Long Bridesmaid Poems
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Twas the night before my cousin's
wedding
He reluctantly gave in to the
bachelor party vetting
A burlesque, tawdry strip club was
the setting
Unbeknownst to him, the bridesmaid
was his appetite whetting
With gratuitous lap dance, began
the ribald feting
In drunken stupor, the enamored
groom his fealty forgetting
Released his inhibitions all of his
clingy garments shedding
Strode platform, in sync with
bridesmaids erotic moves duetting
In tantric rhapsody, she released
pheromones his testosterone
subletting
Enraptured with his riposte jaunts,
her matrimonial bond shredding
The enamored bridesmaid with lust
his bare essentials began petting
His betrothed parts to her
dominatrix will indebting
As the groom climaxed, his phallus
got entangled in her fish netting
Two truant souls now writhing;
spent body parts bloodletting
Dislodging their carnal chains, into
frothy night jetting
To hotel that lodged devoted bride;
their remaining passions bedding
Lurid, tawdry tryst not regretting;
but o'er bawdy exhibition sweating
Wedding contest
September 14, 2012
Drops on knee
Marry me
Select day
First of May
Choose right dress
Oh what stress!
Mother bakes
Wedding cakes
Guest’s arrive
At church drive
My bridesmaid
Is delayed
Bridal car
Wait with pa
Drive past church
Tummies lurch
Must take stock
Go round block
Let out cheer
Bridesmaid here
Blushing bride
Dad feels pride
Walk down aisle
Beaming smile
Get wed now
Repeat vow
Hymns to sing
Exchange ring
Wedded bliss
Sealed with kiss
Buffet time
Food’s sublime
Best man speaks …
Groom’s flushed cheeks!
Toasts the bride
At groom’s side
Our first dance
Such romance
Wedding night…
Pure delight!
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Gordon entered his apartment and gasped.
How could he have left the place in such a disarray?
He phoned Rosie the head of the handmaids.
Gordon was never rude but he complained.
Seemed the was a widespread fever infection.
However, Rosie promised to solve her problems.
Soon the bell rang and on the doorstep was the redhead!
“I am not the char, but Mother Rosie wanted me to help.”
Silently Gordon, cursing destiny, shrugged and led her in.
It did not take long to have the apartment in proper shape.
He offered her wages due to her, but she refused,
Instead, she asked him to take her for a small lunch.
“Give the wage to Mother, but from you, I need a favour.”
She told him that her name was Emily, and needed him.
Next Saturday was her sister’s wedding and she was alone.
She was the bridesmaid and had no one to partner her.
He was a perfect fit. Was this a curse or fate, wondered Gordon.
He could hardly refuse and exchanged mobile phone numbers.
The wedding reception was a great success. Emily’s designs
Were fabulous. The food was tasty. The guests were happy.
The bride and groom opened the dance and like a gentleman,
Gordon took Emily in his arms to dance and shuddered.
She had the same perfume Sophie used, a clean, fresh vibe,
A Chloé Eau de Parfum, neither cheap nor costly.
The soft singer sang: “The Last Waltz should last forever.”
We danced cheek to cheek, my heart fluttering in love.
And without hesitation, I blurted: Prepare your bride’s dress.
And kissed her full on her sweet, soft lips. Fate?
When fate summons, monarchs must obey, says an old proverb.
The bride of fortune
to be an uni- polar power is like being the bride
and resent the uppity of bridesmaids
she wanted her wedding to be remembered
no one could equal
and her democracy is the the bride that has
become domineering, not let in the bridesmaid
not even getting married if she thought her
rule was somewhat diminished
her attitude causes friction, they want to leave
to go find their own happiness
this include miss Russia who in the nineties was
a downtrodden maid, much patronized, made
fun of and dismissed.
Surprised when out of the shadows grew and
demanded an equal place on the in the beauty
contest, where woman in a cowboy hat ruled
but this domineering woman had grow aged
the woman in the cowboy hat, knew miss
Russia had to be subdued rapidly and set out
to ruin her reputation to preserve her hegemon
she said was a gift from god and the Christianity
based on the New Testament, the white god who
loves mis America and the people at the wedding
a subdued Miss Russia would be allowed to exit
as junior partner if she helped to catch
miss China whose beauty was fabulous not seen
for two thousand years
The woman in the cowboy hat could once more
be the belle of the ball
"Stay alive for my sake!"
I need you to try
and understand together,
why plates are crashing.
And hair is being pulled
out in clumps.
"Stay alive for my sake!"
From Mum and Dad
I have learned to fight.
I need to fight with you.
Because you are smaller
than our two big brothers.
"Stay alive for my sake!"
We are at boarding school now.
I love you, but my jealously
makes me want to hurt you.
so, when there are screams
on your first night....
I pretend that's normal.
"Stay alive for my sake!"
I realise at last
how much you love me.
And I want to love you back.
Also, I am getting married now,
and need a beautiful bridesmaid.
"Stay alive for my sake!"
We need each other
more than ever,
to see us through
this scary place
called marriage.
"Stay alive for my sake!"
I know what you
have lived through.
More than the children
you suffered so much for.
"Stay alive for my sake!"
I love you! I love you!!
I am your mother.
I am your sister.
I am your best friend.
I am your touchstone.
I see the light
that shines in you
while others are blind.
Peppie was feeling cool
Watching the sky blue
Realizing he was on top
Above good ole rival Klopp
When Chelsea arrived
To the beehive
With intention
For a conversation about the detention
That should be mentioned
Getting attention
In the Daily Mail
Telling the story how Chelsea was nailed
“Our new fourth member
Pulled something this first weekend in December
Put a whammy
Using the Western Hammy
Trapping me in third
Finding out nothing is insured,”
Laughing Peppie continued enjoying feeding on the honey
Thinking what happened ‘was ever so funny’
“You wore yellow
A Mellow
Merchandising seller,”
Peppie replied
Knowing Chelsea tried
“Well, you were in white
For your bee buzzing fight
That was a bore and never tight!”
In another place
Klopp was building his case
Returning from battle
Protecting his cattle
Wolves on the attack
Working like a pack
Nil Nil to the end
Following a goal scripted by an athletic pen
Klopp was able to defend
Success!!
In the test
Not feeling alone
Having a civil tone
Approaching the two
Noting no one wearing blue
Pondering something was starting to brew
“First and third
Haven’t you heard,”
Peppie spoke the word
“I did some checking
No longer first instead second”
Klopp said
Impersonating a bridesmaid wanting to wed
But due to debt
Had to wear red
Chelsea gave a look
Like after reading a good chapter in a book
“You are lucky to be in front of me
You should be in spot number three,”
She did shrug
Still needing a hug
“About this West Ham
Who created the one-point jam?”
They all started to wonder
About the lunchtime blunder
“Are these Hammers for real?
Or just Londoners asking deal or no deal?”
As the trio checked their list twice
Being border protective and nice
“Should we let them in?
To our elite circle of win?”
Chelsea started the rebuttal
Noting they had this entertaining bubble
Creating trouble
On the table
Winding around the English Premiere fable
Where only one takes it all
Declaring the champion playing futbol
Standing on the shoulder's of giant's
Where we over reliant
To place our faith in the footballing God's
When the final whistle drew deep intakes of breath
And the crowd stood silent
Our race was run
And the scoreline revealed we had sadly not overcome
For us the end had come
And joy was undone replaced by tear's
No more beer's to throw
Nothing left to cheer
It is as we feared
Another opportunity missed another clenched fist
Why does our failure so peresist
Why is the knife always stuck firmly in our back
Is this ever destined to be our lot in life
Never the wife always the bridesmaid
Back to work for me even though I took of Friday
Feels like 1 step forward 2 steps sideways
You never know but your gut always feels
And has learnt how to deal with bad luck
And boy does it suck having coming unstuck once again
And it comes as little consolation how close we came again
Say what you will we failed again
All is left is to take our medicine like men
And to drink ourselves into a stupor again
No 1 likes a sore loser
So raise a glass and may this toast come pass
That 1 day in the not to distant future
Our day will surely come
And football will finally come home
Roberta lived on this earth for so many years!
Was a great mother, wife, and grandmother, too.
A long and fulfilling life with joy, completion and no fears.
I was a bridesmaid, when she married my first cousin.
A match truly designed in heaven!
Their life filled with fun,music boating and events by the dozens!
God called Roberta home, this cold wintry day!
She was gravely ill and had to go.
Roberta! So very lucky to see your God, without delay..
Farewell and hugs, your life was one loving awesome show!
To my Cousin Dennis~compassionate husband and so sweet a soul!
12/15/2020
Condolences and Tribute
As her loving caregiver, Dennis, I know you are shedding tears.
We were all raised to know that we all will be in heaven.
For that we do know, that is the prized, golden, final goal!
~Peace and love, Cousin Dennis~
Love, Cousin P.
The opposite view
Unipolar power is like being the bride
and resent the uppity of bridesmaids
she wanted her wedding to be remembered
no one can equal
Her democracy is the bride that has
become domineering and not let in
the bridesmaid
Not even getting married if she thought her
the rule was somewhat diminished
Her attitude causes friction; others wanted
to leave to go find their own happiness
This includes Miss Russia who was
a downtrodden maid, much patronized, made
the fun of and dismissed.
Surprised, we were when out of the shadows
grew and demanded an equal place on the in
the beauty contest, where women in cowboy
hat ruled
but the domineering woman had to grow and
the woman in the cowboy hat
knew Miss Russia had to be subdued rapidly
and set out to ruin her reputation to preserve
her hegemon, she said, was a gift from God
the white deity who loves Miss America
The people at the wedding
a subdued, Miss Russia would be allowed
to exit as a junior partner if she helped to catch
miss China, whose beauty was fabulous
not seen for two thousand years
The woman in the cowboy hat could once more
be the belle of the ball
I am so popular in the grocery store
Ninety-nine cents
One ninety-nine
Two ninety-nine
Three ninety-nine
Four ninety-nine
Overused and underpaid if you ask me
Always a bridesmaid, never a bride
I do not quite make the grade
Can you imagine anyone saying
“How great the old lady lived to be ninety-nine?
They never say that!
They say “too bad she didn’t get to a hundred.”
A hundred sounds perfect.
Ninety-nine is a disappointment
I feel like a failure
Through no fault of my own
Not quite living up to my potential.
Who wants to invite ninety-nine to dance?
No one. They are all running to ask one hundred.