Letter To My Husband

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Letter to my Husband
I would do anything to be with you
I want to be in your arms

You and I met in the most peculiar place one night

And it just clicked

In the most esoteric way

A mouth of white chocolate melted in my mouth dripping down my breasts

I was mesmerised by that mouth I now so well now

Those mesmerizing black eyes cut me to pieces

Taking my eyes away from you didnโ€™t seem right

As l glimpsed down you were writing with a pen those elegant long fingers sent shivers down my spine

As my fingers crossed my lips with delicious excitements burning a hole in my mind, very wicked sensations, throbbing of longing to climb that mountain of desire together.

From that moment on I was a goner for you. When I turn round even today and catch you looking at me I just melt until you whisper remember this โ€ Iโ€™m in love with you โ€ not I love you, cause my Husband knows how to handle me with only four little words, not those standard three words everyone says to anyone.

And hey you, look at me like that and Iโ€™m hooked on you anytime you want me. Anyway, I know your hot button its know mystery all I have to do is keep the tablet laid out with eatables you love to dine

on especially when Iโ€™m the Dessert favourite my love. My hot love me cause I know just how to handle him.

Sometimes he travels around doing whatever he calls it. And thereโ€™s one think I know he always comes home to me cause he knows exactly what happens when he walks in that door. One hour later heโ€™s knocked out again with his eyes rolled back in his head.


  • Thinking alone tonight

    I think about you all the time

    And every day I try not to cry

    So much has happened to me

    After the day that you die

    But I remember all of your teachings,

    All of these traumas are still hard to take in

    I remember your beautiful smile

    And how never once I heard you complain

    Do read this poem.

    I found it at shoved in my pocket last night wishing you were here.

    So many hearts were shattered

    When God decided to call you home

    It seems that many of us were left to live out here all alone

    I know there must be a reason

    That you had to leave

    You must be keeping an eye out for us, that I really do believe

    Iโ€™m expecting youโ€™re happy going home even though you knew you would eventually

    Itโ€™s ok Iโ€™m ok doing my thing

    I know we will meet again

    Bet youโ€™re glad your escaped from me

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    A Letter to my Husband

    Long gone

    In the arms of Jesus

    Once is enough in time

    Memories locked in my soul


    My treasure trove

    No one can steal those moments locked with a key of gold

    Memories of gentlemen and scholar

    Until we meet again

    On some summers night

    I await your arrival

    In eternity

    The Final Chapter of

    Letter to my Husband


  • Letter to my Husband

    โ€œIf you want to see the sunshine, you have to weather the storm.โ€ โ€“ Frank Lane

    Have Funโ€ฆ

    Do the silly random things that make you laughโ€ฆ

    Be spontaneousโ€ฆ

    Smile and have time to be freeโ€ฆ

    If you take time to just avoid the drama of lifeโ€ฆ

    The hard timesโ€ฆ

    The hurtโ€ฆ

    And focus on whatโ€™s Beautiful around youโ€ฆ

    Your day will feel lighterโ€ฆ

    Be brighterโ€ฆ

    In case you forgotโ€ฆ

    Life is better when you take time to let loose and
    kick backโ€ฆ

    That means itโ€™s okay to let your hair down every once in a whileโ€”no excuses!

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    The best feeling in the world is kissing someone for the first time when youโ€™ve really wanted to kiss them for a long time.

    Distance between two hearts is not an obstacle, rather a beautiful reminder of just how true love can be.

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    Memories : Youโ€™re always on my mind and bring tears to my eyes.

    The greatest love of my life sang to me and spoilt me.

    You are never forgotten. RIP.

    When two people are meant for each other, no time is too long, no distance is too far, no one can ever tear them apart.


    Letter To My Husband

J Jay Samuel Davis

โ€œGETTING RID OF THE โ€˜FEAR OF CLOWNS.โ€™ โ€ a poem for Brandon Apodaca, Posted on October 15, 2019 (Tuesday)


โ€œGETTING RID OF THE โ€˜FEAR OF CLOWNS.โ€™ โ€ a poem for Brandon Apodaca, Posted on October 15, 2019 (Tuesday)

Brandon,* he had FEAR OF CLOWNS until he met J Jay,

And then his terrible โ€œphobia,โ€ it simply went away.

It was so most remarkable thatAcLOWN, like The Mystic Poet,

Could perform THIS AMAZING MIR ACLE, but this is how we know it:

โ€œFact is,โ€ said Brandon,* โ€œthe only real phobia that I really got,

Is: THE BLOODY FEAR OF CLOWNS; I fear those clowns a lot.

Sure, thereโ€™s FEAR OF SPIDERS, of PHONES and DOCTORS too,

Of MONSTERS IN THE NIGHT, My Friend, and LOVE, thatCanMakeYouโ€™blue,โ€™

BUT THE FEAR OF CLOWNS. O. M. G. like Outer Space Clown Killers,

And Pennywise** and Ronald*** too; THESE GUYS are REALLY thrillers.โ€

Yet, J Jay, even though a clown, was able to cure this โ€œphobe,โ€

That Brandon had which made him sad. GoodJ simply wore a robe,

A clown nose and some glasses and a dirty cowboy hat,

And gave our Brandon 95 bucks and bought the printed mat,

A framED piece that Brandon had whichWasCalled: FEAR OF CLOWNS.

So, NOW, when Brandon seesAcostumedGent, he seldom even frowns,

Because he knows that CLOWNS ARE RICH, and they might buy a print,

Of Brandonโ€™s excellent artwork;



  • โ€“ Brandon Apodaca, famous artist at Sul Ross State University, Alpine, Texas, U. S. A.

** โ€“ The supernatural killer clown from The novel/film โ€œIt.โ€

***- Mr. McDonald, who can serve you BIG Macs and greasy french fries and sweetened sodas, all of which can kill the heck out of you, by clogging up your arteries, giving you strokes and heart attacks and Big Mac Attacks and fish attacks on โ€œFish Friday.โ€ O. M. G., but it all tastes PRETTY GOOD and you can always work it off by going and getting a little exercise, like running or playing tennis or shooting baskets. You gotta sweat to be a good artist, and you gotta eat, you know. OK?


โ€œHABITS CAN MAKE HEAVEN HEAVENLY.โ€ a poem October 14, 2019 (Monday)


โ€œHABITS CAN MAKE HEAVEN HEAVENLY.โ€ a poem October 14, 2019 (Monday)

Limerick 1: Doing oneThing all the time / Can soonBecome kind of a crime / Yes, varietyโ€™sAspice / Itโ€™s[often] niceToBeNice / So, withSmiles, goodFriends, letโ€™s all climb.

FallingIntoHabits, So Ea sy to do; Weโ€™reCreatures (ofHabit), &In courtrooms too,

HABITS are considered (important) for a jury to consider,

In determining โ€œIF HE DID IT,โ€ forInstance, if youโ€™re โ€œa kidder,โ€

Then you might have justBeen โ€œkidding around,โ€

If โ€œIโ€™mGonnaKillHimโ€ is evidenceFromYou theyโ€™ve found. (pause)

Now, OF COURSE, KIDDING is FUN, but, if done all of the time,

It might not be the best of things, yet LIFEโ€™s TRICKY, and Iโ€™m,

NOT SAYING: โ€œDonโ€™t be funnyโ€ or โ€œAlways tell the truth,โ€

But โ€œMEAN HABITSโ€ CAN BE DIFFICULT, difficult forsooth,

When you, for instance, develop the habit, the habit to curse ALL DAY,

Or, if youโ€™re ALWAYS threatening to kill yourself, OK?

Or IF youโ€™re ALWAYS complaining about life genโ€™rally;

Sure, itโ€™s fun to play around, but PLAYING IT CAN BE,

MANY FORMS, & thereโ€™s CRUEL play, when youโ€™re ALWAYS putting down,

The other person for what they do; itโ€™s NAGGING. and, when you frown,

All the time your face gets stuck, SO, SMILE OFTEN, DEAR,

And SayingNiceThingsCanBecomeAhabitTOO & can vanish many a tear.

We can cultivate NICE HABITS, or focus on the ones,

That tend to make other people sad, SO, IF YOUโ€™RE USING PUNS,

TRY TO USE THEM NICELY, NICELY to lift other peoplesโ€™ lives,

For life is tough enough as weโ€™re all โ€œbuzzingโ€ in our hives:

Itโ€™s a habit to always be โ€œbuzzingโ€ with pleasant โ€œbuzzingโ€ sound,

Or your can practice on โ€œbuzzingโ€ where discordance doth abound;

To be habitually pleasant and fun loving I think is very nice,

And if weโ€™re gonna have a regular smell, letโ€™s shoot for โ€œsugar & spice.โ€

Itโ€™s a habit to keep your house clean, clean inside and out;

Itโ€™s a habit to wash youAndYourClothes; being presentableโ€™s what itโ€™s about.

Itโ€™s a habit to treat most everyone with kindness and respect;

Sure, now, kidding aroundโ€™s OK, but have you recently checked,

Checked yourself in a mirror toBeSure habits havenโ€™tBecomeMEAN?

Letโ€™s check our countenances, Good Friends, to make sure weโ€™re smiling & clean,

& CHECK YOURSELF TO KNOW, youโ€™re not HABITUALLY exploiting your friend,

For, IF youโ€™re ALWAYS โ€œusingโ€ others, your friendships they might end,

And, if youโ€™re ALWAYS complaining, whoโ€™ll want to be with you?


Moral: โ€œSo, work on nice, kind habits, and hereโ€™s to love and laughter,

And cultivating friendships and LIVING HAPPILYeverAFTER.โ€


Limerick 2: There was aNiceMan from ourTown / Who started to always look down / Then, I noticed, theSky / Was noMore inHisEye / & his skin tone had turned pale brown.

Limerick 3: Julie, my friend, used to walk / AllOver, then, it was a shock / WhenShe just sleptAllDay / She be cameSadAndGray / YouKnowItโ€™s : HEALTHY toRoll&toRock.

J Jay Samuel Davis

Request Big Boy


โ€œREQUEST OF THE BACHELOR BOY.โ€ a poem, a.k.a.: โ€œLittle Tom Needs A Mom.โ€ Oct. 14, 2019 (MoonY DaY)

He made it HERE to EArth on TIME. Heโ€™s NOW included inThis glorious? rhyme;

His request: โ€œCookForMe; I need a little food; Alphonse, please, a meal if you woould,

For ME because โ€˜I DONโ€™T WANT TO;โ€™ YouClean&Cook, ifYouโ€™reAfriendWhoโ€™sTrue.โ€

Then, ALsaid: โ€œThereโ€™s a name for THAT; itโ€™s called A WIFE,

And (s)he will totally (and wonderfully) order your life;

Sheโ€™ll cleanYourHat AndClock; [itโ€™s]WorseThan[A]prison,

So, please GOOD FRIEND, please DO lisโ€™en:

IF a wifeโ€™s too much, whatAboutAgirlFriend?

But, STILL Awife you might โ€˜getInTheEnd.โ€™ โ€œ

โ€œI donโ€™t wanna drive, so you give me a ride, For I have values and I have my pride,

And Iโ€™ve places to go, and you have a car,

AndYouCanCookForMe&CleanForMe; I WANNA GO FAR,

Far from responsibilities LIKE: preparing meals;

I LIKE LIFE THIS WAY; I like me good deals,

And itโ€™s a good deal to exploit and use other people,

And I like to prayUnder EACHhappyChurchSteeple,

Praying to GOD for a life that is easy; I am a bachelor, being carefree, so breezy.โ€

Of course, at โ€œthe root,โ€ we all just want MOM, Cooking & cleaning for โ€œlittle olโ€™ Tom.โ€

โ€œI like to beTOMtomTHEโ€™bachelorBOY:โ€™ Homecooked meals & playing with every toy;

I wanna be looked after; IS THAT OK?โ€ โ€œSure, Little Tom, but you might have to pay,

By takingAlittleRESPONSIBILITY (a little, at least) most every day.โ€

โ€œWell, thatโ€™s a bit much; I just wanna play!

And, when I wanna sleep, Iโ€™mJustGonnaSleep right nice.โ€

โ€œWell, good luck with that, Tom, but you might just think [about this] twice.โ€


But HowMuchIsTooMuch? AfterSoMuch[Abuse] mostPeopleWonโ€™t


Yeah, I know weโ€™re all lazy; Iโ€™m sure WEโ€™LL ALL AGREE,

That โ€˜given an inch, we loveToTakeAmile,โ€™

But dependingUponEveryoneForEverything WILL NOT MAKE US SMILE,

For at some point, most people WILL SIMPLY AVOID YOU.]

โ€œLONELINESS SUCKS; you CANhelp some, Tom too;

You can help yourself BY HELPING OTHERS,โ€ I say;

โ€œTry It; youMIGHTlikeIT a little anyway.โ€

Weโ€™re all in THE CHOIR, and youโ€™ve got to CARRY OUR PART;

AT LEAST DO OUR BEST. OK? Come, letโ€™s all start,

NOT trying to give TOTAL CARE FOR US to ev ery one;

For instance, doing our OWN COOKING, it MIGHT be a little fun,

To cook for ourselves, to give us something to do.

Remember: โ€œLittle TOMtom We REALLY DO loveYOU.


J Jay Samuel Davis

SALVATION?โ€ a poem October 14, 2019 (Monday)


โ€œSALVATION?โ€ a poem October 14, 2019 (Monday)

The Way of The Christian,

The Way of The Christian,


It might be a โ€œbooze-yโ€™ or a Fluzzie Suzi or maybe Beloved olโ€™ Dave.

It might be: KIM,

Or โ€œCatholic Jim,โ€

Or Brian, all down in the mouth;

You might โ€œsave โ€™emโ€ when,

You โ€œtickle their fancy,โ€ or

Go down on them โ€œWay Down South.โ€

And, I think you might find IF youโ€™re in a bind,


And, suddenly, this place is Heaven, forYOU, ratherThanThe9thCircleOโ€™H LL.

Some, โ€œgird up your loins,โ€ and chew on some gristle,

Or cook you some tea with delightful milk thistle,

And serve it to strangers, who might come to your house;

TheyCouldBeAngelsInDisguise OR Save you a mouse,

Or a tree or a cat, who is feral and unclean,

For: A WONDERFUL, CHRISTIAN LIFE, like youโ€™ve never seen.


J Jay Samuel Davis

โ€œTAKING A STAND?โ€ a poem 14 Oct 2019 [Monday]


โ€œTAKING A STAND?โ€ a poem 14 Oct 2019 [Monday]

Freud,* he called it EGO; itโ€™s ALWAYS waving its hand,

Saying: โ€œI donโ€™t wanna be a mess any more; help me take a stand,



I wanna HAVE IT ALL too; please, donโ€™t let me fall,

For, Iโ€™m teetering on a precipice ; I have no faith to live;

I simply wanna UNDER STAND why I can not give,


And what towers above me. Iโ€™M FILLED WITH SUCH DIVISION.

I wanna be COMPLETED, together and balanced fine;

I want MYPLACEMYPLACEMYPLACE with The Great Divine.

I wanna be AWARE; I want to be SELF assured;

I DO NOT WANT MY VISION EVER โ€œbadly blurred;โ€

I want YOUR recognition. I want, I want, I want,

I WANT TO LIE INSIDE YOUR ARMS; I want to smell your

Gardenโ€™s Roses.


BUT ALSO, please note: I wanna talk & talk & talk & talk & THINK &


DONโ€™T and DO NOT stop me; I wantTHE ULTIMATE PRIZE.

I want to DO THIS ALL and NOT be considered a pervert,

Or a sexual maladjust; I SHALL ELEVATE FROM โ€œTHE DIRT,โ€

From the Ground of This Existence and SOAR INTO THE SKY;

I AM: โ€œSatanaEternal;โ€ (1) I never want to cry; or (2) I always want to fly.

  • โ€“ an infamous Austrian neurologist, who liked talking a lot, was Carl Jungโ€™s mentor and thought cocaine was JUST WONDERFUL. Does it sound like anyone you know?