you barf baster again
washbowl always amplify serious
burden but buttress can
gloriously grandstand crumpled expunging
never negotiate prolonged affliction
center choppy crabbedness extract
stillness for greenback stockholding
that ascribe brandish backsliding
gastrogavage plumping faintness and
your wedding will be
unalterable fluttering caring desirableness
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 24–30, 2026)
There once was a Groom of the Stool
Who used to use some kind of tool
To wipe the king's ass
With a degree of class
Sounds like a job for a pompous fool.
Now, who’s up for being King Donald’s Groom of the Stool?
Melodic music matches mood
Angels introduced me to you
Refreshing to meet such a soul
Romantic wholesome full of hope
I wonder what you think of me
Ever so shy you barely speak
Denim days filled with delight
To God I prayed you in my life
Onyx skin you’re like the moon
To befriend like flower I bloom
Heart like art beautiful with peace
Eyes bright humor smart unique
Mahogany lips that match your skin
Only my jest can make you grin
Oceans blue as deep as you
Nuptial truth found you my groom
To all the Misters
Who thought me a sister
Who found me a bore
In which to abhor.
Who tolerated me in "loving" pursuit of something "else"
Than "love 'til death do us part" as chimes
The whimsical of chapel wedding bells:
I do apologize for having stayed so long
I wish you well, though I dismissed you "gone"
Please do know...from the depth of my soul
I wouldn't have stayed so very long
But, if I did over-welcome my stay., I'll just have you know
I only did embedding the simple thought deep in my soul
That YOU were suitable for me to build MY dream,
Fulfill my goals and visions - yet unforeseen
First thing's first: A "safe" haven is what you miss
All for YOUR exchange altar-trade - a dollar for a kiss....
The observers quietly express disapproval, stating, “There is no appreciation! What a disappointment! What a squander!” They observe a lamentable representation of a man, specifically an island man. The pastor solemnly affirmed, “Amen.” Furthermore, my daughter sorrowfully remarked, “Oh no, there goes my father; dear Lord, not again.”
I perceived the presence of despair in the haunted expression of the individual. The fractures in the aging brick wall emit a mournful melody. He stands near the altar; another individual lost to folly. This is the same man who, merely six months prior, declared, “I do.”
This occasion resembles either a wedding or a funeral—a bleak evening. The middle-aged groom, a rather foolish figure, shows a decline in love as affection is obscured by deception.
The pristine white bride
gracefully glided down the
aisle toward her sharply
dressed, eagerly waiting
groom.
A sudden, violent gust of
freezing air violently
shattered the stained- glass
windows of the church.
The delicate white lace of
her bridal veil rapidly
decayed into a swarm of
black spiders.
Horrified wedding guests
shrieked as the pews
suddenly transformed into
rotting wooden coffins that
snapped shut.
The smiling groom unhinged
his jaw, swallowing the screaming
bride whole before the altar.
June bride
groom's side...
Blooming
beaming...
Sweet smile
smites guile...
Vow's mirth
pledge-worth...
They kiss
life's bliss...
He cares
she shares...
God* binds
their minds...
Two hearts...
whole parts...
One goal
home's soul...
"We do...
Let's go."
*Mark 10:9 What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder.
June 10, 2026
6th place, "1479" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 6/12/2026
Just to keep up with a new style, while the Sand man sticks to a plan to hence understand the sentence one tense to be rinsed as the Grinch defends his tent in a pinch despite its foul rotten odor of a stench mouthed one voter who was NOT that dense in past present and future tense hence the bench warrant quarantine latrine screaming beanie baby trading card retarded jarred smarties party past time hardly hardy bartering shotgun runtime bubble covered in Nick at night slime time grime crockery stole bike spike Lymes disease treaty spiked seizer sky high geyser lightning bolt jolt soda colt cold shouldered boulder scolded holding smoldering diamond ring rugged bug-eyed smuggler tug of war tare of a care bare share holder folder to be both bad and bolder like gold oil and drugs with extra hugs and butt plugs underneath the rugs for the fuzz buzzing love jugs whatever that was or wasn’t but not my cousin nuzzling the guzzled puzzling Charlie Sheen screaming ice cream machine that feeds a team and the b team both green beans and brings the fiends back to their gene’s roots and boot scooting things... Let us see what else life brings. The Time is NOW! POW!!!
She smiles as bride of gloom
Gothic style floats her balloon
Young and eccentric
Taste was accented
Black roses tattoo on the groom
Form: The Vesper Step
The teapot pours out the sky,
The beetles hum us a tune,
We watch the clouds float on by,
And dine upon the pale moon.
I take your hand, the porcelain is smooth,
With every step, there is an ache you soothe.
We waltz above the moss and vi'let beds,
No other thoughts are living in our heads.
But when you lean to kiss my blushing cheek,
I see the metal 'neath your shirt,
I hear your hinges squeak,
It starts to hurt—
Click.
Shipwrecked on the island of love
A castaway alone with sea gulls
Stood up at the alter by handsome groom
Whose heart did falter blame blood moon
Not only a pregnant pause she is late
Refusing to abort swelling more each day
Sad is a fruit she bites a bitter taste
Glad to look forward to a new babe
She never gave up she was destined
To marry a soldier despite her sin
Being a mom before she wed another
The next Prince Charming my grandfather
penguin waddling across the ice
tuxedo tom a cat who is not nice
little scoops of caramel ice
man dressed in tux and a cummerbund
penguin, cat, and groom on the run
they all have fun, they all have fun
The summer heat was turned up to blasting with a huge yellow sun looking down. Our sweat had sweat. If only there was a breeze to pass over us. In the mouth of desire sits July. A young couple is about to be wed. The groom all decked out in his black suit. The bride in her long wedding dress and veil. Family and friends gather to watch this union take place. They hang on every word as the vows are being said. Then the happy couple are pronounced husband and wife. In the mouth of desire a big kiss gets planted. Pictures are take, then off to the dinner.
Now we are married
July Fourth celebration
Anniversary
"Trust in dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity."
--Khalil Gibran
She returns here every May sixteenth,
the day she was to marry.
I saw her GHOSTLY visage there
at the GATES of the cemetery.
I went, as I've done everyday,
to lay flowers upon her GRAVE.
I, the GRIEF-STRICKEN groom
just striving to be brave.
Just as the sun set and darkness fell
I heard a ghastly GROANING.
I ran to where the sound had been
from a tomb I heard her moaning.
Just by the rusted, wrought iron gate
stood a GODFORSAKEN soul
in gown of white GOSSAMER and grave dirt.
My weak heart beat out of control.
Then suddenly a flash of light,
and she was as she had been.
I was in my good white suit...
they must have buried me in.
Together, hand in hand again
we finally got to marry!
Then we entered our eternity
through the gates of the cemetery.
The groom should assume while he’s there,
He ought not say aught au contraire.
Polish your shoes,
Smile at all news,
Till one and a one are a pair.
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