Long Wedding party Poems
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Weddings most often take place in June because...
a. It's the traditional month
b. More flowers are in bloom then
c. Mother's coerce their daughters to choose it
d. As a little girl, it was the bride-to-be's dream
A wedding planner is most often used to...
a. Prevent the bride from becoming Bridezilla
b. give the groom an excuse to not make a decision
c. deal with overbearing mothers
d. take charge so the couple doesn't decide to elope
Choosing a wedding gown presents a dilemma when...
a. no one likes the only dress the bride loves
b. the bride's mother will only pay for the one she chooses
c. the groom is present and only wants a sexy gown
d. the bride cries when she tries on every gown in the store
There's nothing worse than a bride's mother who...
a. thinks she's the bride, living vicariously through her daughter
b. dresses like she's 20 when she's actually 50 and 'fluffy'
c. gives the groom's mother the evil eye
d. flirts with the groom's handsome father
In dealing with choosing a wedding party, there will be...
a. bridesmaids who refuse to wear a certain color
b. jealousy among them to be the maid of honor
c. fighting over who should catch the bouquet
d. at least one who will flirt shamelessly with the groom
The wedding day becomes a disaster when...
a. It's storming and no back up plan was made
b. the bride can't fit into her size 4 dress after gaining 20 lbs.
c. the couple realizes now that they should've hired a planner
d. the flower girl has a temper tantrum halfway down the aisle
e. yes, of course, this is the place for an "all of the above"
When it's time to recite their vows...
a. the bride blubbers so much she can't speak hers
b. the groom forgot to write his and ad libs, "Roses are red..."
c. the bride's ex starts speaking the ones he said to her
d. chaos reigns when two groomsmen take him down
At the reception, drama takes place when...
a. the best man's toast reveals the groom slept with all the bridesmaids
b. guests are complaining about terrible food, and no live music
c. the groom smashes cake all over the bride's face (hate that)
d. the bride, still holding the knife, threatens to use it
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There was a lady in her late thirties
She loved juicy gossip and kitty parties
Kids were two, an older boy and a younger girl
Naughty devils but the lady’s whole world
The lady was always in makeup from morning to night
Spending money on cosmetics you can imagine the lesser half’s plight
That never deterred her from buying new things in the markets
Every day there would be deliveries in boxes and baskets
One day the lady went to a wedding party with her little daughter
The daughter was so happy and enjoyed the party till the wee hour
While returning, it started to rain heavily and not a soul on the road
There was no cab to take them home nor transport of any mode
It rained and rained until their dresses were fully stained
With patches of dirt that clung, their bodies tired and strained
The waterproof makeup was no match for the heavy downpour
And washed away the grease from face in six minutes and four
The little girl was horrified to see a stranger holding her tiny arm
In a stuttering voice, she asked “Aunty where is my pretty mom?
Why are you holding my arm and where are you taking me?
I want my mom, you witch, don’t think you’ll have me for free”
With that, the little girl began shouting and shrieking
In no time a sizeable crowd gathered from nothing
They enquired about the reason for the commotion
The lady replied quivering with fear and emotion
That the makeup had washed away leading to confusion
The little girl did not recognize her mother due to misconclusion
The heavy rain had washed away all remnants of vanity
And she now stood before her child like a criminal, about to lose her sanity
That day she understood the importance of looking at her original self
And to never wear makeup to confuse the child and fake herself
The little girl, all grown up and beautiful whenever goes down memory lane
She laughs out loud but neither the mother nor she wore makeup again
We went to a Chinese restaurant, but couldn’t get a seat
The waiter found us a table, and said we were in for a treat.
A wedding party was booked, he said, we would join them
We decided to say yes, sat down and waited and then…
The waiters rushed out, the bride arrived, resplendent in a gown of white
A creation that was gorgeous, her tattooed shoulders caught the light
No groom was there by her side, just a pageboy and three bridesmaids
The page a little boy of five suddenly on his way he got waylaid…
A tank of fish by the door, amused the bored little boy
Especially when he threw his car in, it was his ‘must behave toy.’
The best man arrived; he saw the bride, he whispered in her studded ear
She banged the table with her fist, there was no doubt we all could hear.,,
"The ‘bast*** I am sick of him, and you are the one to blame
You should have stopped him getting drunk, god why did I take his name?
Get the kids off the floor, get that car out of the tank of fish?
When their father gets here, get them to bring the Chop Suey wedding dish…"
The groom arrived looking abashed, his tie slung over his shoulder
“Get these bloody kids controlled or they’ll not get very much older.”
The bride jumped up and raised her dress, not only her garter did we see
She raised her dainty black jack boot, and kicked him in the knee…
"They are your bloody kids you know, and if you don’t control them soon
I’m telling you right now- we are not going on our honeymoon."
By this time all of us began to thank, the waiters for finding us a seat
They had not been wrong when they told us, we were in for a wonderful treat...
A True Story
© ~GG~ 20/11/2012
I went back to the place where we had our Reception
Saw the window under which I sat
A new wife; full of hope, full of joy
Anticipating my life ahead with you
Oh! It's as if the ten years hadn't passed
So fresh and powerful was the memory
The tapestry bench no longer there
But the grand old fireplace
With its pot belly stove
And attractive iron guard
Still stand majestic to this day
The coat of arms has disappeared
So too the plastic swords that mock their sting
But the soft, ambient lights remain
Against the thick tudor beams
And the gentle song of conversation
Harmonizes with the tinkle of glasses
I remember well our wedding party
How we cut the cake
And pretended to fight over the first slice!
We sucked in the helium gas
Of the pretty "just married" balloons
And spoke in a high, squeaky voice!
The company was intimate, friendly
Full of celebration and good cheer
So much has happened in that decade
But I have absolutely no regrets
In having the gold band on my finger
I am honoured to be Mrs Forth-Eglon
Thank you so much for being my husband
Through laughter and through tears
We've witnessed joy but also sorrow
Deep in my heart
I hope you know who I am
It's been a long journey for you, my love
You don't have to keep fighting
If you want to fall asleep, go ahead
But darling, let me tell you this
Thank you for ten wonderful years
I know that in the glorious future
We will be together forever
I look forward to seeing you there
I never felt a part of things,
Never felt like I belonged,
Never felt like I was wanted,
And I always really longed,
To feel like someone wanted me,
To feel like I fit in,
To be included in the things,
With family and friends.
For reasons that I couldn't know,
I always got pushed back;
Kept quiet and out of their way,
As though somehow I lacked,
Some social graces that perchance,
Might cause some consternation,
If I should come into the room,
And spoil their celibration.
I could have some food, some cake,
Then get out of the way.
Don't mingle with the guests at all,
Sit down if you will stay.
My sister's wedding hurt the most,
That's when I really saw,
I was like a well known guest,
Not part of things at all.
They did not even want me,
In the picture with them all.
I was told to stand aside,
And wait till I was called.
Not part of the wedding party,
I was not allowed,
To be photographed along with them,
In case it might becloud,
My sister's perfect moment,
Immortalized in time,
And I did not fit in with them,
There wasn't room in line;
And so it's been most of my life,
Rejected most by those,
Who should be closest to me,
Even the mate I chose;
So it's no wonder that I built,
A wall for my protection.
When I reached out I got pushed back,
I'm tired of such rejection.
Judy Ball
It's very important to consider the feelings of your children.
What happens to us in our formative years often stays with us forever.
When wealth is determined by the number of guns one owns.
When a wedding party is a family barbeque, and the wife needn't change last
names.
When only the very richest owns a bathroom.
Where soap has yet to be discovered.
Where squirrel brains is a main course.
Where your doctor wears a plaid shirt.
Where teeth are rarer than diamonds.
Where coon-skin caps are fashionable.
Where the one room school is underused.
Where the smartest people study comic books.
Where your dad is also your uncle.
Where a woman shaving her legs is a waste of razors.
Where the closest thing to a car is a mule named Sarah.
Where night-crawler worms are considered a snack food.
Where people still wonder who will win the Civil War.
Where television is the technology of the future.
Where everyone knows the earth is flat.
Where the moon is still thought to be made of cheese.
Where medicine is dispensed from a wagon.
Where that medicine is always Dr. Dermatosis's Magic Elixir.
Where the postman makes a yearly visit, and wonders why.
Where Tom's Tidbits is considered scholarly literature.
Where English muffins are considered foreign food.
Where English muffins are described as having "Crooks and Nannies".
Where no one knows what a "nanny" is, anyway.
Where Spike Jones is the romantic crooner.
Though I can't attend your wedding party yet,
My respect and admiration for you are great.
Invited, I let my inspiration flow like a vast lake,
I'll write this dedication on paper and then send.
I won't hide anything from you as usual,
A land of feelings, a sea of verses casual.
Let me dedicate a poem to your ambition,
As if it were a party of mine, to mention.
What you sow, that’s what you’ll reap,
Children learn all they can from home.
It doesn't matter that clothes are expensive or cheap,
The matter is what values you are bequeathing from.
We are both hail from the same village,
A valuable, respected pair in the community.
Dauther makes clothes, if she sees her mother,
With a father, the son will conform to unity.
Your deeds resonate in the hearts of people,
You are the descendant of the land you come from.
May the young ones' household be strong and stable,
May God bless it and bring prosperity to them.
If you catch the scent of grandchildren in the future,
That’s when true happiness will come your way.
If anyone asks who wrote this poem of nature,
Say the author is Aibek, my friend, by the way.
My town nicknamed, ‘Mini Dubai’, burgeoned and branched
on the bank of Kanoli canal like a tamarind seed.
Now the silvered canal sprawls on its death bed.
Busy pedestrians walk down
an ancient bridge built by the British.
As the traffic light has lost its eye balls,
a potbellied policeman dances and controls.
Jalopies groan, and modern cars whiz.
A long whistle: an ambulance with the wounded
and a van with the wedding party halt side by side
as the southern and northern hemispheres
of emotions meet at a single point.
Nostalgic smell of the canal sops in the sizzling tang from a cafeteria.
The splurging women whirl in the hurry wind among the concrete
buildings seething under the tanning rays. The stink of sweat and
the aroma of the Arabian perfumes choke the air in shops, where,
sometimes, the chicanery peeks through the glassed. The
applications drafted in blood and salt scurry to the offices nearby –
only to get the obsequies in the waste baskets. The sots creep like
snakes in the yard of Snadra Bar.
A crow sits on an electric post and watches all beneath
with a smile of wisdom
Dashing to the Registry
With my bride to be, to be.
Under blue skies with blue shoes.
Wedding bands and promises,
Held tight, till later…
I do
Fanciful footwork and fireworks
The most glorious country wedding.
Marquees and marvellous speeches,
Swirling and twirling with fabulous friends.
My love – my true love…
I do
Called to a photoshoot,
Practiced in shadows and in light
A new bride – but just for the show of it.
The venue, the dream.
For others to see…
I do
Singing and dancing on stage.
Directors calling and orchestra playing.
The rehearsals and the movements.
Creating something from nothing.
For enjoyment of life itself…
I do
(I do, I do, I do, I do, I do)
Under soaring osprey’s gaze
And the gathering silver eye
I take my bride to the edge of the view
For more wedding party vows.
Paella and beers, close family, and friends.
We dance into the night,
By the light of the moon...
I do
In a two-door
gold-colored 1973
Ford Maverick with
a black vinyl top,
49 Christmases ago,
In the winter of 1973,
from Chicago, we headed south.
My wife's brother was getting married
on Christmas day, and I was a member of
the wedding party. We were a bit fearless
and young. It was very cold, and we were very
bold. But we really should have known better.
Less than a hundred miles out, the wet and the
cold turned to ice, and the road became slippery.
As I attempted to weather the Icy Road, my stubbornness
quickly manifested itself, but not for long. The weather won.
Young and bold, but we were not foolish and ignorant.
We canceled our plans and spent Christmas with older
friends in the area. It was a different but safe Christmas.
Many Christmases ago, we learned to respect the weather.
My wife and I were gifted One Icy Christmas with a precious
memory, which now hangs on the tree of our hearts.
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