Long Bridal Poems
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Reborn here now without baggage,
there’s nothing to weigh me down.
I’m like an unsullied package
that shines like a white bridal gown.
I am smiling. Oh, can you see?
Reborn here now without baggage,
I can do anything. I’m free,
and I have every advantage.
With joy I know I can manage
the trials that soon I will face.
Reborn here now without baggage,
all life I’m prepared to embrace.
Perfection I know can’t last long.
With time, there always is damage.
Praise to God though will be my song -
reborn here now without baggage.
Oct. 11, 2021 for unseeking seeker's Dawn Poetry Contest
The bride ran from the unconsummated ceremony weeping.
The best man had handed her a note; the groom was not coming.
He couldn’t have told her before the guests arrived?
Before she put on her gown and veil?
Before her daddy walked her down the aisle?
A track star, she was faster than anyone else.
She ran until she could run no further.
Her faerie godmother followed her.
What can I do? What can I do?
Transmogrify me, the bride said.
Turn me into something else.
I can never face them again.
The faerie godmother waved her wand.
A gorgeous tree developed out of the bride’s essence.
The faerie godmother waited for further instructions
But a tree cannot talk.
Cerulean sky in the quiet jungle was shook up by the unexpected tremor of a white and red bimotor plane. Larry, a tall, olive skin, green eyes, was the handsome pilot of the plane called Lara. Mechanical problems obligated Larry to an emergency landing.
In the crystalline river was a lady called Lara. She was camping for two days in the inhospitable surroundings. A heart break made her to take a time out from her hectic work schedule as general surgeon. Footsteps were heard in the dry leaves. Lara looked behind her, to see the impressing presence of Larry. She thought she was going to faint.
Larry felt a skip in her heart when he saw Lara. She was very identical to his deceased beloved. Without uttering a word, they felt love at first sight. Larry asked to Lara her name. They introduced themselves. Lara was packing to return to her home. Larry told Lara about the plane incident. She offered Larry to take him to his home. By coincidences of life, they live in the same urbanization. Before stepping out of the car, Larry gave to Lara a business card with his phone number. He was the CEO of an important tobacco exporting company. One week later, Lara took her cell phone and called Larry.
He invited her to a dinner to an elegant restaurant of the city. While they were dining, Larry told to Lara that he wants to know more about her. After concluding the dinner, they agreed to continue communicating by phone, letting that time decide their romantic future. Two years passed, when Larry invited Lara to dinner waiting a surprise to Lara. An engagement ring was inside of the rose bouquet. Larry asked Lara if she would marry him. Lara accepted the proposal. Wedding planification started. Fue most expected day for Larry and Lara arrived.
Larry was wearing a black tuxedo. The ivory bridal gown of Lara was stunning. Cala flowers and pink roses were part of the church decoration. Lara walked the aisle when Larry was waiting for her. After the religious ceremony, they were declared husband and wife. They left the church in a white limousine to the reception in a five star hotel. Blissful days were part of their married life until death separate them, ending a romance that began in a jungle.
The End
(Dedication: For Dr Ram Mehta.)
Morning light
Spreads divine psalm --
Touch of zest
By this stone bench
Sleeping cat purrs --
Feline dreamscapes
That old man sits alone
Strange neighbour --
Thoughtful wanderings
Sadness in shock:
Food court bankrupt --
Ghost town feeling
Dress fitting session
Bridal gowns, smart suits --
A lovely affair
Just because
You said so --
Let it be then
Brief excursion
Nowhere near --
Beyond conflict
Open agenda
This showpiece --
Mood swing construct
Cheer wears a face
Serious as glee;
Smiles punctuate
For many hours
This wait upon --
Something new perhaps
Meal time in-between
Lunch and dinner --
Not quite the same
Gifts freely given
Notice brisk gratitude --
Thoughtful intent
Style a smile
Wait a while --
Cheer now piles
Explore fringes
Curiosity peeks --
Discovery sublime
Leon Enriquez
05 June 2014
Singapore
I relished my wedding cake.
Something I could never make.
I'm a useless cook but lucky for me
My mother in law is an expert you see.
Another son had opened a bakery shop.
She taught him all the knowledge he'd got.
From knee high he had learned at her side.
How to make any pastry rise high.
That cake was moist as moss after rain.
Fruit with raisins soaked in Guinness again.
After mixing with nuts and flour.
Then arranged into a tower.
The icing was a dream come true.
Iced baskets at each corner too.
Filled with flowers that looked divine.
I was so thrilled that cake was mine.
Such a happy day we had.
Thinking of it now makes me sad.
"Minutes in the mouth, years on the hips."
Pity he turned out to be such a d***.
One spoke, saying "we know what he's trying to do"
buying a ring, "that aint special mista". You act like
she loves you and all, we aint about that she'll say.
Who is he?" I bettcha that's what she'll say when
I mettle this, and find out the real reason, you
trying to marry-up on this Chix!"
Who are you? I asked, and he spoke to me saying
I am your everything! who is this Chix, you fronting on?
You know her I don't. I want to by my beautiful fiancé a ring
and your here in my world, scanning me like you know me.
Who are you man? Who are you?
"Eye am Yo every thang" She gonna laugh in your face
when you give her that, like she has the
capacity to love you, We don't do that.
Conduct your business. Mista Mastro conduct your business!
The wine gonna taste funny, and the pie gonna make you cringe,
stand back when she start's throwing things. Go on and conduct
your business. And if she say yes, ya'll be fussin' actin like
you aint cheap, you cheap, that's right you cheap!
He snapped his fingers and
headed out the door.
Who remembers
songs and stories once told
of a life lived brave, solitary embers,
loud or quiet, shy yet bold
and everybody laughs and everybody cries
and everybody hurts to live or die.
The names unimportant now, slip unnoticed into time
where passages of love are lost in emptiness,
bridal gowns stored now yellowed and faded like wine
promises never made, promises never kept
and no one sees, no one cares, no one dares,
all the dreams and hopes lost to memory unspared,
forgotten people another one among so many.
Like Alice through the looking glass
hiding down the rabbit hole
lost in the darkened silence and its sound passed
where Eleanor Rigby swept away her soul
the petals of the dream in imaged visions fade
of what could be but never was, never there
save the lonely people, those lonely people here.
A masquerade of faceless figured bodies on parade
shadows of the earth's twilight hours
living for the moment, erased and betrayed
denied their place in time and hold on power
Eleanor named only here, like Poe's lost, Lenore
never to be remembered, brief, forgotten, evermore.
for Jerry T. Curtis' contest
Eleanor Rigby
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O5eMM2yjg98
With all of our desires,
Why does our relationship seem?
So, in and out, in and out,
A wash basin kind of love,
Sam Smith title, Fire on fire
Will burn out like Lits candles
I am deprived from gazing deep into your eyes
my genuine smile, been caught up
In a confusion mode,
the light in my eye's dims
I am not accepting another I love you exchange,
I rather have the Thank you note.
Or sir please keep the change!
With the old Sunday kind of blessing ending of Amen!!!!
Because loving you is not true, fighting fire on fire
Let's us save those words and come up
With the original plans, you are not me
I am not you!!!
This wash basin kind of love
With overflowed, and the love
Will run deep into the drain
Heading straight to the river currents,
Fire on fire, no love should ever endure,
With all of our desires, are tainted with sin
I know of your motive,
I understand their motivation.
With all of my desires, I am so
Seizing this Burning fire!
When you unveiled on your wedding hour
let it be
Your true desire.( L)
The games we played
I was busy when you rang, I said, I will ring later.
When later came around I rang you, but you were busy too
had no time to talk.
You will sit by the phone waiting for me to ring,
but hurt by the tone of your voice I will not ring before tomorrow.
So, when I ring you will say something sarcastic
I will slam the phone down.
Sleepless and restless, something has to give
I finally ting you to say “I love you.”
Empty words, what I would have liked to say was this:
“ off, you silly woman.”
Pretence never lasts our love fizzled out.
So long ago. I can´t remember her face.
Once upon a wedding,
There are guests sitting
She trails her long veil,
Tears starts shedding
Everyone came to tell,
There is no backing
She knows she can't thrive,
With culture drive
She has two ways,
Only one can be destine
Living to born-again,
Or to just survive
The walls of her home,
Feels cage beside
And dreams of her life,
Dies at that sight
Now, she choose one way,
Obviously family decides
So she became the BRIDE,
In RED GOWN to hide
The blood of her dreams,
Fell drip drip. . .
And people there,
Cheers with drinks.