Long Wedding Poems
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Jack gave Betty a wedding ring
Life for them a kite on a string
No worries, no cares, they were in love
Everything perfect, below and above
Then one night Jack went 'too far'
Look, my dear Betty, how pregnant you are
Nine months later, morning sickness aside
Betty no longer felt like a bride
A new baby to care for, her husband out the door
Betty wondered what she'd gotten married for
But just one look in her baby's blue eyes
Betty just knew -- her sun would again rise
And rise it did, because Betty had faith
Married again, she's expecting her eighth
We've been here together
Or should I say we've been here before
The timing of our love means so much more
I know deep down inside my heart I truly love you
But these feelings I am having Deja Vu
My future King My past King
My dreams My everything
Beautiful in every way
There's nothing about your yesterday
That I would change today
Your love has me feeling some sort of way
Eternal wedding bells ringing
Our souls constantly clinging
I wake and sleep I am not dreaming
But I keep seeing you and I
Sitting on thrones as the most high
My King your Queen
Two beautiful spiritual beings
Love seen with spiritual first then physical eyes
Love that can't be touched but heartfelt
And recognized
Love that feels too good to be true
This love is De'JaVu
I carry within me the rhythm of a winding road, a dance of freedom and longing,
how to resign myself to being constrained within the limits of an infinite world,
rows of poplars as pillars sustain the canopy of the meeting under which we find ourselves,
I indulge myself in an afternoon of ooh-la-la, dreaming.
The yellow eyes of the daffodils gaze, bending in gossiping groups,
a probing breeze incites deep freezes,
I am a sweet weed in this place of oscillation and betrayal,
with a stranger I walk, my convenient fiancé, a game of fate.
The height of his black hat challenges the trees, like Corinthian columns,
guardians of an alley I must tread — Oh, God! I must tread,
a fear slips down my spine as an unsure bride,
the tiger eyes of the lilies watch, wishing to be in my place, to be free.
They dare to dream they could uproot themselves like me,
would waltz at their wedding like me — but I must, I must,
but their envious leaves remain unembraced,
I envy the bare arms of the lilies, their love yet unmet.
The daffodils, with empty heads, laugh, trying to read my thoughts,
what do I care for their thoughts sour as lemon tart,
and the orange lilies with brocade-edged infernal hues,
what fear should I have of the fiery tongues of burning words?
The thicket feels the square heels of my laced-up boots,
the impression left grows more expressive than the first,
beware the French tongues of the clinging thistles.
The wedding carriage rolls on the bumpy roads to Versailles,
where my constrained corset, with hooks and ties, lies,
the rhythm of a winding road dies strangled in an endless minuet.
When I was small, I loved to hear my mother sing
It's int'resting, the things that we repress
Today, I can't recall a verse,
I just recall the lies
We'd been estranged for years when I learned she had died
and I arranged to see her only then
My childhood home was full of ghosts and boogiemen
Would they rise from the box she'd put aside?
Just wedding photos. Nice surprise,
it could have been much worse
A smiling bride. What writhed beneath, no one could guess
She'd held my father hostage with that ring
She left to me the house, this box and one more thing -
a square of silk cut from her wedding dress
I pull it, folded, from my purse
and with it, dab my eyes,
then lay it in the box, which I close tight to hide
my troubled memories away again
With my dear spouse I'm very much in love.
'Tis truly a union sealed in heaven above!
O'er the years we've traveled a lot and seen many things.
We've watched our family grow and the joy that it brings!
For her wedding ring, this poor boy bought the best he could afford.
Alas, the stone was so minute, when she saw it she was floored!
She twirled it on her finger, saying "Surely you jest!"
Even my future mother-in-law was not overly impressed!
I promised her that one-day I would purchase a larger stone,
When funds were more plentiful and my chagrin I could atone!
I remedied that situation nigh our fiftieth anniversary as I recall,
But for some reason she was not thrilled with my solution at all!
I arranged to have a HUGE stone placed on our cemetery plot!
This was a terrible case of bad timing that she has never forgot!
She said, "That's not exactly the kind of stone I had in mind!"
(I thought it a favor for easing the pain should she be left behind!)
We now laugh about that escapade that has become family lore,
And o'er the years I've tried to atone by giving her diamonds galore!
I've been called the last of the romantics and I suppose that is so.
Shucks! I'd get her the Hope Diamond if I had enough dough!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
I did not let it go
To the relationship we had after the staged show
We both watched the curtain go down
And off to a quiet conversation we were bound
“How does that sound?”
I politely asked
Since it was my gentlemen task
I admired you sitting in a respectable way
Listening to what I had to say
But the hour turned late
Ending our lovely date
We said our goodbyes
Taking separate cabs as rides
Morning soon came
You returned to the TV interview fame
While I continued my bachelor game
Until lunch break
That I did take
Escorted my newspaper
That some said made her
Proclaiming next door fun
When the coffee conversation was done
Reading the tabloid back to front
Checking to see if my sporting team was still in the hunt
I came upon the socialite report
Used to be entertaining when defending my lonely fort
Suddenly I noticed a picture of me
Holding a cup of something was brewing tea
For all to see
“Who was I with?”
A star presented as a winning gift
We both had an engaging look
Tempting the reader with its luring still image hook
Smiling I finished my deli entrée
That I used cash to pay
Then my coworkers started to stir
About my appearance with her
“Call her? Ask her out!?”
Was the unison shout
Taking the advice
Since it seemed nice
Realizing no longer was the situation a donation bid
True feelings were not being hid
Made the telephone pitch
Knowing deep down inside in the future we would be hitched
It took some time
For the romantic bells to chime
Leaving us to embrace
With love on our face
And just in case
You wonder
If that promotional event was no blunder
It truly was a success
When she walked down the aisle in her wedding dress
I now lie here alone, the wounded have joined the dead
Hours pass like years, my body, in shrapnel torn shreds
My duty, my love for my country, I can no longer give
Memories knowing I have lived, are now starting to sieve
Being so far away from my family, so far away from my home
Daylight like my life, allures me to a darkening roam
To my love I write this letter, my wife my lovely Serena
My words are all I have left, in this war torn theatre arena
Remember when I moved in next door, you were first to say hello
And the day when you asked me out, I was too scared to go
I know we were only eleven but something clicked that day
Into our teens we grew knowing I'd marry you one day
The day of our wedding, was the happiest day of my life
For knowing my heart was true, when I asked you to be my wife
Thank you for being who you are, and what you made me to be
Never wanting me to enlist, to protect the land of the free
I'm seeing places of our past, the greens, our courting grounds
You playing with your lovely blonde hair, twirling it around
Serena, my love, my friend, thank you for being my wife
Tell our kids I love them dearly, thank you for being in my life
I'm growing ever weaker, as I write through redded stains
The darkening roam allures me, the light now starts to drain
~*~ Inspired by an image created by Serena Dunaway ~*~
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That rodent is so odd, his brother told him.
Stay away from her, you might catch it, Jim.
Jim was a reader with his nose forever in a book.
He gave Priscilla a nod but not an interested look.
Priscilla caught his nod and was happy to see.
A bit of attention from one of the Brothers Lee.
Jim Lee was a catch, so she looked uninterested at all.
It was at this moment, Jim decided Priscilla was a doll.
They met in secret, cuddling up with their blanket and books.
The rest of their clans never noticed their secretive looks.
Their wedding was a surprise, but all attended for cheese.
Then they took a group photo where both clans yelled “Please!”
To the Manor Born
Silver Spoon in mouth
Majestic is not Majesty
Royal courses
Are not Princess horse drawn carridge
With flowing white wedding train's
They are what remain
For the working class
To fawn upon
When all hope is gone
Of Cinderella at the witching hour
With pumpkin running shoes
Covered in rag's for dressing
Reality is depressing
And keeps children guessing
If bed time stories
Parents read
Are to be believed
Or if being deceived
We dare to dream
Of what can happen
When we fall asleep
So so very deep
Fairy Godmothers creep
Underneath our bed sheet's
Tickling our feet
And blowing warm wishes
In fit's we giggle with smile's across face's
Mummy and Daddy sneak into room's in the dark of night
To kiss goodnight
Royal
Majestic
Silver
All kinds of Manor born
In human baby form
Horse drawn
You have been loved
Good night god bless
Sweet dreams
Daddy's Princess
Come Queen
Thru deliberate seductive
liaisons, ploys, and underhanded gambits,
I tendered illicit, explicit and complicit shenanigans
blatant actions to foment coital adulteration.
Ofttime these discrete liaisons found me removing
linkedin metallic keepsake symbolizing union.
Years elapsed since this spouse pledged his troth,
he sported husbandly marital vows courtesy
monogrammed nondescript ring.
Impossible mission prevails to locate complimentary
jeweled tokens bespeaking our joint monogamous fidelity.
Yours truly beset with genuine disheartened woe
no matter public affections, he never doth show
thee above stated guilty admission signifying
mine absent overtures
(indicating even marginal wedded bliss),
the missus posits as wanting from me,
a common garden variety generic Joe Schmoe.
Self awareness heightened
within mental cogs and wheels
as if of a sudden hindsight brought
into sharp focus think barely audible
high pitched squeals
nsync with and accompanied by newsreel
silently displaying story
(solely my viewing pleasure) of mein kampf
metaphorically yours truly blown to bits
while hoisting myself by own petard
vigorously spiriting and
pitching me head over heels.
Regale thee dear reader,
I strive with utmost zeal
plus cathartic to expunge, (albeit poetically)
my pathetic, quixotic,
and reasonable rhyming spiel
hoopfully mine lame literary endeavor
won't upset any spur of the moment meal
thus tis wise I beat a hasty retreat
before ye sic on me Achilles heel
versatile scouts i.e. English language
verb boss and noun sensical police,
yours truly here expert escape artist
dog gone hard to grab hold,
cuz I trumpet art of making the deal.
Proclaiming high fidelity to wife high wed
she already with child (our first)
into holy matrimony we did nervously tread
"quod erat demonstrandum"- Q.E.D.
"what was to be shown" courtesy yours truly
this once upon a time
(about two and a half dozen
Earth orbitz ago) time newlywed.
Now he frets and experiences woebegone
as testimony scratching out
yet another one of his plaintive,
quirky, somber, ridiculously shown,
herewith I attempted to communicate none
previous endeavor ever considered exemplary
yet I diligently, honorably,
and literally try to hone
elusive talent hours daily
hermetically sealed, and sequestered alone.