My darling bride,
You are so beautiful,
You are so sweet,
Your beauty is not
Merely skin deep,
You look so graceful,
So poised, so neat,
With you by my side,
I feel so complete.
I
Was there ever a marriage for one?
Would that be fun.
Post-marriage ceremony I mean
Skip much ceremony
But let TWO seem as ONE
II
WHEN u come TWOgether
This new spelling focuses the matter:
Union, Binding Oath, Vows
Kids if the Universe allows
III
These days couples remain a couple
Not even THREEgether, people!
Let alone TENgether as past families
Back to 'together' I hope u see
To To's equal FOUR. A hint Fourgether
Will introduce u to Jesus Forever
Loving family members gather around the
bed of a dying soul, awaiting transformation
Fiftieth wedding anniversary, twists and turns
A marriage ceremony in a quaint town
A college degree conferred upon the star athlete
Homecoming queen
Cheerleading team
Marching band
Dark or light tan
Youthful angst navigating a treacherous world
Trying to find meaning amongst cruel jabs and
Malicious blows
Innocence stolen as fast as the rising wind
As swift as an eagle
Jubilant Cries
Truthful lies
Fall leaves
Evergreen trees
A nightly visitor in the form of a train drowns the screams and
cries of a helpless soul looking for solace, for peace
No one comes
No help arrives
Painful moments
usher in a new dawn
The soul of an undiscovered love
Looming on
The horizon
Loving family members gather around the bed of a woman, pregnant
with hope, waiting to be born.
Awake! Awake! Awake!
Oh hear Oh Israel!
Oh hear Oh Chosen people of the Lord!
Your promised Messiah has already come.
Your victorious Messiah is coming back again.
We do not know the day nor the hour of his
soon appearing.
in the middle of clouds, your will meet him there.
Awake! Awake! Awake!
Oh hear Oh Church!
Oh hear Oh body of Jesus Christ.
Your long awaited Messiah has already come.
Your ruling Messiah is coming back again.
In the twinkling of an eye,
You shall meet him in the middle of cloudy sky.
Awake! Awake! Awake!
Oh hear Oh Bride of Christ!
O hear the blessed receivers
of everlasting life.
Make yourselves ready to meet
your bride groom. Your
marriage ceremony shall happen soon.
Awake! Awake! Awake!
Oh hear Oh nations of this sinful world!
Every tribe, tongue, and nation.
Every man, every woman, and every
boy and girl. Those of you who believe.
Look upwards towards the sky.
With awesome wonder in your eyes.
Your redemption is very soon.
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
December 31, 2019
Shoot me to death with pearls
or cut my throat with a diamond;
because I’m yours to have but not to hold.
But if I tell him I love him,
then I’m at his mercy.
I just want to know if he could love
me.
I don’t want a singer to croon this love away,
I don’t need a musician to tune all this into another day…
Hang me around your
neck.
I didn’t like it when you touched me that way.
But if I tell him I love
him, then I’m at his mercy.
I just want to know if he could love
me.
Angie’s blind eyes wander aimlessly in their sockets,
one white as the belly of a snake, the other a pointless blue.
She has one dress she wears every day, and a cane that is
without tip and has lost most of its red paint.
In the building she has memorized even the pale illusions
well enough to scoot about without hesitation.
She likes no one.
She likes me.
Thinks she is JFK, talks of herself quite lucidly and with
deadly accurateness.
Found herself a spirit-lover, asked me to perform a
marriage ceremony for them. It’s a sad
life with no one in it, although that does not apply to me,
who loves my self-imposed isolationism beyond reason.
I find a pretty stone broach, a stuffed teddy bear holding a
red satin heart that says, “I love you…” and a doll with
ribbons in its hair - these were her dowry.
I say the words over my open Bible, inviting blasphemy
to call out my name.
Now, she has become a Velcro-shadow.
When I am ill her zeal to cure me is fanaticism incarnate.
Foolish woman, I - who chose her own path to trod,
but along the way tripped over a crippled bird that is sure
to peck her to death.
She trembled in anticipation
Dressed in white the perfect bride
She was surrounded by people
Who nodded and who smiled,
They were all apart of creating this ceremony,
Even though she did not want this,
Even though she was under age,
The marriage ceremony and this bond
Had been created well beyond
Her power to control or resist,
She was here Powerless
And if she had run
And if she had hid,
Her family would have paid the price for it,
They would have to live, a life of shame
She could not allow this in her name,
Her groom who was so much older
Went to great lengths to let her know that,
There was no choice
And no way out,
Of this fact she had no doubt.
So married she was, though under age
Another victim of legalised child abuse and no doubt rape,
All of this against her will
No chance to appeal,
Or show her rage
It's a ceremony of shame.
I look for emotions from you when you are a fighting sky. The sparks look first golden like your heart and then silvern like your silence. I use them in my cup of poetry.
I seek them from you when you are knitting the story of rain. I love the way you do it for the soil in turmoil and for my dream as well. None can live without a dream. Our sweet realities we very often get in ecstasy from our dream, woven with your hands, woven with the fluffy wool of cloud.
I look for emotions from you when you are rain coming down in heavy downpour all on a sudden delighting the girl planting saplings of rice in the field. She looks for an umbrella and if possible a coloured one she came across in the city that she visited to participate in a marriage ceremony and was on the roof with the brother of the groom, when the rains came.
The more I can hear and touch your emotions the more are the likes my poems earn.
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July 13, 2017 // For Contest: Show Me: Sponsored by: Catie Lindsey
We bid farewell to our eldest daughter
In her marriage ceremony with full honour
The traditional farewell by a brother
To his sister that morn was an emotional crusher
The following morning we had a visitor
A talking parrot found our home cosier
He fluttered around and called out 'Father'
We adored our little addition, my husband's admirer
March 20, 2016
Contest :It Was One Of Those Mornings
Sponsor : Sara Kendrick
Such a Pretty Site to See
The thing about you that most I miss
Is the thrill I feel from your sweet kiss
All of the sensations I am overcome by
Warmth of bodies when together we lie.
On your sleek finger ring soon did slide
And now together forever we will abide
After marriage ceremony was complete
Will love you more when our lips meet.
After all is over and also said and done
You will always be my one and only one
Who in do continually enjoy and delight
Truly such a beautiful and pretty sight.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Mother
My Mom is a mother, grandmother, preacher,
That was married to my dad, a mother of four daughters, three sons, and lost one daughter
Who loves God's earth creation, freedom to do as she wishes, loves to preach
Who hated not being heard when she is preaching the Word, staying home, and turkey
Who fears of losing touch with God, a loved one, or health?
Who would like to see her own church built, to perform the marriage ceremony of all her children and grandchildren, and see them all succeed and be happy, and see her brothers and sisters?
Born and resides in Texas
Loved Mom
12/25/2015
Poetry Contest: Tell Us About Your Mom
Sponsored by: Judy Konos
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