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.
Copyright © Jeffrey Faulk | Year Posted 2007
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.
Copyright © Jiril Clemons | Year Posted 2013
" 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**
Copyright © Aiyah de Torres | Year Posted 2014
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
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2014
The tradition of marriage,
Bourgeois blackmail and baggage,
Is it all a bargain for men,
Is this what white weddings meant?
All the love that is lost,
And what is the ultimate cost?
A divorce court pizza,
Magistrate smirks like Mona Lisa,
Four corners, one for each,
Dog gets the crust, if it can reach,
Cats get the anchovies,
Were white weddings all for phonies?
When is the revolution?
Blancmange brides for pollution,
Bridesmaids-Little Bo Peeps on crack,
Does society cut us some slack?
We joined the bourgeoisie,
All ends in tears and hypocrisy.
Copyright © Julie Grenness | Year Posted 2015
The swell of cloudburst pours its showers;
gently tapping on night’s dewy aisle
while raindrops spill like pearly dots,
along a lush garden where ringlets flit.
O but that smile enthralls dusk’s approach,
upon her glow bridal buds enhance
as drizzles change hues in sky’s finery,
her gushes bearing gushes from corners of eyes.
A mellow dance of sleet frolics with the breeze
*while the rain kisses her cheeks her essence,*
this nearness which consumes wisp of air...
And joy of patter falls down through footsteps
until all confetti drapes an embroidered gown ,
In a rush of petrichor melting two gazes swept
blessing the stars of her newly -wed face.
ika-labing-tatlo (13th): Rain, Rain come my way
binibining P.iNk’s Contest
*habang humahalik ang ulan sa kanyang mga pisngi,
sa kanyang kababaihang makabuluhan*
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2016
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
Copyright © Adell Foster | Year Posted 2009
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
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2013
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!
Copyright © Sharon Morken | Year Posted 2013
My Wedding Vow
I was at the entrance
In my white lacy gown
The wind blowing on my face
With my parents on both side
The whole place was full of flowers
People in their fancy clothes
Waiting for me to walk on the aisle
All I can see was the tip of your head
How excited I was
To see how handsome you will be
In your white tux
Nothing will be more stunning as you can ever be
Everything was so perfect
As I entered and walked towards you
The choir sung our favorite song
Looking through the eyes of Love
The red carpet seemed endless
Friends families and relatives
Waving smiling crying clapping their hands
All emotions I saw
Were all out of joy and happiness
I wish it didn't had to end
As we said our wedding vows
Our first kiss as husband and wife
Made this day the most important event of my life.
October 5, 2015
Copyright © Meline Ngo | Year Posted 2015
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. :-)
Copyright © imee murillo | Year Posted 2014
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
Copyright © Gerry Mattia | Year Posted 2009
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
Copyright © tom bell | Year Posted 2008
Cast me not away
Ye gentle soul, my love
Lead me to the beach
Where our love began and bloomed
Cradle my fragile wrists
In your strong and loving grip
Call me yours again
Bid me to you and I shall yield
Few hours to the vow
To be yours and only yours
I long to see you so
I long to hear you coo my name
Upon my pillows I lay
With tender thoughts of you and me
My gentle heart
I melt into my satin sheets
A man for me
A bride to be
My wishes never end
Alas, I hear of your trip back to town
My finest dress of lace I wear
A scent unforgettable shall steal your heart away
I lean against my window so
Knowing my gate shall be your path
I wave my hands
You smile so bright
And then the story continues to roll
By Sylvia Chika
Copyright © Sylvia Chika | Year Posted 2015
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.
Copyright © Veronica Joseph | Year Posted 2009
When we first met
You were impossibly irritating,
And yet, so stubbornly persistent that,
Like a piece of grit in an oyster,
You just stayed put,
Until, over time,
We created something beautiful.
Copyright © Deborah Alexander | Year Posted 2017
A delicate blue Daisy
Nestled between roses of pink and cream,
Held firm by pink love-in-the-mist,
Green foliage and tiny gypsophila.
Stems bound in hessian and ribbon.
Something blue in her bridal bouquet.
17th June 2017
Copyright © Elizabeth Kinch | Year Posted 2017
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!
Copyright © Aiyah de Torres | Year Posted 2014
Our anniversary is in a few days…
Paula publicly became my wife
that day and the rest of my life!
Yeah, she kind of found me adrift…
although I was still a float,
I had no real coordinates.
I am not sure what she saw in me,
but maybe a puzzle worth her energy.
Yes, yes, yes, she did say yes;
We have pictures to prove it!
It has been enlightening, a journey.
Thank you for sharing your life my beautiful wife.
I Iove you very much, your husband.
Edward J Ebbs - June 6, 2015
Copyright © Edward Ebbs | Year Posted 2015
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
Copyright © Donna Jones | Year Posted 2013
I am playing with my dollies
And my princess pram all pink
I'm nearly 5
A big girl now
No more nappies
Or plastic pants
I outgrew the potty
When I was only three
My mum says it's because I am brave
Now I go to the toilet all by myself
But today my bum didn't behave
My tummy was hurting
Making squidgy noises too
Blowing bubbles inside
I needed the loo
But it was too far away
I felt it coming
I knew I was going to poo
I couldn't stop it
It was runny and wet
Dribbling down my legs
Err smelly poo
I stood on the floor
I shouted for mummy
But she’d already smelt it
Mummy came in
Said “Oh deary me”
“Did we have an accident?” She asks
I look down
“Only me” I reply
My legs were horribly brown
I started to cry
Mummy hugs me and says
“Everyone poops you know
Even the Queen
Let’s get you in the bath
Fresh new pyjamas
You’ll feel as good as new
Sparkling, fresh and poop free”
Fifteen years on
My first date a disaster
Oh yes, all thanks to my bum
I should have known better
A bad idea it transpired
The night before
With my mum
That morning I woke up
I knew I was in trouble
When I felt my feverish brow
My belly was bubbling
Making squidgy noises as before
I was really in turmoil now
This isn’t good news
I feel awful and sick
My intestines are angry and raw
Rebelling and furious
They are plotting their revenge
For the curry I'd had the night before
But I’m a big girl now
So my mum says
The rumblings I chose to ignore
Brave or stupid
Feeling nervous and scared
I walk nervously out of the door
I shuffle into the restaurant
A penguin walking on ice
My bum cheeks squeezed together
I smile, he looks really nice
Actually if I’m totally honest
It was a bit more like a wince
But I was too scared to move
Too scared to breathe
It was all I could manage
I was convinced
I resist the urge to pass wind
My bum and I are at war
Anxious to avoid a lethal escape
I feel the bubbling’s I remembered from before
I excuse myself from the table
Plead silently for my bum to behave
Walking penguin style
Across a crowded restaurant
I can do this
I am brave
I find my sanctuary
In the form of a loo
Sitting down I feel surges of pain
Squelching noises galore
Sweating buckets I'm sure
My modesty I hope to retain
With my elbows on my knees
I push just a little
My bum explodes
I am shocked
Poop expels from my body
A 100 miles an hour at least
Making a terrible sound as it plopped
The smell is intense
I want to cry
Poop has ricocheted off the bowl
Splattered all over my bum
I've formed a seal around the seat
This is a nightmare
I have no control
As I stand up the seat sticks to my bum
I unpeeled myself off
It crashes down to the bowl
I clean up
Feel a bit better
But into bed I want to roll
I flush the smell away
And I hope the disgrace
I look in the mirror and gasp
I look like a zombie
A lovely first date
Was that really too much to ask?
Leaving the ladies
I return to my date
He is still there
What do I tell him?
My secret was mine to keep
Is honesty the best policy here?
What lie can I use?
But I take a deep breath and I speak
“I'm fine, thanks for waiting
I had a dodgy curry last night”
He laughs and I felt silly
Who talks about poop on a first date?
He says “Hey don’t be embarrassed
Everyone poops, I relate!”
Shall we go somewhere else instead? He asks
“Like a public toilet?" I joke
He laughs as he takes my hand
He is cute
I really like him
He is gorgeous
He seems to understand
He walked me home
It was actually more of a crawl
But a kiss on the doorstep
And another date next week
Maybe this wasn't a disaster after all
Seventy years on
I am living in a home
I married my first date
We had a family of our own
Wed sixty glorious years
He passed away last year
Now I'm back in nappies again
Oh what a cheer
Yesterday was my birthday
I am ninety years old and a day
I had a naughty curry last night
And I think I'm in trouble today
My tired old organs
Don’t work like they did before
My skin is all crinkled
My intestines are like straws
The nurse comes in to change me
Nappy filled with poop galore
Says “Don’t worry my love
She's seen it all I'm sure
I smile as I remember
Those very same words spoken
To me when I was four
By my dear old mum
In the bathroom
In our house
So many years before
Copyright © Sarah Bryant | Year Posted 2015
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
Copyright © Ray Dillard | Year Posted 2010
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
Copyright © Drake Eszes | Year Posted 2011
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
They's war forty seven years an two weeks
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
X.......John e Cowpoke
Copyright © Marycile Beer | Year Posted 2008
As I lay here in clouds of His glory
visions of rapture now dance through my head,
and I rejoice when I think of the Lord descending
and His saints of old raising from the dead.
The angels in Heaven now rejoicing
know that His bride is soon to come home,
preparations are now almost finished
and soon she’ll be singing her new Heavenly songs.
Hallelujah to the Father, cry His people
and Praise the Lord we sing to His glorious Son,
we Adore You blessed Holy Spirit
Who has made the Bride and the Groom become One.
We are finally Home!!!!
cry His people; oh it seems too good to be true,
redeemed from earth with all of its pain and its sorrows
to Praise the Lamb forever and ever for His bride has now made it through.
But, back in my bed, I find myself crying
and yet, I know that His coming is nigh,
but He’s still waiting for us to bring in His mighty harvest
so that millions of people won’t eternally die!
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
Copyright © Marilyn Jennings | Year Posted 2015
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!
Copyright © Bassam Aljasem | Year Posted 2005
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
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2013
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,
Copyright © Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson | Year Posted 2007
My granddaughters asked me one day
"Grammy, how did you date
Going to an all girl school
Wasn't it pretty hard for you?"
They were at that dating age
And figured they could trap me
I just told them with a smile
I knew were I was going all the while
I stayed in school
And got my teaching job
Near the H bar T spread
On Nebraska sod
The land lady invited the cowboy
From up the valley one eve
To come down for a little supper
And meet the new lady who was going to teach
We spent the evening playing double solitaire
An when he got ready to leave
I asked him, " Please
Can you put my saddle in the barn for me?"
Sunday found me busy at work
Getting ready for school to start
He stopped by and wanted to know
If to the roping club with him I'd go
I did go and from that day on
Wednesday night, Friday night, Saturday
And Sunday's were our days,
He had been on his own since he was fifteen
And took special pride in his work
Sometimes in the evening if he had the time
You just might find us on the phone line
Thanksgiving rolled around
And I went to Kansas to see my folks
And he went Wyoming to look at a ranch
On the way back he stopped by my place
I walked him to the car when he was ready to leave
And I told him, "I'm going to a wedding
On June Nineteenth."
He just looks at me and says
"If I'm supposed to be there just let me know"
He did come
And we were forty seven years and two weeks
When I got finished telling the granddaughters
Their mouths were open in shock
Grammy did you really do that
I said Yep
An that's how you
I told Billy about the girls and me
And he replied with a grin
"You know you're right
I never did ask you to marry me."
When Billy looks down on me from above
I kiss my wedding band with love
For on our wedding bands you'll find
The stars and the moon for all time
Copyright © Marycile Beer | Year Posted 2008
It was the fall of fifty-four
and “cool” was the in thing.
I was a senior in high school
and had just moved
to Camden High.
I was checking things out.
Rambling down the hall one day
I just happened to look
into a freshman classroom.
There I saw the most beautiful face.
Two very large dimples began to bloom
as our eyes met for only a second.
She blushed and it highlighted
the turned up corners of her perfect lips.
Strange, I felt I knew her.
I did know her.
She was the faceless dream
haunting me my whole life.
She was the one
I knew I would meet some day.
The one God guided my way.
The one I knew would be my wife.
I was smitten.
How could I meet her without being so
A friend of mine
was dating her cousin.
I was told her name was Carolyn.
Patricia, the cousin would try
to set it up for us to “accidently” meet.
Carolyn went to church quite often
to the Sunday evening service.
We lived in a small town
and Sunday evenings were spent
"cruising" from a drive-in restaurant on
one side of town, to another on the opposite side.
What a “coincidence” we all turned up
at church on the same evening.
Pat asked Carolyn if she would like to go ride.
She did, but would have to go home to ask her parents.
She was too young to date.
When she asked her parents about going out for a while
they each said for her to ask the other,
They finally agreed because Pat was with us.
The next Sunday evening we spent
the evening at her home.
After that we went out
just about any time
we wanted to
but, “came back early”.
Those were the best of times.
So, began the start of a relationship destined
by the hand of One who protects and twines.
After graduation, I was away at school.
There as a ministerial student, I felt displaced.
It didn’t take long to know it was not working out.
I settled the mounting pressures of school, the church,
by joining the military.
While I was stationed in Japan for almost three years
she finished school and worked while attending Carolina.
After that I was away in another town working.
We claimed each other for six years while shaping,
settling, waiting for the right time.
We decided we would marry in 1960.
November twenty-sixth was the date set aside.
It was a simple, pretty wedding in my church.
We left the wedding and spent the night in Columbia,
leaving there to honeymoon in the Blue Ridge.
We returned on Monday, for I had to work
and brag about my new bride.
© Sept. 25 2010 For Frank's 'Love" contest
Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2010