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December 25th- The Christmas Wedding
Surrounded by seasonal silver bells
Scarlet passionate pink poinsettias sit
Entwined by Christmas and Wedding bliss
Frosty winter weather warmed up by:
Rings of “I Do”
The eyes of Eve hide underneath a white veil
A bride walking down the misty mistletoe isle
Wondering why the majestic mustang moon sank without trace?
The aroma of pine trees idle into the death defying fog
Fine firm decorated ribbons snug unopened gifts
Mistletoes wait above the tenable tint threshold
Kissing and Cheering
New Christmas Vows
In her hands, a beautiful bouquet
-Bridal flowers for the maids
Forsaken by dark dusky dullness wedding cloud
Flustering fragrance thicken the chestnut cold air
Ornaments endured dreary tears
Despising the drapes of fog
That covers the newly wed winter show
Harmony withdrew from that winter wonderland
A white gown, not meant to be
Christmas crushed by her greed
The unkind erratic earth exchanged her own silent vows
In a horrifying hoary haze
A heavy foggy breeze dropped in like debris,
Blowing her tiara dreams away
On this very exact Christmas Day
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Dressing the ancient stars amid their anthem weddings attire....
The universe anxiously anticipating these adorned galaxies of, anew ~
Bookplate bridesmaids, with such glittering eyes and broadening smiles
Quickly making their jubilant ways down, the amendable aisles
With a world beholding as, the best of man....
Hearkening hearts rejoicing so, very deeply inside; paradise
Standing at the altar aside, the most beautiful of glorious grooms ~
Wearing heavens luminous harvest moon colours; commencing halos
Visages, as a sparkling fireworks display afore the joys of an innocent, awestruck child....
Immaculate and pristine; these most mesmerizing of scenes
Cygnus, gathered here to unite this day, paladin unto the morn ~
Extenuatings pragmatic veil; crimsons silkened tides now torn
From, the final pages of such history and lore; a candid, jewel leavened door....
Prismatics band; lifting these velvet promises of an everlasting rainbows, I do ~
Sidereals notes of well-nigh chime; sweet music across the blue made skies
Church bells, reaching unto the furthest realms this, celebrations invitation
Come one come all; come as you were come as you are; the brightest star
Making their way through the constellations; jubilee, and all of creation ~
Coterie, disembarking at the depot from a waking moment; neverendings, final destination!?
...."The Wedding, at Dreamendon" ~
Note: Smile ~ "Merry Christmas Everyone; May It Be 'Beautiful & Bright; Love,'" John!:) ~
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The wraiths were ringing dead wrought bells
while closely passed the shady shapes
of woods in dusk, where red indwells
communion made from ghostly grapes.
He ran amidst the winds and passed
across the side where grapevines grew,
it was her presence that amassed
small leaves and droplets of fog's dew.
Inside the winds' lone strings accord,
his Bell full-face, was dropped along
the streamlets and horizon's board,
untamed his scopes, they don't belong.
The Astral Chords! He knew this debt;
the skies demand and kill and draw,
the darkened paths his thought beget,
rose thorny droplets on his brow.
Persephone shall be his wed,
subsiding dew the mist regales,
the stringing roar that reaches red,
his greatest bride resigns his trails.
Shall be the threading of winds' howls,
her plea arises from the shades,
homecoming queen from astral halls,
he harks the northern swashing blades.
Ablution's her enjoining black
"Enfold me in the rising dawn
enfold your sadness in the dark
with magistral the curtains drawn".
Acute of wounds she heals and mends
the asphalt of the mists awaits
pristine her bridal thorns amends
while passing through the Hades gates.
Three hundred reasons drew the drapes,
three hundred strings of diligence;
The winds regaled the bride's agape,
his celebration to commence.
© 10-14-2013, George Venetopoulos
(Iambic Tetrameter - Epic)
Three Hundred = 300 Kilometers per hour. The final speed a super-bike of 1,000cc engine is able to outreach.
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I shook my head
Knew the day’d be messy
Some poor sap
Was marrying my Aunt Bessie
She’d slept with half of Brooklyn
Flaunting her exploits all through town
The mayor, the banker, the deli clerk
Even the birthday party clown
A wedding gown, so fitted
Her bellybutton showed
Boobs shoved up high enough
To violate building code
Minutes before the shindig
She pulled me on the roof
Snatched a flask from her garter belt
Downing one hundred ninety proof
She wanted to call it off
No way she could comply
To promise for all her life
To only screw one guy
I told her she could do it
Like many other people do
She finally calmed down
And made her wedding day debut
She stumbled down the aisle
Tripping on her gown
Her daddy kept her steady
‘til the pastor stared her down
She blushed but pulled together
Long enough to give her vows
After the ceremonial kiss
Everyone went to carouse
Letting loose at the reception
She danced with all the boys
Twirling, flashing, grinning
Making all kinds of noise
I’d like to say things ended well
That monogamy she would master
But before the night was over
She got naked with the pastor
For Andrea's "Show Me the Funny" Contest
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The greatest miracle in days of yore
unsurpassed, two millennia past or more
a carpenter by trade, Joseph by name
was betrothed to Mary, a virtuous dame
Joseph, proud of his virgin, unbesmirched
beamed when their banns were recited in church
Mary had a visitor who descended in light
when the angel spoke she cowered in fright
"Fear not, chosen one, there's a child in your belly,
You'll name Him Jesus, unless you fancy Kelly."
"How can you be sure? I've not been with a guy."
"Must I spell it out? His father is God most high."
When Mary told Joseph he was caught off-guard
to accept Mary's tale was decidedly hard
his intended, purportedly as pure as they come
was with child from another; a soon-to-be mum
An angel of God appeared in splendor:
"Joseph, to no mortal did Mary surrender."
now, Joseph was righteous, obedient to God
ahead of the wedding date they then tied the knot
his family, deprived of a wedding reception
snickered: "What's with Joseph? This is clearly deception."
The newlyweds were obviously broke
Joseph told Mary: "My wife, don your cloak
We can't afford to pay taxes to them
we'll go to my birthplace; it's called Bethlehem
off they set with Mary on a donkey
for days on end over the hills of Galilee
All the tax evaders had crowded Bethlehem
not an inn in the place could accommodate them
Joseph begged as well he was able
one innkeeper showed them a stable
in amongst animals, vermin and filth
Mary, the Virgin, to our Savior gave birth
she wrapped Him in cloth to protect Him from danger
laid Him gently to rest in a hay-lined manger
Humankind then and now reaps the advantages
that Jesus has come to mend falling bridges
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His jazz collection fills the spare bedroom
Music man, you see, was his nom de plume
Our wedding album rests on the nightstand
A keepsake for my viewing on demand
The tarnished silver comb that stroked his hair
Lays on the dresser beside his easy chair
The carnation he wore on our wedding day
A keepsake preserved in a glass display
The love notes he sent are bound in a box
I read them again when life deals hard knocks
His old Volvo still sits in the driveway
In it he proposed to his fiancé
I’ve clung to these treasures, lived in the past
Keepsakes from four years that went by too fast
Comfort they bring as he watches from above
John, my husband, the only man I’ve loved
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When on life’s seas I’m tempest tossed,
And my hopeful smile is all but lost,
When I need to survive at any cost,
You are my anchor.
My life is filled with simple pleasures,
My loved ones’ smiles I count as treasures,
When kisses are how life is measured,
You are the standard.
As time soars on and birthdays fly,
My hair is graying, I don’t care why,
My mind is sharp, but not my eyes,
You are my youth.
Love is patient, love is kind,
And to the lucky, love is blind,
But when it comes to love that binds,
You are my love.
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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.
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Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
It’s a common saying that is decoded from the look of a man
But of a truth, genuine and true beauty is beyond what the eyes can see
Only the heart can feel it
It glows with such power, even the ‘blind’ will perceive
Regardless of our status, rich or poor
Aboriginality, the language or cultural background
We all can see and perceive this inner beauty with the same view
One advice for my fellow brothers,
Always by pass the look go straight inward
And from the inward, outward appearance can be well appreciated
And advice for everyone
As you take time to make up the physical beauty
Create more time to nurture the inner one
For when you are inwardly ugly
The outward projection is nothing but a fake
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Wife and myself
Nothing between us
He was metamorphosed
Into a frog
When his wife had left him
A lonely woman
Thousand years back
In yellow sun
Struck by her coyness
With three suitcases
One for me
And my lips turned icebergs
At our nakedness
To pick evenings
We two rested
In a cave of Kundalini
Behind the waterfall
The alien woman
Travelled six moons
To deliver her baby in a burial ground
An eagle swoops
On a field –mouse
Tables of wedding
The woman kissed me
I felt her hollow ribs
As if in a spring dream
The woman’s hair
Struck by a gale
My wife locked
Me one fine evening
In my neighbour’s hole
The rats are away
When mice take in
My wife’s clammy face
The summer rain
Took wings to raid the moon
Lolo my wife
Her green sleek steps
Thundered an innocent fly
In the dead of night
God made two wives
One for me one for my neighbour
My neighbour’s wife
Delivered a child
When I was asleep
The woman said goodbye
And I took a fish for dinner
I mistook it for my wife
My wife is a canvas
Where I paint
A painter’s apprentice
In sheer foolishness
daubed in red my wife’s rear-view
A squirrel saw my wife
And in haste
Lost her guava
I was caught in neighbour’s bedroom
By my wife last summer
I lost my glasses
A wolf entered the graveyard
And annoyed my wife
Sarah my wife
Sarah wed me
And in brief forgetfulness
Greeted my neighbour
A tiger ate Sarah my wife
It happened by accident
The tiger knows
Wake up call
I want to sleep
Pola my pet fly
Fouled things up
She ate my wife’s breakfast
My dog Pintu
I set him free on my wife’s posterior
Eons ago a butterfly
Gave birth to my wife
Now, a caterpillar
A hard slap
Hurricane Sarah will win
You have gathered enough winters
Leave one for me
The woman flapped her wings
To clouded mountaintops
Silky as white