My cousin shared her wishes and dreams,
On our star gazing night, she whispered them so sweet
As a shooting star glided down from the sky,
She said, I wish ….. I wish…. all I wish are these tonight
Someday, I will marry a smart, rich and handsome guy
And have a grandiose banquet on my nuptial rite
We’ll be dancing like a lovely prince and princess ,
With all my wedding sponsors on their best suits and dresses
All in pink ,that’s the motif I will surely request.
She kept into her dreams as several years passed by,
Still searching for her prince charming who’s hard to find
Unconsciously going beyond the age to give birth to a child,
In a hurry at age of seventy, she took a rich ninety years old guy.
The wedding was held after a day or two,
The guy seated on his wheelchair with rheumatism on his toe
She headed slowly at the alter to accept his shaking hands,
Two nurses followed, so with sponsors dressed up in printed brown.
The highlight of the wedding rite started at once,
They held tightly with a nebulizers on the other hands,
But the words of oath, they took time to pronounce
False teeth were both misplaced and nowhere to be found.
Reception followed grandiosely in the guy’s mansion,
I saw many old men and women still eager to dance on the floor,
With hunched back, shaking knees, they twisted rock and roll
Then, sweet music played and my cousin danced with her groom.
But, we all wondered how did he stand alone?
He’s so heavy , I knew my cousin couldn’t help him at all,
With our great surprise, his nurse was at his side like his crutch
Everyone thought , he’s really a smart guy! Was he not?
Then, everyone followed them so happily on the spacious hall,
And in trio, they held each other so tight and moved like a fool.
Written: Sept. 15, 2012
Contest: My Cousin's Wedding (funny poem)
Contest Judged: 9/30/2012
Poet Sponsor: Joann Grisetti
Wedding Night in Raqqa
Cyclonic violet vision
Etheral and immortal
She swirls her sand baked torso.
Evoking the initial collision of primordial seed,
Swathed in gossamer purple veils,
Writhing to the stomping and clapping
Of jeweled ankles
And henna stained hands.
The tribes have united for my wedding to their son.
I ,foreign and naive, swoon to the power
Of ancient rhythm and verse,
Ripe, fertile gestures,
Pregnant with throbbing pulses
And scattered beats of flailing arms,
Bleating tongues, spinning robes.
A cacophony of incessant chant rose from the dancing women,
Growning louder, feverish in their pleasure
And the nearness of release.
I join in the dancing.
They swath me in voiles and lead me to the center
I dance, and I succumb to my wedding night in Raqqa.
59th WEDDING ANNIVERSARY
Forgot the anniversary
Or nearly did
Had I –
There would have been no loud words
Not even weeping
After all these years (I’m thinking)
Fond smiles are few but
There would be a certain period of contemplation
The entire house quiet
The cats? – how do they pick-up vibes? –
The cats are in hiding
The air? – our house is not large – sultry
Just a hint of ash
The old saying – “Silence speaks at times
And this for several days
The bill will be tremendous!
A show – Broadway if available
Everything I do is noticed criticized
After a month we’re back to normal
Wasn’t that fun
You stood there beneath the taunting man on the cross
Yet you stared at the stained floor
I was walking in the dreaded aisle unnoticed by the groom
The bouquet left no petal
For the fluttering flies took them as the bell rang
But you remained unmoved.
I was there almost
I even took the veil
But instead of taking my hand
You lit the candle
Then sprinkled water
On to the glass
Then laid a rose on my breast.
It was New Years' Day and the rain was pouring. The plans I made for were ruined by the rain. He must have noticed I was cold because I felt his silky leather jacket being draped across my bare shoulders. I looked over and saw him smiling at me. I caught myself blushing then looked away. Shyly I broke the silence. "I'm really sorry. I had this big day planned for us but," I paused, "I forgot to check the weather." Before I could continue blaming myself his finger tips led my face perfect plush lips. When we kissed, it was like Heaven on Earth. He told me something I'll never forget. Kneeling down on one knee, he looked up and grabbed my hand. The words still play like a song in my head. "Will you marry me?" Tears poured down my face. I was so excited the words got stuck in my throat. So I nodded instead. He picked me up, spun me around, then we kissed. There was so much passion we felt the sparks between our closed lips. This was truly the perfect day.
I went to my cousin's wedding, she married an Italian.
The wedding was in a huge church with a thousand stairs,
or so it seemed. Anyways, while in the church, it rained,
it was not just rain but a torrential downpour . . .
Okay, so try to get down a thousand steps without tripping,
wearing high heels in the rain . . .
She had wanted an outdoor wedding. "No problem," said Dad.
Canopy tents covered the backyard of a nice catered affair.
The garage was the bar, tables set so elegant. It was nice,
except for the storm, that refused to go away, in fact got worse.
I will never forget the bride and groom at the head table,
trying to smile while holding an umbrella . . .
But, guess what, I don't think it mattered because,
they were in love . . .
Written for My Cousin's Wedding
Sponsored by Joann Grisette
~The Beautiful Hands of the Bridegroom(A true story)
"Imagine a lovely garden, tea for two, and this story . . . "
~My grandmother called me one day disturbed by a recurring open vision,
saying, “Two beautiful hands were let down unto me from the ceiling.
“What does it mean? I keep seeing these hands every night after
I lie down in bed.”
~Immediately, I knew the answer. I said, grandma, the left hand has
a wedding ring, on the left finger, does it not? A brief silence on the
other end of the phone, “Why yes John it sure does, now that you
mention it. It is the most beautiful wedding ring that I have ever seen.”
To which I replied, “Granny, it is your Lord assuring you that He is your
spiritual husband. Do not be sad when He comes to take you home“
I reassured my eighty year old grandmother. She said, ”Yes that is exactly
what it means. I had not thought of that.”
~This was a divinely granted clear plan given to my granny afterwards
she was never frightened of death again.
~A few days later, my expression of principle said,” One day soon I will
awaken your granny New in the night and tell her to go into the living
room and sit on the couch, for it will be the time that I will take her
soul home with me.
~About eight months later the shuttle truck for the elderly stopped at
my granny’s door one morning to take her into town for dinner with her
friends. She did not answer the door. The body could be seen through
the window, sitting upright on the couch hands folded in lap with head
leant to one side as if asleep. The fully clad body wore house shoes...
This was the adoption of my dear granny… Martha New.
Solving the Problem of Wedding Gifts
By Elton Camp
How I sympathize with the dilemma of a couple planning a wedding! The stinginess of some who are invited is simply incredible. They seem to think that some worthless gift or small amount of cash is perfectly acceptable. Do they not realize how expensive weddings have become! At the very least, each guest should pay his or her pro rata share of the cost of the wedding and reception. To do less is not only rude, but is stealing from the newly-married couple, especially since the marriage may not last and each will have the expense all over again the next time.
The bare minimum should be a gift costing over $300 or the equivalent amount in cash. If both husband and wife attend, the expected minimum goes to $500. If the guest finds money short, there are payday loan establishments aplenty and a cash advance on one’s credit card is another viable option. In the case of older persons, their Social Security check can be endorsed and presented to the couple. If a boxed gift is given, it should come only from the bridal registry. “It’s the thought that counts,” is an outdated idea.
Making matters unacceptably awkward for the couple is not knowing what each one will give until it is too late to do anything about it. By the time they see a paltry thirty dollar gift, the parasite has already eaten their food and taken up a seat that could have been occupied with more profit by another person. Accordingly, I recommend for adoption a new way of dealing with this delicate matter.
Admission to a wedding should be only by tickets paid in advance by each guest. To accommodate the financial limitations that some may claim, the tickets should be priced in increments, beginning with $300 and then in $50 steps after that. The ticket will be mailed to the guest, already attached to a lanyard for hanging around the neck with the attendees’ name and the amount paid prominently displayed. Then seating at the ceremony and at the reception should be front-to-back with the tightwads receiving the most remote seats and being served last at the reception if anything is left after the more courteous guests have been tended to. This is entirely reasonable and fair to all concerned.
Another advantage of this arrangement is that the ticket can serve as a “thank you” note, eliminating much trouble to the couple and effectively shutting the mouths of those who carp about not receiving them.
Lest I be accused of mercenary motives in making this proposal, let me make it clear that I am already married and have no prospects for profiting from its adoption.
Chatter; chatter; nag; nag; shut up they cry; proclaim a truce; dug beneath the
Dermatitis dramatics; ghouls forlorn; faces exuberant in detail; wistful; smiling;
caving; longing; sunning; words without need; need without words; immaculate
conception. She stood; Farrell watched; gracing the parapet with parenthesis
and parochial intent; grin overlong; foreboding yet intuitively inviting. He stood;
Ferrell watched; pour poor swine; marital bliss; marital kiss; marital law; sternly
facing the couple; mouth aghast; shouting down the crowd.
“Is there anyone here who finds fault with this union?”
Farrell held his own; run they say; heir to the throne; a testament of guilt; to be so
overly apologetic regardless of circumstance is to be appalling; it’s unheard of;
even throughout the salient circles of silent elect; neglect yourself.
“Arthur your wife knew too well…”
Reminisce; reconvict the perennial cyst; they kissed; marital bliss; marital kiss;
marital law. They stood; Ferrell watched; skulking the heads of unleaven bread;
heathen and sheathing the sickles instead; Ferrell construed pastures anew;
skipping the scene; sauntering down a back alley boardroom.
Farce off the elbow.
Walking side by side with the man who beget her,
Amidst veil-cover her face unleashed magnificent smile,
Meters close but she seemed away by a mile,
She took his lead down the aisle to the Alter.
As I stood awaiting my damsel,
I forgot it was December the twenty fifth.
I forgot our union was my yuletide gift.
I forgot that the relentless chime of the Christmas bell.
A thousand of my dreams met reality,
As the church’s Christmas trees, ribbons and bells magnified,
Our bond in the space of three years had intensified,
Amidst smile and tears we took the oaths and legalized the Chemistry.
Until that Christmas I had never kissed in another’s presence.
As the minister gave the command the congregation yearned,
I saw not the damsel I had known but my wife as I unveiled,
The sensation from the meeting of our lips with gracious essence.