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    Held him up when he was drunk
    and hugged him when he cried.
    Although she’d grown to hate him,
    her wedding vows employed.

    She praised his dim opinions,
    the lies he would unfold.
    Ignored what he had stolen,
    replacing what he sold.

    Stood the many moods he’d swing,
    held whist when he complained.
    Shouldered all his alibis
    when he was rightly blamed.

    When fired up, she’d let him burn
    and wait ’till he’d atone.
    When all had abandoned him,
    was there to take him home.

    Watched him in his foolishness
    and caught him when he fell.
    As if she from heaven sent
    when pulled him out of hell.

    Exhausted from his failures,
    she made his weary bed.
    Her lap, his loving pillow
    where laid his sorry head.

    His queen when of no kingdom,
    his all when he without.
    His saviour when defeated,
    his hope when he in doubt.

    Her days, to keep him sated,
    her nights, to please the brute.
    Pretending satisfaction,
    he’d snap if knew the truth.

    When sought the church for guidance,
    “To wed, is one to slave?”
    “Offer up your miseries;
    be brave, my child, be brave.”

    Screamed when felt his leather belt,
    when kicked and called, a whore.
    Wailing in her agonies,
    to bleed out on the floor.

    Where now’s the bitch to serve him,
    to be at his behest?
    Foul mouthing at her tombstone,
    but she, at last at rest.

    “Her battered flesh, her penance;
    her sufferings for Christ.”
    And so, preached the parish priest,
    as if she sacrificed.

  • #2
    Dousing the flame, boiling water works the same. An interesting introspect in hindsight. A little salty to the taste? Maybe not for those that can relate.

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    • Tony Grannell
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      Hello divot, Salty indeed, no sugar in this one and true to the word. Of those who can relate, should be in prison. Thank you very much for reading and responding. Kind regards, Tony.

  • #3
    this was like a horror poem. I see it was a marriage of abuse and ended not well for the one that took all. felt myself fearing this man and he presence felt as of your writing which gets my respect. thank you for sharing a excellent poem.

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    • Tony Grannell
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      Hello poemzone, And so he should be feared, the damn bully. Your response is very much appreciated. Fond regards, Tony.

  • #4
    Well done Tony.

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    • Tony Grannell
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      Hello Alexandra, Thank you very much. Kind regards, Tony.

  • #5
    A sombre read.
    Worse when some cases
    of murder turn out to
    have prior history.
    The branded
    letter had
    its uses.

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    • Tony Grannell
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      Hello Johntee, From torture to the inevitable. Your response is very much appreciated, truly. All the best, Tony.

  • #6
    Here you've deployed your skill with usual jovial rhyme to a dark and ugly truth...word choices work well to convey the depravity without being overly vulgar. A sorrowful tale this time you've penned, Tony, but life has those too and you wrote it with the seriousness it deserves.

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    • Tony Grannell
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      Hello RhymeLovingWriter, I knew of such a woman, I was just a lad, I didn't realise at the time, but every time I'd meet her, she would either have a cut lip, a swollen jaw, a black eye some bruise somewhere and always walked with a limp. The poor lady - and she'd still prepare his meals, wash his clothes and the like. Thank you very much, most kind of you, indeed. Fond regards, Tony.

  • #7
    One of your most powerful works, Tony. This deserves a wide readership. As ever, your rhyming instinct is finely honed. Salutes!

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    • Tony Grannell
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      Hello grant, Thank you very much for the salutes, very kind of you and I am delighted you saw the power in it through the simple language. All the best, Tony.

  • #8
    Tony - Some of we men are fools and will suck the life out of someone vibrant and true. Seen it many times and I'm so glad you wrote about it. Thanks for sharing this one TonyG. Namyh
    Last edited by Namyh; 11-02-2018, 02:58 PM.

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    • Tony Grannell
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      Hello Namyh, You are very welcome. Men of the like, the world over - bullies of the lowest order. Your words are very much appreciated, kind of you, truly. All the best, Tony.

  • #9
    This is a vivid picture, bluntly portrayed!

    Your ability to rhythmically and eloquently delve into a variety of subject matters, is remarkable.

    Even when articulating what is essentially a sadistic horror show; I remain spell-bound by your artistry.

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    • Tony Grannell
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      Hello Dwayne, Thank you ever so much for the splendid response. A sadistic horror show indeed, and no one to help the poor woman, an utter shame. Fond regards, Tony.

  • #10
    I agree with all the comments! Your insight and artistry come together brutally, and hopefully no reader suffers through the like. A terrible tale but by your pen a masterpiece.

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    • Tony Grannell
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      Hello lunar glide, What a fine response indeed and I do thank you so very much and then some. You are in fine health, I trust, Tony.
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