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Tom cat got a bunch of wedding cake smeared in his face
By six ex-wives who thought he was a grooming disgrace.
Always marrying someone else, a sleezy one this time too.
This was meowed by wife number six, I think her name was Boo.
Who invited them? Tom yelped out with a disdained screech.
He was interrupted by wife five’s not so very nice speech.
His sixty-five kittens surrounded their marrying dad.
You are not a good groom, one of them said. You are a cad.
The marriage had not been consummated yet, so this was the time.
For the newlywed bride to turn and run away from this slime.
Instead, she wiped the wedding cake off of his face.
And said “He is number seven for me, and not any disgrace.”
Look at me, boy how things have changed
Don’t know how life got so rearranged
Never saw it coming but it feels so good
One day my eyes, my heart, my soul opened up
Life’s been full of surprises since I was a young pup
Your love is what saved me, and it feels so good
Can’t plan it, or force it, love will come to you
Can’t tell you how often, can’t even tell you who
Life’s hard and sometimes things just get in the way
But if you’re open to it, love will come to you and stay
Sometimes we’re blessed to find what really matters
To our hearts content, nothing’s left in tatters
Didn’t think this way for a long time, why couldn’t I see?
Now look at me, now look at me
Having a drink in an old country bar
Sitting with strangers, listening to a guy play guitar
The bar tender looks twelve, pours another beer
Three old men talking loud force me to me hear
It’s been a hell of a week working in my torn dungarees
Has me thinking is this how it ought to be?
Then I smile, ‘cause it might not have turned out okay
If in 3rd grade, Mrs. Harrington hadn’t sat me in your way
You’re the best thing that ever happened to me
Just to see your smile makes it all as it should be
I wasn’t this way for a long time, why couldn’t I see?
Now look at me, now look at me
One old man sees the smile on my face and says
Your newlywed glow will soon be gone without a trace
Didn’t have the heart to tell him it’s been fifteen years
Since I fell in love with you forever, ‘cause it’s the heart that hears
As I drive up to our house that night
I remember the last time we sat and cried
Expecting our first child, we were so scared
Thinking back on that time, so special and shared
Sometimes we’re blessed to find what really matters
To our hearts content, nothing left in tatters
Been this way a long time, why couldn’t I see?
Now look at me
Look at me
(For my father)
It was ahead.
The tight path lead there,
tangled with arms and boughs,
leaves and veins.
He heard the dogs
yapping, swirling, exhorting-
The Brittany, he ran with as a child when his father hunted.
The Cocker Spaniel, with him on teenage nighttime missions.
The Setter, waiting for him to come back from Korea.
The Lab, his confidant as a newlywed.
At its edge he stood.
There was no sound now
just still air
and smooth black water.
The dogs were off,
again. Quiet.
Where shall I leave my shoes?
he thought.
I will leave them, here for you.
A far bark. Another.
A nothing.
***
I saw a bouquet of flowers.
Hung on a tattered door.
The old house where it hung,
was decaying, dwindling and worn.
If a house could whisper its story,
It would utter a lifetime of trials.
A young, newlywed couple,
shall face the unknowns of life.
The first chapter of their lives began.
The moment they step through the door,
In love, they'll walk hand in hand.
Placing faith and hope in God.
God blessed them with ten children.
Within these walls, laughter and life.
The house was filled with love
But with life, there were some heartaches.
Sickness struck the youngest child.
And God did call her home.
In tears, they clung to each other.
Placing faith and hope in God.
Years have passed, the children are grown.
They have children of their own.
Once, a newlywed couple,
now celebrating their 50th.
Now, in their late nineties,
Their love is very strong.
Sick and frail, they lay side by side,
Their memories began to fade.
They placed their faith and hope in God.
Holding hands in eternal love.
They walked across the threshold.
Of heaven's golden shore.
3/25-26/22
A BRIAN STRAND 1097 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand 3/27/22
~ 1st ~
~ When you see a wreath or flowers on a door,
it’s also a way to show the community that the
family is in mourning. This could encourage neighbors
and family to bring forms of support~
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HEY HEY HEY WHOO OH OH A OH
di grand entrance chance, chance, dance
mek lively, lovely choreographed entries, dance dance dance
entrée dance dance, dance bridal parties.
everyone juz celebrated be joyous be hardy
dis di first dance newlyweds share,
maja, romantic moment for di center
for in di room.
Afrobeats and highlife love
songs set a festive mood
for di dance floor- amour, amour
celebration
HEY HEY HEY WHOO OH OH A OH
The Grand Entrance chance, chance, dance
Make lively, lovely choreographed entries, dance dance dance
Entrée dance dance, dance bridal parties.
Everyone juz celebrated be joyous be hardy
This the First Dance Newlyweds share,
intimate, romantic moment in the center pair
in the room.
Afrobeats and highlife love
Songs set a festive mood
On the dance floor- amour, amour
9/3/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
In a field of clover and buttercup
A romantic picnic for two laid out
Eye on her watch as her heart swells with doubt
So worried he’ll work late and stand her up
Any time but not tonight would be forgivable
As she can barely contain herself should she explode
Hours of planning this escapade from their abode
The mounting anticipation is quite unbearable
And here he is, the darling, right on cue
Just in time for the rain to catch them by surprise
Who cares! When she gets to look into his eyes
And let him know how much she loves him
Getting drenched but nothing dilutes their joy
That newlywed feeling is overpowering
He reads her mind, she can’t hide a single thing
Life will change forever… the baby’s going to be a boy
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on October 24, 2018 for contest TELL ME A STORY sponsored by BRENDA CHIRI - RANKED 4TH
I realized; I was looking at the photo for one more time
Smiling bride and groom with such a promising chime!
Such pretty faces, so lovely, so warm and friendly
Holding hands, bonded minds in wedlock, loyally.
A smile so familiar and sincere, like a morning coffee blend
A newlywed couple asking wishes and good vibes to send.
I remembered, I heard the news of a dying relative of mine,
The old story of a soul, crossing all ties with a nearly flat line.
He got into a coma, and I heard he is in critical condition
So vast a world, yet I thought about this utter suffocation!
I confessed; I did not have a word with him for quite a long time!
May God ease all pain, please, my good God, death is not a crime!
Rags To Threadbare Tatters...
(a true “FAKE” story
how Mein Kampf - chill as hoary
frost – and totaling lacking glory.)
A woeful disgraceful
cautionary tale stitched
from the barest thread
harkens back half life
of yours truly
comprising a few decades
in the pluperfect past,
when this husband newlywed
living hand to mouth,
when thy wife and me
occupied mine boyhood abode
sharing one kid size bed,
though dwelling under
same roof as parents,
this "pariah" did dread,
cuz prior to getting married
most every day
found me loathing mandates,
yet never fled
duet hoo bing
cowardly, yours truly
blithely endured pa
rant till fulminations,
and litany of"hateful"
broadsides at my head
minor misfortune, sans scant
details barely one
measly paragraph
tenuously stretched,
thus (with all manner
of dogspeed, I fetched
kvetched against restricted
poetic licensed finesse)
to complete
at least one
page (OpenOffice)
word document spread
attempting to convey penury,
but nonetheless I
consider meself
if nothing else
blue tiff lee well red
irrelevant to stand in good stead,
and pertaining to
profession of thespian,
never found me professionally
acting out a scene
neither did I glean,
nor memorized
scripts, thy counter
with applying literary mien
super tramp ping cheap tricks
to convince skeptical readers
"Quod Erat Demonstrandum"
just show up on opening night
when mine break
out character lean
on words since being "green"
behind ears of corn lean
refulgent klieg lights
will shine a light
asthma pantomime
dramatics mean
business and take
thumb page from playbook
portray me as
superb drag queen
when "lights", "camera,"
and "action" called
debut appearance
with stellar broadcasts
in every magazine!
All but vanished but now revivified
The old stone mansion...
Where the last surviving member of the rich family died
New grown roses lie there abed
Pink for women, yellow for gents...
For children, orange and red
The family cemetery remains- in which all who have passed
Old and moss covered 'cept the old man "Luther's"
'Cause he died...the last
Refurbished with paint- the old mansion looks new
There's a stone plaque on the new lawn
A remembrance- for all the friends they once knew
A new family resides there now- known as the "Proctor's"
A newlywed couple...
Whose both parents were doctors
The wife is a painter, the husband is a hard-working roofer
Her name is "Rose"
His name is "Luther"
This or That, Vol 14 Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Edward Ibeh
10/25/2022
A snowy Christmas is what we all prayed for
Probably because it never happened before
We didn’t need it to have Christmas cheer
But it sure would be nice to see the white stuff this year
You can’t force it; that Christmas feeling just comes to you
Can’t tell you how, but even when it’s overdue..
Life’s trials sometimes get in the way
But if you’re open to it, that Christmas feeling will come to you and stay
…If you’re open, it will come to you and stay.
One Christmas a few years back, I was having a drink in an old country bar
Listening to a guy play Blue Christmas on guitar
An old bar tender poured me another beer, looked over and said
By the shape of your dungarees, it’s been one hell of a year.
Christmas had me thinking, Is this how it ought to be?
Usually it was a Spirit, most would say Holy, which helped me to see
Then I smiled, ‘cause a thought showed me, it might not have turned out okay
If in 3rd grade, Mrs. Harrington hadn’t sat me in your way
That Christmas feeling will come to you and stay …If you’re open, it will come to you and stay.
The bartender saw the new smile on my face
Said laughingly, That newlywed glow will soon leave without a trace
I didn’t have the heart to tell him, but this Christmas it’s been fifteen years
Since I fell in love with you forever, ‘cause it’s the heart that hears
As I drive up to our home, with it’s simple light show
A feeling came over me and it began to snow
I could hear the kids joyfully screaming inside
And I thanked God that he helped me hang on for the ride.
We all feel low at times; it’s just that way
But it you’re open to it, that Christmas feeling will come to you and stay
…If you’re open, it will come to you and stay.
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