. But you must comply with me because this will make you pop a willy to end them all.”
“Why not just do the horizontal lambada in bed? It is always worked for me” I say.
“Now, now hubby, new ideas, new experiences, you must be open. It is my command.”
“You’ve never steered me wrong. That is why you handle our financial matters.”
“Ok, so here is the basic idea. It really isn’t complicated so just follow along with me. You recall my belly dancing...
“Honey, what I have in mind will sound outlandish. But you must comply with me because this will make you pop a willy to end them all.”
“Why not just do the horizontal lambada in bed? It is always worked for me” I say.
“Now, now hubby, new ideas, new experiences, you must be open. It is my command.”
“You’ve never steered me wrong. That is why you handle our financial matters.”
“Ok, so here is the basic idea. It really isn’t complicated so just follow along with me. You recall my belly dancing...
#wife
#husband
#marriage
#sex
#erotic
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WHITE ROSES - Part III
Eric awoke early. Leaving a token of his love on his lady’s pillow he quietly slipped from her chamber fearing that, if found out, their love would be subject to cruel rumour. Sometime later the Duchess stirred roused by the warm rays of the April Sun peeking through her window. Her attention is drawn to a white rose atop the pillow where just had lain the head of her lover. Smiling broadly she girlishly giggles. Waves of ecstasy flow through her body as she recalls their night of sublime passion. Anxious to see him again she hurriedly dresses and rushes down to breakfast only to find him not...
#sadness
#love
#husband
#heartbroken
#lover
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WHITE ROSES - Part II
#love
#prose
#FallingInLove #husband
#FallingInLove #husband
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for the love of a man
i weep for days lost
years have gone by
& i didn't take notice
my husband
by my side
lonely
then i wake up
& take a look around
with the realization
i would be lost
without him
he has taken
the good with the bad ...
years have gone by
& i didn't take notice
my husband
by my side
lonely
then i wake up
& take a look around
with the realization
i would be lost
without him
he has taken
the good with the bad ...
#love
#lust
#husband
#admiration
#passion
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DU Poetry : Long Poems for and About Husbands