Tag Archives: relationships

Here’s to the Guys that got Married Three Times

Here’s to the guys that got married three times They should have known better but didn’t. They paid a high price for all of their crimes, Well meaning, forbidden, or hidden. Here’s to the guys that got married three times … Continue reading

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Poem: To Choose Between the Two

Thinking of the old days, Before my life was through. Thinking of the younger moments, And I thought of you. What is life and time that I Should be there and here too? Why don’t I have a natural right … Continue reading

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Marriage and A Bird Feeder

Let me tell you about something I did for my wife Jamy while she was away.  A few years ago she bought a wooden bird feeder, a simple thing stapled together and it had battery operated Christmas lights stapled around … Continue reading

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Song: A Song for Jamy

Jamy, when I first met you, I knew that you were special. The passions of the flesh will pass away, But not my love for you, it’s here to stay. Jamy, I can’t forget you, You’ve got me in your … Continue reading

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The Rules

I must begin by telling you that I cannot take credit for “The Rules”. No, a wiser man than I wrote them down, or perhaps it was a group of men, each one wiser and older than the next, meeting … Continue reading

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The Five Magic Phrases for a Happy Marriage

Hear me my fellow men, especially young men at the gate of marriage.  Over twenty years ago,  I met a tyler by the name of  Jack Glick during a tour of the oldest Masonic lodge in the state of California. … Continue reading

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Sonnet: My Love For You

My love for you is like the wildwood rose. That flourishes secluded in the fields. In seasons lush or deprivate it grows. Each passing year a greater harvest yields. My love for you is like the brook that flows. The … Continue reading

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