For years, without caution, I sought her,
and at last, it looks like I caught her.
I'd like to wear my tie loose
('specially as it's a noose)
when I wed the ropemaker's daughter.
In an hour, a raven passed me by,
and said, "how I admire your new tie",
and "in hard times like these,
don't think 'twist in the breeze',
rather, 'Today, I learn how to fly'".
There once was a lady
confined to her bed.
The other alternatives?
Best left unsaid.
She’d danced with the demons,
the belle of the ball.
Kisqali, Abraxane,
she’d sampled them all.
Enhertu played tango
at least for a while
Til Master Trodelvy
tapped in with a smile.
Exhausted, she holds off
the devil in red;
what he has in mind
is best left unsaid.
No, she’ll take the bridegroom
when he comes to call,
For he sees her beauty
though wasted and small.
And I’ll let him have her
though I’d be remiss
to send her off heavenly
sans one last kiss.
Though I’d like an answer
a voice in my head
says although you can, sir
it’s best left unsaid.
white as a wedding cake and bride’s satin dress
feathers as whimsical and frothy as white lace
delicate and delightful, the dove flew into the room
bringing a sense of peace and joy, hope hanging on her edges
the hawks were disturbed; they wanted war and turmoil
they cringed a bit, feeling that God was in the house
The trolling of the iron bell
brought the pair together
in sickness and in health
through all kinds of weather
he a macho manly male
anticipating his marital right
she a timorous maiden frail
awaiting her wedding night
no more lingering at the church
or languishing left in the lurch
no more cake or champagne
someone left it out in the rain
and that which is to come
he acceding to her every plea
she submitting to his every wish
a happy couple for all the world to see
A delicate dance, a subtle sway,
Expectations woven, in a societal way.
A woman waits, with passive gaze,
For a man to lead, with financial ways.
He pays the bill, the ring, the wedding fee,
The provider role, a lifelong decree.
She expects support, for herself and her kin,
A one-way street, where love may give in.
But some women defy, these norms so grand,
Contributing equally, hand in hand.
A true test of love, a gesture so fine,
When she invests, with a loving design.
Yet, in the courts, a different tale unfolds,
Assets divided, with a legal hold.
A woman shaped, by societal might,
To contribute little, in the dark of night.
A partner, not a burden, we must seek,
Emotionally and financially, a bond unique.
Let's break the mold, and redefine love's role,
A mutual journey, with a balanced soul.
There was once a dashing lad
from the mid-coast of Maine
who courted a comely duchess
from the Westerly. Now, Maine is
two lands off from the Westerly
which is a province under
its own sovereign rule, on an Island
named Rhode, but they rescued
what desperately needed to be loved
in the other’s marrow, each
of their own souls being so rare
and wanting over a great big sea.
The lad, a sailor by making,
and she, a re-claimer of lost species,
returned to their clutch after his
bucket-driven crossing from Spain,
--just like in flat world days--
until both were discovered,
and their home now together
has become the un-floating Ark
of the critters---those stripes
of the in-danger and wanting
--of shells, scales, and fur--
all-a -woof and mewing,
plodding and crawling,
scratching in their own
--singular--
language at the door,
all in need
of a roof.
I promise I'll love you
Till the end of my life
Not just like anybody
But like my wife
I promise I'll be there
Always by your side
Holding your hand in mine
Forever in my heart you reside
I promise I'll accept you
The way you are
No matter your flaws
Just be as you are
I promise my love
Will never fade away
For you are my love
As forever you'll stay
I promise I'll be loyal
For this is NOT a trial
Just like a diamond
My love remains royal
I promise I'll be your partner
No matter what's our fate
From now and forever
I'll be your true soulmate
Run away to find home
fingers tracing city streets
Concrete above, the Z train beneath my feet
found your heartbeat
between the city and the sea
where the boardwalk meets concrete streets
and a smile always greets
the city that never sleeps
following the streetlights to neon brights
Waiting at the bridge for you tonight.
Bell
Bell
ringing
through the morning
for a special service there
their families, have gathered
for their special wedding day at the church
outside of the church photos are taken
smiling
Joy
Magical
Loving
Veil.
(3-2-1 syllables).
I know her well, and she knows me too well,
the way we two talk, the whole town can tell,
ten years wed, fire she spits,
drives me crazy, out of wits,
how wedding cakes can change heaven to hell!
Two opposites, unknown of their fate,
Randomly surfed the wide internet before it was too late.
From one end of the country to the other end.
Scrolled and scrolled, like it was never going to end.
Oh! It was just a click, that's how we met.
From hesitant texts and calls,
To glee when texts and calls are received
And later turned to elation.
Oh! It was just a click; that's how we connected.
Excitement and nervousness just rushed
When we met for the very first time, we just blushed.
There was no lack of delight.
It's hard to forget that sight.
Oh! It was just a click; we felt something ignite.
Later, it turned into hope and positivity
The foundation is built on trust and love, togetherness and unity.
We met, the folks met, and the process went on.
And finally, we tied the knot, vowing to never be apart.
In happiness or sorrow, in light or darkness,
In beautiful times or ugly times.
We vow to share each moment together,
And walk through all the odds and evens together.
Oh! It was just one click,
That we found each other for life's sweet and bitter journey.
Now that time has past do you feel the same
Or are you arguing and pushing the blame
Are you as attentive as you were when dating
Hopefully your love was sincere and isn't fading
Wasn't it so easy to shout out the words "I Do"
After the vows your partner gets to see the real you
What is it really that holds a marriage together
Being willing to bear bad weather until it gets better
This isn't a class where you sign in and sign out
It's learning what "better or for worse" is really about
It's after the vows that your work really starts
It's practicing forgiveness from each others hearts
When you were dating everything was allowed
Everything always seem to change after the vows
Lovey dovey in seventy-four
a large wedding, top hats at every door
blushing bridesmaids, each dressed in red
bride has lost weight, has she even been fed?
There are six children by eighty-six
the bride is now heavy, extremely thick
by ninety there are two more children to feed
bride cannot fit on a thousand-pound steed
groom loses interest by ninety-two
runs off with a younger woman, with eyes of blue
Her mother warns “he’ll do the same to you.”
She has six children when he leaves her too.
The summer heat was turned up to blasting with a huge yellow sun looking down. Our sweat had sweat. If only there was a breeze to pass over us. In the mouth of desire sits July. A young couple is about to be wed. The groom all decked out in his black suit. The bride in her long wedding dress and veil. Family and friends gather to watch this union take place. They hang on every word as the vows are being said. Then the happy couple are pronounced husband and wife. In the mouth of desire a big kiss gets planted. Pictures are take, then off to the dinner.
Now we are married
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