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A tale of a lady in waiting.....
Emily did speed dating,
For her swain she is waiting,
Emily, anticipating,
Hopes fantasising,
Are her nuptials nearing?
Is today that diamond appearing?
Shall she have a solitaire ring?
Preceding her white wedding?
Now her swain is appearing,
He has a burning question,
She waits for his suggestion,
She's the lady in waiting,
Is her swain proposing?
"Emily, Emily, Emily,"
He sighs heavily,
"Here is my question burning,
I ask my soul's deep yearning."
Emily waits for a diamond ring,
"Emily, Emily, Emily,"
Swain whispers breathily,
The lady is waiting.....
"Can you marinate chicken wings?"
He yells angrily,
"That's rude, that's crude!
That's the last time I see you!"
Now her own wings she is marinading,
Does she resume speed dating?
Does Emily ever stop dreaming?
Solitaire ring anticipating,
The lady is waiting....
The lady is waiting....
And waiting, and waiting, and waiting.......
quatrains
My mom and dad loved one another
They said their “ I do’s” in ’37
then birthed two girls with their big brother
by their tenth Christmas in ’47.
Jovial times for the five of us
Three well-mannered kids, gifts from heaven
We had our holly Jolly Christmas
before Burl Ives in ’57.
Ten more years added two grandkids quick
when brother wed his sweetheart and friend.
Kids wait once more for Jolly St. Nick
Toys ‘neath the tree in ’67.
When next the decade finds me checking
I’m a wife, mother and aunt again.
This season three extras come decking
the Jolly halls in ’77.
We add a son. My oldest niece weds.
Her brother weds too, a Korean.
Fourth generation – two “great” girl kids
make Christmas rock in ’87.
Death takes its toll, both parents succumb.
Divorce claims two, four go to heaven.
New mates are found and babies still come
Four 'Jollys' had left us by 97.
No more gatherings of Jolly’s in sync
Nuptials and newborns increase our kin.
Breakups/adoptions buckle the links
that knot our gang, Christmas ’07
Moving ahead - ten more years outlined
Lots of fresh faces, some never seen
Thank God, for Facebook, pictures I find
Young Jolly green giants in ‘17.
Six more years pass changing the Jolly Tree
We see adoptions, babies, new mate, death.
Count: forty-six folks in year ’23.
In six generations, only two 'Jollys' left.
*My maiden name is Jolly which adds a lot of fun and joking especially at Christmas time.
early dawn cracks the wispy air
open , wandering around viscous spaces
like fairy shadows caressing the edge
of sleep… and the days stretch longer,
taller than maple trees delicately rustling
the garnet of late Indian summer when
birds, orbits and urchins listen to
a single searching sun… when all else
is sprawled quiet, there comes this
certain fired imagination straying on
mouths of gentleness far beyond
nuptials of effervescent realms…
someone said morning becomes Electra,
that learning how to hear a pear or
grain unravel the very skin from
which it was born is allowing time to
unfurl its leaves far beyond unknowing a
heart’s need to be: the juice spills streams
waking new faces of time, bending the width
of life's rhyme through endless mystery...
a thousand times before and after, daybreak
and night twine... that in tints of all hues,
passing through fables of any season
is poetry's way of coming back to itself.
Justin Bordner's How Poetry Began Contest
by nette onclaud
You were gazing at me as I looked in your direction
You, caught in daydream's reflection
Both of us wondering if we've made a connection
As you stand with your friends by your locker
As both of us are caught up in this moment
Both wondering if the other one knows it
Both wondering if the other will show it
Having our love listed on the docket
You writing our names on your notebook
In a heart our names, in your mind nuptials took
Me stealing your heart like some kind of crook
As you lean back on your book nook
I saunter over, parting your friends
I fumble for words, my heart beats intense
I manage to muster these words in defense
"You've captivated my heart with just a look!"
Ahem!
So my girlfriend is getting married,
And this time round,charm did not fall on my side,
She found a new fresh rib after accusing mine of costochondritis,
She now has a Bentley owner thanks to her insatiable appetite for heavy guzzlers.
Maybe I should tell you about her,
She is the girl that brought sunshine to me,
She is the one that enlightened my gloomy moments,
She taught me not to wait for light at the end of the tunnel but instead bring it to the tunnel,
She hyped me to greatness and left when the harvest was due.
Now that she is getting married,all the best is my wish.
To the beholder,
Take care of my lady,I loved her before you,
I left no mark on her,I raised no hand against her,
The mark on her chest is a birth mark,
She also has one on her back too.
My lady is a jovial soul,please make her always the same.
As you walk twa! twa! twa! down the isle,
I wish you fortune and the best of luck,
Let love arise in you as Maya Angelou,
And may life offer you happiness on your nuptials.
To my lady,I still love her.,mess her not and if you do,my cousin is a marital lawyer with divorce speciality..
Ciao mi amor,je t'aime encoré.
I’m fighting with you
in a déjà vu
of a fight we had before.
I try to remember
that day in September
and the wedding dress you wore.
As the years went by
we forgot how to try
to forgive and to forget;
Now we’re nearing the end
of being best friends;
a conclusion we would both regret.
Do you think we can turn
and try to re-learn
how to love each other instead?
Stop all the fighting,
the bickering and biting
and revisit each other in bed.
Not all the history is bad;
there was a time we were glad
to be called a husband and wife;
Recapture the feeling we felt
when the nuptials were dealt
and we united for the rest of our life.
We might get a surprise
how a compromise
so easily we can reach;
If we both admit
this silly fight to quit
and learn what to our kids we tried to teach;
That family,
which includes you and me,
deserves our patience and our care;
Which is something that we,
or so it seems to be,
for each other lost the ability somewhere.
Commitmenting to one another
they sought a contractual agreement
that binds them in
marriage that refuses to
speak either as bride or groom: but
rathers as Husbandman and WifeWoman.
from the terms of Fiance and Finance"
From Engaged to Married without
the traditional exploited terms of
devaluing those involved with
nuptial's.
Making light of Non educating people
to the words involved and associated with
pending nuptials is mean and spirted towards revenge.
those who use these practices ought to be spoken of.
As it is written.
" my people are destroyed for the lack of knowledge,
in full representation of who we are
and who we wish to be".
Each word defined!
Each word Defined!
than with what each day may bring
might we never brag about tomorrow
that our ignorance overwhelms us
that we are obligated to speak
the definition in word
to the clarity of the Vision.
that God might mean in
full definition of each word
the pro's and con's of
the babbling tongue!
they will make you the Babbler, so they might create your role
as villain, and you shall be labeled hypocrite
who is vile and vain! They wish to speak of you
behind your back, to say what you might do!
Kapain Dame Dindolov
Source Merchant,
Lord of Tirchmire Provindence
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As dawn vanquished the winter solstice
the celebrations were over but
Mary and Joe felt frisky,his fingers
underneath her dress, stirring her pot
keeping her simmering till she
arched her back and moaned,
pressing against his hand
as her juices overflowed.
Joe settled back licking his fingers
as Mary dropped to her knees
and burrowing under his robes
released his staff and slowly,
teasingly relieved his tumescence,
although her hymen remained intact.
Satiated they spooned, chatting
of their upcoming nuptials
and Joe shared the rumor that
King Herod was to grant passage
to some learneds from the East
who were seeking to observe
next year's comet.
They always brought
trade goods with them,
so Joe was short selling
frankincense and myrrh
but he thought gold
would stay firm.
Their conversation then turned
to their upcoming journey
to register in Joe's natal town.
Another damned tax,
the Romans would run
them into penury.
And he'd better book a place
at the Inn early, or else
they'd end up sleeping
in the stable.
Ten hillbillies came over the hill
Each one of them answered to Bill
To name them all Billy
Would be rather silly
Not one of them responds to Will
Their fiancés all share the name Sue
Mass confusion, causes such a to do
They'd arranged a joint wedding
To the alter they’re heading
Ten hillbillies had not thought it through
Their intentions were very well meant
One invitation covered the event
The whole town was invited
And they were delighted
To witness nuptials in a huge tent
The excitement it grew and grew
As each Bill married his Sue
They all walked down the aisle
Echo pair with a huge smile
singing Abba's I do I do I do
Hillbillies, Bybillies, and Blowbilllies. - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
4/14/18
Are you the Aphrodite of the Greek tales
Or the Artemis who admirers drooling sent?
No, for Aphrodite had her little flaws
And Artemis the fortunes of Orion bent.
Nor are you the stunning star that the Magi led.
For the over-told story of the Magi is as old as dirt
But your drowsy rounded eyes look so cunning fresh;
The kind of tools that the will men pervert.
The famous Ishtar cannot be your match
For she lured with looks in order to kill;
And Inanna may have tried to rival you a bit
Had she not given in to Dumuzi’s antique skill.
And tired of prating about deities, I now must say I love you.
I know that time is so much gone, and so is my chance;
The remote luck I thought I stood some years gone
Must now be as extinct as the Pyrenean Ibex of ancient France.
Nosy bird says you vowed holy nuptials yesteryear,
Iron twines that a luck-loving man must never sever.
Yet can I ever lose you without losing all breath,too?
Do I toy with the time-oiled vice that damns forever?