Best Aisle Poems
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She wood fined her boat
Wear she rose across the see two the sure
Their she mustard all her mite
And toad the boat on the beech
Butt if the thyme was write she tide it two a boy
She could hardly weight
Four she nose she will sea her suite sun
They wood sit on a bolder, brake sum bred
Then they eight a hole pair
Her sun called her a deer
He tolled her when he urns enough doe
Ore got sum tacks witch was dew
He wood by her a flour at the bizarre
Witch could be tide in her hare
The cent of the rows wood bee sew sheikh
One knight he said she wood prophet
If she past buy a different root
He new the currant could get ruff
The whether was no longer fare and getting two chilli
She road away into the missed
Aisle meat ewe next weak he balled until he was horse
He trussed he wood see her next weak
Only Homo’s ‘Aloud’ – Jerry T Curtis
23rd March 2015
~awarded 1st place
A memory of tears filled eyes
How can I forget this precious aisle?
The aisle you walk in your gown-shy
Now carries your silent and dire
How can I whisper to you love
How you looked as a dove
Ah! The memory is green and fresh
The night of our all white and thresh
Look at you o! Once beautiful aisle
You are my dread on you my light fade
Sermon given to my love as she goes to grave
The grace I ask to face this maze
Walking My Daughter Down the Aisle
Wedding Day, Lake Tahoe, 2001
Walking my daughter down the aisle,
Oh how very painful that was for me.
For in all her resplendent bridal glory,
Only a lovely child I could see!
The sweet little girl jumping rope,
Or the days she played Mommy.
She was and still is, my angel child.
I got number and number with step we took.
I felt truly that my world was ending.
Then that moment, oh that moment.
That final kiss as a Mommy~~
And yes, I gave my angel child away!
Those days of Cheerios,cartoons and candy,
No more bubble baths or combing her hair.
In a split second, vanished,
Like rainbow bubbles lifted heavenward,
Into the warmth of the Lake Tahoe air.
Panagiota Romios
3/30/2019
*Reposted February 8. 2020
Poverty grot and grime
Have existed throughout time
A place where intellect and truth cannot shine
All of this is embodied on Isle 49
Segregated due to types and shapes
Men acting like thoughtless apes
Not even allowed to eat the smallest of grapes
All of this is embodied in Aisle 49
The occasional safety rail
Offers no protection from the emotional hail
And the sound when Turbo starts to wail
All of this is embodied in Aisle 49
The convergence of two great areas
Starting the creation of diseases like Malarias
Reminding me of great operatic arias
All of this is embodied in Aisle 49
Oh Iku why have you forsaken me
All I ever wanted was to make you see
That I had one ready.
Standing on the border-line
covered by an itchy rug
two worlds, two lives, one person,
in less than an hour, freedom is expired,
taking the next step, quite unclear and foggy,
responsibilities so welcoming and giving a big hug
Ecstasy clouded by uncertainties,
joy amidst fears of the future,
reality surfacing like threats from a thug
and giving alert as though faced with wild dogs.
But hell yeah!
The transition seems naturally plain
and no need for any form of disdain
Switching to a life of complete companionship,
getting comfort from a bosom so meek,
sharing breath with a heart always available,
all plaster the bricks of the mind
even when such gross anxiety knocks on its door
The bold step has been taken
let the aisle be decorated
for the groom is here!
We were happy;
were we not?
We were lucky;
have everything we got.
It was us;
you and me.
We were nothing,
but meant to be.
All was perfect,
yet tell me why?
Why am I walking down the aisle,
and the one at the end isn`t you?
At the side you stood,
smiling at me.
My tears were ruining the festive mood,
Is this how you ought to be?
Can`t you take me away?
Why, for my happiness, you pray?
When you know I will never be,
without you with me.
My heart is killing me inside,
I walk to the end,
he takes my side
we take our vows.
And this is where it ends,
I`ll be apart from you
I can`t imagine life
without you
But what I hate the most
is not that I belong to someone else,
but your heart,
you will give to another lady.
I walk out with him
faking a smile
thinking I`ll be alright
when I see you again
I rode the car
he clutched my hand
I see you through the mirror
with a girl by your side.
I felt I could die.
Behold the beguiled,
they're the ones who always
walk down the wrong aisle
It doesn't take much to catch their eye,
offer a free sample they might like to try
Hook 'em with the line
of an exclusive tour
Dangle a small prize as the shiny lure
You can always get 'em to buy
something they didn't come there for
And when they're waiting
in the checkout aisle,
make sure you flash
your most fetching smile
It's the deal clincher they simply can't ignore
Snag 'em and bag 'em
Then send 'em to your other store
My friend that I always come to when I'm in trouble,
I'll never leave your side till I become rubble,
You light me up everyday,
In any imaginable way,
I thank you for everything you've given me,
The times I talked to you with glee,
Today I'm gonna tell you something new,
Something that I only keep in my own point of view,
I love you ,
I really do,
You're everything to me,
But I know that we can never be,
This is unfair,
I've always thought of you with care,
Now that you know this it's tearing you apart,
I'm not joking and I'm telling you all of this with all my heart,
I'm never gonna leave you,
Only if I'm just a friend to you I'll accept that too,
Nothing's changing my path not even your denial,
I'll love you until I meet someone who I'll have to wait for at the end of the aisle.
I've been wondering
what's easier
Giving up?
Or giving in?
Because
I want to do a little of
both.
I need to weigh the cost
evaluate
Want to get my moneys worth
after all.
But wait,
it seems
Giving up
and giving in
are really the same
thing.
Looks like compromise
is on sale this week.
Too good a deal to
pass up
if you ask me.
In the best ride first
through the finish line
Fighting tides with a
patch on my right eye
Shooting taking cover
from bullet and bomb
clustered air
Floating spining and
bouncing with gravity as
my friend
Taking temperatures
checking heartdrums of
either plastic or stuffed
England Paris Mexico
Newyork I've been to
them all
New toy new
adventure one aisle show
off all
Aisle nine source of every
fantasy in my sleep
The one path to whatever
dream I want real
Free formed American letters
Aisled constitution
Assent
Report
Confer
Signature of alphabet.
Legislation
Derivative of signatures
Posthaste
Carriage
Distribution of wages
Post War Conference
Numerical Assignments concur
Exchange of freedom
Mandated registration for return
Postmaster
Post mastered
Door frame
Hearth
Circulation of the times
Of America
Objective as Coordinate
Holding on tightly-
open to the dreams,
pondering produces pain-
enduring engages entitlement.
Along the way- walls,
novels not yet written-
dying in the corner.
Calligraphy conserving life-
holding on dearly,
a frame for future fragrance-
neither scars nor wounds-
grandeur grants greatness,
especially once hope is found.
When shadows are undefined,
Few candles flicker and lights become dim.
For a moment I stay back,
step into one of the mysteries.
Somewhere I have left it,
An innocent smile, some fragile tears
and a crewel case.
Cold winds, a sunset,
an abysmal truth,
some songs that I crooned in loneliness.
Walking along the aisle,
quiet echoes touched me.
Through the crevice blasted in,
rays of a young sun.
My acme is yet to come,
the door has just opened,
to an uncertain eternity.
valentines shopper, there is a blue light special in Aisle Three
Gloria had no idea what this announcement could be.
but she raced to three to see toilet paper on sale for $1.95.
she tossed in two packages on top of her kitty cat Clive.
valentines shopper, there is a blue light special in Aisle Four
Gloria spun her cart and hurried to the aisle next door.
the special was dog food, which you could buy for a dollar off.
we don’t need it! We don't have a dog! Clive said with a scoff.
the next blue light special was in aisle twenty-three that day.
Clive was forbidding his mistress from heading that way.
they came home dissatisfied, with unusable stuff in their cart.
Clive said “Buying a bunch of junk we don’t need is your art.”
In a glamour looks she made her way through the aisle.
Making the feet to dazzle the soil for the joy that lays in her heart.
Like the Angel she appeared to meet the bridegroom,
Wearing a purified white of Mary.
Who is this like star appearing?
That all were made to recall his second coming.
Could this be true that nothing is laid in her purity?
Haven't lost the joy of motherhood to being a slay mama.
Nipples have been made slack in the joy of social vibes.
Yet her way was found in to make a blissful vow.
Can the creator be fooled?
Marriage honourable in all bed undefiled.
Can this be done in a recent time?
Yes it can, less we continue to dwell in deceit,
And our glory be made waste in hell,
That at last our body will not be made to walk through the aisle
While under the everlasting condemnation.