Ph: Love: The Chosen One! Poem by Brian Johnston

(1) "Be grateful dear friend that I don't marry you! "
(2) For all beauty, man's weakness, is really an act
Women master (in spades!)Turn it off, turn it on!
Each man born plays a part,
Drones raised crippled in heart!
The ‘fair sex' is a poem perceived in a glance
And its victims in life rarely get 'second' chance.
It seems few men alive, dare to peer through Love's veil,
Though they've lives of a king,
They don't know anything!


(3) Most women who dream, dream of not being blue,
Not of love from a man! Where's your freedom in pact,
That imprisons your soul? Spend your life as the pawn
To a bully's largess?
You might have to confess
That your love's not just hiding, you're empty inside
A ‘full house' bluff advanced by a girl with no pride!
One who spends life on prose may not get the best mail!
Though the diamonds may shine,
Some men douse her with wine! 




(1) "I know what I want, and I want it today, "

(4) Was the song of her youth that I still hear her sing.
Now she lives on a budget her husband doles out!
Does he value her soul?
Was just leisure her goal?
While he drives a Ferrari, her mom needs food stamps
To survive on a pittance! New stereo amps
Grace the sparkling home theater kids dare not touch!
Husband kind to a fault -
(Kids want candy or malt!)

(5) As a man, I feel lucky (most days)I can say
And I count her my friend (but did not buy a ring,)
Expectations, not ending things more in a rout!
Both got something desired
When love's dream was retired!
I do wonder at times, does she feel like she's won?
I do hope that she does, that her husband's someone
She'd choose over again,
That all joy's not just spin!


Brian Johnston
21st of April 2019

Poet's Notes:
1. Her words:
2. What I feared she was thinking:
3. More of my fears:
4. What I think I know about her life: 


5. Where things are for me today: