One couple, of days long past
Got married on Halloween
Their wedding dance the monster mash
Was so funny it was a scream
She steps her heels on his shoes
Two left feet the bride has
He a werewolf howls confused
A happy groom wasn’t mad
She a witch so pessimistic
Decided to ditch her pumps
He howling has a fetish fit
he saw green toes with bumps
Love is brewing with these two
He bends his knee kisses toes
She’s wise as a delighted fool
When he rises kisses his nose
His groomsmen are very happy
Her bridesmaids cry with joy
She loves his fur being nappy
For straight hair makes her annoyed
Their wedding a big success
Was the biggest party indeed
They failed only to warn the guest
Of the risks of Halloween
Confetti kisses parade happy face
Joyful tears baptizing licorice lips
Not only was a beautiful day made
But heart is doing butterfly flips
Grooms and bridesmaids chant
Newly wed husband and wife dance
Marrying war
the true soldier is wed
Betrothal of blood
asleep in his bed
The men he would die for
as groomsmen rejoice
A vow ringed in glory
his weapon of choice
The years become marked
by each battle romanced
Anniversaries pledged
at the point of a lance
Divorce not an option
fidelity cries
His love bleeding freely
—with honor his bride
(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)
Best man, maid of honor,
Father of the bride.
Toss the bouquet and the garter,
Groomsmen on the side.
In-laws, photographers, caterers…
Don’t forget to tip the waiters.
DJ stage, reception hall,
Gold bands, first dance, pillar to post….
And now a toast:
Here’s to prideful selfishness and petty vanities.
Those rocks and shoals can wreck your ship.
Suspicions will harbor resentment
And threaten your future contentment.
Be careful as you navigate your way.
Here’s to unresolved childhood issues
And deep-seated jealousies.
They can sabotage your happiness
And lead to endless miseries.
Beware these hidden dangers every day.
Here’s to poor communication
And a lack of empathy.
Emotional projections
That highlight imperfections…
The disrespect that only leads to tears.
Here’s to blissfulness and diligence,
Tolerance and vigilance,
Wedding rings and lovers’ knots,
Champagne and caveats.
Cheers!
Moonlight
Embracing close climbing Rose
A silver suitor to propose
Marriage in the moonlight.
Rose now wears his sparkling ring
Gazing, enchanted, beautiful bling –
Diamonds of moonbeams.
Stars of night – groomsmen ascendants
Primrose, Jasmine – attendants
Bouquets of moonflowers.
Invitations, the first dance,
Cake of moonpies, per chance,
Auntie Luna’s moonshine?
Evening wedding seems the plan –
Garden nuptials close at hand –
Vows caressed by moonglow.
The stage was set, the guests now all arrived
A bright sun shone o'er garden paths and flow'rs
The groomsmen sparred and raced about outside
Some bridesmaids danced and laughed 'midst leafy bow'rs
Yet heard in distant realms, the rumble of Spring show'rs
Alas, cried she, dared Ze-us spoil this Day
Alack, moaned he, the gods will have their Way
“A Samurai sandwich please.”
The waitress looked perplexed but took the order anyway
because she did not want to ask.
“Perfect!” the customer said.
Three more times that month he came in for a
sandpiper sandwich, a taffeta sandwich, and a typhoon sandwich.
The waitress brought him the sandwich of the day all three times.
“Exactly what I wanted!” he said.
They began dating the next month, and swiftly fell in love.
“I knew I’d never find another man this easy to please,” she told her
bridesmaids. “So I decided to marry him.”
“I didn’t care what she brought me,” he told his groomsmen. “As long
as it was her that brought it.”
The trees are engaged this year,
fig to myrtle, myrtle to pine, pine
to palm, feeling each other up
in seasonal delirium. Each speaks
a different dialect, yet borders
are open, no passport is needed. Wind,
their license for intercourse, speeds
up the vows--Yes Dear, I Do,
I do, and anyhow we're rooted here
among hibiscus flower girls and
azalea groomsmen before April dazzle
gives way to spurious summer.
Cling, Cling, sing the wind chimes.
Mendelssohn it's not, but there's pep
enough to put spring in your step
The date was set and the church booked up
Invitations sent out, colors picked, and a hall for the sup.
The bridesmaids and groomsmen had all been chosen
For the date for us on the calendar was now frozen.
The Maid of Honor could only one person be
The Best Man knew this day would be crazy.
For all of the planning, the work, and the tension
Would culminate in this day of anticipation.
The minister counseled us and helped us to plan
But the burden was on us, for this day to span.
We wanted everyone to be as happy with us today
That's why we took so long to plan it this way.
The floweres trimmed the aisle along the carpet white
While all our family and friends dressed festively tonight.
The music started to play as the couples walked the aisle
I was reminded not to cry, instead to give a big smile.
It was my turn to walk the walk now
"Don't slip, don't trip, don't cause a row.
It's the day of the wedding and there is my peer
One question remains, "What am I doing here?"
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