Best Groom Poems
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You turn and risk two smiling eyes my way as I walk in..
how pretty you look sitting upright in that little bed.
Quietly whisper, how well your bridal gown now would fit,
imagining our dream wedding dance in your fever'd head.
And do you still hear the sweet music of the love we made,
in a different room, full of flowers, where children bloomed?
Those memories savored now, where you, my heart's saviour laid,
the shadows drowned by your brilliant glow in musky perfume.
Tired nurses and CNA's steal a glance behind misty glasses,
at a star'y eyed groom longing to see his bride in prime.
Unafraid of death's grasp, I pulled away your tear-filled mask,
dared kiss two lips in precious life that hugged me one more time.
If loving you proved lethal, or a lingering disease,
then let it linger. I need no cure for what's shared within.
Warm hands and laughing eyes so cherished., I'm now loath to leave..
so please stay here with me, sharing in all that love was meant.
WHY MEN ARE CALLED GROOM AND WOMEN BRIDE
Hullabaloo and cacophony etched in your Union,
Soliloquies to break up with your said-protagonist of a spouse,
You forgot your beautiful euphony, word fusion
When the beginning of two you can't even denounce.
Six months will turn sixty years, hopefully,
Only if you refuse to pull off the plug.
Hope to reminisce your days in the solitary.
Scattered equations be fixed like a computer bug
Malfunctioning & calculating 2 plus 2 as three.
Why is the newly wedded Man called GROOM,
And the woman, full of mystery, called BRIDE?
Her chromosomes which is genetic info room
Is like a deep ocean even as you swim with the tide.
Wedding day was when you 'ere commissioned as GROOM
For the new task of a durational long learning passage.
Nobody calls her WIFE on wedding days but BRIDE,
Your Union overtime will birth it's own adage:
Man "grooms" his BRIDE to become the WIFE.
That's why Men are called "Bridegroom" when he's trending,
Grooming connotes patiently nurturing, teaching her to thrive,
Helping her become and carefully tending.
The altar is for two madly-in-love MATURED mates,
Patiently inclined to groom and to be groomed.
High expectations may automatically results to hate,
To become a WIFE she must be graciously groomed,
It doesn't mean one has the edge.
Before thinking separation, have you groomed her?
Give time for understanding, your universe will merge.
The HAND will need to be patient with the PUZZLE
Else a scattered piece, a show of tumbled King,
Broken Queen will surface, alongside dilapidated Castle.
She's to be your WIFE but still your BRIDE inspite the ring,
Just GROOM the BRIDE, don't painfully hustle
Cos your Union isn't a semantic struggle tussle
If only you follow Divine steps to avoid the hassle.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 7th May, 2020.
You are the spirit of my soul,
the rainbow that watches over me.
The daylight pales when compared to
the warmth of your beautiful smile
which fills my heart with your tenderness
and the joy that you bring to me.
With our union let this beginning
bring a new and brilliant light
that I will shine for you if dusk
should fall and guide our way as we
embark, as one, on this, our life’s
most grand and playful adventure.
I see in you my all, for the world
is but loneliness without you.
With my hand in yours let our love
bind us with joy, as we, together,
watch our future unfold before us,
loving each other more deeply each day.
09/07/2017
The Wind
The Rain
The Thunder
And The Lightning
All Come Togethere As One To Become A Wild Storms Bride-Groom
Note: Not finished!
The Sun and the Moon are twin flames.
One from the other is Never far away.
Always 11 seconds, 11 minutes, 11 hours,
11 days, and 11 months apart, nothing can stop
the chasing of each other's hearts.
The Sun loved the Moon so much, that
it lightened up its day and gave to its love,
12 hours to shine her beauty into the darkness
as the stars like her sparkled unto her likeness.
Though forever chasing and feeling like
they're never to be caught, just for a
moment's glimpse of each other,
daybreak slowly parts.
One cannot be complete without the other
together - though apart,
their love is still true and each day, a new start.
There is no loneliness or despair for within lyes,
Forever Love and Forever Care, Love Never dies.
Across the horizon in the 11 seconds left,
I love you will be spoken, and through an eyes glance,
they'll leave nothing unsaid.
Someday when the Sun and Moon collide,
The King and his Archer will forever be
side by side; nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
A match made in Heaven that has withstood the test of time,
through all the ages, a kiss longed for, that love would bind.
The Sun King, the Groom, the Moon Archer, his eternal, spiritual Bride.
The story of Twin Flame Lovers is so powerfully aligned.
A Bright flame so bold, that every 24 hours, the story is retold.
Like flowers love dew and earth needs the sun,
I want you and look up to you, Darling, for
you are my half, the much better one,
the man that I love, the man I adore.
My love for you - like the sea - is deep.
I ask you, my dear, that always you’ll be
the light of my world, and that you will keep
your love sparkling down like sunbeams on me!
How happy I am to soon be your wife.
Together as one, like tides may we flow
through the highs and lows of this precious life.
An ocean of devotion I will show!
Plunge with me, Darling, soon into the blue.
All I can give you I now pledge to you.
Oct. 1, 2017 with best wishes
to Shadow Hamilton's daughter and the groom on their wedding day.
Vows have been spoken, the promises made,
God has warned that no one may sever.
The future is rosy, the foundation laid.
You have your sweet dreams of forever and ever.
Mother must give up first rights to her son.
Father has turned over his daughter.
Everyone prays that he is the right one
And that she heeds all her mother has taught her.
Dear Bride and Groom, a bright future is yours,
If you always remember to put your mate first.
Whether the sun shines or whether it pours
You'll double the best and by half cut the worst.
Some strive for riches and some strive for fame,
You'll travel onward toward your goals together.
Your treasure's the one who is sharing your name,
The one who is faithful no matter the weather.
For Dr. Mehta's contest Honoring the Bride and Groom.
Down the dreamed aisle
comes the bliss of your sight
Cord of your life
sinew of your might.
Abaft the unending trek
comes the longed outset
A more colorful kismet
under the glorified sunset.
Wishful thinking
ceases the awakening
With thine caring
adoration is everlasting.
Mike and Victoria decided to get married
They lived together for seven years - too long they had dallied
They jetted off to Mexico to get wed
Lets have a party in the UK they said
We won’t make a wedding list we don’t like greed
We’ve been living together and have all the things we need
The best man thought this a little unwise
And a plan did form before his very eyes
Two weeks after the wedding the reception was held
When they saw all the guests their hearts just swelled
The gifts were piled up in the wedding hall
Boxes upon boxes they would have to open them all
The best man arose and told the odd joke
And how he thought Mike was such a wonderful bloke
'Please raise your glasses for a toaster to the bride and groom’
And everyone stood up around the room
The best man he made an unusual request
Could they open their presents in front of the guests
They opened the boxes and to their surprise
Twenty-seven toasters lay in front of their eyes
The bride and groom laughed at the best man’s little joke
They thanked all the guests who were wonderful folk
Twenty of the toasters were returned to the store
Seven went to charity to help those who are poor
Jan Allison
12th March 2014
~ Please read my notes about this poem ~
(Monkey Shines on Typewriter)
Monkey dreams, sex, more sex,
Banana nice too,
Once in a while!
Tastes better though
When cute butt peels for me
Too much rain,
Smell like stale carpet
Who will groom me now?
Something big comes,
Sure not stinky me!
Haul my ass up tree!
Dominant males
Chest thumping braggarts
Really stink I think!
Whoo Whoo Whooee!
Cute butt three trees over!
Maybe she wet too
No notice stinky me
Mistake me for brother
Until too late! Whooee!
Oh Wow! (thumping chest!)
Sweet, sweet, sweet, treat!
Was it good for you too cute butt?
Oh yes, right there!! Hmmmm!
You can groom me anytime!
Brian Johnston
November 1, 2014
Poet’s notes:
This poem started out as a joke on my current poetry contest that has the Challenge Title – ‘Words – The Heart of Imagination.’ I asked myself if monkeys have no words, but do have imagination like Bri Edwards claims to have in his poem (even without words), and I was translating these mental images in a monkey’s brain into English words as a kind of poem, what would it look like?
Bride You, Groom Me also brings to mind the famous line from the first Tarzan movie after Tarzan saves the beautiful blond Jane from certain death and takes her to his home in the trees swinging on vines with Jane over his shoulder..... He says 'Me Tarzan, you Jane!' Surely the greatest understatement of all time!
She was lovelier than any bride the church had ever blessed.
A beauty in love with a pure heart.
Her groom was handsome, standing tall and delighted.
The whole church lit up when they saw her walking down the aisle.
Heads swiveled watching him watch his bride.
It was a fantastic match; they had grown up together in the church.
There was no his side and her side, only their side.
The empaths heard harp music as they met at the altar.
Recognizing a heavenly union.
Most of us had never witnessed such a pairing before
or since.
Money spent on one big lavish wedding jubilee
may have been better saved for the divorce lawyer's fee!
Written November 22, 2015
Now used Feb. 13, 2022 for L. Milton Hankins'
Your Best Rhyming Couplet, #4 Poetry Contest
The Groom of the Stool
(Two meditations on an ancient post: see below)
I.
The Groom of the Stool needs some time
To commit his experience to rhyme.
This commodious peer
Detests diarrhoea
But thinks constipation sublime
II.
See where the philosophic King
Sits Rodinesque upon his “throne”.
The patient Groom stands wondering
And draws conclusions of his own.
As often at such times as these,
He thinks of Plato, Locke and Kant
And their epistemologies —
And of his own ingenious slant:
“His Majesty – though no-one’s fool,
A veritable Marc Aurel –
Rises still wiser from his stool.
From which it’s possible to tell
That wisdom comes not only a priori,
But also, sometimes, a posteriori.”
Note: These two tasteless pieces were prompted by a colleague’s discovery of the post of “Groom of the Stool”.
This was a highly-placed courtier in 16th Century England, whose prestigious task it was – I regret to say, gentle reader – to wipe the Royal Bottom, at least according to some sources:
* https://www.tudorsociety.com/groom-stool-sarah-bryson/;
* http://www.atlasobscura.com/articles/king-toilet-attendant-england?utm_source=facebook.com&utm_medium=atlas-page
We fell – as one would – to speculating about the philosophical and poetic potential of this post....
You my love are a handsome piece of art
God of wisdom who captured my heart
Glory of joy and laughter set you apart
In your presence they're like a blackout
Neither the moon nor the stars stand out
God of wisdom who captured my heart
Our love's forever let there be no doubt
My worship of you foretells a good start
Neither the moon nor the stars stand out
Life invites us as wedding bells call out
Promise of forever is what life is about
My worship of you foretells a good start
Walk hand in hand for a glorious start
Dance in harmony as music breaks out
Promise of forever is what life is about
Thoughts of future and family shout out
You my love are a handsome piece of art
Dance in harmony as music breaks out
Glory of joy and laughter set you apart
Placed 7th
September 10, 2017
The Bride to her Future Groom
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
I promise not to leave you.
I promise my love.
I know you, my darling, were sent from above.
I promise loyalty.
I promise support.
My arms will encircle you and be your fort.
I'll stand by your side with love and with pride.
I'll give you my hand.
I'll be your bride.
So give me your promise to love me too.
And be with me today
In your suit of blue.
Promise me a smile in your quiet way.
And give me a kiss
To seal the day.
Copyright: 2005
For The Bride to Her Future Groom Contest - 1st Place