Set aside thy lists,
calm busy thoughts
censure the process of unease
Forsake the thousand cares
and working of worries
that kill the heart
In the market of men
choose not a less perfect love
whom grace briefly affects
Let him not marry for an
alliance with authority
the warrant of wealth
or polluted lust
Let her not marry out of
a fear of long bachelorship
wicked spirit or tender virginity
for these are worthless bargains
Marriage cannot bind
the workings of thy thought
or the passion of the nuptial bed
Marry for love, breathe for love
that years of impossibly guiltless
comfort may be thy privilege
.
.
A song for this:
Today i met the boy i'm gonna marry by Darlene Love
I want to bring you home in your wedding dress,
Like a beautiful flower to sunlight,
I want you in your best,
My queen.
I have a ring size,
It's just your perfect fit,
Now all I am asking is:
Will you marry me?
I want to wake with scents of you,
With troubles and doubts really being few,
I want to make you meals,
Soups, quick chops and sometimes, stew.
I have a ring size,
It's just your perfect fit,
Now all I am asking is:
Will you marry me?
Yes we would bask in this wine called love,
Mate for life like little turtle doves,
A madness for affection,
One we'll need no cure.
I have a ring size,
It's just your perfect fit,
Now all I am asking is:
Will you marry me?
I speak a language,
One only your body understood,
A tongue you spoke,
One only I could interpret.
I have a ring size,
It's just your perfect fit,
Now all I am asking is:
Will you marry me?
"Paint with paint or paint with words just make it breathless." By Poet
When we stop to think,
what makes us really breathless?
The colors in the big bright sky,
as the sun awakens or goes to sleep?
The cry of a new born baby,
being welcomed into the world?
As a teen life is new to us,
like getting our first kiss?
Remember your first Ferriss wheel ride,
up so very high seeing for miles?
Seeing you walk into the room,
will I marry you some day?
Breathless moments come throughout our life,
sharing both good and bad times.
I want to marry YOU!!!
You complete me in everything I ever wanted to become or do or who to be with,
It is U I miss dearly,
Your loved seemed to tease me,
Yet, in the end it brought me ease,
Even pleading and begging on my knees, Yet, will you be true?
I do very much, even still, love YOU bunches,
Would you want to do lunches?
I am trying to be all that I can be, Life has never really been easy,
Yet, it gets cheesy, hopefully NOT sleazy sometimes,
But in the end, I am in love with YOU and could stop making rhymes,
You are my all, my reason to fall, and pickup every phone call,
We still have time to make it to the ball Cinderella...
Want to let me be your fella? NOT felon... I am NOT selling, I’d b yours, be Mine?
It is a beautiful morning,
And I’m lazily waking up—
From another dream of you,
Wishing I could sleep again, to continue it.
In that boundless land of imagination,
You and I walked a golden aisle,
Exchanging hearts instead of vows,
Then set off to build our forever.
Love was the air we breathed.
We birthed little ones who bore our smiles,
And with each passing day,
We grew ever closer—soul to soul.
Beautiful one, words may sound like clichés,
But still, I dare to say: I love you.
And I call heaven to witness this vow—
That I will marry you.
Sheila had a flippancy that made sauciness look the norm.
Her impish ways and playfulness took Jim away by storm.
Her moxie and ***** showed him the meaning of true grit.
She truly got her backbone when he tried to end it after a bit.
I warned you said his mother; his father gave a laugh.
He understood his son, he had taken a similar path.
His wife was moxie personified;, she always got her way.
He married her, because it was easier, that’s all he had to say.
Saturday was our one day,
seeing our friends and laughing.
Couple on wood skating floor,
around we loved to go~go.
He held me so very tight,
as the fun music played on.
He asked me to marry him.
she attended a wedding one week before her wedding was to be
priest said never marry someone in your life you do not want to forever see
forever is a long time, so make sure you are proud of them
She went home troubled, knowing she had to break up with Tim
He had caused her heartache, his betrayals were many
Including being caught in a tryst with her friend Penny
She told him I am sorry, I cannot marry you.
He knew it was right; this did not come out of the blue.
For some, it’s a softer escape
A flight from silence, not quite love
As if a ring alone could mend a soul
Bruised by too many “maybe tomorrows."
To others, it’s help dressed in vows
A lifeline tied to daily needs
To fatten the pig at market day
Turn union into means to feed.
Some whisper “love” with shaky lips
But love to them, what does it mean?
Is it just sighs without the bills
Or bait to catch a selfish dream?
Why do you marry, tell me this
If the night still bores you
If you believe a wedding solves
What truth and time refuse to fake?
Sue's
surprise
birthday treat.
A romantic
picnic on the beach
with roses and champagne.
Bill kneels down, and proposes
then produces a diamond ring
Will she marry him ... what do you think?
To Me
to me your love looks inward
you only serve yourself
from where I sit, no one else is included
even I am left out
why did we marry
I am waiting ready to marry,
My love there for you to embody,
It's just begging for you to carry,
So just shun that busybody.
Come! Let's just merry,
I love you just come.
[The first 5-lines is an excerpt from my poem, "Your vase filled my vase with love" (2024)]. The sixth line was formed by taking a word per line from the first 5 lines.
My hubby prefers silver to gold
Got married to save his soul
It’s a lesson well learned
Better marry than to burn
But he still wants to be cuckold
If biscuit dipped in curry’s what he likes,
What use needless flurry on what he likes?
O be not so narrow-minded a man,
At least east-west marry in what he likes.
Let them say, ne’er the twain shall meet,
If they do, why worry in what he likes.
___________________________
Ghazal (tongue-in-cheek) |01.11.2024|humour, east-west
Poet’s note: Dipping a biscuit in tea seems widely accepted a practice. In west a scientific study (yes, scientific) has been done on how long a biscuit should ideally be dipped in tea. Around four seconds, it says. A little less and the biscuit is not optimally soft. A little more, and it would be too soggy, and a portion might even fall in tea. But here is this guy who dips his biscuit in daal (Indian curry)! This short Ghazal of three couplets has its own take on it.
Poet’s note: based on a Gujarati Muktak by Naaz Mangroli as under:
Daal nee saathe ae biscuit khaye chhe,
Aemaan taaraa baapnu shun jaaye chhe?
Sankuchit drishhtinu taaree shun karu?
Poorva-pashchim aektaa to thaaye chhe!
The saying goes is true:
"A woman is a reflection of her husband."
If the husband is full gain in suffering
You see that in the wife
Though how beautiful is the woman
If you are in a wrong man
It will have no degree
Of beauty if the heart suffer
You will see that in her face
One of the most important decision
You have to make in life is whom
You're going to marry
That decision will dictate
The rest of your life
Whether you will have a happy life
Or miserable one
Marry a good person
Your husband should always
Be by your side in all your happiness
Not the source of misery.
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