Eve!

[echoes_s]

dig em out baby!

I wish I was a widow

Notice in the mail
2001 tax reassessment
woeful avail
railed rent
as the page fell into mud
and my knees skirmished scud
shuddered wail

Phone call to revenues
emptied sail
halting ship
gutted whale
-bone dried heap
and derailed
2002 tax reassessment

Scramble SOS to lawyer
his anger trailed
then rush roared
thundering court
sue the bastard
2003 tax reassessment
totaling 10,000 dollar
receipts veiled
in my name!


edit to say, (insert longshoremen curses here...a whole string of them) ex-husbands just don't quit!!!

 

[WickedEve]

I still people that I'm upset that he didn't make me widow instead of a divorcee. I want to be a widow, damn it!

I have lots of ex inspired poems.

I'm looking now...

 

[WickedEve]

Here's an old one. My ex inspired so much poetry!


A Widow At Last


Agnes made a sock puppet
from one of Carl's over-the-calves.
It was wicked to paint its mouth
lipstick red.

She slouched it across from Oprah
in the bulk of his chair.
Agnes likes Oprah;
Carl was a Springer man.

She considered darning the hole in its head,
but then it would have seemed
less like Carl.

 

[Tathagata]

ahhhhhhh

the estrogen thread

just passing through...
have fun ladies

 

[tarablackwood22]

Here's an old one. My ex inspired so much poetry!


A Widow At Last


Agnes made a sock puppet
from one of Carl's over-the-calves.
It was wicked to paint its mouth
lipstick red.

She slouched it across from Oprah
in the bulk of his chair.
Agnes likes Oprah;
Carl was a Springer man.

She considered darning the hole in its head,
but then it would have seemed
less like Carl.

ROFL.................you're going to injure me!

 

[WickedEve]

Re: ahhhhhhh

the estrogen thread

just passing through...
have fun ladies

RUN, TATH, RUN!

 

[Tathagata]

Re: Re: ahhhhhhh

RUN, TATH, RUN!

already long gone sweetie

 

[WickedEve]

Here's a pitiful little poem that shows how bad my ex was. This happened 5 years ago, and the poem was written a few years ago, I guess. I couldn't write poetry a few years ago. This poem is just pitiful, bless its sad, little heart.


No Fool


At the door, newborn in arms,
toddler behind my leg.
Husband protects us from harms.

Weak on my feet,
deal with the stranger.
I don't retreat.

"I'm here to turn off the gas,
but since you've got a baby...
I'll leave it and not be an ass."

"I'm sorry, you're wrong.
He paid the bill,
told me that all along."

"It's not been paid."
I'm surprised, not angry...
didn't know he'd gotten laid.

I call his work.
He's not been around.
Doubts begin to lurk.

"I'm sorry, you're wrong.
He called me from there.
It hasn't been long."

"He hasn't been here today.
We don't know where he is.
He must have called from far away."

Check receipts, bank statements too.
Bills for roses and rooms.
How could I not have a clue?

He comes home, acts cool.
Finds things have changed.
Never again will I be his fool.

-----
Damn it! I stayed his fool through a lot more shit and now I have my fucking divorce papers and I think I'll go in there now and roll naked on them and laugh! (pant, pant, pant)

 

[echoes_s]

lol, make up new ones Eve


pfft, you'd figure after 10 years he would let us be....god I can't believe he did this, neither can my lawyer and he isnt getting away with this one.

 

[WickedEve]

CRUSH HIM!

Mine is still being a weiner. He's living his country club mommy and daddy's basement apartment, no rent, no utilities, drives their car, etc. And the thing can't hardly pay child support! Don't get me started!

Oh, I'll just go write a poem now. And it won't be nice. I'll write one about my stupid ex in-laws who won't come see their grandkids.

echoes, you have me all worked up now.

 

[echoes_s]

CRUSH HIM!

Mine is still being a weiner. He's living his country club mommy and daddy's basement apartment, no rent, no utilities, drives their car, etc. And the thing can't hardly pay child support! Don't get me started!

Oh, I'll just go write a poem now. And it won't be nice. I'll write one about my stupid ex in-laws who won't come see their grandkids.

echoes, you have me all worked up now.

oops, sorry Eve.
at least you aren't alone?
I'm hopping in my seat thinking all these evil things to try to do to him, but I still can't write !!!

 

[fawnie]

CRUSH HIM!

Mine is still being a weiner. He's living his country club mommy and daddy's basement apartment, no rent, no utilities, drives their car, etc. And the thing can't hardly pay child support! Don't get me started!

Oh, I'll just go write a poem now. And it won't be nice. I'll write one about my stupid ex in-laws who won't come see their grandkids.

echoes, you have me all worked up now.

oh good! whewwww..he's your ex, now i feel no need to hold back what i really wanted to say in the other thread
DUMP THE FUCKER!
since that no longer applies how about if we just crack open a bottle of bubbly and celebrate your life without the ass?
i don't know but pieces of the picture, eve hun, but i'll toast to good ridance to gutter slime!!

 

[echoes_s]

First Year Anniversary

softness entered,
unfolded swooned strands
lightness entwined,
caressing golden bands
air alluring glowed,
gardens lingered length expand
trees fertile swayed,
bees and butterflies danced
a persuade for darkness
a coalesce embraced trance

Darkness thundered
lightning razed the ground
shattering deeply roots within
singeing, coursed back, then around
destruction of love
peril screams terrored doubt
constant battering hail
monsooned red sound
tornadoes, hurricanes
hell hath abound

 

[WickedEve]

oh good! whewwww..he's your ex, now i feel no need to hold back what i really wanted to say in the other thread
DUMP THE FUCKER!
since that no longer applies how about if we just crack open a bottle of bubbly and celebrate your life without the ass?
i don't know but pieces of the picture, eve hun, but i'll toast to good ridance to gutter slime!!

Gutter slime is too kind. lol

 

[WickedEve]

First Year Anniversary

softness entered,
unfolded swooned strands
lightness entwined,
caressing golden bands
air alluring glowed,
gardens lingered length expand
trees fertile swayed,
bees and butterflies danced
a persuade for darkness
a coalesce embraced trance

Darkness thundered
lightning razed the ground
shattering deeply roots within
singeing, coursed back, then around
destruction of love
peril screams terrored doubt
constant battering hail
monsooned red sound
tornadoes, hurricanes
hell hath abound

Hope you'll be submitting this one.

 

[echoes_s]

Hope you'll be submitting this one.

I wasnt...but obviously it's better than I thought
thanks Eve

 

[WickedEve]

I really like the words your chose to put together.

"unfolded swooned strands
lightness entwined,"

really good.

 

[echoes_s]

I really like the words your chose to put together.

"unfolded swooned strands
lightness entwined,"

really good.

I think my mind is expanding

or something, must be due to lack of sex, something has to

 

[Debbie]

Ex inspired poetry? I'm in like Flynn.

Ultimate Control
by Debbie ©
It started with a kiss, ending in violence
Wasted time, cruelly spent, he loved me not
For awhile he was capable of pretence
But when he thought he had possesion
I was his, his and only his, no love involved

Loving words were spoken, not meant
Kind gestures given, for a harsh fee
He wanted from me what he didn't have
Love, unconditional love and power
Taking it without permission, like rape

He was funny, smug and seemed strong
I was attracted to him, I was so niave
The first time he hit me, I was in shock
Stunned with rosy cheek , shining ablaze
Apologies quickly said, it was well meant

I forgave him, I loved him, time goes on
I had made him mad, it was my fault
He told me once he knew he loved me
Through a counselor, someone to help
But only after the first blow had landed

He loved me not for my personality
Nor for my wit or possible intelligence
They became a threat to his manliness
He loved me because I belonged to him
His bone to chew on and slowly consume

The cutting words and nasty comments
Were always in my very best interests
What you wear is slutty, put this on
Your friends are rubbish, you have none
You need only me, I am your world

Your family they take you for granted
Loving not you but what you give to them
I love you, truly love you, forever and always
Why else would I stay with you, you bitch
Again and again, till I was brainwashed

I learnt to hide the bruises, keep them hidden
My life lessons were also to be very meek
Provide sustenance, speak nil or little comment
Give no opinion and do not ever contradict
Be respectful at all times and do his biding

To cope, I became a very sad, numb zombie
Going through the daily chores and motions
Doing what I needed to do, almost uncaring
Only loving and laughing, alone to my kids
No mirror could I look, the image was pitiful


He was sick, I had to be strong in all ways
The days were long and filled with fear
Indecision from lack of self confidence
Doubt from years of infrequent abuse
My mind tortured more than my body

Just waiting for the next cruel word or blow
Unexpected but somehow foreseen
A pattern built, I was his punching bag
Had a bad day honey? Take it out on me
I was worthless, and downtrodden

Protecting my children, shielding them
It wasn't enough, they were still affected
Their little minds glimpsing the blows
Not understanding Daddy's bad wrath
He hurt my body not, I learnt to escape

My mind would not, could not be taken
Through tears and bruises I would smile
Tending to my kids while he was fuming
Doing my best but it wasn't ever enough
He scared me, making my life one big tear

He could not take my soul, nor my words
They were mine to keep, my feelings mine also
My thoughts he could not alter or infiltrate
I loved my children and wanted the best for them
I had to break the violent cycle, they were my hope

I had a plan, I had secret friends and strength
He left me, under false pretences, I waved goodbye
Scared but full of bravado and hearty resolve
When all was legal, said and done? He stalked me
But in the end? I won. He no longer had control.

 

[WickedEve]

Debbie, that made me cry.

And this part sounded like I wrote it:
To cope, I became a very sad, numb zombie
Going through the daily chores and motions
Doing what I needed to do, almost uncaring
Only loving and laughing, alone to my kids
No mirror could I look, the image was pitiful

I hope things are good now. Life does get better. So much better!!!

Make you sure you keep this and look at it again much later down the road. You'll remember everything and you'll see what a wonderful, strong, new person you now are.

 

[fawnie]

i tried to im you last night to say ty for your comment on "relentless tide" but your box was full
i was pleasantly suprised to see i wrote something you liked

anyhow ty hun!