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Premium Member GRANDPA AT THE WEDDING

The wedding ceremony was over…the reception was well on it’s way…
when the grandfather took the newlyweds aside whispering,
“There’s something I’d like to say.”

“You will always remember this moment over which your love has cast its spell…
but my advice is to make sure you enjoy all the little moments of love as well.

Huge moments like today are wonderful…worth savoring…as everybody knows…
but it’s the little moments spent together every day…where love is nurtured…
where love grows.

It’s how the touch a hand upon your cheek…
or a simple kiss can make your insides spin…
It’s holding hands so tightly you don’t know where your hand ends
and where the other hand begins…

It’s feeling how well you fit together in those moments you embrace….
feeling like every day you’ve won a prize.
It’s immediately knowing something’s wrong…
when you look into each other’s eyes.

It’s knowing what the other one is thinking…
It’s enduring all kinds of weather…
It’s accepting each other for you you are 
as you grow up and grow old together.

It’s how…when you close your eyes and think of each other…
It will always make you smile.
It’s remembering forever this day…the day you walked together down the aisle.

Finally it’s understanding your life together will have moments of sorrow
As well as moments of great joy and thrills….
It’s knowing every moment won’t be perfect…bus so many moments will.

So go and have a wonderfully happy life…
filled with huge moments like you’ve never seen….
while never forgetting to enjoy…
all the little moment in between.
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Colours of Love

I'd wear pink,
To meet him for the first time
So that he'd know that I am soft
Even if I hold a steady pout on my face
Just so as to appear like
A Viking Queen!

I'd wear white
To meet him for a night date
So that he'd just look at me
And see, reflected from my shine,
The meaning of innocence and purity
And would therefore make it a must
To treat me as he would himself
Be deemed to be treated like!

I'd wear red
For both our wedding ceremony and
Our wedding night
So that he'd tremble and shake
With insurmountable passion
Creating jolts of tsunami waves in him,
Bidding him to want to hold my heart in his
And to never want to let go!

But my love be my muse
And even if my life remains dedicated towards
Meeting him somewhere where the horizon
Merges with the skyline,
Somewhere where I shall relish the feel of the wind
On my face as well as its caress upon my hair,
My love writes of its story solely for him
And while I shall be treading upon the marshy lands
Of this uncertain world,

I shall wear all the colours that are known
Merely because my time spent here
Is a celebration of my muse-ful love

Premium Member WELCOME TO OUR FAMILY TREE

The wedding ceremony is over…
to the world we’ve added a new husband and wife.
The cabin has returned to normal and everyone’s gone back to their life.

As I sit on the porch in the quiet..watching birds at the feeder…I’m enthralled
as the trees continue to change color and their leaves continue to fall…

I once believed when it came to humans…
across the oceans…across time…across history…
every person everywhere was part of the one and only human family tree.

A tree that’s constantly changing in its effort to grow strong and tall
Welcoming new buds in Spring…to replace the leaves they’ve lost in the fall.

But sitting here among a multitude of trees…
noticing the distinct branches, limbs and leaves…
I’m thinking of the world a little differently…altering what I once believed.

What if every human family is part of their own distinct family tree
whether they’re evergreen…or lose their leaves in the Fall….
and what if under all these different family trees…it’s the roots that connect us all.

Which means we all share what gives us life…allowing each and every family tree
knowing we are all connected…to retain our individuality.

What if we’re meant to share between us…the sun, the rain, the drops of morning dew
our buds, our branches our leaves and our limbs as all trees were created to do.

Which brings me to the reason for this poem…to Trista…Damiens wife
Perhaps the most beautiful words you will ever hear…
or, if you’re reading this…will see
Are:
We love you…and we’re overjoyed to welcome you to our family tree.

As I sit on the porch in the quiet watching the birds feed and the colors of Autumn fall
I can already see how this new leaf makes our family tree a little brighter…
and I can’t help but be enthralled.
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

A Foolish Wish of a Non-Blue-Blooded Queen

Lynn, the tom-boy of Herald Square, couldn't be compared to Princess
Diana, or a similar one for finesse to perfectly fit in a royal scene; 
that ordinary gal had a foolish wish of a non-blue-blooded Queen,
who rarely smiled, or said, " Thank you. " when they offered her a rose.
Her dad knew people in high places that loved green,
and he wanted her to look good to get more praise 
and attention by squandering lots of money 
on a wedding, not worth the social status and the stupidity;
to the wedding ceremony no royalty came only family and friends...
you would have had the impression that Queen Elisabeth 
would have walked into the hall and congratulate her!
Eh, wasn't that a foolish wish of a non-blue blooded Queen?
Folks, don't nod in disapproval, the story gets better as it should;
the guests waited outside Saint Patrick's the Cathedral expecting a limousine...
not quite so! The royal coach pulled by two gray horses stopped at the curb,
the bride zoomed out dragging along the broom, not allowing him to greet anyone;
someone shouted, " Pretty boy, what's her rush? Why is she so jealous? He stared
at that upset gal and muttered, " Sorry " while his left ear was being pinched hard. 
Bear with me a little bit longer, the best is yet to come, enjoy this comedy!
" Idiot! Idiot! Don't embarrass me!" Gino whispered...
" I shouldn't embarrass you in front of Miss Universe? "
" I will marry you...for worse, not for better! " Lynn vowed with madness,
and barging in, she forgot to pick up her wedding dress and tripped 
and fell on her butt sliding down the isle while onlookers were filled with incredibility...
then she ran out stepping on Cardinal Cooke's foot who was returning from a wake!
The wedding was called off, and Gino was reproved by his mom for his mistake.
After reading my drama, who would have a foolish wish of a non-blue-blooded Queen?
Making drastic changes by acting on foolishness, doesn't make one look so keen.

The marble heel floor

The orchestra opens with a bang, and the musical director raises his hand and the symphony began.  Sunday morning crowd with anxious heart sits quietly in the hall as the orchestra plays a wonderful rendition for the wedding ceremony. Celebrities and dignitaries filled the theatre dress circle, listening to the sting hitting the strings while celebrity’s whisper unfolds on hot mic.

 The orchestra sounded good and the entire guest understood that it was no ordinary feat; when the soprano starts to sing, it almost ripped off the entire roof as the voice bellow through the hallway before it landed on the heart to stay. The speeches were brief, but the music swept the guest off their feet, and they kept asking for more. 

Footsteps moving down the hallway trotting on marble heel floor, it’s like horses moving on the track creating anything that is new as they walk down the hallway of the marble heel floor with courage and pride in their shoe.

It beautiful and strong and you can never tell what is going on; the distance between them was neat and heaven kept them moving on their feet. They disburse in groups and pack the room of the marble heel floor; the stage was big and wide and the guest had an unusual surprise. 
 There was something peculiar on the floor, and it had people moving from door to door. It was a design on the marbled heel floor that kept curious eyes looking and searching for the spot that leads to the track.  

The marble heel floor has a design beneath the tile that leads you into another country through a gigantic door. It has a special spot that leads to Egypt through the back. There are layers of tiles that you cannot see and if you remove one it will lead you into the sea. The Egyptians knows about it for the pharaoh had carved it, they led special wedding guest out the back door, down a passage through the marble heel floor.

It is just one tile that you have to move, that will expose everyone that is walking without shoes. The crowd is racing to see you, and they want to meet with you before the day is through. The lay line is another kind and that too us waiting on the line, but the marble heel floor is of a special kind, its polished and glazed and it shines like a mirror into your face.
 
                  The marble heel floor is built inside the gate, don’t be late


Premium Member Jalopy's Testimony

Witness to every notable trip
highlighting life and death travelogue strip
I can recount incidents bringing heart-rip
surpassing accidents of fatal engine oil drip
yet expressing to God thankfulness* midst blissful serenity-grip!

Once I served as an ambulance
to the infirmary I lost my balance
propelling mute patients utter remarkable parlance
calling the attention of road monitors’ nonchalance
despite concealing valance!

Unforgettable was my wedding ceremony route
as an entourage automobile, devoid of destination-doubt
maneuvering here and there midst distressed bride’s pout
just to get out from grievous traffic jam’s clout…
How we made it to the altar date was a miracle without a doubt!

Now as a vintage vehicle, I’m nostalgic of my great transport adventure:
new-born babies intensified my passenger seat’s caring gesture
restless special kids afflicted my steering wheel with toy torture
policemen grabbed me for hot pursuits’ venture…
All these showcase my significant roles of functionality-posture!

*1Thessalonians 5:18 In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.

July 23, 2019
Honorable Mention, "STRAND CHOICE 4,any form,any theme" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/24/2020.

Anatomy of the Oranges

you’re not adams apple 

the  fruits from tree of the knowledge 
of good and evil
in the middle of the garden of eden
in genesis

yet at you 
the round oranges of this afternoon-town 
i stare 

and my pate gradually 
becomes pregnant 

the  wind that comes after 
having a touch of your lips 
puts the waging of its tail on my forehead 

and my guava-leaf begins to melt 

thus my hardware-business is going 
into liquidation 

the physician to the king is telling 
it’s the symptom of an awful fever attended with
the morbidity of the three humours of the body 

used and used and used

your smile has not yet become 
stupid 

so from where the lamp-posts of the 
town start 

there are the cutlets  and the bolster 
they are not the only to utter the last words 

i’m too 
in this summer 
trying to  decorate 
the gate of my cage like wedding ceremony 

if any soundless dew-drop comes 
to prepare and feed me 
my birth-day frumenty 

but i’ve no tongue 
at all 

all over the face there are only the eyes

and to the fate of my staring-at 
has ever so much blessings been available

Wedding Ceremony

Have you heard of the wedding ceremony
On the third day the temple will rise
The bridegroom has welcomed all
To come and meet His father
But He will have to lead you to Him
For those which like to drink wine
And those who have never had wine
At least come have a taste ,
This bridegroom is not like
 any other you have met,
For at this ceremony the wine
Is not like the ones you have tasted before 
All the others have been from this land
But the fruit of this wine has been gathered
From the living vine that none has seen,
Smelled, touched , tasted or heard of.
Then pressed and mixed with living water
This wine gives and everlasting joy
Not to leave one in distress of that next sip
Each will be given a cup
Please be sure to check that, 
The inside is clean we don't want to waste this
That you might find filth within and spit it out
All the left over He has to place in new wine skins
For the old wine skins would bust
And it would not keep it's flavor and be rejected
There will also be bread available my friends
Enough to feed any amount you would like to bring
Jesus Has laid down His life ,
Has given up His flesh and poured out His blood
That we might be given a way to receive life
No longer baptized with water as before Him
But now through the spirit and fire
Which only through this baptism will it be revealed 
We need to be wiped clean of all this world instills
To become a desolate new start
That He might come and be able to 
Dwell and reign within our earthen vessel

A Wedding In The tree

A strange wind is blowing in the park,

You have to meet with me after dark,

 They are planning a wedding in the

 Trees and you have to get a secret gear

 Before you can attend the wedding over there

They have been planning this from twenty sixteen

When the mean guy came on the scene

They invited ten thousand guests

to take part in a lifetime dream

Everything was carefully worked out

With a slate a drone and the bison horn

The day has finally come when the truth

Will be revealed under the visionless sun

And the eyes will be there

 Searching for you everywhere

A strange wind is blowing over there

People are coming from everywhere

They came all the way from

Latain America, Canada, Cuba and the

Caribbean to sing eclipsical song

The Germans were there too

And the British were wooing me and you

The French are standing guard

And the Americans are cleaning the yard

The natives from African  and India

are wrapped in fine threads

and yards of clothing wrapped around

 their bodies and sweeping on the ground

The moon empress land on the lawan

just before the break of dawn

All the couples take up ther position in the tree

 To begin the mysterious wedding ceremony,

the weddeing bells begin to ring

and the angles began to sing

The flying saucer came straight from the

Sky with the secret brides wrapped up inside

There face were hidden under the veil

Exposing their watchful eyes waiting for destiny

To transpire under the blessed sky

The cermoney begain to tell the tales of 

A wedding in the middle of the tree

is the perfect irony for you and me

The couples are celebrating with thee

Look at them standing in the swaying trees

And when the ceremoney was done they left that place

In the flying saucer to romance in the burning sun

Ten thousand guest gallavanting in the breeze as the

Universe bond together to celebrate with thee

This is the biggest wedding I have ever seen

With couples dancing in the trees

Desire running up and down the place

 And if your on he guest list go on over

And enjoy the wonderful bliss

Something splended is happening over there

And you can tell that destiny is drawing

The breeze is crawling on its knees and

The wedding guests are saluting thee.
Form: Narrative

A 50 Bullet Wedding

In America, it is difficult to be black
You always have to stay on track
Where are all the Black men, at
Incarcerated, must of them, Jack
Well, I made it most of the way
Hey, I got a good job, with good pay 
So, I am getting married, on this day
This wedding ceremony worked out, you know, okay
Now, its time to celebrate, this way
Just friends and family to congregate, up in this place
Man, this wedding reception is great
Yeah, it is dark outside and it is getting late
I need to step outside to meditate
I got something special for my baby girl
Then, I grabbed my keys and my coat
Casually, I jet to my car
Well, I did not get very far
I heard gunshots ring through the air
So, I got nervous, with great despair
Sure, you feel the tempers flair
I see the man, packing the heat
You feel the anger in these streets
The words began to shout, no doubt
Boy, put your hands up, behind your head, before we roll out 
We have no problem here, Mr. Man
I just want to get some stuff out my car
The policeman said no, then pointed the assault weapon, at my head
Now, freeze, step down, and put that body on the ground 
Then, I reached down for my car keys, with my left hand
Homey, those bullets blasted out, like jet rockets
Suddenly, they burst a few rounds, up inside of me
I receive multiple bullets from my head to my knees
They decided not to incarcerate me, 
Instead, they invited me to this 50 bullet wedding, without the bride or groom

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