Long Honeymoon Poems
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page turning suspense filled the vaulted sepulchral air
ushering the veiled spouse to be
while afar off trumpets did blare
(arranged by the well known matchmaker Harriet Kuritsky)
creating the ambience analogous to a renaissance faire
yet contrasted in that this bachelor and other men related to me
segregated with females and males at a set distance away i.e. not physically
near
dictated by mandates of the Hebrew coda stemming from Moses biological tree
which separate quarters ample enough to spare
until the proper toll of the bell would peal accompanied by yippee!
after Rabbi Boyce officiated for Matthew Scott
and Abby Robin, the crowd exalted with cheers
of L’Chiam with chutzpah oompah’s sizzling and hot.
klezmer musicians played schmaltz
which accompanied the hoopla as couples did waltz.
all the while family, friends and relatives blessed the new groom and bride
although highly orthodox, the men removed respective skullcap
more commonly known as the yarmulke some plain others dyed
women and children broke out in traditional dance and song while other did
clap
exemplifying Yahweh to deliver mazal tov and shalom as spiritual guide
to the pronounced husband and wife who pledged their troth in a snap.
toward conclusion of this typical Jewish wedding, a full goblet of kosher red wine
got tossed in the air
this (in conjunction with crush of the emptied wine glass) communicated a sign
and marshaled the crowd to begin a local Jerusalem exodus symbolic and
clear.
as the newlyweds blissfully and radiantly strolled arm in arm
and exited the Synagogue, the euphoric and excited crowd
tossed handfuls of uncle Ben’s unconverted rice grown from a nearby organic
farm
a chauffeur waited to shuttle them to their honeymoon location
passersby waved and bowed e'en thy first grade school marm!
We went to romantic Scotland for our honeymoon on Hogmanay
Had no idea it was a rather special brunette-only-welcome kind of day
My husband tried to go into the lobby of the bed and breakfast twice.
He is Dane, and blonde, so they barred the door not twice, but thrice.
What is going on? I asked him, when he came back to bed, all mad.
No idea, he said, but they would not let me in. He acted kind of sad.
They kept yelling Hogmanay, and I have no idea what that means.
I ran down to find out, I was met with shrieks, whistles and screams.
Retrieved guidebook and looked up Hogmanay to see what I could see.
Superstition says day after December 31st your next visitor should be
A male with brunette hair, if you want to have any kind of luck.
We had chosen Scotland during Hogmanay. I had to say “Oh, Fruck!”
Dedicated to my wife Lilian
I’ll never forget the day I first kissed you,
Oh, how you blushed that first tender day,
How I whispered softly all I felt for you
And promised heaven would start on earth.
Look back my sweetheart and tell me true
If indeed my promises I have faithfully kept,
Don’t linger too long to answer, my cherished one,
I know I could never have disappointed you yet.
Did we not enjoy our honeymoon so full of enchantment?
Where music mesmerized us with melodious Mexican strains?
Served with food of finest, inimitable delicacies, satiated
Our appetite till we danced until the early hours of the day?
Then life’s humdrum came upon us, but we always laughed.
We went for walks and like newlyweds, we kissed and smiled.
Until as years rolled on, I got promoted and we could afford
A bigger house to fill with our dear little charming daughter.
And come what may, for I know life is short,
I will always maintain my vows and promises
I uttered with great sincerity on that lovely day
When we held hands and exchanged rings
And uttered that for us it was for better or for worse.
Still, if we had our lovely lives anew to start
You’ll always be right here in my heart.
Exactly 19 years to the day, November 17th 2000, I wrote this poem for my Future Husband, Elias Proxenos.
We were sweethearts from our early twenties, but fate wasn’t ready for us yet.
We parted, each one of us got married and divorced and each had a wonderful son.
Elias proposed and we were married on the 10th December of the same year. Soul mates are
Always meant to be, which is what we are!
TO MY FUTURE HUSBAND
I love you more each new born day,
I love you more than words can say,
I love you more than clouds so high,
I love you when the morn draws nigh,
I love it when you hold my hand,
And feel you close to where I stand,
I love your kind considerate ways,
You’re like the sun’s most gentle rays,
I love the times when we’re alone,
And cuddle up when we’re at home,
I love it when you hold me tight,
With all your strength, love and might,
I love you whether near or far,
I love you phoning from your car,
I love to listen, hear your voice,
At any time of your own choice,
I love you Winter, Summer, Autumn, Fall
I’ll always be there for your call,
I love the magic of your caring,
And look forward to a world of sharing,
To you I pledge my darling heart,
That this is only just the start,
And so to you I bare my soul,
And long to fill my future role,
Of partner, mistress, friend and wife,
For all, of my remaining life.
And we are still on honeymoon!
Deborah’s parents believed people should life their lives at a kind and gentle pace
so when they’re gone just the thought of them would bring a smile to our face.
I’d like to tell you about this couple…who made a kind and loving team…
how, 40 years into their marriage, they shared a similar dream.
It all began a while ago…back in 1982.
when they decided to build a cabin in N. C….a cabin with a view.
A cabin they could visit every summer…a place for family and friends to meet…
high up in the mountains…far from the Florida heat.
They built their cabin in the mountains…tucked in among the trees…
where sitting on the porch we’re visited by birds and butterflies and bees.
Where we can watch the sunrise in the morning…the slow advance of light…
then watch the moon illuminate the sky…and count the stars at night.
In the 40 years since they built their dream cabin…they were blessed to see…
sitting together on their porch a myriad of friends and family.
Their cabin has seen wonders the two of them wouldn’t have dared to believe…
It’s seen their families grow, couples on their honeymoon…
and at least 1 baby (that we know of) there conceived.
Deborah’s parents are no longer around…their laughter no longer fills the air…
but such is the nature of love….their presence is everywhere.
As we sit upon their porch…trying to follow their kind and gentle pace…
every thought we have of them…brings a smile to our face.
Today as we sit among the trees…from the moment we arrive…
We hope Deborah’s parents rest in peace knowing
we are doing everything we can…
to keep their dream alive.
the man- love hath no bounds and is unchanging surety
the woman- security
the connection- they met in a bar as he drank a beer his heart she stole
the intent- exercise control over male role
the commitment- a marriage to last a life time
ill-considered - honeymoon over, every day arguments climb
the fight- abuse paying a price
the child- please mommy be nice
broken heart – would hast lasted would not surmount
revenge – broken windows, frames, empty bank account
the outcome- restraining decrees and divorce Independence Days
the man and the woman- the relieve-went their separate ways
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If only I could make my way to Paris
To search the boulevards and rainy rues
I'd look to find my lonely heart an heiress
An Irish lass vacationing her muse
We'd find a quiet cafe' on the Seine
Where we could sit and share a laugh or two
By candlelight we'd toast with French champagne
Pretend that we were on our honeymoon
But how could I convince her I'm the one
To make all of her fantasies come true
She knows there's more to life than having fun
In Paris hearts get easily confused
I'd get down on one knee under the stars
Give her the paper ring off my cigar
an original poem by Daniel Turner
I want a tree like my grandmother had, Lizabeth said.
She planned and schemed and wrote it down from her head.
It was the fifties when trees were aqua, silver and pink.
People thought they were modern, boy, what a think!
Jennifer searched forever for the exact shade of pink.
She showed it to grandma and said, “What do you think?”
Grandma was delighted, it was like the one she had as a new bride.
I cannot tell you how excited I am with this tree by my side.
It reminds me of my honeymoon, for we married in November.
It reminds me of marvelous Christmas memories in December.
It reminds me of Grandpa, I am sure he can see it where he is.
I am honored by this gesture, she said to her granddaughter Liz.
Cooking comes very naturally to me
Why I can boil water and even pour tea
Ask me to toss salad and, whoosh--one, two, three
Your basic veggies, topped with beer nuts and provolone cheeze*
Now heating up a hotdog is right up my alley
or two-day-old leftovers; I don't dilly-dally
Sometimes, I confess, I might burn the toast
but I've never ever forgotten to unfreeze the roast**
I know you're in awe of what I've told you so far
Sweet Baby James Taylor's immortalized it on guitar***
So I'll leave you with this incredible, amazing feat:
On our honeymoon, I prepared the very first meal in our Motel 6 suite
~Canned tuna, swimming in mayonnaise, on white bread -- What a treat!
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Chef's tips:
*The aged kind, that really smells
**Well, ok, I did forget this one time...golly, gee
***Not really. Ha, ha: Just pulling your leg
July 22, 2019
Cornucopia Cooking Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Somewhere out west
Stars stated they were the best
Back in the sunshine land
Retribution wrestled with a theatrical plan
Disrupting a championship watched by virtual fans
Before this was going on
Celebrities were two down
Staying calm
Despite this lurking evil bomb
Getting a pair down the stretch
Overtime period slated a nice catch
Stars snuck one in
Sending the Knights home meeting with next of kin
Mrs. Knight who was not a fan
Thought the whole thing was an icy scam
On the mountain top
Her husband heroics ready to stop
Wanting him home
From those obsessed using cell phones
Hearing the call for a simple life
Spent hugging his lovely wife
No kissing any cup
Maybe raise a dog starting as a pup
Cut the hair
Golden locks no longer an affair
Memories worth a share
Especially when joined by friends and family who care
Honeymoon has drawn to a close
Next chapter maybe will have new foes
Written in poetic pose
What it is about? Who knows?
Right now, it is love that shows
Happily ever after I suppose