Anticipation
I stand and wait by the garden gate
My object of affection is fashionably late
When she appears she will be mine
For a wedding is planned to celebrate.
Thank You
all a dimple in my face
as four metal plates say thank you
what were you thinking to blow my face
as I teach your little girl to blow a world
as each petal a seed and the envelope hold four
and go fetch me six more to make a ten and if twenty
we have a garden and make an happy couple
Wedding Bells Blues
Married by a de-frocked priest
[the folks didn't have a clue ]
the day was mostly sunny,
the geese were quaking too!
My groom it seems was fretin'
but my brother well [he knew ]
Mary Jane was just the thing
to go with cheese fondue!
Pond side, down garden path
the flower girl was crying
the ring bearers pillow dropped
the brides maids were sighing!
Missing Mom finally showed,
her ex in tow with tootsie
what delight, what painful fright
and me the raving beauty!
What a day, that 26th of May
I should have guessed, you know
when the wedding suites' door
stuck, they gave us free bordeaux.
Sister's Love:A Wedding Poem
A sister's love
Patient and true
We've been together all our lives
Lived through the bad times
The good times
And the blessings
Life is a garden to grow
You add flowers and vegetables and vines of strength
Manny and Irene
We believe your vine will be strong and grow continuously
For many years down the road
We are blessed to be your sister
We are truly happy you meant someone
you could grow old with forever
In your garden of life
Hot Plate of June
HOT PLATE OF JUNE
Plumes of unskilled daisies scatter, undone.
Pure bouquet brightens the borrowed garden.
Blue garter tight around her upper thigh, croon.
Anticipation simmers on this hot plate of June.
Groom rips open top button and loosens his tie,
dizzy with champagne and his alluring bride.
Virgin in lace and crowned with antique veil,
her pulse reddens as her imagination sets sail.
A final act to throw her bouquet aimlessly, sow seed,
spurring on a blushing bride, blessing a wife, godspeed.
6/8/2017
Produced Wedding Fiasco
PRODUCED WEDDING FIASCO
If cantaloupe
Could elope
and marry a honey dew melon
What would happen
If a cabbage out grows the garden
As crabgrass and dandelions rapes the fruits and vegetables
All this and inclement weather
What's the matter
Cantaloupe cancels the wedding?
Why! you may ask amongst the dandelions and crabgrass
Because they cantaloupe
7/30/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
The Stage Was Set
The stage was set, the guests now all arrived
A bright sun shone o'er garden paths and flow'rs
The groomsmen sparred and raced about outside
Some bridesmaids danced and laughed 'midst leafy bow'rs
Yet heard in distant realms, the rumble of Spring show'rs
Alas, cried she, dared Ze-us spoil this Day
Alack, moaned he, the gods will have their Way
Throw Caution To the Wind
Through our wish
Through our goals
Through our done mean
Through a compliment decide by the garden
Minute having a coming --
Minute always passing, creating
A matter turn alive
We not confused reality came from mentality --
On goals for, married being us cute
Thou, through wish goals merged
of our mean
The garden the memories
Over the minutes coming
And always sort a matter
From reality, from mentally
Flying on the handle.
Poppies Laugh Louder In a Wet Garden
Furnances, cast-iron, will wrought a deadly terrain;
The mulling of our spirit has
Juggled words of gods out of our mouths
While we hide like moths,
Thus life begins an affair with a new universe
Where furnances are allowed
To crawl the garden grounds
as our hearts watch
Aflame with plummage.
Sterile Knot of Desire
The canopy was beaming beneath radiant stars, as whirling
wedding night dances swirled round and round the garden …
But her husband crippled, his manhood puerile,
Fate untied their sterile knot of desire.
The world seemed to shrug; she felt herself
scorned. Passersby avoided her eyes ...
Was it she'd been abandoned, deficient found?
Or had the clock just run out on her cries?
July 01, 2018