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Marry Your Best Friend To Get the Best of Both Worlds
Not many can claim they met their spouse in a battle of wits
much less the fabled (don't believe a word of it!) Internet.
But my uncle, he's not many. And my new aunt? Well she's a keeper.
And it wasn't love like a summer fling --- but it goes much deeper.
The rumors you heard - it's all too true - they met on Online Scrabble:
sesquipedalians by heart, but in the strictest sense, true Word Warriors.
Her last turn was an "I Do"... and when it came, he knew that he was done for:
pussyfooting through the back door, the tenacious Triple Word Score.
The date was planned - his bachelorhood canned. Compensated on Christmas day,
a wifie from Wales to tie the knot with my uncle the Stud from the Spud State.
The Red Dragon Damsel flew in (too strong to be distressed) into my uncle's country life.
(I still remember his clenched fists pouring buckets at the altar ... his first love)
And she brought her little Dragoness, too --- a fiery spark named Emily.
My job was to walk my new British cousin down the aisle,
as she whispered to me, "Should we link arms?"
And though I should have said, "What's the harm?"
instead of a rather robotic canter --- it now brings a smile.
My lovely Aunt Laura wore an eggplant dress, as if too challenge the mountain majesty
that peaked through the church window of that fine Idahoan morn.
Her glorious entry introduced by a Celtic song that would have made Enya weep,
as the vertigo of vows came to a close like a caged bird being released.
Mariah Carey's famous Christmas hit took to life --- All I Want Is You, rang true,
as they took each other's arms to dance celebrating an unlikely circumstance.
Crossing oceans to become One: she from Barry, and he from Boise.
The After Party --- filled with giggles, tears and rip-roaring stories from every point of view.
The wedding cake (believe it or not) was a Scrabble board:
one slice was Congratulations - and though a bit silly, to me it was poetry.
And my uncle - you could tell - was simply dumbfounded
as she took the words right out of his mouth
... with a crumb-filled smooch.
Written February 27th, 2016.
For the My Wedding Day Is Special Because... hosted by Olive Eloisa Guillermo
NOTE: I've never been married before, so I hope writing about my uncle's wedding instead is acceptable.
the wedding cake: $16,000-$80,000
cleaning of the streets after the wedding in london: $64,000
the flowers: $320,000-$800,000
pre-wedding hideaway (the goring hotel hosting middleton’s family & friends): $552 a night
for double rooms
middleton’s wedding dress: $64,000-$434,000
the engagement ring: valued at $136,000, given to w. by c.
security: $8-$32 million
$32,000,000
$800,000
$434,000
$136,000
$80,000
+ $64,000___
$33,514,000
*this estimated cost does not factor in the unspecified amount of time that middleton’s
family & friends will be staying for $552 a night, or how many of them, etc.
although i’m sure that
anyone
with a pulse, a half-way decently functioning brain,
and a
heartbeat
could look at the figure posited above
and find thousands of ways to invest in any number of
much
much
much
more worthy causes
than that of perpetuating an incestuous line of
figureheads
that holds absolutely
no
relevance
whatsoever
in the 21st century
but in the united states
the home of the world’s policeman
10 days ago
our blessed democratic congress
“the voice of the people”
cut
$26.6 million dollars from TRIO:
LINK:
http://www.coenet.us/ecm/AM/Template.cfm?Section=GRA_March_April_2011
for those that aren’t aware what TRIO is:
“TRIO is a set of federally-funded college opportunity programs that motivate and support
students from disadvantaged backgrounds in their pursuit of a college degree. Over 850,000
low-income, first-generation students and students with disabilities — from sixth grade
through college graduation — are served by more than 2,800 programs nationally. TRIO
programs provide academic tutoring, personal counseling, mentoring, financial guidance,
and other supports necessary for educational access and retention. TRIO programs provide
direct support services for students, and relevant training for directors and staff.”
LINK: http://www.coenet.us/ecm/AM/Template.cfm?Section=What_is_TRIO&Template=/...
happy are those that are not english citizens
as the taxpayers are said to be footing the bill of
$8-$32 million
for
security, and
$64,000 for
street cleaning after said extravaganza
one has to do their best
to keep from running amok
the day this thing happens
because of what we could really be doing with the wealth in this world
Standing reverent in a dull cast mist
glazing my cheeks while prayers were said
so silent stood at Rand's memorial
My mind dashed to the self-drawn sketch
he staged as "The Youthful Raconteur";
profile, pipe, wavy cinema legend hair -
his final role, being lowered by rope
into a eternal, earthen wall home
Flowers fell like words fall, droplets in air
completing his circle, our circle too
His "Janie" bowed, seated solitary
almost estranged by her own dreams dashed
her beauty gone long ago, buried too
As the "Wedding Cake Couple" sixty years past
right up to the very day of their marriage
which proved a confection in itself
Rand was the one who always got the girl
perky, popular, blonde, "Homecoming Queen"
They spent lifetimes contriving their image
striving for the unattainable ideal
then crashing, having to pick up the pieces,
not content, tortured by delusions
This is how my older brother's life ends
a cacophony of misadventures
He wanted to be called only Rand
not Randall and never Randy, just Rand
So then, I always called him Randy
it's what a younger brother must do
to bring one down to earth, he was up there
Chasing fate, dashing towards his destiny
daring too often, reality hits head on
His good looks, handsome physique were no match
for surging corporate expectations
while sinking, his wake tipped lots of boats
his marriage, his family in a free fall
my piddling attempts to help were futile
Truth was, I never knew his inner mind
I guess I loved him but I don't know -
was he simply the superior image
or the vulnerable suffering reality?
So he flailed through his eighty eight years
disconsolate, in debt and detached,
his affections only came in a knot
Where were Randy's spiritual benefactors?
Are we heirs of our actions, not wishes?
Can we dream but not make dreams our masters?
So what about my own selfish frailties?
I take no pride in this awful life's play
my failures were many and to think now
I lost a life so close, that I watched
for so long devolve and did so little -
will be with me forever, this my fate;
not dashing towards the ones I love most
What a beautiful, romantic day
Most wonderful day of my life
I soak up the sun, every ray
We're going to be husband and wife
The wedding cake's beautiful but where's the knife?
And where's my dad? He should be here
To give me away, oh my, oh dear!
Oh my God! What a Stag Night
I can't quite remember, what did we do?
Why's there a tattoo on my butt on the right?
And why is half my hair blue?
I'm panicking now about what will ensue
When in the shower blue dye starts to disappear
And the girl's name just dissolves from my rear.
I'm loving the stairs on the cake
A three layer
A triple dare
Of a husband number three
My beautiful day, I swirl for the show
Hubby number three won't be free for a while.
Still puzzling, how did I get here?
A triple trouble stands in front of me
The bachelor party a couple of nights ago
I wish I was free again
The knife in the cake crumbles as the sweet cake is savoured.
As the blushing bride I look all around
My brothers and sisters, eyes open wide
They look at the cake and at the groom frown
But they're smacking their lips but not at the bride
The church doors are locked, everyone is inside
When will the service be over, how long will it take?
Before they can get their hands on that cake.
As the blushing groom I nervously look at a sister
The brothers are scowling, her kids just grinning
Don't think you can back out now mister
My fate is sealed, my head is spinning
The priest calls to order, the service beginning
I glance across at the majestic cake
Like Kilimanjaro no knife could it break.
The wedding day rings dancing on the plate
Waiting to be worn on this forever date
The service ends, the wedding bells still ringing
The now wife and husband each having
A million thoughts running
The groom takes a quick glance at his years of single
The bride not holding back on this mingle.
She loving the stairs on the cake
A three layer, a triple dare
Of a husband number three
He is still puzzling, how he got here
The cake demolished to only one crumb
Just like his chances of being free
Freddy the Fly,
Now back from the moon,
Noticed on his calendar,
That it was now June...
The wedding month,
thought our dear Freddy,
But a fly has a short life,
So then, before I'm dead,
I gotta' find a fly-wife!!
So Freddy flew
all abouts the world
Searching for,
the perfect fly-girl
Finally he was rewarded,
When Nicole Fly he did meet,
He got so excited,
He stepped on her fly-feet
But the attraction seemed mutual,
Like a fly to horse manure,
But when they did converse,
They both were very sure,
Freddy proposed his
fly matrimonial hope,
Nicole said yes, let's
go elope....
But a wise Freddy the fly,
Did look her in the eye,
He knew she'd someday
regret,
Such a simple way to beget,
So he told her of his plan,
For the biggest fly-wedding
in all the land,
The solemn day came real quick,
A Sunday wedding, they did pick
And as it did unfold,
This story I was told,
He'd waited for her hand to hold,
To place on her fly-hand the ring gold,
Dressed in his little fly-tux,
Fly guests tried to hold their yucks,
And Nicole, in her fly gown,
Flew about, then up, then down,
To land on the fly-alter,
Not for a fly minute did she falter,
Said, "Yes, Fly Priest, I do!!...
And if's all the same to you.....
Would you get off my fly wedding cake,
It took so long for the fly-baker to make"
And Freddy's anxious to leave at once,
On a fly honeymoon, for sure,
But, alas, I almost forgot-
No "moon" in the honeymoon- no more!
For Freddy had eatten the romantic moon,
It tasted like sh_t, and it did ruin,
The moonlight for kissing was there no more,
So to fly-sleep they went,
and soon began to fly-snore.....
Now a Freddy Fly's snore is an event to behold,
At least as a fly-story, we've been told
Nicole , she couldn't sleep
As Freddy fly-snored deep,
She flew off and let the fly groom,
Wake up next fly-day to fly-gloom!
I remember when: on an August day, while on a Caribbean cruise
My echo rippling across the sea as I vowed Forever; "I Do"
Take thee LENORE for the Eons of Eternity, my ever Loving WIFE
Entwined as One, Forevermore: the Banns of me and YOU
I remember when; I impatiently Lifted the Pure White transparent Vail
I remember when; we sealed our Vows,as our fevered hot lips met
I remember when; we danced our first dance as Husband and WIFE
Our Hearts beat together as one, with a LOVE I would never forget
I remember when; Dad gave us his blessing with a sweet LOVING Toast
I remember, the sparkle in your Emerald eyes, as we shared our wedding cake
The sensuous wink, the body language, the silent whisper of LOVE
Soon in ecstasy, together as One, two LOVING bodies shall quake
--------------------------------------
I remember when; "Dad" said "Lenore is my first born, my baby girl"
"I have given her to YOU this day to have and to hold, ALWAYS and FOREVER"
"She now is YOUR Eternal Wife, the fullfillment of the void in YOUR Life"
"LOVE her with all YOUR Heart, for the Eons of Eternity, ALWAYS and FOREVER"
I remember when the setting sun, touched its reflection on the Caribbean Sea
I remember seeing Lenore's silohette, in the halos of the double sun
I remember thinking, soon we will retreat to the tranquility of our Bridal Suite
As we finally get to know each other as we entwine together as One
I remember when with a thundering roar, the Flagpole's mooring snapped
I remember the boom sweeping across the deck: knocking Lenore over the railing
Surely this was a dream, a daytime, nightmare : a moment I could never forget
Until my Eternity, the agony, pain, and sorrow, of this Broken Heart,Forever wailing
Inspired by the contest "Remembering When" Sponsored by Debra Squyres
In Memory of my Beloved Wife "Lenore Ellen (Adams) Johnson"
Got a great recipe
For cheescake...
Decided to make it once...
My experience was to show me
I really am a dunce...
First I had to whip cream cheese
I threw it in a bowl,
Took out my trusty mixers
And thrust it in the hole
The cream cheese was cold,
The mixers started to smoke,
I guess I should have been told
Let it warm up or you will choke
The mixers got hot, the smoke
got thick,
Though not thicker than my head
A flame shot out,
I threw them down
A bit more and I'd be dead
So now it became a manual thing
An exhaused soon was I
I started to wish, for God's sake,
Why didn't I just buy a pre-baked pie?
Some time later I had to seperate
the eggs,
The yokes from the white,
I knew I was in trouble,
For baking at all that night...
Now it said to "fold-in" the egg whites,
I looked at this quite dismayed
How does one "fold" such a thing?
I now knew I should have prayed...
I should have read these instructions first,
I should have known I was too dumb,
To understand a baker's ways
My brain was surely numb
I scratched my head and wondered
How I was supposed to fold
This gooey messy slop,
I should have been pre- told.
I stared at the bowl for half an hour
My demeanor becoming ever more dour
My first attempt and here I was,
My bakery career already becoming sour...
So I called six friends,
Until I found
Someone to illuminate me
This would be the last
home-made cheesecake,
That anyone would surely see.
So if you need a wedding cake,
Napoleon is at the oven
And if you wish an eclair,
You must supply me
with the ec....
And if you think I'll bake for you
I'll wring your scrawny neck!
Remember that
I love you; remember that.
Whenever you are feeling down,
Remember that I have got your back.
If you need me, then I will help if I can.
I am sorry I could not do more;
I am just a man.
Remember that, if you expect everything,
When I have nothing to give.
Remember the times we shared together, when I tried to live.
Remember that when I let you down.
Remember that when I leave this town,
And all I have been through; remember that,
I passed on through here once.
Once upon a time I was with you;
Only once, for once was enough.
I know you saw me.
Remember I just wanted to tell stories.
Fact or fiction.
Poetry is my addiction.
Remember what I wrote.
Remember all I tried to say to you.
Remember I love you;
Know that I know.
Once upon a time you loved me too.
Remember that?
Remember that I made mistakes.
A wedding cake is all I wanted.
I never found the best I ever had.
Remember something; forget nothing.
Remember the plans we made?
We disagreed, so I gave you what you needed,
And still you walked away;
When I needed you to stay.
Remember to visit my grave.
Remember you are always welcome,
No matter what anybody else may have to say.
Remember when you are having a drink,
That I do not drink, but I understand.
Remember that I will not judge you,
For I too am in the wrong,
For I am just another man.
Remember to be yourself.
That is all I have ever been.
Remember that.
Remember me.
Remember our time together
And all the love we had.
Remember I love you, now and forever;
Don’t forget,
To remember that.
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
You just walked away
An elevator happening by chance
Accidental meeting our old romance
An unconcerned casual hello
Said without much thought
My old bedfellow
Diamond and a wedding cake today
Promises I didn't mean to break
Leaving u alone
Between the alter and a broken vow
Loving two makes me so confused
Choosing him and running away from you
You said I never once looked back
You didn’t see my heart turn ivory black
then,
(Chorus)
Then you just walked away
And then you say
The world keeps turning
But I’m still yearning
Caught between two loves
Leaving behind white wedding gloves
When you walked away
You didn’t let me say
I’m sorry, so sorry
In my delusional heart
Watching it all fall apart
But you don’t know
My world has shifted
Lost my senses
Everything was thrown into the fire
Our hearts a precious stone of sapphire
So now I remain in my spinning world
As our story becomes unfurled
I hope you land safe
On your way down don’t chafe
Cause you know we’ll be alright
Gravity in our lives
Keeps us through this flight
(Chorus)
Then you just walked away
And then you say
The world keeps turning
But I’m still yearning
Caught between two loves
Leaving behind white wedding gloves
I became consumed
With loving two
Choosing him
Loving you
Still remains many broken pieces
I confess I am the reason
Oh Oh I wish I never met you
Oh Oh I wish I never met him
Oh Oh Yea I looked back
Oh Oh with regrets
Cause I landed
Broken fragments
(Margaret Franceschini 10/13/2016)
On this revelation that i`m walking into as the devil/evil at a level inside of the devils head. After a really testing day yesterday and awakened to the depth of controlling powers/issues from the boss out of Maritimo and the demonic assertive aggressive CONTROLLING JESEBEL way in which she told me off at having getting paint on the table. I rebuke her and reverse it all in spirit. Also Wayne and his mate who wanted to beat me as i strongly opposed him putting his tent next to mine, the devil trying to get his way.
After a few weeks down by the sea shore being prepared for this new chapter at being moved into the wedding cake, on the bottom tier, after this yesterday i was moved up to the top of the "WEDDING" cake. God sent a storm, a wind very strong, that changed a lot in the spirit and the aftermath of demonics going on in me ( the universe ) The bigger picture the WEDDING DAY is very close. Which is why the painful contention of evil is being endured.
Inside of the devil, in many forms from Oli Seb David and Karen, all differant carachteristics of the devil in many forms too, and trying to be as still as i can is very daunting to say the least. The devils horn i`m` wearing is the epitomy of evil i felt in Wayne and his mate yesterday. Burning Fire , thank you o LORD that all things come together for your good . I give them all to you to make them footstools. And help me to be still and learn against this pure evil i`m enduring . AMEN