Marital Bliss
From two considered, at points, obsessed
To co-habiting duellers, estranged, at best.
How does it turn from A to B
On the road past holy matrimony.
Once were cuddles, chats and plans
Now snarls, and stares and final demands.
Amidst the chaos of family life
You lose the lust of husband and wife.
Both too tired, cracks will form;
In a surge of passion, baby’s born.
Two years later, adults barely alive
Another pops out; will we ever survive.
Repeat that pattern, until you are bored
Or until you’ve had as many as you can afford.
Then think back with glee to day’s long gone by
When it wasn’t us, we or them, just simply you and I.
Marital Bliss is a poem © Ms Moem 2012.
Yesterday’s News
Painting by by the very talented artist,Anne Blankson-Hemans, including a little verse by me, entitled ‘Yesterday’s News Is Today’s Fish And Chips Paper’.
You Are Unique
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Missing Mum On Mother’s Day
If I had a missing persons list, she’d be right at the top.
If all I had to do was search, I know I would not stop.
If I knew that I could call her, I’d be dialling as we speak;
Instead she’s officially missing, and my life is incomplete.
If only there was a signal, from wherever the energy went
That though she is not with us, there’s no cause for my lament.
If I knew that I would see her, at another point in time
I would surely feel much easier about this missing mum of mine.
But no, there is no contact; just the memories of before.
And where my Mum might be, I cannot say, I am not sure.
Her absence will always be noticed, and we will feel bereft
But then I hear her in my heart saying “I never really left.”
Missing Mum On Mother’s Day is a poem © Ms Moem 2012.
Mother’s Day Poem | A Mother’s Love By Ms Moem
Saints Sonnet
How bold can one be when left unchallenged?
Let he who is saintly, be first to chide
For arrogance lurks in the face of pride.
Let he who is sinless, be always right
For he has nirvana in plainest sight.
Let questions be posed and answers be shared
For he who has doubt is the least prepared
And one day a moment, seeking to win
Goodness prevails, but tastes bland, unlike sin.
Contentment and hope, what more can we ask
In strangers and loved ones and all who we are
Temptation abounds, and our one small task
To stay on our track, no matter how far.
Let those be the words that are now decreed;
Temptation is nothing, it’s love we need.
Saints Sonnet is a poem © Ms Moem 2012.