Bri Edwards Marriage Poems

I’m an American. So you know I KNOW about equality, right?
And I’m married. I strive for spousal equality with all my might!
Let me share with you how I help to keep my marriage EQUAL.
I’m so good at it that this is my 3rd marriage sequel.
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Blessed I am.I know not by Whom...
or What.But ever since from the womb...
I came, I've led a rather contented life.
Of course there HAS been a bit of strife.
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Hard were the calluses on my Daddy's hands the first time he held me,
and hard it was on Christmas morn' to find only one small gift beneath our tiny tree.
Hard was my Mom's life, raising seven kids and washing other people's clothes.
Without our family's belief in God, life could have been harder.Who knows?
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If you awaken before me
And I'm crying in my sleep,
I must be dreaming of you,
You dirty rotten little creep.
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In these days of rapidly-spreading same-sex marriages,
when same-sex partners even push baby carriages,
it can be an advantage for a man to have a name like Sue,
BECAUSE if he loves another guy, and they decide to say 'I do', ……
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I’m a man who likes marriage, though it doesn’t always like me.
I’m in my fourth (three divorces): may be my last; we’ll see.

Marriage is a tumble. Sometimes I stumble, may even have rumble.
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My wives have pointed out each flaw I have,
not bothering to ease my hurt with salve.
They've said I'm mean and that I'm a bore.
They've stricken my heartstrings to the core.
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You are, indeed, a woman who looms LARGE,
who rides not in a canoe, but on a BARGE!
I should share this rhyme with my itty-bitty wife,
as she bemoans 'fat' people, saying: "Get a life! "
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Grudging Love....[ Bri's Marriage; Honestly; Peculiar? ]


In Two Thousand And Seven I met my 4th wife online.....
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Ruth, it's like eating a potato chip:
Just ONE is never, ever enough!
If, from a bad one, away.... I do slip,
I just order another; it's NOT so tough!
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My friend's wife is almost young enough to bounce on his old knee,
and she's got a figure she can now show off in skin tight jeans.....all for free.
Well, the JEANS weren't free; they cost Karl about 10 bucks US.
While Karl ate McDonalds Thai ice cream, Urai went next door to buy a dress.
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I beg her for forgiveness, for what I did (when she wasn’t lookin’) .
I beg her for forgiveness, or I won’t get, tonight, home cookin’.

I beg her for forgiveness, though my wrongs are ONLY.. in her mind.
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She punched me in the head, ...... that bad wife of mine,
so, in return, I raked a scraper...... down her long spine.
She countered with a big jab into my protruding rib cage,
so I stomped on her right foot; I was filled with MUCH rage.
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Beauty, skin-deep, is not all that men need.
[We won't reject a beauty. No, ma'am, indeed....,
BUT] YOU must have a few other qualities 'so nice',
e.g. Bring another Scotch, dear, this time with more ice!
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Despite what the title of this says, I feel compelled to write a poem of love.
It's because I've been nudged by a certain woman I know, WHO I'll call my 'dove'.
Today she seemed to wonder if such a poem I'd even written. So.....
I grabbed an old notebook of poems and found one I wrote the year-with-love-for-her I was smitten.
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When, as often happens, my wife suggest I should move.....out,
my superior mental faculties prepare for the needed “don’t-remove” bout.
Since it was ME who campaigned for marriage, .....against HER weak resistance,
it’s up to me to guard against dissolution, without it seeming to be “insistence”.
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You, out there, who read this, AND are agriculturally-adept,
may be surprised at my definition of (see title) , AND ……with WHAT I've slept.

I came into this world, born of two married humans; I'm sure
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Our recent driving trip through western states has ended.
In Yellowstone I said something to my wife which offended
her because it seemed to show lack of interest in what we did.
I referred to the thermal features as 'crap'. So? I'm just a kid.
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The look on her face told me true;
she felt ….ONLY I was wrong ….of the TWO ….
of us.
In her mind it was MY fault ONLY ….
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Blessed I am. I know not by Whom...
or What.But ever since from the womb...
I came, I've led a rather contented life.
Of course there HAS been a bit of strife.
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When a woman offers a man her 'heart',
that man should beware...from the start.
Her heart comes with 'Strings Attached', &
when then, onto him, she' has TIGHTLY-latched,
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I’ve got what many consider a strange outlook on life,
and not many think it stranger than.......does my dear wife.
At age sixty-five, by many, I’m not considered yet “old”,
but I say I’ve lived long enough! I believe it, and NOW you’ve been told.
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I biked to Radio Road yesterday while my wife vacuumed house.
When I got back she was at computer, .....quiet as a mouse.
I did a little chore or two outside before starting late day routine.
I read to my wife as she fixed the evening meal. I'm sure the house was clean.
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I SENT SOME FRIENDS "Big Fat Cat Without A Hat ….Gets Hooked".
It's a sequel to "Big Fat Cat Without A Hat", in case you've not looked.
One dear and ‘old' friend, Carmen, replied: "What happened next? "
HERE is ‘what happened next'! I hope it does not make YOU vexed!
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It's true, as someone recently suggested, that I, Bri, have a pretty nice life.
Of course I might not feel like I have to continue continuing my life if it weren't that I have a wife.
And not just ANY wife; you understand? The one I have now is very special.
That bears repeating (especially since I can think of no other rhyme) . My wife is VERY SPECIAL.
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My wife was out of town for a week. It was time to have a treat.
So I took a cab to my favorite bistro to have myself a bite to eat.
It was as I prepared to return home that I glanced at a corner table.
I tried to pry my eyes away from her, but found I was not able.
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There are times when my wife has a fit.
Then she treats me like a twit.
Or worse she treats me like a cur.
What did I ever do to her? ?
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This poem's title, as well as its main points, come, NOT from 'the mouth of this horse',
but, instead, come from a person very close to me, who wishes to be called the 'unnamed source'.
She and I were discussing my more recent involvement in the poems of me and others.
She says poetry is 'great because' I (me) can't have an argument with my poetry 'sisters and brothers'.
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I'm preparing my wife for all those battles with others ahead in her life
by causing her stress now, to develop her coping skills. I love my wife.
Oh no! I'm not the normal husband who will say ' yes dear…whatever you say';
instead I respond: 'what makes you say that? ' or 'it's lots better to do it my way.'
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My wife said “Write about why you act like 5 years OLD.”
It’s hard to believe, I know, but that’s what she TOLD....
...me!
So I’ll tell YOU why I interrupt her, yell, disobey, and even MORE:
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I was sitting at a little table, my mate seated opposite me on a long wall bench,
when in walked and sat two feet from my mate, a long-legged, young blonde wench.
I went about my business of perusing menu, ordering, and beginning meal.
But, darn it, I couldn't help stealing glances of the girl, from her crown down to her heel.
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"Amazing, Grace! ! "[ His once-turgid tool withdraws, depleted,
leaving short wet streaks on her thigh, ...his task completed.
Stretched out beside her, stark naked, his florid face beams. ]
"Yes, you're done, you 'Old Fool'. You've done your best it seems."
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I've an old friend, a married and virile aging male....
who recently mentioned his marital sex- travail.
He reached a climax.... [please pardon my pun].....
by saying: ' My marital-sex adds up to.........NONE! '
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I may defy the ways of poetry,
as I defy my Heavenly wife,
but my fooling around with poetry....
does NOT jeopardize.....my LIFE! ! ! !
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"…… till death do you part? "How often has that been said?
And how many have said "I do", but NOW …. wish THEY were dead;
"they" OR their spouse ……., since their faithful bond has expired?
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Disputes have arisen around sex differences,
I'd say for ages,
over various issues like women's suffrage,
and unequal wages,
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on homeward flight i sit with 'Ghee'.
an East Bay businessman is he. there's a seat between us, to SFO,
for my wife......if not to mama's she did go.
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