Truckers Wife

Unpublished Work © March 7, 2015 Shanell Meek

I don't know how you do it they say,

I don't know how you stay,
When he's never there, 
But it's so easy you see,
To me he is everywhere. 
He's my morning wake up call,
He's my afternoon lunch date,
He's my dinner date, 
He's the last voice I hear each day,
He's there in my dreams, 
He's here in my heart,
He's here in every way,
Except one. 
It's the life of a truckers girl I lead, 
He's a hard working man,
With a dream. 
He's taking me along, 
On the ride of my life. 
Someday he's going to make me,
His truckers wife. 
Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this for my love.

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6 Camels


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6 Camels


Jean M was telling her

husband Ed that

in some countries

6 camels are the

required dowry

from a wife.


He replied:

I'd want at least

a whole pack!





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Everyday she goes to work

She spreads a fake smile, like the sun shimmering through the clouds

Nobody likes a sad worker, forced to appear happy every day

Customers are terrible, they don’t really care

Guys flirt, see a beautiful face and thin figure

They don’t see the skeletons in her closet or the problems that she faces


“A hammer to the knee caps.”

Obscure phrase to some, reality to her.

She struggles to fight for respect, a member in Leonidas’s army

Against all that would enjoy watching her fall.

The mother-in-law, sees flaws everywhere except herself

The Grandmother, spies with a cloudy lens.

The husband, confused and over demanding with everyone but himself.


She fights on until the last second of daylight.

Then suffers in silence while she tries to sleep in agonizing pain.

No breaks, no time off. The pain haunts her with a ticking hour glass.

In everyone else’s eyes, she washes the floor with a muddy rag

In her eyes, she replaces the tiles with delicate crystals.


Mistakes show up like hay, whereas perfection is the needle

The husband attempts to juggle in the circus of life.

School, son, family, all crumble in mid air

You could pack a 12 car train with his mistakes

He paints poorly drawn Graffiti to try and make it better.


Instead he decides to send the train off a cliff in a fiery explosion.

Buy a new one, washed, fresh white paint glimmering in the light.

No passengers, not yet.


As he preps the train filled with the coal needed to send it on its way towards his goal

He notices the barren wasteland of his relationship.

Passes the farm lands of rotten crops, the town covered in broken streets.

A mayor in his relationship, fallen asleep at the wheel.


He wonders as his train approaches the station, skeletons hiding in houses

Is it too late to fix? Should the town be blown up and another founded?

The most important resident has collapsed in the center

Beaten and broken, a long battle fought, she doesn’t see a victory.

No tears left to shed, new enemies arisen.


A demon sulks near the mayor’s house. A book gripped in his bulging claws,

A sinister sneer across his face.

He’s almost ready to attack the world with his full power. More books behind him

A bandit on the edge of town offers refuge, his intentions unknown

A stranger in the mist.

The mayor, a hardhat on his head and Thor’s hammer in his hand


He promises a bright future, mistakes learned.

It will take a while he thinks. But if allowed

He promises to make a glorious city of his relationship


Atonement for his recklessness. 

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Intimacy (In This Moment)

To My Wife

Lost in this moment

The warmth of our bodies make us sweat

The stiffness from what we have just accomplished

You and I,

A miracle

Your breath invites me in

Into your heart

Into your mind

Into your very soul

As our bodies mesh into one

As our souls embrace each other

You sigh as I touch you

Ectasy as we unite

Swirlling vortex of pleasure

Both of us lose sight

As life is created within you

As death is passed on through me

A miracle is created

A mirror of that moment

When we came together as one

The Lost Soldier/Bride part 1


Please don't leave me, please don't go

When you are gone the days will feel slow.

Every second you're away I will think of you.

I will write you, will you write too?

Will you come back, or will you die fighting?

Will you go with courage, or will you die hiding?

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Baruch likes
Marvel's wife
he likes being


with her
likes her near
Marvel said


come over
come play chess
have a few drinks


a smoke or so
and so he has
and Marvel's wife is there


and she's got the drinks
and made up
some sandwiches


and sits nearby
watching the TV
and he sees her there


wearing the red dress
her dark hair
and when she walks


across the room
he catches sight
of her swaying ass


the tightness of the dress
where it holds
and he looks


half knowingly
so as not
to arouse Marvel's


but little
does Marvel know


that Baruch has seen her
when he was out
on his job


little did he know
his wife has brought
Baruch in


got him a drink
and relaxed him
on the white sofa


shut the mutt
in the other room
and said


how do you like your drink?
and he said


and so she got him
a cool drink
and swayed back to him 


leaning down towards him
easing down
her fine breasts


towards him
and that time
when she was


all over him
kissing his neck
coming on strong


and the sofa
where Marvel's wife
sits now


has been a place
of serious love making
but Marvel thinks only


of the next chess move
his stubby fingers
moving his piece


thinking of checkmate
not seeing Baruch's eyes
on his wife


as she sits
on the white sofa
and Baruch takes in


her knees
the legs crossing over
Marvel smoking


his cigarette
smiling as he moves
his bishop


his eyes on the board
and his wife sitting there
behind his back


on the sofa
lying back
pointing to Baruch


her lonely cleavage
and he smiling
one eye


on the board
and on his queen
and the other eye


seeking an opening
in her dress
some visual


to take home
some dream piece
to take to bed


and turn around
and around
inside his head.

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From heaven above you did decend...

bringing love that will never end...

my love, my life my darling wife...

In love with you till the bitter-sweet end..

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To My Future Wife


Everyone is half of who they’re intended to be

So I wonder if you’re the better half of me

And sometimes I wonder, as I look at the sky

If you’re waiting too, the exact same as I


Sing me a love song, never to part

Play on the strings, deep in my heart

Speak the words that heal my hurt soul

Say that you love me, make me whole


I thought I’d found love once before

But only after do I see what it was for

It was practice; a broken road, true

But thank God it led me straight to you


All these things I think, but we haven’t met

In fact, I’m not even sure that we’ve met yet

But I still pray for you every night

Thanking God that He picked you; for me you’re just right


Sing me a love song, never to part

Play on the strings, deep in my heart

Speak the words that heal my hurt soul

Say that you love me, make me whole


I learned love from a sacrifice

Though I once hated God, He paid the price

For me to live; made again new

And just as a present, He made you


I may not be perfect as yet

But just for you, I’ll do my very best

I think you’ll find, deep within me

A man who’ll love,

And protect,

And cherish you



That’s just me

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Seeds of love.

She planted seeds of love
deep in my heart
that flourished and bloomed like a flower
nourished with soft warm tender kisses
and summer love
that rained down on me
like a welcoming refreshing
invigorating shower.

Peter Dome.copyright.2012.

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