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    Cool Poetry for the spouse?

    Read the recent thread by Werloc with his poem to spring, and how his wife pointed out he has not written her any poems, and maybe a little jealous of all the attention given the motorcycle.
    I asked my wife what she thought.
    "He sounds like you" was the answer.
    Oops.
    So I gave it some thought whilst doing the chores this morning and came up with this. Feel free to use it if it helps you around your house:

    To My Wife

    You're my favorite ride
    Pretty easy on the gas
    Go really far
    If not real fast.

    From your bouncy seat
    To the nice handy rack
    Just what I need
    To get there and back.

    You should never doubt
    How much that I love ya
    You mean more to me
    Than even my T Dubya!


    There that ought to do it. Now I got to go for a ride.
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    Fantastic! LOL!
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    I'm not much on special, spousal, speciatial poetry. But I do love a good poem. Especially martial (not marital) ones.

    BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

    Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he
    That every man in arms should wish to be?
    —It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought
    Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought
    Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought:
    Whose high endeavours are an inward light
    That makes the path before him always bright;
    Who, with a natural instinct to discern
    What knowledge can perform, is diligent to learn;
    Abides by this resolve, and stops not there,
    But makes his moral being his prime care;
    Who, doomed to go in company with Pain,
    And Fear, and Bloodshed, miserable train!
    Turns his necessity to glorious gain;
    In face of these doth exercise a power
    Which is our human nature's highest dower:
    Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves
    Of their bad influence, and their good receives:
    By objects, which might force the soul to abate
    Her feeling, rendered more compassionate;
    Is placable—because occasions rise
    So often that demand such sacrifice;
    More skilful in self-knowledge, even more pure,
    As tempted more; more able to endure,
    As more exposed to suffering and distress;
    Thence, also, more alive to tenderness.
    —'Tis he whose law is reason; who depends
    Upon that law as on the best of friends;
    Whence, in a state where men are tempted still
    To evil for a guard against worse ill,
    And what in quality or act is best
    Doth seldom on a right foundation rest,
    He labours good on good to fix, and owes
    To virtue every triumph that he knows:
    —Who, if he rise to station of command,
    Rises by open means; and there will stand
    On honourable terms, or else retire,
    And in himself possess his own desire;
    Who comprehends his trust, and to the same
    Keeps faithful with a singleness of aim;
    And therefore does not stoop, nor lie in wait
    For wealth, or honours, or for worldly state;
    Whom they must follow; on whose head must fall,
    Like showers of manna, if they come at all:
    Whose powers shed round him in the common strife,
    Or mild concerns of ordinary life,
    A constant influence, a peculiar grace;
    But who, if he be called upon to face
    Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined
    Great issues, good or bad for human kind,
    Is happy as a Lover; and attired
    With sudden brightness, like a Man inspired;
    And, through the heat of conflict, keeps the law
    In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw;
    Or if an unexpected call succeed,
    Come when it will, is equal to the need:
    —He who, though thus endued as with a sense
    And faculty for storm and turbulence,
    Is yet a Soul whose master-bias leans
    To homefelt pleasures and to gentle scenes;
    Sweet images! which, wheresoe'er he be,
    Are at his heart; and such fidelity
    It is his darling passion to approve;
    More brave for this, that he hath much to love:—
    'Tis, finally, the Man, who, lifted high,
    Conspicuous object in a Nation's eye,
    Or left unthought-of in obscurity,—
    Who, with a toward or untoward lot,
    Prosperous or adverse, to his wish or not—
    Plays, in the many games of life, that one
    Where what he most doth value must be won:
    Whom neither shape or danger can dismay,
    Nor thought of tender happiness betray;
    Who, not content that former worth stand fast,
    Looks forward, persevering to the last,
    From well to better, daily self-surpast:
    Who, whether praise of him must walk the earth
    For ever, and to noble deeds give birth,
    Or he must fall, to sleep without his fame,
    And leave a dead unprofitable name—
    Finds comfort in himself and in his cause;
    And, while the mortal mist is gathering, draws
    His breath in confidence of Heaven's applause:
    This is the happy Warrior; this is he
    That every man in arms should wish to be.
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    Arguably that is a hijack...but alas I do so little here anymore.
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    Quote Originally Posted by boznarras View Post
    There that ought to do it. Now I got to go for a ride.
    Definitely unique and personal. I thought it was cute...Hope she liked it.

    Now, which one did you ride?

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    Quote Originally Posted by Borneo View Post
    Arguably that is a hijack...but alas I do so little here anymore.
    So little indeed. When is the new topic boycott going to end Borneo? I enjoyed nearly all of your chosen topics/posts.


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    Quote Originally Posted by boznarras View Post
    Read the recent thread by Werloc with his poem to spring, and how his wife pointed out he has not written her any poems, and maybe a little jealous of all the attention given the motorcycle.
    I asked my wife what she thought.
    "He sounds like you" was the answer.
    Oops.
    So I gave it some thought whilst doing the chores this morning and came up with this. Feel free to use it if it helps you around your house:

    To My Wife

    You're my favorite ride
    Pretty easy on the gas
    Go really far
    If not real fast.

    From your bouncy seat
    To the nice handy rack
    Just what I need
    To get there and back.

    You should never doubt
    How much that I love ya
    You mean more to me
    Than even my T Dubya!


    There that ought to do it. Now I got to go for a ride.
    He sounds like you. LOL That made me laugh out loud, for real. Thats funny. I'm sorry man.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Werloc View Post
    He sounds like you. LOL That made me laugh out loud, for real. Thats funny. I'm sorry man.
    Yes well if we are alike, it must be like apologizing to the mirror, so you have my sympathy too! Hang in there!
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    Which is why I got my own motorcycle!
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