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On our way to New Orleans, a destination wedding awaits
My daughter and future son in law starting their new life together with fond memories soon to create
Feeling so much joy on your very special day
Your strong love for each other will surely bring you much happiness along the way
Beating hearts and souls now as one
Planning your life together is sure to be fun
The big day has finally arrived the heavens have granted us bright sunshine
As I walk my daughter down the aisle I feel such a great sense of pride
She looks so dazzling lit up with love so grand
Soon to join with the groom a big-hearted talented man
With the beautiful ceremony now complete
Time to celebrate let our hair down and go dancing in the street
As I lay in sleep's sweet caress,
she places a kiss on my lips.
And as her moist lips gently press;
I feel a movement in her hips.
With a playful tug, her bra slips;
as smiles instantly fill the room.
And as our sweat mingles and drips,
my sweet bride makes love to her groom.
Her soft, gentle hands massage me,
while I rise to the occasion.
And opening my eyes, I see
that my bride needs no persuasion.
Factoring in love's equation,
we weave wishes upon Hope's loom.
And on this joyous occasion,
my sweet bride makes love to her groom.
Dawn's light colors the morning sky,
as the songbirds begin to sing.
And passion morphs into a sigh,
for she makes me feel like a king.
Her eyes shine like her diamond ring,
and she smells like roses in bloom.
And while wrestling with sheets that cling,
my sweet bride makes love to her groom.
My hopes and dreams fledge, taking wing,
fueled by her sexy perfume.
And marking the first day of Spring,
my sweet bride makes love to her groom.
Every wedding’s different
From the music to the vows,
The venue to the food and drink
And toasts the pair allows.
The table decorations,
The bridal party’s clothes;
The readings at the ceremony
That the couple chose.
The gown, the veil, the flowers,
The photographer and dance;
The thousand details hardly
Reminiscent of romance.
Yet every wedding’s special
And unique to just those two,
Reflecting the decisions
Leading up to their “I do.”
And though you might compare them,
From that walking up the aisle,
All that matters is the way
The bride and groom begin to smile.
For the way they gaze so deeply
Into one another’s eyes
Is the same at every wedding,
Yet it’s always a surprise.
No one followed her as she ran away
fleeing from the altar on her wedding day
She’d been jilted by Jed her handsome groom
so locked herself away in an unused attic room
The bride’s father went after Jed with a gun
you should have seen the coward run!
The desperate search for Judy was in vain
She didn’t respond when they called her name
Folks assumed she didn’t want to hang around
Many years passed by and she was never found
The house was auctioned after her parent’s died
They were buried at the churchyard side by side
The new house owners were in for a terrible shock
When they ventured upstairs and unpicked the lock
They found Judy’s skeletal body in her dress of lace
Cobwebs hung like curtains from her once lovely face
Jed’s dust covered photo lay in her hand
Judy never got to wear her wedding band
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The Hedgehog wedding was the talk of Dry Gulch Creek.
There were moles, badgers, chipmunks and mice that squeak.
Cheering commenced when the bride bent kissed the groom.
Then the couple took a giant leap of faith over a broom.
The bride was a hustler, the groom was a cook so great.
The provided their guests with veggies and rib eye steak.
Heinz 59 said the bride, nothing too good for our guests.
Wedding party agreed the food they served was the best.
You have got yourself a great man, the cousins told the bride.
The groom’s cousins were giving the bridesmaids fancy eye slides.
By end of the reception, three more couples were engaged.
I guess being married to male cooks is now all the rage.
Feel fun fund flame
Niche nice new name
Bright blooms bear blame
Spread soft sounds sweet
Glimpse grouse groom greet
Forge fiery feat
Chance curvy curls
Ply placid pearls
Sync special swirl
Taste touching times
Rupture rich rhymes
Charm cheery chimes
Feel fleeting fame
Be beyond blame
Sense succinct same
Laugh leaping loose
Give giddy grooves
Naughty nerves noose
Charm chasing choice
Poke piquant poise
Notch nasty noise
Smile sorry style
Work wonders wile
Pick pretty pile
Same sounding sighs
Highs heaving highs
Night nibbles nigh
Long lost lovers
Mime makes movers
Shape shifts simpler
Tall totems tell
Drape distant dwell
Words whisper well
Fixtures frame fun
Pickle prompt pun
Ride river run
Leon Enriquez
06 June 2015
Singapore
Unlike the world the mind of Truth is not for sale
the spirit of its word is freely shared
and gathering together whose hearts have cared
within affections warmth our souls regale
For love does recognize those who are its own
and to embrace within its arms all caught
and forsakest each other willest not
open welcome by invitation to its home
So her gleaming brighness doth upon all shine
and all who look upon her know her fair
wisdom and justice for all does share
and fertile are her passages of time
and within the bride and groom do become one
where hearts enjoined the work of God do prove
that to free those enslaved to madness move
where the works of hatred can be undone
At the cities gates her voice appeals
that to turn aside to wisdom taught
submission to understanding in your thought
the sources of true knowledge she reveals
Our hearts are the plaintiff before the judge
where does show our contempt or praise to be
our actions display only what our heart can see
whether its instruction did we bid or grudge
For all do stand before the court of Life
within its time all thoughts and actions etched
framed within its moments lives are sketched
if one has weilded justice or the knife
For all have seen the truth of justice and her scales
with impartiality her weights are ever seen
actions of your heart determine kind or mean
those who listen to instruction she never fails
Those without a home she's given cover
fed and clothed has she whom those had none
bid those who wish to share in love to come
benevolence the garments that clothe each other
Within ones own heart is lodged our truth of ways
many have sought to hide its full intents
but the full exposure by time its seeds prevents
the thought and deeds recorded by time its days
Examine does ones heart the life of self
and if to the course of love one has been true
for sealed within is all that makes up you
opened will be the book that lays sealed upon its shelf
And we like sands that moving through the glass
what was our future has fashioned now our past
but what is us is in its scroll now firmly cast
and saved until he who unseals the graves of everlast
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They flowed from my feelings
a specail day
that specail way to show someone
you really love them
Our specail Day
The beganning from the conclusion
the redefining of the uniqueness of
two people coming together
finding words
calulating rehersting
doing all without raveling the two who
probaly couldn't care if they
are caausing or creating a specticail
they are not
they a righted to a situation
where they seek to be united together
in a ceromny defined by the facet they wish to be coupled
through
Specail moments
We picked this Day to speak each other as mine
Inside jokes and shared moments
commentment and joy
Heart Felt moment with people who care
who wish to share
they'll be there
fitted and suited
Dresses and dressed
stepping high
speaking sweet and tender
lovers of love
people who wish love for people
who love one another
prayers anwsered and promises to make
kisses to get and love to receive
when that stresses hue
the stones
might the staues commemrated the festive feelings of
those who are involved and partisipated in the gathering.
Toast to the Bride and groom
those that stand with them
pray for those who support
and pray those who opposse might
they stand in full respect
of there new condition
might they too find the same!
Some of us are built
For harsh conditions
Suffrage held
Within a wicked vision
Reprimanded as a man
How can your father reprimand this hand
Discipline disciples
in a cycle that would not turn in sand
Held in Carthage
A piece of a Martian
Some say I’m soon to be departing
Pieces of gold in a bronze room
Shining through chivalry and doom
Sterile silvery praising a ring for the groom
All prized possessions of doubt now loom
Pushing the broom
On a straw bed
Don’t u love this coon
You can be kind to the cruelest person
And at the end of the day
They’re still cruel and worsened
This worlds got to end
No sanctuary circles my morbid realms
I’m away from peace
And aware that it will never cease
Only time can stop me now
Wishes sealed over a candle in a darkened hall
Head down I just might die on this wall
In this race I’ll survive somehow
Only time can stop me now
I’m so scared
Where are your prayers
I was so scared
Why weren’t you there
I’m so scared
should I have been spared
The Cross and promised afterlife,
a whisper’s echo – Father’s call,
to hear The Way, The Truth, The Life.
From Eden lost within our strife,
forever’s shade both great and small,
The Cross and promised afterlife.
Horizons sharper than a knife,
Jerusalem’s divine new wall,
to see The Way, The Truth, The Life.
Those dead sins that used to run rife,
his blood has now removed it all,
The Cross and promised afterlife.
A groom and his appointed wife,
for every child first had to fall
to know The Way, The Truth, The Life.
The heartbeats like the drum and fife,
didactic letters sent by Paul,
The Cross and promised afterlife,
to live The Way, The Truth, The Life.
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Poem Written: 01.08.19 - 01.09.18
Form: Villanelle in Iambic Tetrameter
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