All I See Is You: Poems and Proses on Motherhood (Jessica Urlichs: Early Motherhood Poetry & Prose Collection Book 2)

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Her eyes, like marigolds, had sheathed their light, And canopied in darkness sweetly lay, Till they might open to adorn the day.

Quoth she, 'Reward not hospitality With such black payment as thou hast pretended; Mud not the fountain that gave drink to thee; Mar not the thing that cannot be amended; End thy ill aim before thy shoot be ended; He is no woodman that doth bend his bow To strike a poor unseasonable doe. If you say 'no,' I'll have to force my way, since I've made up my mind to destroy you here in your bed. After that, I'll kill some worthless slave of yours to ruin your reputation along with your life; I'll put him in your dead arms and swear I killed him after I caught you with him. Today I’m sharing a new video of my poem, “What Love Is” published in my book, ‘You Better Be Lightning’.Yea, though I die, the scandal will survive, And be an eye-sore in my golden coat; Some loathsome dash the herald will contrive, To cipher me how fondly I did dote; That my posterity, shamed with the note Shall curse my bones, and hold it for no sin To wish that I their father had not bin.

So thy surviving husband shall remain The scornful mark of every open eye; Thy kinsmen hang their heads at this disdain, Thy issue blurr'd with nameless bastardy: And thou, the author of their obloquy, Shalt have thy trespass cited up in rhymes, And sung by children in succeeding times.Small lights are soon blown out, huge fires abide, And with the wind in greater fury fret: The petty streams that pay a daily debt To their salt sovereign, with their fresh falls' haste Add to his flow, but alter not his taste. She was afraid of bad news from the army camp where her beloved Collatinus sleeps at this very moment. Anyone who sees a snake in the grass knows not to step on it, but since she was sleeping soundly she didn't know to be afraid—she was at the mercy of his poisonous bite. And why would Collatine brag about his own precious wife, when he should be protecting her from listeners who would try to steal her?

Lust can't survive in the light, but it thrives in the concealing darkness of night, when atrocious things go unseen.Once people find out what you've done, they might become the worst kind of criminals, too- -or they might take you out of office because they're afraid that might happen.

It was like when the hour hand on a clock is a few seconds slow— in a single hour, those seconds don't matter, but after a few hours the clock is minutes behind. His eyes had led to this moment, when his hands moved to draw back the curtains and reveal Lucrece sleeping there. Thou art,' quoth she, 'a sea, a sovereign king; And, lo, there falls into thy boundless flood Black lust, dishonour, shame, misgoverning, Who seek to stain the ocean of thy blood. Becoming a new mom is so much more than anyone can prepare you for, but, these poems can be a guiding light in the dark. There was no noise except for hunting cries of owls and wolves, since it was the time of night for them to catch silly lambs .How could he put up with this threat to his marriage, this dark mark on his youth, this heartbreak in spite of his wisdom? She was accepting to all the outrageous things that turned her life upside down and she is a mother I want to be more like. Were my worth greater, my duty would show greater; meantime, as it is, it is bound to your lordship, to whom I wish long life, still lengthened with all happiness.