Brides Poems

What Was I Thinking, O'Yes

My arrival landed where I began my flight and journey 
Sunny San Diego y e s, I was back and how I missed it
Oh-h-h-h, let me count the ways—rather days spent 
in a border town, oh what was I thinking?
Ah that’s what, it was your sugar kisses
Some artists dabble in the art of alchemy
that wasn’t

Betrayals

                                your hurt, my hurt
                   

For Brides We Barely Knew

green chiffon prom dresses for my identical twin and myself
Spent most of the summer of seventy, not on a hanger or shelf
First there was prom, but then we were in a wedding or two
Ending up being bridesmaids for brides we barely knew

This is what happens when everyone wants twins in their wedding
Those green chiffon dresses

but brides wear white

But brides wear white with a touch of blue.
That’s right for them, for sure, it’s true.
But as for me, I am going to wear red said Gladys Bright.
My bridesmaids will proceed me down the aisle, wearing white.

It is not done! Her mother said with a traditional sigh.
Who cares? Said daddy. She is marrying a really

Innocence Destroyed Children Are Not Brides

Often hidden or ignored, child brides and sex slaves are still a current global problem; as is child abuse in varying ways, including child labour. Heartbreaking and unacceptable. 

Girls Not Brides website:

See the interactive Atlas for the %'s per country, which can be as high as 76%.

Key facts
12 million girls marry before the age of

Brides Worldwide

That slow and spectacular gait of a bride
Brimming as she is with nuptial pride
With grace and beauty each regal stride
as invitees whisper, 'here comes the bride'.

She for her big day so perfectly embellished
Her love-match said to be divinely predestined.

On their big day even the plain-faced, homely ones
 turn into comely beauties
A magical day as it

All Future Brides Beware

swirling stars of snow amidst lightning spikes
                       electricity of stark midnight strikes

                     a

Mail Order Brides - Let the Buyer Beware

Ted hunted high and low when trying to find the perfect wife
She must be subservient and fit in with his mundane life

The Internet looked promising to find a mail order bride,
and soon a special lady could be standing by Ted’s side

The catalogue was full, brides came in all shapes and sizes,
such a variety of colours,

A Manual For Brides

Here, I wrote a bridal guide,
A rule book for future brides,
No matter if you're fair, fat and wide,
 Or not, here's some dependable asides,
First, keep degrees and jobs up to date, 
With some mates you can't relate,
You never know when the rats will turn,
To being a doormat, is what to spurn,
Keep some getaway money set

A Brides Chant

I set onward on the road my mother once trod
Leaving my bearers roof to meet a new kith and kin
Today I trail the path of my heart
To be as one with the one I love so dearly

Poised like my mother
With Her sweet beauty now prevailing in me
The beauty watered and refined
By heat and cold, in

Brides of June

the light us the night
some where all white
there ring
ping and sing
in the limo
the music is bloon tune
the BRIDES OF JUNE

Loves Beautiful Brides

Standing afore the store front window of lavender
Her beautiful mannequin, adorned in wedding attire..
Dreaming as an Angel then passes by; lovely her curves
Swaying inside my heart, such splendours; stirring, senses
While she smiles as says, good morning; both of us knowing
The beauty in making love unto another woman; purely divine.

Many Brides

Many Brides

The mind remembers many brides,
Of love an hurt an suicide,
Of how I went away and died,
In battle for the empire.

A hundred ladies took her place,
Not all were beautiful of face,
Loyalty counted at that place,
Axe murdered, then I died.

To hold the gaze of perfect Gwen,
Denied her hand, we’d meet again
Be caught an banished, but still

September Brides

SEPTEMBER BRIDES
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magenta boughs sheer as bridal lace
adorn mid summer-time trees
they flutter like acrylic confetti glazed,
and scattered on rapturous breeze

Botticelli petals drift like scarlet flakes down
to gather round pastoral feet,
their fragrance fills September’s gown
with brushstrokes so apricot sweet

bridal trees alight as beguiling mists
all clad in

The Brides Eyes ( End Line Word )

Years ago He put a spark in Her eyes,  the Sweetheart -----  LINDA- MARIE
She “LOVED” him then , as she “LOVES” him now the ---      POETESS
With Her pen and paper , She writes Poetic Artistry So ----    EXTRAORDINAIRE
The LOVE in Her eyes, transfers to the

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