Long Weddings Poems
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To my left it stands weathered by seasons of time
Memories so many, absorbed in it's walls
Even a fire could not deny us of it's history
Ones thinks of the efforts to save this once fine structure
Now ram shackled to ruin, it brings tears to ones eyes
Built just before the Civil War, it hid many a lost soul
Many a storm caressed her wooden frame
Whilst sheltering beasts remained safe from nature's anger
Summertime's were so joyous with barn dances
Even weddings were celebrated within these walls
Sadly economics became it's downfall
My great grandfathers red barn, a shadow of it's former
As you travel through the mid west
There are many eyes like mine, viewing and sharing similar memories
On a small Scottish Island
Stands a castle of grey
Eilean Donan is its name
On Loch Duich in display
Like all our castles
In history they are steeped
They have seen many battles
And many, many weeps
But this castle is a star
Appearing in movies through the years
James Bond and The Highlander
Brought us spys and ancient peers
It is also used for weddings
Many memories for future says
Parents remember also
The day their daughter was given away
So to all my Souper friends
To Alba you must come
See these castles of grey
To the sound of the pipes and drums
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/scotland-3.php
I remember you happiness
through the early aroma
of grinded coffee beans
wafting gently from
the coffee corner shop
I remember you through
the freshly bread 'scent
from the baker's sour rising yeast.
I remember you through
musicians playing in piazas
through the buzzling sounds
of the city's cobbled alleys and streets
Through the children's laughter
running to ice-cream parlours,
Tourists in front of Cathedrals
Old people chit-chatting on benches
on a mid-springtime breeze .
I remember you happiness
through the eyes of new couples
strolling hand -in -hand by a sandy beach
Through the Sunday Mass and priest on the altar
Through morning picnic'gatherings
of relatives ,our dogs,and families.
I remember you happiness through
yachts birthing at the grand harbour
through aeroplanes landing in foreign lands
through moments of Birthdays and Weddings
A dinner shared with our closest friends.
Today Coffee Shops are empty
Restaurants are closed
Our island is a ghost town
How long this story goes?
Today I hear no airplanes'sounds
The yachts not to be seen
Cathedrals,Churches closed
Yet I pray on my knees.
Today there are no tourists here
All children are inside
This Covid 19 desease
is worst than and Boogey-men
It killed our people
Placed tears within our eyes
Today the only way to see my friends
is virtually on skyoe
My mothet's hug I'm to resist
So She remains alive
Today the world's a scary place
But together we will fight
With faith ,with love,
Determined like our ancestors
We leave this page behind.
Tomorrow there's a rainbow
Till then we have the rain
In rain's a silver -lining
From each loss there are lessons
Lessons we're to gain.
To appreciate our loved ones
Our island and this world
Together we will make it
This evil beast will end.
The Empty Wardrobe
I look in the empty wardrobe
And it looks so bare
I remember all of the clothes
That used to hang in there
The coat you wore to walk the dog
And the one you wore for best
The hat you always loved to wear
I said it looked like a bird’s nest
The blouse with lace you wore for weddings
And the jacket made of tweed
The numerous scarves of many colours
How many did you need?
Your faded wedding dress
That you hoped one day I’d wear
The veil to match hung with it
And the pearl slide for your hair
The purple dress you used to wear
When you sang in the youth choir
Strands still remained on the collar
Off that faux-fur stole you used to hire
Your pleated skirts of navy blue
Were folded in a drawer
Belts of matching colours
Hung inside the door
I look in the empty wardrobe
And think of what’s no longer there
And I can still picture you
In the clothes you used to wear
Addiction is debilitating and changes who you are
I have watched my friend's life empty of all meaning, losing everything she loved and it can be difficult to reconcile her choices
But are they choices?
For those untouched by addiction, it can appear selfish and within your control to stop, particularly as you lose everything satiable in your life
"What's wrong with her?", "she's so embarrassing!", "she needs to pull herself together"
And that is the indoctrination of addiction
It is harrowing to watch the alcohol consume the person you know and love
Alcohol the acceptable demon, lauded in a westernised society
And used to celebrate and commiserate in equal abandon
"Lets wet the baby's head" to celebrate a birth, "ooh lets have a drink" to celebrate birthdays, Xmas, weddings and christenings.
"Let's drown our sorrows" or "raise a glass" to commemorate or commiserate any kind of loss, death, or receiving bad news
If this is "normal" how can it be so wrong?
These societally acceptable expectations make tackling alcohol addiction so much more difficult to deal with
You don't just need to avoid pubs; you need to avoid restaurants, local shops, supermarkets, church and even holy communion!!
So why do we look down on those struggling with addiction?
We differentiate, theyre not like us
"They take things too far" or "They can't hold their liquor" as though this is a quality of some worthiness
Watching my friend I see it is more than that
The addiction is the symptom not the cause
The cause is feeling so at odds with her experiences and life that the only way she can deal with things is to block them out
Just to even start the day
We don't know what others have experienced
In the same situation could we honestly claim we would not lose ourselves in the same way?
Ladies, is your man wayward
when he has his vertical tinkle
and is the toilet seat down?
And isn't it time someone stood up
and spoke up against standing up
because of this problem's renown?
The toilet seat dilemma — up or down — which should it be
and can a marriage survive if two can't agree?
I've thought long and hard about this
being careful to think things through
both from his and her point of view
realizing he likes to stand two out of every three times
and only on the third will he take his pew
She likes to sit on every occasion
and needs the base of the seat down on the loo
Factoring in how women use the toilet on average six times more a day than men*
which is approximately nine times a day
it soon became clear the seat would need to be up only two out of nine times
assuming a man's aim was astray
If it wasn't astray then the seat could always be down
but alas, we all know how men like to clown
Of course a man's aim might be improved and the aperture widened lessening the woman's need of cleaning up after him
but the risk will always remain of her failing to see his yellow mark left on the rim
Pondering deeply one day in the very room of contention
I exclaimed 'Eureka!'
and not because anyone reeked
but because of discovering the answer I had seeked
Men are naturally lazy, so why do they stand?
Why don't they sit and be sure where they land?
*don’t they always seem to be in the bathroom?
### from David’s book Poems for Wedding Receptions & Poems Definitely NOT for Wedding Receptions!
So young myself, I was naive'
Without a doubt, I did believe
the babe, then latched, inside my womb
would cling to me eternally
Latched on, was he, as he was fed
Then later on, our hands instead
Not tall enough to open gates
I'd reach the latch for his escape
In time he grew to need more space
The bond we had, would stretch in place
and strain the threads that bound him home
He reached up high to join the wind
Yet ties remained, still ever strong
Years would pass, too soon, a man
Old ties would change, yet carry on
Love came along, as it should be
My eyes, if wise, must let it be
This union blessed, was good to see
Her love for you, the world could see
It didn't mean my son was gone
Songs are sung when lovers part
But no song for a mother's heart
When new adventures come one day
Those new roads take him far away
The man he is, has been set free
To be the man he wants to be
The child he was is never gone
She's letting go, yet holding on
If once, one wish were mine to choose
So many do my thoughts pursue
But one within my heart still yearns
If just one day, the clocks would turn
Together you and I would be
Sitting here among the trees
I would hold you close, upon my knees
then turn you loose, to join the leaves...
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First Poem Submitted To Poetry Soup
Written not long after the weddings of all three of my children
who were all married within 1-1/2 years of each other!
I must have been feeling the empty nest blues and all the changes that came along ! :)
We share in the sadness.
This unimaginable pain.
Children are not suppose to be taken away.
The school yard is silent
Where has the laughter gone?
The echo of angished spirits crying out to the Heaven
So much has been lost
First dances
Kisses, hugs
Graduations, Proms
Weddings, grandchildren, future generations lost.
What Gifts will we never see?
Innocence has been snatched from our grasp.
Will we ever be the same?
It is not possible!
Their deaths can not be avenged.
No sense can be made of the senseless.
We cling to our children
Try to comfort them
Will the victims have any comfort?
Will the World's tears console them?
Will their loss have been in vain?
Lock away the Guns
Change the way we think!
Our rights are secondary to the lives of our children.
Is not one life worth more than our right to bear Arms?
We can decide.
What choice will we make?
Tradition and dress
A nations finesse
Symbolic in style
By a country mile
The drone of the pipes
Tartan clad
Bonnie on the girls
Proud on the lads
Highland dancers
In kilted skirts
Grooms at weddings
Kilt and dirk
But our Tartan and Pipes
Go back many years
Led soldiers into battles
See the enemy fear
After Culloden
Both were banned
A country naked
At the English hand
Our clans of many
In colours so grand
Woven by weavers
Our women's hands
All over the world
Scots are spread
Taking their Tartans
Of green, blue and red
It's a welcome reminder
To the kin of their past
Never forgotten
Designed to last
This plaid of cloth
History enriched
Scottish pride
In every stitch
And like our pipes
From centuries past
This Scottish of Scots
Are here to last
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/scotland.php
True love does not care
True love is a dragon sleeping deep within the realms of our souls
Hibernated until awakened by its other half
Once alive it is an uncontrollable beast on the hunt
It destroys any notion you have held of love before
True love is simple and uncomplicated
True love is a creator of lives
And a destroyer of worlds
True love does not care if you are in the middle of a life
It will wreck you with its single mindedness
Those who judge have never felt true love
Or were lucky enough to find their other half first
True love does not care about weddings and appearances or social mores
True love cares about proximity
True love is a consumer
It devours time with fantasies and dreams
It takes in years as quickly as a mortal second
True loves thirst cannot be quenched
Once you have drank from truest love's lips
nothing will ever again quell the hunger
True love does not care about feelings
True love does not care about the pain of others
Only stopping the aching from separation of its other half
Only a human being is ignorant enough to slap the gods in the face over their gift
Only an arrogant human would fight a feeling so strong
Are we noble for hiding our pain for the sake of others
Are we lucky to have found each other and known truest simplest happiness for the briefest of times.
Are we lucky because our paths crossed and we were able to experience each other
Were we lucky to have made a connection so deep that most will never understand
Or are those who have never experienced the excruciating pain and joy of true love luckiest
To lead a life of quiet happy contentment or know the taste of the person put here for you.