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My Cousin's Wedding

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 First Place Contest: My Cousin's Wedding (funny poem) Contest Judged: 9/30/2012 Poet Sponsor: Joann Grisetti

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Count Dracula

It was a time ov thirst, crepuscle zearchin, 
the Count in dark, becharmed her every secret zeal; 
vatever aappened to his favoroured virzzin? 
Vatever aappened to his crimson meal? 

My bite I'll hold to thine exquisite neck, 
(In Transylvania I'm vaiting, auspicious maid) , 
vas told that virzzins vaporized from earth, 
and so evil vampires will stay thirsty, I'm afraid.

My Castle, I assert, vill vait for thee, 
It is embarrassing for Counts to dine on food, 
meanvile red should be drunk like rare chablis, 
vilt thou, fair maid, succumb to my persisting mood? 

Hast thou ever heard of my night delights? 
Thou vilt dine on rare meat vile listening to tunes from the abyss, 
I'll beguile your thoughts under candle lights, 
and then (enraptured nymph), thou shalt receive my kiss.

Thou shalt be my companion to dark doom, 
Teetotal I became due to the lack of virzzins, 
it is more evident ven your perfume, 
enthralls my Dracula stimulated senses.

I'll bend on your rest, vile you'll be asleep, 
vere bats from caves have fled around the room before, 
like from a fresh rose your red I shall reap, 
and in crepuscular twilight ve, shall soar.

© 01-26-2013, G. V., All Rights Reserved

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February Funny Bone

In the month of February 'twas fate
We chose our special wedding date
        A love, I cannot explain
        Couldn’t wait to take his name
So why do I still hyphenate?       

By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, January 30, 2012
for Linda-Marie's February Funny Bone contest

First place finish

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My Cousin's Wedding

Trying to remember my family on a three hour ride
'cause I'm going once again to see a new bride.
This makes number three for poor cousin Vinny,
the last two was crazy but at least they were skinny.

The new one he's got looks like a man.
He calls her sweetie but I call her Stan.
He's five foot four and she's six foot five.
My poor cousin vinny might not survive.

She use to carry lumber down at the mill,
but now she's a wrestler her name is 'Big Kill'.
Standing six foot five with a linebackers head.
If this one goes south poor vinny is dead.
He swears to us all that he loves her alot,
but I think he's lying so he won't get shot.

My cousin Vinny is lost without any clue,
and the woman he loves wears a size 19 shoe.
 But I'll always come and support his new mess,
'cause each time he marries my wife gets a new dress.

Dustin Self (my cousin's wedding contest)

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Double Disappointment

I woke up in rapture, when she started to sing.
Naughty whispers in my ears, “Someone’s coming”
My ecstatic view;
A child is due!
Then she continues, “My mother’s visiting”

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The Bride

On the wedding
The Bishop co-ordinating
Called in the groom
Only awaiting the bride
Hymns going up in the air
Half hour passed
And yet she is unarrived
"What is delaying you?"
The groom yelled at the Bishop
"Your bride isn't here"
With a dimple from the groom's cheek
Loke side way at his bride
"He has long arrived
I am gay"

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The Hen-pecked Husband

"The Hen-pecked Husband" By M. Taha Effendi (Light Poetry) The door bell rang yet again, and yonder heard the distinct voice, of my dear old wife, full of pain, drowned all my dreams of rejoice. then came the thundering slap, that landed on my cheek now red, and as I panicked out of my nap, I realized I had wet my bed.

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Her Last Hurrah

Pinch me,I do believe I'm in love
With the looker who's swaying up above
With his stuff up in the breeze
He does surely aim to please
As I look for another dollar to shove

My girlfriends are shouting and giggling away
We celebrate her upcoming wedding day
Lots of silliness abounds
As we take turns buying rounds
The dancers know what to do and say

Embarrassment's not an option at all
The bride-to-be feels ten feet tall
They show her lots of attention
When her wedding we mention
The party carries on till last call

So glad my birthday wasn't known
Or my cover would've been blown
And I'd the embarrassed one be
As those Chippendales danced for me
A few extra moves would be shown!

for contest"Burlesque Botique"
sponsored by Miranda  Lambert

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Wedding of a Wench

"Wedding of a Wench" a joyous celebration promised arrived on lacy invitation bring only your smile as a gift to offer congratulations but my cousin, Marlene, was known as a troublemaker all her life now so hard to imagine she'd make any man a good wife. more out of curiosity my honey and I opted to go after many years of disfunction change makes people grow nothing could have prepared me for the show 'twas 'bout to see there is a lid for every pot and fun is always free. the rough flight to Las Vegas was bumpy and too long spent all my time with eyes closed tight chanting the wedding song as the plane landed I tried to unclench my fist wondering which magic potion she used to snare a sharp dentist. the trip to the chapel 'neath bright lights of Sin City my high heels hurt my toes as I thought of words witty recognized Uncles and Aunts who had now grown old though the temps reached 100 my body froze cold. we exchanged hugs and kisses then escorted to our bench waiting for sweet music and entrance of wicked wench she wore a red suit with her flaming red hair with white shoes, blouse and hat looked like Santa Claus affair. the groom, short and bald, wore a green laurel wreath to cover his head with red tie underneath his bermuda shorts were all plaid and too big where oh where was the champagne, I needed a swig. instead of gold rings they had tattooed pop art with matching leg logos "till death do us part" I was laughing so loud I thought I would die waved a speedy hello and a hasty goodbye. now what does one say to a couple's freak show? no words came to mind that seemed quite apropos I just gave them my business card once they were sober as a wedding gift come see me for a duo cousin makeover. *For Joann Grisetti's My Cousin's Wedding Contest.

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Full Circle

Just out of college, we would yearn for a touch
Sleeping together cuddled on the couch
Those were the days!
Of pre-wedding bouquets
Now I am told to go sleep alone on the couch

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A Great Wedding

The bride looked so lovely
All dressed up in lace,
The groom by her side
In His rightful place.

Food in abundance,
 A mountain at least,
Guests by the hundreds
 Flock to the feast.

French bread and garlic
Prawns in clay pots,
Sweetmeats and jellies
And ice cream for tots.

Chopsticks provided 
For eating the rice,
For those who can’t work ‘em
Fingers suffice.

Old Uncle Albert
Says “waste is a sin”
So proceeds with a smile
More food to force in.

Due to his greed
He’s not feeling so bright
But continues to eat 
Just out of spite.

Children are running 
All over the shop
Some are so tired 
They’re ready to drop

People are dancing 
The music is loud
Everyone’s happy
What a great crowd

The sun is still shining
It has from the start
The bride and the groom
Prepare to depart

Into the limo
All cute coy and chaste
The groom bids the driver
“Drive on and make haste”

I’ve been to some weddings
This wasn’t the worst
I have to go now
Old Albert has burst.

September 2011

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The Bride

On the wedding
The Bishop co-ordinating
Called in the groom
Only awaiting the bride
Hymns going up in the air
Half hour passed
And yet she is unarrived
"What is delaying you?"
The groom yelled at the Bishop
"Your bride isn't here"
With a dimple from the groom's cheek
Loke side way at his bride
"He has long arrived
I am gay"

dated May

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SOUP Spoonin'

Online tonite
looks like 
a whole lotta' spoonin'
goin' on in the "Soup"

nosin' around the comment coral
I see love 
amongst the group

hot Soup!
not shaken
marriage scent in the air
no fakin'

where it leads...
we shall see
I know some 
are dippin' crackers in the "Soup"
but Lawd' knows 

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The Earl of Sandwich

Please, sir, some meat and bread
I've not had a morsel for a week
It would stop this terrible hunger
My prospects now are terribly bleak

It's said the Earl is tender hearted
And oh so bloody awful rich
If I could have a taste of his
I'd call the thing a Sandwich

I hate to just come a beggin'
But I'm so hungry I am seeing red
Won't you ask the Earl again
Please, sir, some meat and bread.......

For Joe's Sandwich

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Mrs Hemorrhoid

You messed around 
and married a real 
"pain-in-the butt" man 

known throughout the land 
for ripping
completely deserting 
then leaving 
women hurting

his only claim to fame 
is over reacting 
and lacking class
a self-proclaimed pain in the ass
a crook with line 
and hook to cast 

things will never be the same
trade away your maiden name 
to Mrs. Hemorrhoid 
and wear his name with class.

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Two virgins who were known as stupid
Spent wedding night waiting for Cupid 
Said something in his pants
Disturbed their sweet romance
And now it appears that it's rooted

Date: 5-31-14
Sponsor: Roy Jerden
Contest Name: Bawdy, Bawdy, Bawdy, Miss Clawdy

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Black Widow

She's got a plan
just moved to Florida
one week in the hole
a forced proposal...

maybe if I get a job with insurance;
we'll get married...
then you'll have insurance too!"

a bribe
the spider web is officially constructed
"Charlotte's web"
no...we'll name it
the Black Widow!

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Next Time, Get the Details

His sister was getting married.
We decided that we should go.
I hadn't met his family yet
but I heard they could put on a show.

We checked our bags at the airport,
flew overnight to get there.
Of course our luggage took a different flight
off to God-knows-where.

So we dropped a large wad of cash
at some trendy local boutique.
There I picked out a stunning outfit,
something I found unique.

Off to the wedding in a rush,
there was no way we were getting there late.
We arrived at his parents home
looking like each other's prom date.

His mother smiled uncertainly
as she ushered us inside.
Sitting at the kitchen table
in jeans and boots was the bride.

Someone neglected to tell us
this was a casual, casual affair
and while I was dressed to the nines
the bride had pigtails in her hair.

The backyard was a sea of denim
and cowboy hats and boots.
I, in my silk and hubby in his tux,
when we walked out received some hoots.

It didn't look like a wedding venue,
it looked more like a rodeo.
I could have died of embarrassment
when I realized ... we were the show.

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The Maid of Honour's Speech

I know the Maid of Honour’s duties do not include a speech,
But looking at the perfect Bride, a vision in gold... and peach,
I couldn’t let the moment pass, without the chance to say,
How perfect for each other you are, on this your wedding day.

We’ve been friends forever, in school you were a brat,
But now you’re older, more mature and getting rather fat!
I know you really hate me; the proof is in the dress,
This thing you chose to put me in, it really is a mess!

Bows and ruffles everywhere, however could you think,
That a mature twenty eight year old could pull off vivid pink?
I know your gown is hideous, but even with that said,
There’s still no reason why the other bridesmaids are in red.

It’s clear to all that your wish for me was just to look a show,
And as it is your special day, I thought I’d let it go.
You’d always seemed to find it hard to find the perfect man,
You sat and watched all of your friends find theirs and formed a plan.

You tried it on with who they’d found until you had a date.
And so you lost a fair few friends? You’d found yourself a mate!
And in the groom you’ve found a man who over flows with love,
And through the trials that lie ahead, he’ll help you rise above.

With hugs and kisses he’ll shower you and have a few to spare,
In fact I saw him earlier, canoodling with Claire!
Honey, don’t react like that, he’s a jerk, I know it’s true,
But remember that you first hooked up, at our engagement do.

A leopard cannot change its spots, or so the proverb says,
And you told me you only married him for money anyway!
But then again you always were a shallow two-faced cow,
And why on earth should you decide to change your ways right now?

So ladies and gentlemen please join me, raise a glass,
To the spiteful two-faced Bride, and her two-timing Ass!

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Marriage in a nut shell

I said I do, 
But believe me I don’t
What I meant is I do
But she says hell you won’t
When I said I do 
I didn’t know it meant her way
So I should have said I don’t 
On that so called special day
But if I said I don’t
She would have convinced me I do
I should have ran off that day 
But me legs won’t go my way
Me tongue betrayed me
When it said I do
Just to find out later 
That if I do or won’t or don’t 
"I’m dammed if I do" 
"And I’m dammed I don’t"  

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Roman Wedlock

A baby, pious, was born by aide
He named it Gaias, and felt like a jade
While he cried,
Cause mommy died.
His wife hired yet another maid. 

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The Bride

On the wedding
The Bishop co-ordinating
Called in the groom
Only awaiting the bride
Hymns going up in the air
Half hour passed
And yet she is unarrived
"What is delaying you?"
The groom yelled at the Bishop
"Your bride isn't here"
With a dimple from the groom's cheek
Loke side way at his bride
"He has long arrived
I am gay"

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He was sun-scorched, flame-torched
stood tall, strong as a brick wall
loose-hipped, well equipped
in for the count, without a doubt
expert tracked, surprise packed
spurs jangled, wild mustang wrangled
I should have, could have
but I was lost, dust-bowl tossed; in Trouble!
In a mess, I confess
as he turned, my body burned
fanned my face, acting chaste
he was endearing, God-fearing
a lop-sided smile, immaculate styled
I could have run, fired my gun
but I only choked, when he spoke,
he was ice cool, me more the fool; he's Trouble!
He tipped his hat, steel-grey eyes of a cat
heavy lidded, my heart skidded,
he said, 'Maam?', took my hand
his cornfield hair, his unnerving stare
I might have, right have
high-tail, hit the trail
the preacher grins, there's all my kin
now side-by-side, my downhill slide; into Trouble!
All curtailed, I in veil
'Do you take?, my mistake?
white wedding gown, two hearts pound
next the ring, my clammy skin
my Pa's tears, must squelch my fears
all too late, more my fate
the thrown rice, last minute advice
my Mama's bliss, that sweet kiss; of Trouble!
Blushing bride, our buggy ride
all alone, our log cabin home
white picket fence, it all makes sense
just me and you, the mountain's view
angels singing up above, it must be love
carried past the oven door, need I say more?
a four-poster bed, enough said
'What a Man!', to our life plan; without Trouble!

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Theys True Love Story Part 3

Her grand gals axed her one time
How did hers ever gits a date
Her done went ta a all gals school
Theys wudn't let no boys in
Ut makes me's won ders 
Yep ut sure do

Theys at that datin age
And figgers theys
Finds oot if's hers was a good 
Gal er bad. 

Her tells um 
Theys jist bet er be's
Good gals er else.
Youse cain't gits a good 
Feller if'n youse any thin else

An than her tells um it were no never mine
Her knowed where her cowboy her'd fine

Her went ta school 
An gots her job
Near tha H bar T rench
What were a  real sandy spot

Tha lan' lady her 'vites the cowboy
frum up tha nex rench
Ta comes down fer a little supper
An ta meets tha new gal what are gonna teach.

Theys  played cards er sumthin' or so her seys
An when him are ready ta leaves
Her axed him if'n he's cuds 
Puts her saddle in the barn, please

Sunday her's was over ta tha school
Gittin ready fer ta teaches tha golden rule

When him done stops an tells her
He are a goin ta the ropin club 
An seys theys room in tha car fer her.

Her seys hers will goes with um
But hers did unt axes 
What kinda drinks theys serves  
Et this club.

Him were a proud cowboy feller were he
His job were m-portatnt youse see
An sum times if'n he gits his work all done
Him jist mights calls her on tha tel-e-phone.

When Thanksgivin comed round
Her wents ta Kansas an seed her folks
An him wents ta Wyomin ta looks at a rench

When him did comed back
Him stops fer a spell
An when him are goin ta leaves
Her walks him oot ta the car ya sees
An tells him hers goin ta a weddin
On June Nine teenth

Him jist looks at her an seys 
If'n him are supposed ta be's....
Well youse knows tha rest

Her done it
Him comed
They's war forty seven years an two weeks
Ez one

When her gits done tellin her grand gals
Theys mouths was open big

An her tells um 
Yep her did
That's how youse 
Comed ta be's.

Her telled Billy what her telled tha gals
An him seys, with a spark in his eye
Him were a weldin
"I's never did axed youse ta marrys me,
Youse knows youse er right."

Now  when Billy looks down et her from aboves
Her kisses hers wedding ring with love
Cause on theys wedding bands youse'll finds
Tha stars an tha moon fer all times

I's mad that lan lady did unt vites me's down
Then maybe's them gran gals wud a
Be's mine.
                            X.......John e Cowpoke

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Drippity drip drip

Take me there I don't care Touch my hair Eat this pear!!! I am bare Want to share? Do you care? I am bear I'll let you stare Don't go there By the chair Or on that stair? Your skin is fair You look like Cher Come to my lair But pay my fare Drippity drip drip

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Nancy and Lyles Wedding

Nancy and Lyle are friends of mine. They had both been widowed. When they married it was very obvious that they were meant to be together. They had a mashed potato bar at their reception. I thought that it was a fun idea.

I went to a party the other night and it was quite nice and well above par, And my favorite thing for the guests to enjoy was a mashed potato bar. Into a champagne glass a generous scoop of mashed potatoes was placed, Then I could add any topping to it that I wanted and season it to my taste. So I took some green onions and some bacon bits and then just to please, I added a dollop of sour cream and a scoop of melted nacho cheese. To tell you how great it tasted would be to put the horse behind the cart, I have to explain that my mashed potato creation was truly a work of art. Those who were seated by me were nearly overcome by their temptation, When I ate my mashed spud Mona Lisa the taste filled me with elation. I went to get a second helping and duplicate the flavor and the joy, But when I got to the serving table what I saw only served to annoy. The ingredients that were set out had been completely changed, Now I had to deal with the fact that everything had been rearranged. And so to this mashed masterpiece I added pork that was wrapped in salty bacon, I covered the whole thing in savory gravy it was another masterpiece in the makin’. It seems I’ve threaded the needle and the odds for a second time I’ve topped, The shifting choices of life have slowed me down but have not left me stopped. Can you imagine the luck that I must have, to find something that was so nice, Only to have my life get rearranged but then to find something that nice twice? So raise a champagne tater glass to Nancy and Lyle and wish for them the best, And hope that the gravy of their lives remains lump free for they are truly blest.

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War Of The Sex'es

War of the sex'es 
(Gram’s advice to newlyweds)

Shame on all the “Momma’s boys”
Wanting to have the upper hand
So I am asking all my sisters
To arise and take a stand.
Their mothers all have
Spoiled them by granting
Every whim
From ironing their socks
To giving their hair 
A monthly trim

So what's a bride to do
To change their attitude?
Just say "forget it pal"
Whenever they’re "in the mood"
Then we'll see how quickly
They will pick up a mop or broom
And wipe the floor in no time
 Chasing you around the room

Boys…it doesn't take much effort
To give her confidence a boost
It takes TWO to make a marriage
Only ONE to rule the roost!
Would you rather be a King
In your castle all alone
Or sharing power with your Queen
BOTH ruling from the throne!

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All Things White

                               The White Charger
White is the steed that gallops, sparks fly from his mane 
The rider reaches out to my heart, passion burning as a flame
Entwined in hope, flames burn high, passion ever ascending 
The white charger gallops by now, passion assuaged and descending.

                               My Mind Is Blank
My mind is blank a sheet of nothing white as virgin snow
Where is it now I am searching lost not knowing where to go?
White and blank no thought at all what am I to do
I know I’ll get my pencil out and draw a picture of you…

                               White Wedding 
Pure white the ghostly figure, as it floats around the room
It stops and smiles sardonically, at the soon to be groom.
I see you are taking a wife; she once was to have been mine
Well my friend be careful, you soon may have to pay life’s fine...

The ghostly shape now pressed close, to the sweating groom
“I don’t know what you are talking about- please leave my room.”
Oh you will find out soon enough, after the vows are said...
Then the black widow bride, will find a reason for you to be dead

Her only wish is a wedding, a wedding all in white
A husband she does not desire, you will find that out tonight
Don’t drink the wine or take your fill, from the wedding glass
Believe you me it’s not worth the risk, this is what has come to pass.

The whiteness of her veil hides the stone heart of a killer
The black hearted murderess, to her this is the thriller...
To take a groom so young and strong, his heart he wants to give
She will take it out of you, so be warned now - run to live.

Well that’s his story and he was sticking to it as he left the church at great speed…
© 3/10/2102

3 Different poems For  the  Whiteness Contest.

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I Do or Do I

We went to a Chinese restaurant, but couldn’t get a seat
The waiter found us a table, and said we were in for a treat.
A wedding party was booked, he said, we would join them
We decided to say  yes, sat down and waited and then…

The waiters rushed out, the bride arrived, resplendent in a gown of white
A creation that was gorgeous, her tattooed shoulders caught the light
No groom was there by her side, just a pageboy and three bridesmaids
The page a little boy of five suddenly on his way he got waylaid…

A tank of fish by the door, amused the bored little boy
Especially when he threw his car in, it was his ‘must behave toy.’
The best man arrived; he saw the bride, he whispered in her studded ear
She banged the table with her fist, there was no doubt we all could hear.,,

"The ‘bast*** I am sick of him, and you are the one to blame
You should have stopped him getting drunk, god why did I take his name?
Get the kids off the floor, get that car out of the tank of fish?
When their father gets here, get them to bring the Chop Suey wedding dish…"

The groom arrived looking abashed, his tie slung over his shoulder
“Get these bloody kids controlled or they’ll not get very much older.”
The bride jumped up and raised her dress, not only her garter did we see
She raised her dainty black jack boot, and kicked him in the knee…

"They are your bloody kids you know, and if you don’t control them soon 
I’m telling you right now- we are not going on our honeymoon."
By this time all of us began to thank, the waiters for finding us a seat
They had not been wrong when they told us, we were in for a wonderful treat...

A True Story 
© ~GG~ 20/11/2012

Details | Light Poetry | |

Are you a man

Lovey-dovey, honey puff! You're a hero, if your wife Thinks of these words When they say Of her husband And you're not gay.

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Altar Falter

Don't alter from the altar
But if she does, try to halt her

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....simply beautiful... it is of beauty to simply write such love letters of poetry, letters joining hands within a sky of words setting a background, upon the "Sea", setting sail.. within a wordsong, as playing winds, just swirl around beautifully of air, that blows a kiss to an angeled choir to sing in perfect key, life, the spice, the scented beauty of a rose in full bloom, the scented beauty of a heart beat, beating in time, with rhyme being so kind hearted and true blue of the deep.

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The Royal Wedding Cake

When William spied his lovely bride,
he did a double take,
but his mind was caught in delicious thoughts 
of the six foot wedding cake.

Kate looked good like a duchess should
but he felt his stomach rumble,
with dreams of mounds of buttercream,
under English toffee crumble.

William is wise and it was no surprise 
he vowed not to forsake
but he rushed his lines so he wouldn’t miss 
his tea and biscuit break.

Kate so fit, would have none of it
nor allow him  to partake,
she couldn’t bare seeing her royal  heir
up to his ass in cake.

Kate looked alright on their wedding night
she was glad to be his wife,
William couldn't ignore what he’d waited for
He grabbed himself a knife.

It didn’t cut through then William knew
he’d made a big mistake,
he might have known
it was Styrofoam
the royal cake was fake!


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I Don't Daydream

“I Don’t” Daydream

The home that they lived in
She called a prison
Discarding her dreams
For his self-esteem

She was a prize
To show off to the guys

And he bragged and he boasted
While she stayed devoted

She bore his children
Ignored the women

That he kept on the side 
To nourish his pride

Her friends always told her
That she deserved better

And should think about leaving
To stop all of her grieving
But she took a vow
That no matter how

Her marriage might hurt
She would make it work

She knew in her heart
That she could not depart

Because of his temper
If she left he would kill her

Like he almost did
In front of the kids

The night that he choked her
The night that he broke her

Now she had a plan
To get rid of this man

Without a divorce
Or going through courts

Even though she still loved him
She decided to drug him

And when he collapsed
She drew him a bath

Then held him down
And watched him drown…

 …”Miss are you okay.”

She awoke from the dream
Quickly took off the ring

Then faced the pews
And delivered bad news

She shook head, and told them “I won’t”
Instead of saying “I do” she said “I don’t”

She flipped off the groom
Then ran out the room

And got away clean
Forever a queen

Details | Free verse | |

Little Red

Full Moon Brimming 
On A Hungry Wolf
Fire still burning 
Words are not enough

Red Riding Hood,
You stopped me where i stood.
The basket you held, looked so good,
I enticed...And you fell... 

In the woods... safe and sound
We could not believe what we had found
Me in denim... and you it lace

We understood, each other so very well
Full moon brimming over with light
Gazing into the eyes of the other

The twin to me, I did see, in You.
Be careful with my heart, my love.

My running shoes are unlaced for now,
So lean back and enjoy the ride.
Embrace all the laughter, our lives allow.


Details | Limerick | |

Wedding Day

She cried at the wedding ceremony
Happy tears, like beautiful peonies
They didn't wed
Like she had said
So she won a ton of U O Me's.

Details | Acrostic | |

The search is On

Are you the one, the bride I try to find? 
Still haven't met you, how can I make up my mind? 
How am I to know? How am I to decide? 
Waiting for the questions to get demystified 
I know that I am patient; I know that I can wait 
Not for ever though, it doesn't work out like that 
I am sure it'll help me find some answers if we go out on a date.

Details | Rhyme | |


A dreamt event
for the newly-wed,
both looking sharp;
how many hand-written invitation cards
have they sent
with the reddest heart and lovely words? 

Down the church isle they will go with a tight-sealed tounge;
an organist will play the famous wedding song...
be ready to greet them with wide smiles,
despite your approval or disapproval, don't show your intent! 
Oh, never try to crash a dreamt event 
for the newly-wed, you may get unpleasant surprises
from that priest or reverend performing the holy matrimony!
Be quite and listen, or don't bother to attend the cerimony!  

Some envious eyes fix their manacing, inappropiate glances
on them...dreaming of what could have been;
why can't anyone openly admit their sin?
Don't be a pretender and continue the dance,
anyone can sense those thoughts of anger
and resentment...why are you looking so ghostly?
Let go of all stupidity and don't use puffery...
congratulate them with a cheerful toast and a hearty laughter!

A dreamt event 
for the newly-wed,...
kissing passionately
without embarassment,
but as others watch with contentment...
the flower girls follow them gracefully 
as they hear the wedding bells at twelve!

Details | Dramatic Verse | |


Lynn, the tom-boy of Herald Square, couldn't be compared to Princess
Diana, or a similar one for finesse to perfectly fit in a royal scene; 
that ordinary gal had a foolish wish of a non-blue-blooded Queen,
who rarely smiled, or said, " Thank you. " when they offered her a rose.
Her dad knew people in high places that loved green,
and he wanted her to look good to get more praise 
and attention by squandering lots of money 
on a wedding, not worth the social status and the stupidity;
to the wedding ceremony no royalty came only family and friends...
you would have had the impression that Queen Elisabeth 
would have walked into the hall and congratulate her!
Eh, wasn't that a foolish wish of a non-blue blooded Queen?
Folks, don't nod in disapproval, the story gets better as it should;
the guests waited outside Saint Patrick's the Cathedral expecting a limousine...
not quite so! The royal coach pulled by two gray horses stopped at the curb,
the bride zoomed out dragging along the broom, not allowing him to greet anyone;
someone shouted, " Pretty boy, what's her rush? Why is she so jealous? He stared
at that upset gal and muttered, " Sorry " while his left ear was being pinched hard. 
Bear with me a little bit longer, the best is yet to come, enjoy this comedy!
" Idiot! Idiot! Don't embarrass me!" Gino whispered...
" I shouldn't embarrass you in front of Miss Universe? "
" I will marry you...for worse, not for better! " Lynn vowed with madness,
and barging in, she forgot to pick up her wedding dress and tripped 
and fell on her butt sliding down the isle while onlookers were filled with incredibility...
then she ran out stepping on Cardinal Cooke's foot who was returning from a wake!
The wedding was called off, and Gino was reproved by his mom for his mistake.
After reading my drama, who would have a foolish wish of a non-blue-blooded Queen?
Making drastic changes by acting on foolishness, doesn't make one look so keen. 

Details | Rhyme | |


“I can’t remember you, but you are pretty,” said the old man Tears formed in the eyes of the woman "Who are you?" His voice was the grayest of blues "Are you my new doctor? Or perhaps a nurse?" Silently, the woman took something out from her purse The photo was a wedding shot of a young pair His smile was dimpled and wide, and she had curly hair The woman handed the photo to the old man Setting it on his shaky hand He stared at it long and hard, trying to remember He looked at the date in the back—the 13th of December He looked at the woman in sudden surprise “Marianne!” He cried with joy. “Of course, my wife!” She left the room without another word That was the name of his first wife—and she was merely the third

Details | I do not know? | |

Its funny

It’s funny how I deny that I love you
But isn’t it true?
That I do love thee….
In my fantasy
And so, I cooked your dinner,
Made your bed,
And prepared your bath water
How funny!
That I should be in love with you
In a fantasy of course!
In reality I know too well
That we can never be.
In my world, 
I know I am married to you-
A fake priest, a fake wedding gown,
Fairies for my bridal party
And yeah, a wedding that never is-
It’s funny how I like it in my world
It’s funnier how it can never be in reality
What is even funnier, 
Is that I let the fantasy last thirty minutes 
While in a van to work!

Details | I do not know? | |

Cousins Wedding

Driving to Nick's wedding, 
Cant help but think...
Is there anyone there besides him I want to see?

Not really..
There's aunt Shirley,,
She always, always, always  wants to squeeze and kiss my cheek
I'm not five and I'm not a geek,
Bless her soul, my softer side will be in deep need

Grandpa Bill,
Oh man, he's so chill,
Usually in his rocker with a beer,
Maybe he'll rock it on the dance floor,
My spirits will need a lot of help,
Nick bought the Vodka, and he's poor. 

The bride will be gorgeous,
One bridesmaid I've never met
I'm skeptical because it's Nick's Ex.
No way I'd have a ex lover there,
For sure we tearing at each others hair,
Maybe that will beef up the party!
Cat fights are fun to watch,
Hopefully doesn't go too far,
Don't want the paramedics calling by her last name, “Ms. Gerardi”

I'll know soon enough..
Finishing this road trip is a must

Details | Monorhyme | |

True or False: A Little Teaser

 Here's something for you,
 To guess if it's true.
 About little old me,
 Just wait, and you'll see:
 On my dream wedding day,
 I went out of my way,
 To bid an adieu
 To my lover so true.
 The problem with this?
 It took one simple kiss,
 From that gentleman friend...
 For my wedding to end.

Details | Blank verse | |

I Want to be Your Bride

I want to be your bride
No beating around the bush

I want to wear a white cape
And mouse ears
I want to blow raspberries at your loved ones

I want to dance 
On a table to our song
I want to eat the best bits of the cake
And lick the icing
When no ones looking

I want to make a speech
When I’m drunk
And call you by an ex-boyfriends name
I want to sit on your Mothers knee
Thinking it’s you

I want to arrive an hour early at the church
In the rain
And wait outside
I want jesters and clowns in bridesmaid dresses
To follow me around all day

I want a ring
I want five rings
One for each finger
And thumb
Just in case I lose one

I want an orchestra of mice
To make your relatives dance
I want to take you to bed
And sing you nursery rhymes as I undress
I want you my darling
Don’t you want me too?

Details | I do not know? | |

28 Days After The Vows

Strolling up the chapel isle, each one looking like a jewel
Everyone saying of the bride, ‘Ooooh she looks so beautiful’
Stopping before the preacher, he leads them through the vows
Not noticing the bride having a funny twitch across her brow

At the moment of ‘I do’, hopping like a raving kangaroo
She sinks her teeth into his skull, crimson red begins to spew
Like a tasty watermelon, her face completely blood stained
She looks directly into the camera and roars the word, “Brains!!!”

The audience giggles in horror, the popcorn losing its fun
Even Hannibal Lecter chuckles, ‘they got me on that one’
Just another zombie movie you can see at any mall
You laugh it off, slow your heart, and try to remain calm

You think you want this person, to be husband and wife
But once you put that ring on, you may be stuck for life
So if s/he begins to watch you with a twinkle and a drool
You’ve got about twenty eight days to have it all annulled

Details | I do not know? | |


You think you might be in love.

You think he/her might be in love with you.

You think about a lot of things. Do you really know those things?

You think a lot, you worry a lot. 

But do you really HAVE to think or worry about those things?
  Or do you WAN'T to think or worry about those things?

Now that there is something to think about.


              *please leave a comment if you like it or fav poem if you might*

Details | Light Poetry | |

You Are Next


Wedding coat finery
covering my wretched dismay.
After pinching cheeks
aunties would always say,

“You are next!”
as if saying made it so.
Countless times it happened
no matter how often I said no.

Until I discovered how to stop it
using this little ironic gem;
now when I see them at family funerals
I started saying it to them!

Details | Couplet | |

Two Women at a Window, ca.1670

It's another mild day and the sky glows white
The air is still and cool as the midday light

Admirers giggle, perhaps at a young caller
One hunches over, the other stands taller

They don't look wealthy, yet they don't look poor
Perhaps trusted servants, but what can't they ignore?

They've taken jolly notice, as if on a whim
Of a miming youth who should be pruning a limb

Posted at the window the younger one peers
At this croaking lad, flattered by what she hears

Hunching near the potato patch across the way
He waves in a fluster with a few word words to say

He's glances side to side, behind the wall, stepping back
Emerging again from a passageway's crack

Between the tool shed and the gardener's house
He sneaks with the startle and twitch of a mouse

She remains calm, though tickled by his manner
For he might as well wear a bright purple banner

The older woman chuckles in faint squeaks
Hidden by the shutter around which she peeks

The younger one looks quite near seventeen
With floating white sleeves rolled up yet clean

Her girlish neckline, cut wide and low,
Displays to her suitor how well she can sew

Her hair is tucked with a bow on one side
Her grin is reserved with her eyes opened wide

Could her silly boy still have his pruners in hand? 
Is he skilled with the saw and tilling the land?

Two women at a window, quite content
Is this how many of their moments this day are spent?

Details | Light Poetry | |

Two Sisters, One Wedding Two Brothers

~Two Sisters One Wedding Two Brothers~ The day dawned bright, excitement rose today above all others Two sisters today and a wedding, we were marrying two brothers The wedding was outside on a beautiful grassy patch Where cherry blossoms fell - floating living confetti to catch. Two sister brides we were ready, holding hands and smiling Two grooms waiting patiently their smiles very beguiling One groom bent to tie his shoelace, the other standing smart… One bride eager pulling, waiting for the walk to start. A choir of children sang a song as we skipped down the aisle Too eager to be Mrs and Mrs, walking slowly was not our style Our vows we recited slowly and we all meant every word Let no man part what God has put together, did not sound absurd… No father to give the sister brides - away to their grooms No wedding rings on fingers, just the cherry blooms No bridal gowns fit for queens or top hats for the boys A host of bridesmaids and pageboys though, making a giggling noise… A shy kiss on the cheek from the grooms, the vows were finally over No wedding breakfast or honeymoon just blossom petals and clover A crowd or children pressed around all giggling and wishing us well And then the grooms ran hell for leather at the end of lunchtime bell... The marriage was over before it began it lasted such a short while Two sister brides and two brother grooms that had all romped down the aisle We knew back then that some marriages were not made in heaven Next time it would last longer, when we were older than six and seven.,
© ~GG~21/06/2012

Details | ABC | |

He Pushed Me on the Ground

He pushed me on the ground
And then pulled me by my hair
I tearfully asked, ‘Is that why I married you?’
But he kicked me. That’s not fair!

I ordered him to stop
I asked him to set me free
And when nothing happened
I begged him ‘please’!

But he didn't stop
And I started to cry
Then I remembered my rights
Why not to give a try…!

I pushed him greatly
And succeeded
But he reattained the condition
And instantly defeated.

He blowed hardly on my face
That I was forced to bleed
And suddenly I woke from my nightmare,
‘What happened, my sweet..?’

Details | Acrostic | |


once there was an old man on a lane
he always had many cats
then he took a train
and went down another lane

Details | Alliteration | |

Girl Girl Girl

Whether we wander wistful
whether we wander wise
we waltz wedding’s waltz; whenever
whatever weather
we’ll wriggle with wishful wives

Wind wispy willow
willy-nilly we’ll whirl 
we’ll widdle we’ll weave; whenever 
whatever weather
we'll waltz with wedding's wench

Well worthy we writers
who with words wrench

Finishing Line Press.  Book FAREWELL TO THE DUST, by C. S. Leaf avalible March 2008

Details | I do not know? | |

Pink Is O.K.

don't you just love 
the skin your in?
dimples on your cheeks 
when you smile and grin
light and darkness make beauty begin
blending  elegance and cuteness
from forehead to chin
your eyes
for the very first time i've seen
"The windows of the soul"
your hair 
I would prefer black or grey
but for now, i guess pink is O.K.
don't you just love the skin your in?
i do

Details | Verse | |

Her Wedding

It’s been a funny summer, June
skipped into August and was gone.
How did we miss that afternoon?
It’s been a funny summer. June
just packed her bags. No honeymoon.
The whole production overdrawn,
it’s been one funny summer. June
skipped into August and is gone.

Details | I do not know? | |

en T ro p y

Aver general question,
such as people always ask
A commitment some can't handle, thank you
(The question should never be asked of them, God Forbid!)
a promise few could make
Divluging strength of character, steel of the heart
enough to weather the storm,
The hurricanes, more like,
A question to 
constant, loving
en T rO    p y

Details | Ballad | |

Freddy The Fly Takes a Bride

Freddy the Fly,
Now back from the moon,
Noticed on his calendar,
That it was now June...

The wedding month,
thought our dear Freddy,
But a fly has a short life,
So then, before I'm dead,
I gotta' find a fly-wife!!

So Freddy flew
all abouts the world
Searching for,
the perfect fly-girl

Finally he was rewarded,
When Nicole Fly he did meet,
He got so excited,
He stepped on her fly-feet

But the attraction seemed mutual,
Like a fly to horse manure,
But when they did converse,
They both were very sure,

Freddy proposed his 
fly matrimonial hope,
Nicole said yes, let's
go elope....

But a wise Freddy the fly,
Did look her in the eye,
He knew she'd someday
Such a simple way to beget,

So he told her of his plan,
For the biggest fly-wedding
in all the land,

The solemn day came real quick,
A Sunday wedding, they did pick
And as it did unfold,
This story I was told,
He'd waited for her hand to hold,
To place on her fly-hand the ring gold,

Dressed in his little fly-tux,
Fly guests tried to hold their yucks,
And Nicole, in her fly gown,
Flew about, then up, then down,

To land on the fly-alter,
Not for a fly minute did she falter,
Said, "Yes, Fly Priest, I do!!...
And if's all the same to you.....
Would you get off my fly wedding cake,
It took so long for the fly-baker to make"

And Freddy's anxious to leave at once,
On a fly honeymoon, for sure,
But, alas, I almost forgot-
No "moon" in the honeymoon- no more!

For Freddy had eatten the romantic moon,
It tasted like sh_t, and it did ruin,
The moonlight for kissing was there no more,
So to fly-sleep they went,
and soon began to fly-snore.....

Now a Freddy Fly's snore is an event to behold,
At least as a fly-story, we've been told
Nicole , she couldn't sleep
As Freddy fly-snored deep,
She flew off and let the fly groom,
Wake up next fly-day to fly-gloom!

Details | Haiku | |

Fowl weather

Where to build our nest
birds of a feather confer
discussions most fowl

Details | Limerick | |


She wed a wealthy man named Harry.
Now, people call her greedy Mary.                   
It really isn't funny;       
She married for his money.
Holy matri-monetary!                         

Details | Free verse | |

Rhoda not Rhonda

Rhoda not Rhonda
like the Rhoda from Mary Tyler Moore
but even more like Rhoda from "Rhoda"
any way Rhoda wrote a poem
i said Rhoda wrote a poem not Rhoda poem
"Who's Rhoda Rhoda Poem?"
NO! i said; Rhoda wrote a poem
"Rhoda Rhoda Poem. that's catchie"
never mind

Details | Cowboy | |

Prickly Pete Gets Hitched

There was a rumor that I heared ‘bout Pete
Goin’ and committin’ matrimony—
But that’s likely as ol’ Scratch getting’ beat,
And who said it is full of baloney!

But John-Bob done says he was the best man
And shore nuff Prickly went and tied the knot—
But I cain’t see Pete wearin’ a gal’s bran’,
So I done thinks it’s just as likely not!

But lo and behold in rides ol’ Prickly
With a purty gal all strawberry blonde—
But ol’ Pete, he is lookin’ might sickly
And of his nose ring he just ain’t too fond!

Then right in front of the whole dern ol’ town,
Stoney, smilin’, he just pops the question:
“Is you hitched Pete? With yer feet on the ground?
Or is we dreamin’ and you’s still our bastion?!”

Ol’ Pete, he climbs down back to earth and yells:
“Not many call me a bastion and live!
I ain’t never heard me no weddin’ bells
And here’s a passel of advice I’ll give: 

“Never jumps to them conclusions, mister,
That even your eyes may lead you to see—
Ya see this here is my dear young sister—
And all you cowboys better let her be!”

Well, all the town folk done apologized—
And there sure weren’t no ring on a finger—
But we gets to thinkin’ that they had lied
When their kisses did linger and linger!

“Well, gosh dern! That proves it!” Stoney did say,
“It’s shore nuff somethin’ that ya jest cain’t miss!
If Pete and that gal married up OK—
An ol’ married couple wouldn’t still kiss!”

So I reckon the moral here ain’t neat—
Don’t jump claims or to no dern conclusions—
Specially ‘bout the ol’ cowboy called Pete
Or you’ll wind up with just more confusions! 

Details | Ballad | |


Old Sam had carted nightsoil for a decade ‘round our town; 
A happy sort of chappy that let nothing get him down. 
He always found solutions to most problems in this life 
And went to no ends finding ways to rid himself of strife. 
Just like the time I found the note tacked to our outhouse door 
Along with one of hubby’s socks – sounds strange, but wait there’s more. 
It seems Sam’s eldest daughter had got in the fam’ly way 
And he’d convinced her darling beau there’d be a wedding day. 
A shotgun aimed strategically had helped persuade the lad 
And Sam convinced the young buck that he’d make a real good dad. 
The night before the wedding day Sam’s organised his suit, 
A singlet, jocks, shoes and socks, but felt a dopey coot. 
His sock drawer it was full alright, but none of them a pair  
And now he had to make a choice.  What was he gunna wear? 
I’ll sleep on it -  the old mate thought, but now it’s time for bed; 
He had to get some shut-eye for the big day just ahead. 
Sam had his run to do first up and much to his surprise 
He found upon our washing line a sight for his old eyes. 
A pair of socks that he could see would match one of his own 
And figured that he’d borrow one and treat it like a loan. 
And with another problem solved Sam scrubbed up pretty well; 
He gave the bride away that day and things went rather well. 
Of course he washed our missing sock, before he brought it back 
And told the story in his note, attached there with a tack. 

Details | Narrative | |

Ain't Love Grand ?


The night had just begun to fall.
     I never knew you felt this way at all.
The things you said I had never heard.
     How could it hurt they’re only words.
These words had teeth and a painful bite.
     And the way she used them was to her delight.
Spouting such painful and hurtful things.
     As I looked at her I envisioned fangs.
The words she used would make a sailor turn red.
      And why did she say I wish you were dead?
What caused this fight, this lovers spat.
      I know she’ll blame me she’s good at that.
Is this what all couples go through.
      If this is love it wreaks of pooh.
Just six more days and we’ll be married a week.
       One more like today and it may be divorce I seek.
I think maybe she’s calming down her face is not quite as blue.
       Now she says she loves me, what do I do?
Well she turned out the light and gave me a kiss.
       Is this what they mean by married bliss?
Goodnight all!

Details | Dramatic monologue | |




















Details | Free verse | |


Writing about marriage
when you're getting married
is hard.

Writing about marriage
when you're getting married
while you're still a student
is hard.

Writing about marriage
when you're getting married
while you're still a student
while you're sitting in a classroom
is hard.

Writing about marriage
when you're getting married
while you're still a student
while you're sitting in a classroom
when you're really not getting married
is harder.

Details | Rhyme | |


I see the blinking lights for the guest’s attraction

A lighting that is of an archaic fashion 

But it is of significance to a wedding function 

And these lights at the same time do frighten 

For it is like they open their eyes to stun 

And close their eyes to a contortion 

They indeed are of different types and position

The lights with the blinking in a slow motion

The lights with the blinking in a rapid motion

For they possess an evocative expression 

Details | Rhyme | |

The Day We Were Wed

Ten years have past since the day we were wed,
till death do us part is what we said.

We’ve faced all challenges both good and bad,
happy times and some that were sad.

We’ve had our share of quarrels and fights,
experienced many sleepless nights.

She has been there for me all along the way,
so by my side I pray she will always stay.

She has made me the man I am today,
my best friend I am happy to say.

I want to be as good to her as she is to me,
hope I am the best husband I can be.

Many laughs and two kids later,
I could never imagined anything greater.

Because of how she has changed my life,
I am forever proud to call her my wife,

I’ll never forget the vows we said,
or the day we were wed.

Details | I do not know? | |


Arriving late, I find
the service almost done.
They're waiting at the altar,
the wiener and the bun.
All ears now strain, to hear  
the parson's monolog, 
"And by the powers vested in me,
I now pronounce you one hot dog."

Details | Alliteration | |


On seven hills, 
In seven countries,
Seven brides were set to wed
Seven grooms,
Not seven brothers,
Though all sevens’ fathers were all dead.
Seven maids 
And seven ushers,
Each stood seven and a half foot tall.
Seven priests
Seven services
Seven “I dos”, on brides lips fall.
Seven honeymoons,
Seven flights
Each couple went for seven nights.
Seven Minutes
In Seventh heaven
For seven sessions of pure delight.

Details | Rhyme | |

Upon the Fairest Boughs..

A fair brother the youngest of siblings  due to be wed
For his bride, a young  virgin , pure , blue eyed and fair ,
Prepares her white wedding gown to walk down the isle , 
Decides for the occasion to dye her hair fair hair black.
My lady , my Queen, I pray , take my hand with delight.
Today you are my bride, tomorrow you shall be my wife.
Oh most noble sir arise  now kiss and bond this treaty 
After the ceremony , the guests gathered and feasted
Speeches and toasts ,trembling lips kissed her pale hand
My eye shall not rove , take my heart and love me sweetly
Her rosy lips and cheeks promised by thee to forever stand.
Weeping and let out a cry cupid hath stung her inner thigh.
What strange effect the nature of love has on the passions.
Fair princess, I promise thee, wedlock shall suit thee well.

Details | Free verse | |

25 Short Steps

O, it is only 25 short steps, 
For you to take your feet, 
To reach the blue bell.

Don’t turn away from your path,
Nor have you looked back, son;
Go straight ahead. Just there.

There at the majestic blue bell, 
We all will be meeting you,
To listen to its divine sound.

O come on, do not be nervous,
What you’re going to do is simple;
Walk, listen. Then say: yes, I do.

That’s all; can you do that, son? 
Yes, I can do these 25 short steps,
Thou, I’m really nervous. I sweat.
But, knowing your loaded shotgun,
Pointing at my back scares me a lot, 
Than taking your princess to a vow.

Details | Senryu | |

Days of Our Lives (Senryu)

On their wedding day
“The Days of Our Lives” was played
Congregation laughed

© Joseph, 9/20/07
© All Rights Reserved

I wrote this while attending a wedding.  This is serious! lol!  The traditional or 
classic Japanese senryu format has three lines:  the first has 
five syllables, second has seven syllables and the third five syllables.  The 
pattern is 5/7/5 for a total of seventeen syllables. The senryu is generally about 
an emotional expression.