Long Bridal Poems
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Underneath her heart is the Fathers breath
Under her mind feelings of loving bliss
And under her apparel those the clothes she adorns
Ravishing silks, perfumed and her tapered body
Scented and oiled for her husband
A view of nakedness amidst this cloaked skins of cloth
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He is arouse high off her innermost spirit
Parts of his eyes explore the beauty she hides
on the following morning they exchange hearts
Bathing in each other’s arms loving as such in the Bridal Chamber
Now legally wed they surcom to their bed
was natural ravishing bodily touchingly
2/3/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
They see strengths
Not the limitations
These are people who will make you proud of yourself
They will tell you why you’re special
Trust you to the point you have to answer their expectations
They make you better than you normally are
You can be proud of yourself
They respect you
For what you’ve done
Where you’ve come from
They see what you’ve experienced something real
Respect you for your courage
They live by their rules
They do not expect you to follow theirs
They are at peace to themselves
They are not proving anything to you
They are good listeners
Sincere in their interest in you
You feel important
They are available for honest
Genuine discussion
Makes you want to share yourself
It’s funny how I deny that I love you
But isn’t it true?
That I do love thee….
In my fantasy
And so, I cooked your dinner,
Made your bed,
And prepared your bath water
How funny!
That I should be in love with you
In a fantasy of course!
In reality I know too well
That we can never be.
In my world,
I know I am married to you-
A fake priest, a fake wedding gown,
Fairies for my bridal party
And yeah, a wedding that never is-
It’s funny how I like it in my world
It’s funnier how it can never be in reality
What is even funnier,
Is that I let the fantasy last thirty minutes
While in a van to work!
Form:
Imagination nude
liquored and lacquered lips
ember-breathing phoenix
..lighter fluid magic
when let loose near a flame..
combustible thigh-highs
when moonshine-high is nigh—
the moon she bathes in dreams
I have you both in hand
my tongue slick and sleek seeks
to taste the fruits of fields
intoxicated snake
oh! my lust a slither
a quiver serpentine
squeeze innocence with sins
revive the withered vine
anthurium’s shield leaf
your phallic sword unsheathed
exotic frolic fire
in heart-shaped bloom I burn
fire-water-pulse untamed
grabbed by the mane restrained
—unrestrained dreams unleashed
tequila genie free
sassy-frassy lassie
a parasol in pink
frilly and unfolded
beholder beholden
to climb aboard and fly
feminine flamingo
through shaken sky uncorked—
liquid-libido rains
as thirst and thunder reigns
just drop the reins and ride
bridal sweet bridle free
yah barefoot and bareback
yes! drain the bottle dry
free way ticket three way
trifecta perfecta
primal energies spoon
la belle ‘Bianca’ blanc—
wine-skinned mademoiselle
Standing at the edge of a lush cornfield
Snuggling close to a bubbling brook
one majestic oak tree stands
upright like a sentinel guarding
the crops swaying in the breeze
with sunbeams dancing upon them
under a brilliant blue sky.
As the day wears out
the dusk gracefully sneaks in
blushing like a shy bride
entering the bedecked bridal suite
wearing a wedding gown
embellished with the radiance
of a crimson sunset gilding
the landscape in a shimmering hue.
The birds of all sizes and colors
and dryads, ducks, squirrels and owls
converge upon
its welcoming foliage to roost;
This expansive canopy of leaves
like one mammoth quilt
affords these weary souls
a safe haven in the quiet of night.
~07/30/15
~Nature poem contest by Shadow Hamilton
I gather up all of my courage
My gaze drifts to the evening sky
All that space there between
Alien visitation must be a lie
The sun and moon still shine for us
Eventually they burn out and die
Everywhere a sea of murkiness
With little spots of distant light
No comfort in their glowing beacons
They lack warmth beyond their sight
All the wisdom in every book
Can’t make sense out of a starry night
We may someday sprint off this rock
Conquer every planet to the last
Our population my even explode
An empire that will be unsurpassed
The only thing worse than a prison too small
Is a prison that is too vast
Dedicated to the Messiah.....He knows why
Maid
My maid of honor,
my best friend, (smile)
help me in the moment,
help me in the hour,
help me make it down...
the great white tower steps.
My legs are wobbly,
my heart is throbbing.
It is deafening in my ears.
My fears are not as I expected,
they are greater than,
I have ever known... (in awe)
in my whole life. (a whisper)
"Why", you ask? (chocked words)
Because this is so important,
I need to get it right/write. (a tear unbidden)
The dress must be perfect, (a soft smile)
my hair, all finely brushed. (you there telling me it is okay)
The silk flowers, well scented (made by you... for this hour)
and the space full of perfume. (roses... carnations... simple flowers)
He will be waiting for me... (handsome, a cowboy)
at the altar. (of the Lord)
The guests are all seated,
in random chairs across the yard.
The arbor, placed in the center
for the man of God to speak his words.
A place for me to stand, a place for him to stand.
My claimed father... to give me away.
Then, he and me...
we will all, stand and say...
the promise of love and togetherness
on this Earth and unto the next.
A blessing for every thought
that we will be as one,
and together love God.
Sweet rose, my lady in waiting...
Kind friend, claimed sister in life,
thank you for your strength,
your endurance and your tenacity.
They give me the edge I need
to make it down the stair...
dancing all the way,
in faith that all tomorrows
will be even better than this today,
as the dance is just beginning
and the orchestra is still
just warming up. (softly fades...)
The witch awaits her chance to ride her broom
On Hallow’s Eve she does so love to zoom
Dressed in her black cape and stunning costume
Her cat on the back they fly o’er the moon.
Witch prepares her brew for folk to consume
Made from dead rats, bats and bones from a tomb
She adds mouse droppings from around the room
And mixes in chopped up death cap mushroom.
She bottles cat pee called ‘Bridal Perfume’
Some labelled ‘Aftershave fit for a Groom’
Loved by brides and grooms for their honeymoon
Till the honeymoon ends and hope is strewn.
So off she goes on the fright night of doom
Joining with ghosts, ghouls and goblins of gloom
People come sniffing out the cauldrons fume
But trot off soon to the nearest washroom.
Midnight approaches and witch strides her broom
Speedily flying raising sonic boom
Disturbing the birds who wrongly assume
It’s morning and they start to shake their plume.
The man in the moon cannot stand the vroom
He hides his face and earth turns dark illume
Then witch makes her descent through the volume
Therefore normality should resume soon.
Halloween 2021
Please My Love...haunt me down,
Tied Up In Your Bridal Gown...bring me your presence,
Walk This Earth...bring me pleasance,
Haunt Me Down...untie my mourning,
Lay Me Down With You...to the angels I'm imploring,
Haunt Me Down...before a new day,
Our Bed Covered In Crimson...where I shall forever lay,
Bring Me Your Hand...diamonds and gold embellished in red,
Kiss My Lips...on this the day, we were to be wed,
Haunt Me Down My Love...please, just haunt me down,
I Forgive You...now I ask the same of thee,
The weapon to my lips...my liquor is agreeing with me,
I Will Not Walk Alone...I'll drink in all of you,
Farewell As We Taste Our Poison...lovers very last adieu!
~Vickie Thayer~
I lie forlorn beneath freshly fallen snow;
once a bridal veil, now a shroud.
I will not feel the first spring rain.
I will not feel the sweetness rush through me.
Disconnected from the flow, prostrate;
a fallen form freezing to a forgiving ground.
Beside me, remnants of my former glory lean.
Boughs plucked, pieces bent into the endless circle
marked with a blood red bow.
I lie dreaming now with the fallen leaves,
a glorious memory of sunshine, songbirds, soft rain,
and strong winds, swaying in the crisp fall air.
As the last, remnants of memory bloom,
a multitude of bright prismatic light
and the sound of tinkling glass rises
to bring me homeward,
crowned with the evening star
my fallen spirit rises.