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There once was a red kangaroo
Fell in love with a white cockatoo
Met in a suburb called Woolloomooloo
Decided a family they'd breed
But couldn't fornicate to plant viable seed
The relationship finally fell through
There once was a little echidna
Said to wallaby let's get together I'll wed ya
Great nuptial feast in Willcannia
They exchanged wedding vows
Then danced many hours
Then undressed from wedding regalia
There once was a hairy young bandicoot
Was courting mallee fowl what a hoot
Amazingly, arrived, fancy offspring, what a brilliant offshoot
They went to reside on a big cattle farm
A successful relationship full of much charm
He played the fiddle whilst she played the flute
There once was an eagle flew high in the sky
Saw down below, a koala, unable to fly
Let's tie the knot, until the day that we die
Lived in a town with the title of Berri
Crossed Murray river aboard a fine ferry
A relationship full of fun and much laughter, Koalas humour resoundingly dry
There once was a devoted, spiritual wombat
To pray 'twas on his backside that's how he sat
Lived all alone in a bush habitat
Forever he wished that he would stay single
No desire to have marriage vows jingle
Made his home, far from the city of old Ballaarat
I awaken at midnight, kangaroo bouncing, inside of my head
This poem's ridiculous but I've said what I've said
Now it's complete I'll go back to my bed
Hope I have cleared all of this bouncing, can once again sleep
If I'm unable will have to revert, to counting some sheep
I've warned you once, but I'll warn you again this poem's ridiculous but I've said what I said
Love in Marriage
For this reason, love precious joy
is shared, expressed;
that within the confine of marriage
its significance, are memories
though sometime small
hold the most potent experience.
Marrraige is a give and take
love is a give all you can take
marriage is equal estate,
love gift offering keeps you
fill while never sate.
For satisfaction, love though
is not lacking in conviction,
marriage on the other hand
is truly the best one,
offering completion one to
another to safe guard our
institutions.
From seeing its growth,
feeling its unadulterated dose,
love in marriage truly make for
the best strokes.
of importance, not to be side tracked
are the loveliness of our children
when mom and dad tie the knot.
A bond of inclusiveness
A bond resolved on two people
promise to share in matrimony
love for all eternity.
In Small Doses
Living a life is like taking poison –you die a little each day.
I am screwed
Know not when? Know not how? –Marriage happened.
Gone Astray
Religion is a well-traversed road –I am lost!
Favored
There’s no substitute for hard work and perseverance –except luck.
Fool of Wisdom
It requires wisdom to comprehend –a fool.
Recipe for Success
The ingredients for a successful life –Passion, Perfection, Patience.
Salvation
Sailing upstream against the wind –I have a strayed soul to summon.
Legally moral
When it becomes legal, it becomes moral –then, it's normal.
Common Factor
We are common people; the tail-enders –we hide between the legs in adversity.
Good for nothing
A good deed with ulterior motive is worse than a bad deed –with good intent.
Back Street blues
Don’t be scared of the back alleys –they might get you home quicker.
Idolatry
I picked a stray stone and carved a graven image of my God –I then worshiped.
Heavenly Bliss
Nothing happens by just wishing for the heaven –You have to first die for it.
Afterlife
There's only one sure way to immortality –die young.
False Hope
Gives you what was never yours to begin with –Chasing illusions.
Tarry no longer
A wet knot is hard to untie. Vet the person you marry –before you tie the knot.
Postscript
Poison, Potion, Prayer –either make you ill, immune or immortal.
~04/28/22
~Contest: A Brian Strand Premiere
Yet another soul taken away.
Another family's loss is great.
Another time tears rolled down this face.
Why won't they realize its purpose and quit making these mistakes
Barely an adult still having child like thoughts
Barely coping with life and all that it's brought
Numbing the emotions is what is sought
But death is all that's caught.
They feel these struggles these days it's so hard to make ends meet
Opportunities are few they can't seem to get on their feet.
They prefer to forget their failures prefer to just sleep
And while attempting to be okay they forget to breathe
They look peaceful like the pain has left
But little do we know they are dangling so close to death
In a minute it's slows to one maybe two or just three breaths
And then....
They are gone right before your eyes
We scream to the heavens begging to know why
Our hearts our souls are devasted as our eyes cry.
Breaking us inside
It takes away our ability to cope
Some choosing the drug some not even knowing it's in their dope.
Killing the same whether or not you know
So little of this drug can end all hope
Listen to me hear what I am saying
If you know they are doing drugs then don't even play
Don't kick them out or push them away
Don't feed their habits but understand their ways
They don't mean to hurt you. No it's not an excuse.
They want to be okay, to be clean but wonder what's the use.
These days are hard even more so for our youth.
The pandemic, desocialization, struggling in work, at home, and in school.
Give them knowledge, give them a reason to hope.
Show them different ways to be okay and to cope.
Don't belittle the addict, don't tie the knot in the rope.
Restore their faith, don't let them turn even more to dope.
Don't whisper accusation
Don't deliver ultimatums
Don't end relations
Don't add to their equations
Be honest, speak up, make your thoughts and feelings quite apparent.
Allow them to show emotions as they scream and rant.
Listen when they say they wish they could stop but feel that they can't.
Don't roll your eyes thinking that they can.
Its dangerous and painful withdrawals, emotionally and physically.
Don't push them away. They will need their family.
And not just financially.
Be patient for they'll recover eventually.
Stop the useless fatalities.
Al had dated many women from France, Spain, England and such.
you have never dated an Irish lassie though? Asked his brother Dutch.
not yet, he admitted, are they different than the ones I have squired?
Dutch said, ”You would have your hands full, now until you get retired.”
Colleen was an Irish beauty, with ginger hair and a verdant eye stare.
Al tried to look away, but the idea of dating her was more than a dare.
Colleen laughed when he approached, acted like he was a Boston dope.
he was soon spending all his hours washing himself with zesty soap.
he wanted to impress Colleen; she was the best he had ever seen.
she had her brothers look him over, Al to them was not quite keen.
this cinched the deal, and the young couple ran to tie the knot.
with a five-year-old, a four-year-old, a two-year-old; they are still very hot!
I've always wondered what I wanted to be
A beautiful bird that flies or a fish in the sea?
A rocky mountain to climb to the very top
Or simply a mother and wife to tie the knot
I've always said I could be what I wanted to be
Or a stationary plum or sweet apple tree
A stream that sings you lullabies to sleep
Or a scary spider or snake --- free to creep
It wasn't until tonight what I wanted to be I recall
An author, mother, wife, and Officer of the Law
A colorful shape to fight evil on good's side
But also a mother and wife I want to confide
An author of poetry --- I'll write to my full emotion
A mother of a son whom I'll love with all devotion
A wife to a man who Heaven and Earth I will move
And an Officer of Law to bring the town good news
Of all of my purposes the questions I've asked
Of all this wasted time inside I have basked
I believe tonight I answered my life's purpose
And established the starting stone of a new surface
Love and Pain
Decided to get married
I know it seems strange
For you would have expected
Love and affection to want to tie the knot
After all…they were similar
They socialized in the same set of word families
The artistonyms
Love and passion also wanted
To be forever joined
That everyone condoned and blessed
But, oh, how everyone laughed
At the strange request
Of Love and Pain
To be wed
“What’s wrong with your head?
You two are from different worlds
From antonym slums
You can’t unite
And become one!”
Love held on to Pain
And would not let her go….
He smiled a knowing smile
“There has never been
One of us without the other
We belong…
For only when you truly encounter Love
Will you experience Pain.”
Pain shed a tear
And yet she smiled
“Where Love exists
I hover near…
Have no fear
Our union will produce
Beautiful babies
Love sires Joy
A darling child
Love fathers Peace
And Tranquility, in turn
These are the children we will bear
But do beware
Love can’t survive, without Me
For how would He know
How would He be certain
That he is alive….and well
Were it not for ME!
And so Love and Pain
Were wed
Amongst great fanfare
It was a match made in heaven
For never did they depart
One from another
Love and Pain?
Not so insane
Everyone did testify
That one did not come
Without the other
They were tied together
Inseparable
Nothing could come between them
Except their little babies
The most beautiful mixed babies
That eye shall ever see!
Sweet harmony
Of Love and Pain
Who lived.......companionably ever after!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
They Will Never Understand.....
The fullness of your love that forever is in my hands.
Nor the joy in my heart that lives, though we are miles apart.
People wonder, why didn’t you marry another man?
As if that Hellenic angel, can ever be replaced by another face.
I cannot think of more sadder fate.
Shallow, shallow, they understand me not! I have an eternal mate!
A symphonic joy designed by the fates.
They think I need a ring and white dress and must tie the knot?
I must give up the joy of my life that literally moves this pen?
Never! Not Even tomorrow! What a sorrow!
A fate worse than death and with poison, filled to the brim.
A daily chalice of sorrow to exist in?
I know who I am eternally committed to...
Allow me the space to be me, and please, be you!
My heart made of red roses and the finest lace.
And beats only for his embtace.
In eternity, is our home and everlasting space.
A tapestry of stars, waiting for our eager embrace!
9/15/2021
You are a jeweled gift sparkling diamond rock temple
One of thousand in the world touched petal by petal
Skies above true blue wrapped cotton white emotions
Arches over our earthly plains east to west one circle
Inside silk ribbon feelings tie the knot perfectly
With wings of a swan bound unto you eternally
In you who crowns the heart with passions ignite magic
When the sky was falling into the promised land chants
Carnation of a flower deeply stirring dewdrops rose
In light of the rainbow mountains shone glitter dust
Loving you morning and night never goes out of fashion
Amor helped to ignite flames that burn purely with love
A Collaborated Poem
Anne-Lise Andresen and Liam Mc Daid
07.09.2016
(unrhymed couplets)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Ryan and Amy are getting married next month…as couples often do…
As the father of the groom in honor of their tying the knot…I thought I’d tie one too.
When I found the perfect bow tie…I knew I had to buy it…
and by my calculations I had two months in which to learn to tie it.
The bow tie, however, came with no directions…in the box just one untied tie and nothing more…but I was undeterred…after all…that’s what You Tube videos are for.
So I Googled the easiest way to tie a bow tie and a smiling man came into view…
He said this is easy…not to worry…do exactly what I do.
And I tried…I really tried to do exactly what he did…I tried with all my might…
but I realized after 70 years upon this Earth I didn’t know my left hand from my right.
And he was much too hard to follow…his hands moved too quickly to and fro…
when he was finished tying…I hadn’t even started a bow.
My confidence was beginning to wane…but I still had my tenacity…
I have put together IKEA furniture…one little bow tie would not get the better of me.
So I turned to another You Tube video…then a a third, a fourth, a fifth…
after which I was certain the easiest way to tie a bow tie was nothing but a myth.
I even printed out written directions where after each step I could stop and check…
but the finished bowtie in the picture never matched the one around my neck.
After one month of painstaking practice…I finally had it down…
When I showed Deborah she asked, “Did you mean to make it quite big…you look more like a clown.”
She was right but no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t make that bow tie small…
and looking like a clown at Ryan and Amy’s wedding…well that won’t do at all.
So when they tie the knot next month…
my hand tied bow tie is a fantasy I now have shed…
I wonder if Ryan and Amy would be happy….
with something from IKEA instead.