October brings best wedding time,
When couples heart unite sublime,
Its colorful hues of hills & trees,
Seems like a painting on a piece.
On bright sunny wedding epoch,
Dancing begins outside the church,
Music of drums serenades all,
Groom rides Mustang without a fall.
Wedding seems like fairy story,
Groom stands on the altar tensely,
The bride walks the isle like princess,
Flower girls sprinkle rose petals.
After wedding, its picture time,
Couple pose with romantic shine,
Everyone gets a snap with pair,
Memory to last forever.
Dusk sets in near reception hall,
Party to dance without a fall,
Food, wine, sparklers, enjoy it all,
dance till you drop & mingle with all.
I
Quote by Poet: Time may be relative, but not an earthly friend; appointments and promises must be respected in what remains of human civilization.
II
Father Joe DeMino brought a word
In time, without time -
The promises given by God
Are huge, beyond boggling the mind
No fairy story, or "happily ever after,"
Can match Jesus' promises
(Ephesians 2; John 14-17, Matthew 11)
III
John the baptizer was a great prophet
When beheaded by Herod
Jesus mourned. Yet said before he was dead:
"Of men born to women, there is none greater than John,"
- remember John's dad was a famous priest, too!
But Jesus promised us more:
"But he who is least in The Kingdom will do greater things than John."
What promises of gadgets & gold
Can compare with Jesus's promises?
For everyone,
it is a start line
to take the first step
towards their dreams;
But for very few individuals
with will and determination,
it is a long and rough path
to walk through;
For many people
it is not only difficult
but also impossible
to reach the finish line;
For a great of number of people
it is the cover of a fairy story
which is never opened
Read a folk tale to my grandson
In which kindness’ reward
Was, whenever the young maiden spoke,
Pearls from her mouth just poured.
Her evil sister’s punishment
Was toads instead of pearls,
The moral fairly obvious
For little boys and girls.
My grandson liked the story
And he understood the gist
But I realized there was something
That he likely might have missed.
For a pearl was unfamiliar,
Both in value and in looks
Though it sometimes does appear
In older fairy story books.
So I took my grandma’s necklace,
With its pearls, so white and cold,
And I held them to the camera
For my grandson to behold.
When bequeathing me her pearls
My grandma couldn’t have a clue
They’d connect to someone great great grand
And more than earn their due.
I endured burnt offerings at the table -
A meal ‘cooked’ by my mother in law
If I hadn’t been married her lovely son
I’d have walked straight out of the door!
I heaved at every charred mouthful
Smiled, and said the meal was ‘divine’
She told me she’d had cookery lessons
But her food was only fit to feed swine!
Is my poem just a fairy story
Or is it a clever allegory?
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Mini-World
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Meadows evergreen, streams which roar;
Singing sitting on trees, flying high birds.
Dense dark woods— old lions growl;
The wild pastures, leopards race.
I own a moon, sun, stars, and a sky,
And I can summer in winter, and spring after summer.
Tens of thousand, big busty, in rows,
My wives, milking buffaloes in long herds.
Winning women-singers,
And blind old musicians attend my court;
In winters’ long nights,
Sing the old fairy-story-songs, a young shepherd’s wooing his beloved.
I visit the folks living afar, in dusk;
They serve us tea, present the swords- dance.
O my Lord in the heavens! O Lord of the lords!
Allow me!
I own— that Mini-World!
As the castle walls loomed up to the side
They met for the first time eyes open wide
Lost on the journey, not knowing what they’d find
But unlike a fairy story, their love was not blind.
They risked all they had for an hour or two
Not knowing what would happen, neither one knew
They shared a drink, and words so easy on the tongue
Not realised those words would be love before long.
Their castle they love and will never forget
The love that they found, they will never regret
The knight on his steed the girl by his side
When he offered her love he didn't take her for a ride.
She took his love; she kept it close to her heart
He suffered with her when they had to part
But they both knew it was a temporary thing
When the time is right she may wear his ring.
He must approach her parents and ask
To climb the walls of the castle what a task
But the castle where they met its doorway he knew
It was via her heart and he just had to walk through.
© ~GG~ 1/02/2013
ALADDIN’S LAMP
Used to think it was just a fairy story,
Impossible dream - fun to imagine:
Rub certain parts and it talks,
A genie-image appears and sees me,
And will work for me,
Can transport me anyplace instantly,
And speak many languages.
Just rub the mousepad, upload skype,
Word process from the net:
Computer is the lamp of Aladdin.
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