Wedding bells rang this
Early evening:
We tossed seed
Into air hued
Lilac by shadow,
Laughing with joy though
Papa, he brooded,
And Mama’s red cheeks
Ran freshets of
Tears, brine for the
Years she pampered and
Loved, cared for her girl,
In hard times and good,
Knowing one day
Eros would call,
Tempting our sis, whose
Husband’s a fine guy who
Earned our acceptance and
Really deserved all our
Expressions of cheer and
Shouts of “Good Luck!”
Now, let’s move back to the bar,
Our newlyweds gone, let’s
Toast, again, baby sister,
One ravishing bride and
Married (believe it?)
On this fun, festive day, so
Raise high your charged glasses and
Roar with approval and let’s
Open more bubbly, abolish the clock, and
We’ll party like there’s no tomorrow.
November 8, 2016
Wild Acrostic Poetry Contest
(We Will Party Like There's No Tomorrow)
Julia Ward, Sponsor
I shall go to those places
Made holy by people,
People in common, divine from a place,
Back to community.
Back to commemorate
God in a face.
Then when I see
Why we worshipped together,
I shall go seeking assemblies of trees.
I shall go free then
Where freshets are murmuring
God in the leas.
On Emigrating To Iceland After Iraq
Consider first the Alabama heat.
Consider next the toad
still as a turd on this rural bridge
rupture slung across a stream
where offal floats,
where clumps are belching.
Note the toad, the reeks
that genie up beside it.
Then remember Iceland
and the freshets of its Spring.
Iceland had no toads,
no reeks to genie up beside them.
Donal Mahoney
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