Best Matchmaker Poems
It was a woodcut in our high school history text, Unit 4 Beginnings of the
Modern World, that so disturbed,
from the Nuremburg Chronicles depicting the burning of the Jews, flat
perspective,
faces of the victims among flames, in no particular agony, not especially
Jewish,
during the Black Death 1/3 of Europe died 1347-1351 alone. Although
you die together you die alone.
Earlier that week, I had attended our 6th grade's performance of Fiddler on
the Roof, thinking
Coltrane should have recorded Matchmaker as a bookend to My
Favorite Things
but as the play darkened
with the town's absorption into the diaspora, democracy
yet unthought of and rule of law a fig leaf for authority
Jasper, who played Zero Mostel, delivered his line well to the effect
you're just doing your jobs while wrecking our lives.
Anyway, nothing like that is happening here, is it?
The gardener planting tomatoes, the gravedigger finding skulls,
there is so much life a little death won't matter.
Jasper
was a beautiful ham,
big as Zero.
A friend posed
this question: must all states be melting pots like the United States?
I said yes
not because they should but since
it's inevitable. Let labor flow like capital!
America was the last word of the play and brought a tear of pride to my
eye.
Immigration, exasperating argument re the Other.
How many's more than enough? 9 billion, a rational,
real number that exceeds or
we're convinced
is within the carrying capacity of the planet.
Climate change is the new Black Death.
I like the Amerindian body type and face mixed in with the European,
African.
The irrepressible economy rolls out reams of logs, ores of elements, bags
of ice, fields of rice.
Embargo. The moon stares, bare, full of interstellar space.
Better a cold shoulder than a visit from our military.
The crazy Nazis must have felt themselves extraordinarily compassionate
toward the mother, earth, the goddess, history, or some such
abstraction and, thus, acted on a fraction of all they did not know.
Selfless soldiers just doing their jobs guarding the border or,
on the other hand, collecting fagots for the burning of the Jews.
Categories:
matchmaker, beauty, christian, dark, garden,
Form:
Free verse
Freshman geek. Computer nerd.
Shy, sweet, not my type.
So why did his presence follow me like
A homeless, hungry puppy?
Unforgettable, undeniable, irresistible.
Just friends, but my heart already knew.
And the Matchmaker smiled.
Electricity in his touch.
Butterflies in my stomach.
The blush of new love spilled over our every move like technicolor.
Heady, intoxicating, fated.
The ring was the first stroke of our eternal masterpiece.
And the Artist smiled.
Contentment in his arms.
Security in his hands.
Playing house is a never-ending dance that he leads and I follow.
High lifts, low dips, dizzy spins.
The music swells, and he empowers me with the strength of his love.
And the Maestro smiled.
And from the super nova that is us
Exploded a third frenetic energy.
An atom of me and a molecule of him becomes the best of both our worlds.
Chubby, adorable, life-changing.
I know that two have not become three, but one.
And the Chemist smiled.
Heart growing like the Grinch's
Yearning to be filled.
Not from our seed, but a seedling from another.
Braids, dark skin, untrusting eyes
Transplanting a flower who has been neglected, whose petals have begun to wilt and drop.
And the Gardener smiled.
Days of parasailing through life,
Others being dragged behind the boat.
But never a regret choosing our crew for the journey.
Poor, rich, blessed.
Riding the waves of life on a board built for four.
And the Kahuna smiles still.
Categories:
matchmaker, baby, children, family, god,
Form:
Free verse
It's a ripe hour under shield
And tranquil carefree splendid of the day
Quoting the splendour combination of beauty
It's the time on the lovers on board.
A butterfly pretty and pigeon beauty
Both are true and are mine
When duos redeemed, I was there
A babel of noise to must bubble
Won't I be backbitten as a backbencher?
I am an ally of the lovebirds
Background temptation must let go here
I am a friend and a best man to be
So, so and so thought should excuse my tract
And let me remain a matchmaker under zephyr.
Categories:
matchmaker, love, marriage,
Form:
Sonnet
dramatic verse
Instead of drinking coffee in the cafés of Berlin,
two years have passed; we find our Fraulein has moved once again -
Fraulein Wexler is now employed at London’s Coffee Sense.
While in Berlin she’d met a barista par excellence,
Toji, who proposed a job in the coffee industry.
Pardon the digression, while I tell you the back-story.
Toji’s dad sells coffee in the London vicinity;
he visited her often when she moved to Germany.
His stopovers, more frequent, once he met her new-found friend,
soon his proposal was marriage, her maiden state to end.
Yes, once he met Fraulein Wexler, the rest is history
London was the next big move; thanks to matchmaker Toji.
Instead of drinking coffee in the cafés of Berlin,
Our Fraulein Wexler is planning a wedding in London.
Next Tuesday, she will become Lady Wakefield of Soho,
a quiet affair in the gardens near Maison Bertaux.
Needless to say,Toji will be there for each wedding guest -
brewing a mix of Dad's own choosing – coffee at its best.
written 11 March 2016
Categories:
matchmaker, dad, daughter, london, wedding,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
There once was a young, freckled faced girl, who had the world
wrapped around her finger.
The world was glad to be touched by such a precious hand as hers.
Talent did flow from
these precious hands to the artist's canvas.
Dreams never ceased, and love did flow. The
sky was the limit, of what God and this young girl could achieve.
In a small farming town, there was a young man,
the fourth brown eyed, curly haired son of five boys from a
loving couple. He worshipped God,
and worked hard on his job and also at church for Jesus. He had
a simple prayer one day to find a christian wife to
be his help mate. God has a plan for your
life, even if we don't see it.
The freckled face girl, was not expecting
to find a life long mate in Butler, GA, the home of
her grandparents, because she too had
prayed for a christian man to share her life. The girl
had to mature and find her way in the world,
then God put a matchmaker into her life.
The Curly haired young man of twently nine,
thought that God had not heard his prayer, he
moved out of his parents home to make his
way in the world. His neighbor Mrs. Laurette
Stewart, thought he would make a fine husband
for the freckled face girl. A blind date was
set, it was love at first sight and God had
found a mate for the young couple that prayed.
Inspried by James Fraser's poem Farm Girl
Categories:
matchmaker, faith, lovegod, christian, home,
Form:
Narrative
How do you start to describe God's love?
a love that no human can ever produce
it has to be experienced to be known
no amount of good works will be of use
This love shows God as a heavenly father
who always does well for His own
their best interests are His prerogative
blessing upon blessing come from God alone
God has proved faithful and true
sticking close to me all life through
no matter falling so often in sin
He picks me up afresh forever anew
Being widowed in mid20s unconverted
that night of loss Christ came alongside
drew me to Himself full of Jesus
gifted with His righteousness forever to abide
God the great matchmaker truly at work
nearly nine years later met my new wife
Christine came my new love in God's providence
my chickenpox drew us as one for a new life
The Lord gave me a love for Him
desiring more of His word to constantly feed
helping me to learn and read pure rhyme
through God's spirit spreading His seed
The Lord every day leads me in His word
giving contentment, hope, strength and grace
such is the love of God truly divine
looking to the day I see His face
Categories:
matchmaker, god, love, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
page turning suspense filled the vaulted sepulchral air
ushering the veiled spouse to be
while afar off trumpets did blare
(arranged by the well known matchmaker Harriet Kuritsky)
creating the ambience analogous to a renaissance faire
yet contrasted in that this bachelor and other men related to me
segregated with females and males at a set distance away i.e. not physically
near
dictated by mandates of the Hebrew coda stemming from Moses biological tree
which separate quarters ample enough to spare
until the proper toll of the bell would peal accompanied by yippee!
after Rabbi Boyce officiated for Matthew Scott
and Abby Robin, the crowd exalted with cheers
of L’Chiam with chutzpah oompah’s sizzling and hot.
klezmer musicians played schmaltz
which accompanied the hoopla as couples did waltz.
all the while family, friends and relatives blessed the new groom and bride
although highly orthodox, the men removed respective skullcap
more commonly known as the yarmulke some plain others dyed
women and children broke out in traditional dance and song while other did
clap
exemplifying Yahweh to deliver mazal tov and shalom as spiritual guide
to the pronounced husband and wife who pledged their troth in a snap.
toward conclusion of this typical Jewish wedding, a full goblet of kosher red wine
got tossed in the air
this (in conjunction with crush of the emptied wine glass) communicated a sign
and marshaled the crowd to begin a local Jerusalem exodus symbolic and
clear.
as the newlyweds blissfully and radiantly strolled arm in arm
and exited the Synagogue, the euphoric and excited crowd
tossed handfuls of uncle Ben’s unconverted rice grown from a nearby organic
farm
a chauffeur waited to shuttle them to their honeymoon location
passersby waved and bowed e'en thy first grade school marm!
Categories:
matchmaker, happiness, inspirational, uplifting, men,
Form:
Elegy
HELLO HEAVEN, HOW ARE YOU ANGEL
Princess Diana is dead!
What, have you heard, is it true,
How can it be, such a dread.
Yes, it’s true, put on your TV,
And you will see!
She died in a crash in Paris,
In the early morn,
Now we must all mourn,
The 31st August 1997,
Diana the goddess of hunting,
Hunted and mowed down under a
Bridge in a battered up car,
Is now an angel in Heaven.
Diana died in her prime, she generated
Magic where ever she went,
Or was sent!
Her two adorable heartbroken boys,
Follow their mother’s coffin
On a walk of sorrow,
For them a troubled tomorrow!
An envelope on the coffin which simply
Said “mummy” from her son Harry
Had the world in tears,
Their worst fears,
Being how would these boys
Grow up without their mom,
She wouldn’t be there for
Their School leaving prom!
But look at them both,
Such charming elegant Princes,
With beautiful wives,
Kate and Meghan
These four young people’s matchmaker,
Was in Heaven!
The two girls would definitely
Have been Diana’s choice,
For her two boys!
Kate a whirlwind romance, with William,
Britain’s future King,
And Meghan, the beautiful American
Actress presented with Diana’s
Sapphire ring,
Which brought, hope to the world
As international flags furled
And uncurled!
These four have flourished and
Will shortly be eight,
The world seems to have joined hands,
And have become royalist fans,
As a monarchy rather stern
In the past,
Has now became a monarchy,
So in contrast to the past, and
Accepted by the vast!
As Diane looks down with
Electric blue eyes,
And everyday spies
The loves of her life,
Diana their guardian angel,
Their ever faithful,
Charles remains a loving father,
Grandfather, and mentor,
To both families
More and more!
Categories:
matchmaker, angel, heaven,
Form:
Rhyme
page turning suspense filled the vaulted sepulchral air
ushering the veiled spouse to be
while afar off trumpets did blare
(arranged by the well known matchmaker Harriet Kuritsky)
creating the ambience analogous to a renaissance faire
yet contrasted in that this bachelor and other men related to me
segregated with females and males at a set distance away i.e. not physically
near
dictated by mandates of the Hebrew coda stemming from Moses biological tree
which separate quarters ample enough to spare
until the proper toll of the bell would peal accompanied by yippee!
after Rabbi Boyce officiated for Matthew Scott
and Abby Robin, the crowd exalted with cheers
of L’Chiam with chutzpah oompah’s sizzling and hot.
klezmer musicians played schmaltz
which accompanied the hoopla as couples did waltz.
all the while family, friends and relatives blessed the new groom and bride
although highly orthodox, the men removed respective skullcap
more commonly known as the yarmulke some plain others dyed
women and children broke out in traditional dance and song while other did
clap
exemplifying Yahweh to deliver mazal tov and shalom as spiritual guide
to the pronounced husband and wife who pledged their troth in a snap.
toward conclusion of this typical Jewish wedding, a full goblet of kosher red wine
got tossed in the air
this (in conjunction with crush of the emptied wine glass) communicated a sign
and marshaled the crowd to begin a local Jerusalem exodus symbolic and
clear.
as the newlyweds blissfully and radiantly strolled arm in arm
and exited the Synagogue, the euphoric and excited crowd
tossed handfuls of uncle Ben’s unconverted rice grown from a nearby organic
farm
a chauffeur waited to shuttle them to their honeymoon location
passersby waved and bowed e'en thy first grade school marm!
Categories:
matchmaker, happiness, inspirational, uplifting, men,
Form:
Elegy
medieval monsters
mischievously meander
in the mind of the mad minstrel
like maggots in mazes
his mysterious muse
masterfully mining for misery
melting in molten memories
of macabre mirrors
ministering malicious mistakes
morbity mottled
with the maniacal matchmaker
who masquerades with malevolence
masticating the meat
milking the marrow
the minstrel's music
a maddening march
motioning to the murder
of mental mortar
mashing morals
his mouth moving
malignant music
marked by madness
Categories:
matchmaker, angst, confusion, music,
Form:
Alliteration
I got up in the morning
because my mom yelled,
as she usually does……
Everyone was busy with their own work
That my mother had assigned…
When I entered the kitchen,
Mom said to me, “Don’t laugh too much.
You should be more polite today”…
She laughed loudly with her friends
while I was passing the kitchen…
Then I entered the living room and
Dad said to me, “Don’t talk too much.
You should be more careful today”.
My Dad hated talkativeness…
I felt my head a mere mayhem,
so I sneaked into my room.
Then my sister said to me,
“Be ready; Don’t think too much”.
But she is the one that thinks too much...
After I wore my saree, my little sister came
and applied some makeup soon..
Then she said, “You look beautiful”.
She always admires my beauty…
Finally, my brother and sister- in law
entered my room and said,
“Matchmaker won’t come today…
But don’t worry. We’re here to help you.
My soul sobbed, asking me,
“Is this the last time?”
Nov. 21, 2020
Six Relatives Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Categories:
matchmaker, character, conflict, confusion, women,
Form:
Free verse
i am a singer
i am a citizen
i am a barber
i am a painter
i am a Samaritan
i am a matchmaker
i am a wise person
i am a daydreamer
i am a seamstress
i am a stargazer
i am a nurse
i am a write
i am a mother
i am a voter
i am me
Categories:
matchmaker, visionary,
Form:
Velvet heart romantics sensual bounce,
embolden relish despite an North Pole
shiver amid the snowfall prism awning.
Love-in-a-mist, synonym on damp Earth
ground clay akin to scented daybreak
usher sown wistfully underneath a
picturesque garden card sweet ritual.
Deep violet iris clusters bumper crop
of white and yellow matchmaker pollen.
Wondrous daffodil orange hue amply shades
it on charm-laden eye bright lustre omen.
Boundary wall purple clad aesthetic for
just we two human link chain jubilance.
Beyond this amorous enchantment other
panoramic backdrops herald visual gems.
Lesser redpoll cinnamon-brown twig perch
Black warblers stone grey plumage swoop,
forage and sequester round each broadleaf
tree golden orb seed wide arc lure,
fruit and berry composite on hedgerow
another hungry wild bird pristine cache.
Wether valentines bewitching red dawn eros,
that raw bone ice chill plummet or
iridescent wingspan proud horizon flyer,
February’s an opus-ridden flagship bookmark
Old Post date ; 7th February 2022
This contest post date ; 28th August 2022
Contest Name ; Free Verse - Old Or New
Sponsor ; Joseph May
Categories:
matchmaker, art, beautiful, beauty, bird,
Form:
Imagism
As marriages are made in heaven
God is our Matchmaker
Yet, they are worked out on earth!
Our families get their names from Him
As He is the stronger party
In this love triangle!
His covenant with us becomes
The overarching Covenant
That supersedes every
Other covenant in our lives!
He has promised to be the
Miracle Worker, the Way Maker
Who turns water into wine!
Something beautiful out of the ordinary
Where we become a sign and marvel
As families give thanks to God
Because of our life together!
Where God is the Head of our home
Where we become one and
A threefold cord is not easily broken!
Although our follies and fallacies
Can interfere, strain and stain!
Yet, God in His mercy stands ready
To renew and revive our covenant
With Him, our spouses, kith and kin!
Covenants are sealed forever with His Blood
And with His eternal plans and purposes
To bring happiness and gladness
On earth and in heaven!
Categories:
matchmaker, marriage,
Form:
Free verse
No better matchmaker than the ONE who Adam's and Eve's destinies has interwoven!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
01 February 2017
Categories:
matchmaker, love, marriage, men, women,
Form:
Monoku