Fall tumbles relentlessly on our door steps
young winter birds inducing provoking sounds scamper in trees
Watching winter crawling slowly under our feet.
The night rain wet the ground with sadness
washing away the environmental stench
purging the atmosphere of its infectious dew
And I could absorb fresh air in my lungs again.
I fell into a deep sleep shortly after nine but woke up
by my next door neighbor bustling activities.
Nice showers clean fresh air is the perfect night to
be drenched with sleep but instead I was on my knees.
An unknown burden overshadowed me, disturbing my spirit
raising my curiosity, causing me to ponder over unknown mysteries
unexplainable matters that doesn't concern me, yet they troubled me.
I soaked myself in prayer seeking for a plausible answer
And after praying I fell asleep again; a sleep that
I thought would be peaceful but here I am again
on an unannounced journey to the Far East.
I mysteriously found myself on a university campus in the Far East,
no paint, no color, everywhere was deserted, no one was around
except for dry leaves spreading out on the troubled ground
and dull trees astoundingly lingering in the autumn breeze.
I walked propitiously through the front door along a bare corridor
in search of a toilet to ease my body pressure.
A desolated corridor whose hope seemed to be diminished with the passing of time
a million feet must have trodden upon it, feet in search of freedom ,
feet looking for peace, proud feet, dirty feet, bloody feet, stubborn feet.
Feet looking for revenge and feet marching to the destiny of doom.
I moved anxiously from door to door but every door that I opened I saw
Asian toilet embedded deeply in the ground and clean water flooding all around.
I opened another door and found a western bath filled with clean water
I kept walking along the corridor but all the Asian toilets were flood with water.
At the end of the corridor I found one that was completely dry but there was no toilet inside except for PVC pipe fittings planted firmly in the ground.
I tread along the opposite side of the hallway still searching for a toilet
but only rooms whose doors were removed and leaning helplessly
in front of them occupy the other side of the stricken corridor.
I anxiously left the building and a slim young man in his early twenties
wearing shaded glasses ran behind a reception area outside the campus ground
and pretended as if he was at work, but that was only a deception.
As I walked passed him he tried to reached out to me
He complained about someone who has treated him badly
and pointed to a friend who was instrumental in turning his life around.
A sizable crowd gather around him as he illustrates his painful story.
He and his friend took me to the other side of the campus where
a larger crowd of young people had gathered for a wedding
some were sitting under large beach umbrellas
While others congregate in groups all over the campus grounds.
I walked upon a platform where the wedding ceremony
was about to take place but daylight suddenly exploded in my face.
©2014 Christine Phillips
I choose you,because of all the love you give me.
You are my sun when i'm cold.
You are my air when I can't breathe.
You are the one I share my dreams with.
You are the one I can always count on.
Through good times and bad times.
You're the one and only thing that makes me happy when i'm sad.
Hold me tight,like you do your pillow at night.
Why did you take so long to come into my life.
I always hoped and prayed that there would come a day.
When I would find that special love,then you came my way.
To be held by your loving enbrace,that's all i'll ever need.
I do not hunger,I do not fear when you are near.
From that day to now,I finally realized how good life can be.
Because you care,but most of all because you love me.
I pray you understand and know these words I have said to you are true.
Because you are my life and one day i'll make you my wife.
That's why I choose you,To be the one I love,respect and honor.
Yesterday sent its regards in a farewell
A gesture of fate intact, sealed for the
Or better yet, the progressive harmonies
of God, such as we are.
It was perhaps the plot of the universe,
When we slept in yesterday’s hands,
And I asked you the question of
In hopes of fading away mutually, after one
Heaven must have spied on my everlasting
Because with your pearl vision directed
And your soft veil of ebony near me,
You agreed, with no hold of hesitation.
So under the chapel’s protection is where
we coast now,
And a road less traveled is scattered with
While I did lead with company, along this aisle
The stares of 1000 miles did not present themselves,
Until your walk was introduced, thereby polishing
this floor into glory.
As I stood in the patience of joy, a distance was
illustrated between us,
You pressed forward and this negative space lost
As you approached with the tranquil touch of
My nerves fell sober, and I knew that which was
parallel before me was art,
The speechless beauty, I favored in sight.
The preacher spoke a traditional verse, as our
eyes locked in perfect reflection;
Declared through spoken word, was the
confirmation of our ribbon in the sky,
Crowned upon your precious finger was the
weight of symbolism,
Silently glowing through the everglades;
With no restriction, we explored the middle
ground in unison.
We exited through the heart of the sun, cherishing
the unfamiliar heat;
It appears that life’s divine notary has signed off
on the greatest equation ever solved,
May our souls forever write in this blessed ink.
Anxiously the bachelor dreams
Of a lifelong commitment
From the insidious bachelorlette,
He proposed marriage tenderly
Could I count on you ~
To forsake all others said she,
He vows to do so forever,
If she were to love, honor
And be the best bride ever.
They agree thus bonding
In holy matrimony
Husband and wife
Were then introduced --Mr. and Mrs.
After which family, guests
And wedding party joined
Too, celebrate the start of
their forever promise
Adell Foster©2009 Adell1
" one piece of diamond ring,"
leads to a milestone journey.
Written by: AiyaH De Torres
Entry for :Just Ten Words Poetry Contest by nette onclaud
** 6th place Winner**
Two different lives, from different worlds, were meant to be as one
He became her guiding star, and she became his shining sun
Once they had been strangers, but love brought them together
He had never fathered children, but quadruplets called her Mother
He brought along a gentle love, and was sure enough to give it
She brought along a crazy life, and taught him how to live it!
The day arrived, when they would wed, excitement filled the air
On the fifth Yule day, they said their vows, and end to end were there......
The children, four, came through the door, to crowd the alter floor
He pulled 5 rings, a diamond gleamed, upon her finger worn
And 4 small rings, upon 4 chains, around their necks, he swore
to love them all, and make them whole, and give them all he owned
5 Yuletide Days, 5 gifts he gave,.... 5 times the love, ...and more
For Shadow's Contest: 12/3/13
A wedding is about the bride and groom
So why does everyone jump to assume
That they're opinions means the bible
It's mothers and daughters that create this vicious cycle
Moms want to throw their daughter the best day ever
They're reluctant to think their dreams aren't the brides endeavor
Its one day in life
With all strings attached
My energy sure feels the bite
No matter how hard you try,
People flake or become insane
You begin to wonder, why?
Then Eloping doesn't sound so mad
All that matters is the bride walks down the isle with the dad
The groom takes her hand
A strong love is witnessed and spread across the land.
Daughters keep your head and will strong
It's about you and the groom,
That's where the power belongs
Don't let other steal your focus
The moment you say “no”
Treasured friendships may become bogus
Everyone else, keep your mouth shut
Wish there was a nicer way to say this,
I'll just be blunt
Doesn't matter what you think or do
For once in your life,
This day isn't about you!
i sit here thinking about the days.
remembering the time we first met.
i was crying in the rain,
feeling the water and the pain.
until you came, and wiped my tears away.
you were like an angel in disguise,
you never ever fail to make me smile,
you were a stranger in my world,
but you made me realize my worth
when you touch my hand
i know that you understand.
I feel so safe whenever i'm with you,
the way you hug me tight when i feel blue.
you are just like a dream come true.
i wouldn't need anyone else but you.
and from now on i offer you my heart..
so i thank you for coming into my life,
for bringing the sunshine and making me feel alive.
you made my life complete,
baby, you're all i need
you are my missing piece.
PS:wrote this 2 years ago. i had this poem hidden and reserved for Mr. Right. :-)
When I was a just little girl
Daddy told me a tale
About how I’d find my Prince
Then I’d wear a wedding veil
Your Prince will be brave and strong
He will keep safe you from harm
He’ll always stand right by your side
Proud to have you on his arm
He will share with you his riches
He’ll Comfort you at night
He’ll wipe away your falling tears
And when it’s dark, he’ll be your light
He will be honest and faithful
On him I could depend
For he would be the man
With whom my life I’d spend
I finally thought I met my Prince
Our wedding bells did chime
It didn’t take very long
To realize I married slime
Strong and Brave?
Late one night while sleeping
I heard a crash, “what was that?”
He quickly shoved me out of bed
“Don’t forget the baseball bat”
Stand beside me?
Nightly we would take a walk
But in his steps I would tread
For this loving Prince of mine
Was always many blocks ahead
Share his riches?
This always makes me laugh
He promised a new car I would get
But when we left the dealership
He drove off in his new Corvette
Honest and faithful?
How do I love thee?
Let me count the lies
Since when does faithful mean
Playing between another’s thighs
Daddy you said he’d wipe my tears
But that was just a lie
You see it was this loving Prince
That always made me cry
I don’t believe in fairy tales
Or that dreams will come true
I’ve only ever met one Prince
Daddy, that Prince was you!
The simultaneous effect
of two glances
across the last remaining
distance between them
when first they met
when they are apart
Each carrying within
of the other's heart
He stopped his father in the drive
put his hand on his fathers arm
"I'm not sure" he started to say
"this marriage is for me"
His father looked him over - this son
this youngest of all his children
the sweetest brightest one of all
about to ruin his life
"Dont then" he said "stop it now, or you'll
bring children you can't abide.
Resentment will ruin everything
that you are inside.
She'll deny you love
she'll poision your soul
She's a blood sucking bitch from hell
no one's going to tell you
no one's going to say
that not one of us can stand her
she's really in the way."
Then the light snapped on.
It would seem that when we have gotten close to each other
So many obstacles have come before me
But as I tackle them slowly, one after the other
The ones after only seem to get harder
But my love... No matter how hard the...
Situation may be... I'll stay with you...
Now my babi... Don't worry about us...
Have faith! Because there isn't anything stronger than our love...
I'll never be pulled away from you!
Even apart, I am still with you
These's no way I'd survive without you
And together we'll always be 'cause I love you!
As I go through life, I only get wiser everyday
And I will pass this along soon enough
Though i may try to be tough, I can't seem to with you
Though I'm vulnarable, you take care of me
Now my love... I want to give to...
Our future children... What you've given me...
And my wife... I can see them just fine off...
I believe! Because there isn't anything stronger than our love...
I don't care what other people may say!
You and only you were meant for me
Now my life's complete because of you
And I know that I'll be fine with you!
I can never be pulled away from you!
No matter how hard our enemies may try!
Our love is like the purest light ever seen!
And just like the light, our love can't be defeated!!!
A poem including following words/phrases;
Smiling Moon Face
Miracle of Fatima
Broken alarm clock
Lets see what you guys come up with; by Feb. One
Bonus points if you add; Peanut Butter and Jelly with Meatballs the daily special
It's one night away from my most awaited day.
Tomorrow I'll be no longer free and single.
My friends called me to go somewhere else.
Say they prepared something to spice up the moment.
I hurriedly stood up from my bed.
Choose the best dress to make impress.
Wear a push bra to improve my breast,
And a sexy silhouette to feel comfy underneath.
I rushed to a place and see what they hide,
In a small unit of a bestfriend that is so dark.
I have done a wildest thing in my life.
That will remain a top secret 'til everyone of us die.
It's an "all girls" party night out.
But to a surprised they had for me.
In life-sized cake appeared a machete.
I almost lost in space in the next episode.
The girls were all screaming out loud when he danced.
The sensation gets higher up to the 7th alarm.
The room is gettin' hotter as he moves like jaguar.
The next thing I remembered is a total darkness.
No screams and loud music, I left alone in the house.
I found my body lying in bed all alone,
My push up bra and undie is missing all along!
I freak out and get crazy to what I'd found.
This is the day I supposed to wear a white gown.
By the sound of the bells and hymn of choirs.
I walk gorgeously in the aisle, with my push up bra inside!
As I sip on aged Cognac
swirling in circular sadness,
contained within cup made
of broken stained glass memories,
Witnessing Cloud 9’s silhouette
surround this glued enigma.
Lionel Ritchie was the rock for this moment’s bliss.
“Truly in love,
Emanating across cathedral uncertainty,
breaking its glass.
This was a celebration of priceless Silver.
A currency only earned by the Philanthropists of Love.
Creating justifiable fantasies
with attainable dreams.
It was amor, maintained.
While I sip on Cognac’s remnants,
mixed with retina’s loneliness,
with smile craving soul-pack solution,
In “Deep Sigh” Symphony: No. 9.
With my ventricle chambers
kissing subconscious on forehead,
in preparation for dream come true.
Because one day,
© Drake J. Eszes
In a wintry-like night,
When I go beyond my life
And moments of being motionless,
I lie down beside,
Drinking tea with my wife,
Just to get rid of Idleness!
The flower girl carefully placed the yellow rose petals
Covering the floor before her each step down the aisle
Now satisfied and smiling, she looked like an angel
There standing awaiting the bride
The yellow rose carpet was perfect and perfumed
She had performed her job with great pride
The bridal march rang, her little heart raced
Now here she was coming her way
Each step was placed onto petals she'd lain
The long beautiful train laying there on the floor
Carried the lovely yellow petals away
Capturing them as though they were keeping them all
For just this one special stroll, to adore
The flower girl smiled and dreamed a dream
They would re-appear on her wedding day
Your love is
quite sensational –
Your laughter tastes
like spring-time rain
Your tears smell
like sweet lemon flower petals
Your voice looks
Your heart sounds
like exquisite violin and harp concertos
And your eyes!
Your eyes feel
like early autumn sunset’s amber-gold lengthening glow
Oh, my love, your love
is entirely, completely,
The first time I glimpsed your beautiful smile,
I couldn’t believe you were real, my ideal!
Your beauty captured my attention and soul ,
I could sense it immediately, you make me whole.
Now the distance between us and every moment apart,
is so painful and sad, it blackens my heart.
For you, my heart longs, your gentle, kind touch,
Your smiles, your pure love, its all just too much,
For my lonely sad soul to be far apart,
I crave you, I need you, you are my sweetheart!
Now that you have come into my black and white world,
Color abounds, and rainbows unfurled.
A new joy in my heart, for love once again I am filled,
A new hope, a new faith, happiness re-instilled.
You are my true joy, and hope for forever,
Im thankful for you and Im glad were together.
Looking into your eyes,
on the first day we meet,
I knew right away when my heart skipped a beat,
It flutters and pounds from Your beauty and care.
It longs for much more, a world we could share.
You bring such a smile to my tattered, worn soul
A happiness lost, so long, long ago.
A hope, a prayer, I offer to He,
I ask for a gift, your smiles at me.
A smile that grows as we are together,
A smile that shows our potential forever.
You bring me such happiness and pure heartfelt glee,
All this and much more
just being with me.
You are so amazing, so beautiful , so pure.
Your company, your heart, your smile all my cure.
I thank God everyday for hearing my plea
I thank God most of all for you next to me.
The wedding Gown
She stepped boldly,
to the strains
of the wedding march,
radiant in the resplendent
beauty of her gown
and poetic demeanor.
The long silken train, the work
of tens of thousands of weavers
harvesting in the trees of Changsha
to highlight the sanctity of the moment
and the purity of body as she spoke, “I do”.
She lay sleeping gently
doing the little sucking moves
which every new babe makes
with her tiny lips.
Her once wrinkled face
now smooth with traces of
resemblance to her mother.
Unafraid on his arm
her eyes reflecting
from the white silken train
made from a wedding gown
already hallowed by promises kept.
She looked up and smiled
as the water placed on her head
promised things of which she knew nothing.
She stood in the vestibule
waiting for the crescendo
to signal her entrance.
Trembling slightly from anticipation
she fidgeted with the train of her long white gown.
That same white gown from Hunan province,
a tad shorter now to accommodate
so long ago, her christening.
She touched it lovingly,
knowing that tomorrow,
she would carry another to feel
its texture, smooth as baby’s breath.
The grand daughter
She was above the pulpit of the church.
From some place of which she did not know,
she peered down upon a small casket not open.
Within which she knew her earthly flesh
lay draped in silk from Changsha.
She somehow sensed the family bond
and the import of having a constant to lean on.
Lying upon the same soft weave her mother felt,
the generations entwined helplessly impressed into its folds,
a grandmother, a mother, and yet another babe into this life line.
Surely the expectations of man, do often go astray,
and nothing lasts but the silk from Changsha.
For Catie's Free Verse Frenzy contest
I can say that I had a bit of a headache.
We should have had more drinkers
If we planned to float the keg.
I left in plenty of time...to be on time.
I had my tuxedo complete with shoes.
And, maybe those aspirin would do the job!
Well she was upset...There's no such thing as 'on time'!
Lots of pictures needed to be taken...
This day must be recorded...not repeated!
My brother...the Best Man...forgot his tux!
He wore Robert's...another brother.
I felt bad for him.
I'll never forget standing up front
Waiting for her to enter.
Then they played the song.
I didn't have a headache anymore.
She was BEAUTIFUL....
I watched as she approached with her dad.
He looked relieved to put her hand in mine.
It was like a foreboding moment...
But don't worry...It's all been good!
I just wish she could forgive me
For forgetting my street shoes!
When we left the reception
With me in my tux shoes,
Johnny gave me his mastercard,
"Put the motel on this," he said.
Good thing - I had One Hundred Thirty
Dollars to my name!
We drove straight to our little duplex
And spent the first night together...
We were so tired, we went straight to sleep.
We would have wedding cake for breakfast!
The rest of the story is yet unwritten,
But so far...So good!
P.S.- 35 YEARS IN AUGUST
A squinting friend peers through a lens
Along the aisle, a tri-pod bends around bouquets,
and snaps a file of wedding guests
An older brother, winks a smile, for in his eyes
a warm embrace. He plays a trace of Bach, on his guitar
Her younger brother sings along, and thinks
of spars, high jinks, and pranks, her laughing face
that sparked their childhood bond
Her father ponders her first bike
mosquito bites, her freckles and a scabby knee
A fortress, high, among the trees
where a princess climbed, to castles, fair
where songbirds watched from cradled nests, above her braided hair
He'd turn the world from end to end
to spin her back to then again, .....but that was then....
...and this is now...he must release her hand...
And through my tears, a child I bore
adores her knight, with eyes... in sight
He waits for her. She lights a smile......
in satin slippers up the aisle
He lifts a veil and they are more
than what they were before
Inspired by Craig's Contest:" A Collage Held Dear" 10/2/13
Far from Science,
But the fathers of social science,
Traditions and beliefs,theories of their science,
From rise to demise,
Marriage plays in between,
Bride and bride groom,
Bridging a gold ring,
Round like the moon,no ending surround,
Between in and out a tiny wall stands,
Many curves and many bends like Iceland,
In and out,curves and bends teaching some concepts,
To all the brides and grooms to accept-
Come in as we send out I,
Give in take out,
Joy in sorrow out,
Reaching the curves and bends,
With two months left to go, in the year of 2012, I must not be too complacent.
However the first ten months have brought much joy and few sorrows.
The most exciting events have been the four weddings of young relatives.
My youngest grandson's wedding came first and I was not invited.
He and his intended flew off to Hawaii for the wedding, with their attendants.
The rest of us had to be satisfied with an invitation to their reception after they returned home. My wedding gift to my grandson and his bride was a professionally framed and sealed and museum glassed copy of my double poem, "The Bride's Prayer and The Bridegroom's Prayer". in hopes that it would last as long as I deeply wanted their marriage to last.
The other three weddings were the results of many months of planning and I received a formal invitation to each one. In late August my great-grandniece married her fiance in a military wedding. The reception was held in the Officers Club and was planned to the last detail. In September my own great-granddaughter held her wedding in my
yard and the weather cooperated beautifully. It was small, around fifty guests. Rented decorated tables held a feast worthy of a more opulent wedding. The groom was as handsome and the bride as beautiful as those in the wedding magazines they had consulted in order to avoid the high expense of a wedding planner.
The last wedding was held the last Saturday in October and the bridegroom was my favorite great-grandnephew. His beautiful bride was dressed in a lovely formal gown, under which she wore...cowgirl boots. Her eight attendants wore flirty. short, black dresses and...cowgirl boots. Western music was played and a catered meal of Western food was served to the two hundred guests. No expense was spared for this wedding. It was held at a remodeled cattle barn which has been turned into a beautiful social hall and rented out for just such occasions. The minister said it was the twenty-fifth wedding ceremony held in that building at which he had officiated.
These were all joyous affairs and my prayer is that all parties will all be able to observe their 75th anniversaries and are still as happy as on these, their wedding days.
Under a patch wide, so verdant green
This lovely, old lady sits on warm porch
Swarmed by choral tunes of early birds,
Her veined fingers twist in graceful motion
Kneading blades from stalks and hued grass,
To mold curves into shape, touched by love
While fluid eyes hum as bands entwine.
Till weeks alight requesting for night’s quiet rest,
Yet mornings lift hands on the same shade
Pinning tiny beads embossed like rows of wreaths
Crisscrossed strips finally twirl in dainty pattern
The perfect mingling of straws looped in elegance;
Finally, the night before a most special ceremony
When aisles of the church prepare my young walk,
Grandma smiles tearily and hands me...
My first woven flower-girl basket.
* I was told that Grandma lost her interest
in weaving when she cut her palms. After 5 years,
she began crafting when she found out I was the only
flower-girl to his son's wedding ( my uncle).
Contest: Kim Morrison's True Story
by nette onclaud
On bended knee
I hope you know
Of how much I feel
my heart bestow
For now I offer
my hand my love
a golden band
and pure white doves
Perhaps you'll arrive
in princess carriage
what ever you want
the perfect marriage
and sickness too
I've one true love
and that is you
So if you'll say yes
and marry me
through all my days
I'll cherish thee
To a Bride and Groom
You have the power
over my love
to make my day rain or shine
it all began the day you asked me
"to be mine" and I wrote my name
in blood, on your hearts
the power of my love
to fuel what feeds within me
pounce on me as a tiger
humble me as a mouse
your strength envelopes me
as if standing in an unbreakable
you have the power
over my stare, as you glare
into my inner spirits soul
those who dare to try to divide
I heed them to beware
the power you have over my love
leaves me content, without a care
floating together, we share, in
true loves enchanting bliss
what started years ago, with a friendly
hug, is reincarnated within every
new days kiss
My Dear Carolyn, I want to Thank-YOU for YOUR Contest “ The Work You Do? ”
I usually Do not Brag, but I’m going to in this Piece I also may throw in Kitchen Humor
I Dedicate this to YOU : Carolyn Devonshire My POETRY “ TEACHER “ LOVE, HG
The first two quotes I heard in the beginning of My Career
“People will always Eat” ( Chef Lis ) : “People eat with their eyes” :
( Mr. Franklin Whalen ; ) Owner of The “Barrington House Restaurant”
Forty-Four years later, the Sonata of these words Still Rings in my ears
The Aromas, sweet and spicy, sour ,tart, fruity, meaty, waif through my nose
I remember the smell of burning starch, elbows set in ice cold water on the stove, two hours
Taste buds come alive, epicurean; connoisseurs : enticing The palette soothing the throat
I read my breath, in the dire cold of the freezer: a block of ice becomes A Heart of Swans
The Center Piece of Mr. & Mrs. Posner’s 75th Wedding Anniversary Dinner
On a Pedestal , in the centre of the “Swan Heart : I carved the “POSNER" Holding Hands
How Sweet, When they asked me “Would You makes us one of YOUR Classic Dinners?”
“The Rack of Lamb, with the Plum- Mint Jelly” “ Don’t forget his Famous “Béarnaise Sauce”
A Vegetable Bouquetire , Cottage Fries, with a special “Flaming Cherries Jubilee” for Desert
Perhaps, as they did when : Young : Their eyes found each other, as they fed each other
The Gleam in their Eyes, reflecting the Jubilee’s flame Opening the Mirror of Their “ L O V E “
As a Chef The work I do is very Rewarding and I shall Cook until I die( and even Then!! )
In that wedding
In that piece of pandemonium
I saw him, right there
In between the crowd
Where he was performing a traditional dance
I locked my eyes on him
And God! I wondered he looked just like him
But even more beautiful, more powerful, much handsomer
I waited and waited until he noticed me
I was there, so far away, on that table
Sitting upright, eyes locked, and thoughtful
Will I ever see him again?
That shared hidden passion
That I loved to practice
The dance finished, the guy left with his crew
I sat in despair and sighed
I would never see him again
A week passed, a wedding was on plate
I attended it elegantly
Dancing with ways
It was a lady- only matter
So I took off my scarf
And lay down my hair
The groom entered the hall
We all shall put our scarf on
To his beloved bride he walked
With such intensity and pride
The traditional crew walked right in
I just sat there and looked
Until I saw him again
Whatever his name is
I lay down a smile of delight
And pointed in my mind
And said “that is him”
Oh thank you God for this!
I sighed vulnerably again to realize
I would never see him again