A Special Man


A Letter to Three Wives
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A Special Man

 

 

 

None of his wives

 

Could live with him

 

But they couldn’t live without.

 

After work he would

 

Sit in his chair

 

Like a king on his throne

 

And his current wife would scurry about

 

Taking care of his needs.

 

Each claimed he was a special man,

 

But they weren’t slaves.

 

At his funeral his four ex-wives

 

(And his widow)

 

Showed up broken-hearted.

 

All loved and spoke highly of him.

 

But, if their words were true,

 

Which one poisoned him?

 

Which one loved him so much

 

She couldn’t share?

 

Who felt pain enough to break free?

 

One of them broke the spell

 

Because none of them

 

Could live with him

 

But they couldn’t live without.

 

 

 

 

 

When Love is Shallow (Part Three) & (Part Four)


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When Love Is Shallow   (Part Three)

But Shari grew too possessive and for no reason or rhyme,

Decided to hire a detective to account for my time,

 At first the search was not successful, but after several tries,

She discovered Amanda, and wanted to scratch out her eyes,

After talking to Amanda, Shari began to understand,

I was successful, courteous, and a faithful kind of man,

“Larry’s always treated me like his special wife,”

Insisted Amanda, “He’s made me happy with my life,”

Because I had treated her well for over twenty years,

She’d stay with me forever and not shed any tears,

The detective reported that I had more children and a spouse,

So Shari went charging up to the door of Kristi’s house,

Shari screamed, “You’re not the only woman in his life,”

Kristi countered, “How many homes don’t have any strife?”

“I’ve always felt loved, he’s a family man who cares,

I can’t imagine leaving Larry, and I’m willing to share,”

Kristi and Shari talked through the evening and into the night,

They compared their lives and all the things they thought right,

Soon they were laughing and carrying on like lost friends,

They enjoyed each other’s company so much, that Shari moved in,

There was no fighting, legal and moral issues were put aside,

They decided there would be two households where they could abide,

On special occasions and holidays the families would meet,

They would sit down and talk before they would eat,

I’m a very successful salesman for a large corporate group,

I’m as honest as a salesman can be, according to the latest scoop,

“He’s a family man,” says the chairman, with a sly little wink,

“His growing family is happy, who cares what people think?”

(To Be Continued)

When Love is Shallow (Part Four)

Shari’s father was unhappy with the way things had gone,

He didn’t want Larry to think he had fooled everybody and won,

Shari’s father was convinced she had been brainwashed too,

Polygamists should be prosecuted was his point of view,

Having two wives was bigamy, and against federal law,

His daughter being the third wife was simply the last straw,

The three wives were content but it seemed so surreal,

So Shari’s dad convinced officials she was getting a raw deal,

Publicity was stirred, their lives were caught in society’s spotlight,

Everything happened quickly, there was no time for flight,

Law enforcement was gathered, and swarmed his houses on a raid,

Larry was incarcerated for weeks, but no charges were made,

Pickets were soon marching on the streets near the jail,

With signs that stated polygamists were doomed to hell,

“It’s a mockery of marriage,” “He’s dishonest and a liar,”

“This is against our beliefs,”  “You’re going to hell’s fire,”

But the court had no evidence, Larry admitted with shame,

He had never really married, Polyamory was his claim,

The living arrangements were unusual in this day and age,

But that was no reason to place him in a cage,

There was nothing else the officials could really do,

Except wait patiently for any laws to go slightly askew,

Larry was exonerated and is enjoying life even to this day,

While government prosecutors dream of the one who got away.

When Love is Shallow, But Other Times Deep


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When Love is Shallow, But Other Times Deep

Although Amanda and I were married way too young,

 She’s still great and I insist her praises should be sung,

 But she’s really tired sometimes and I have needs,

Everyone knows a man is supposed to spread his seed,

I knew Amanda and I should be honest from the first day,

That there were things I needed to say,

I didn’t want misunderstandings, or her to have pain,

So I figured if the air was cleared, we’d both gain,

We cuddled, loved, kissed, and talked,

But when she complained too much I walked,

Right out to my car and down to the bar,

After a few drinks I wished upon the brightest star,

That’s when the idea hit me, it really made sense,

Two people always together becomes way too intense,

I make good money, and if I used my head,

There’s no reason to fight when I could be loving instead,

On my next business trip I met Kristi and liked her a lot,

She was witty and charming, but she was also distraught,

Her fiance had broken their engagement so drinks I bought,

She wanted my advice so I told her what I thought,

“The pain of a breakup is one of the worst in your life,

Memories of the good times cut your heart like a knife,”

I told her she should go where her hurting heart led,

We talked and we drank, and I took her to bed,

We made love several times throughout the night,

And when the sun came up it still felt right,

“You’re beautiful,” I told her again and again,

“This is a good way for your new life to begin,”

“You can’t stop loving because when it feels right,

You see the world differently, in a special kind of light,”

We talked about our desires and our future plans,

A few sales trips later I put a diamond on her hand,

(To Be Continued)

What’s Prayer Got to Do With It?


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When You already know what I’ll ask,

Is it to stretch me well beyond myself,

So I can see the greatness of Your task?

What’s my role in the words I say,

What’s my heart got to do with how I pray?

Let my heart be a sounding board,

As I talk to Your son, the Holy Lord,

Fill my spirit with compassion and love,

Let all my words flow from above,

What’s prayer got to do with it?

It lets my heart and mind be a perfect fit,

It’s not in the beauty of words I spout,

But how my soul takes away the doubt,

You are the one I want to magnify,

 Your word flows through me, it’s not about I,

There are no words that I need to say,

Except Your will be done, I will obey,

What’s prayer but conversation between You and me?

Your blood shed on the cross is what I see,

I pray for Your love to cover all the sins,

That the world displays, and those within,

I’m still learning what I need to say,,

Our heavenly Father, give us this day,

The things we need for our daily bread,

Help us face those things we dread,

Teach us how to reach out and forgive,

The wrongs of others with whom we live,

Deliver us from the evil that fills our day,

The temptations that seem to come our way,

All the power and glory to you belong,

I’ll celebrate Your love all life long,

I’ll pray for the boy lying in a hospital bed,

I don’t know why it isn’t me instead,

Nine years old with a terrible disease,

He hasn’t seen life, so take me please,

Let life through his veins run its course,

Please don’t let death take him by force,

I’ve wasted years doing things not so bright,

He’s too young to turn out his light,

Innocent as a lamb, he’s caught in a trap,

If it’s his time to go, let him sit in Your lap,

The beauty of this world won’t be his home,

But there he can dance and have places to roam,

With tears in my eyes I approach Your throne,

I’m ready, take me instead as one of Your own,

He’s nine years old, lying in his lonely bed,

Heal him with Your power, take me instead,

I’ll pray for the girl who cries in the night,

There is no one to listen to her sad plight,

We turn away from accepting her abuse,

Insisting nothing can be done, there’s no use,

The Holy Spirit listens as her spirit cries,

Within each of us part of our own spirit dies,

All the promise, her hopes and dreams,

Are not important to us it seems,

What can we do if evil is around?

We call on the Lord for demons to be bound,

Each of us knows of wounds that need to heal,

Our hearts are willing and we want to feel,

The fields are ripe with broken people today,

Why should we wait when we can pray?

I’ll pray for husbands to love their wives,

And wives to respect their husbands all their lives,

For the couple who argues in the night,

Haven’t they seen love’s pure light?

God has called them for so much more,

So why do they choose just to ignore?

Their hearts are hard, it’s all about self,

There’s not room for two egos on their shelf,

Their children watch and learn how to fight,

They think love is weak, and might makes right,

Rarely do children see their parents in prayer,

Little do they forgive or show compassion and care,

Do they really hate the ones they love?

Should they be listening for guidance from above,

What’s so important about daily prayer?

It awakens our spirit and feeds it there,

I’ll pray for the homeless on the street,

Who struggle daily for food to eat,

They have no permanent place to stay,

In alleys at night, and shelters by day,

What little they have is precious to them,

Their pasts are dark and their future grim,

Arrested by the police because they trespass,

When they guard against storms under an underpass,

I’ll pray for the homeless, society’s outcasts,

That someday all this will be in the past,

Prayer is the starting point for each of these needs,

It’s just the place to plant the seeds,

These gardens of lives need tender loving care,

The work is ready, and now I’m prepared,

To carry out the tasks that started with prayer.

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