parti
HEY HEY HEY WHOO OH OH A OH
di grand entrance chance, chance, dance
mek lively, lovely choreographed entries, dance dance dance
entrée dance dance, dance bridal parties.
everyone juz celebrated be joyous be hardy
dis di first dance newlyweds share,
maja, romantic moment for di center
for in di room.
Afrobeats and highlife love
songs set a festive mood
for di dance floor- amour, amour
celebration
HEY HEY HEY WHOO OH OH A OH
The Grand Entrance chance, chance, dance
Make lively, lovely choreographed entries, dance dance dance
Entrée dance dance, dance bridal parties.
Everyone juz celebrated be joyous be hardy
This the First Dance Newlyweds share,
intimate, romantic moment in the center pair
in the room.
Afrobeats and highlife love
Songs set a festive mood
On the dance floor- amour, amour
9/3/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
Full House.
The little house in the poor part of the town
The walls are looking ready to burst.
When the newlyweds were young, it was small
for them, and they spoke of getting another one.
Time was hard, and one child after another
was born, eight in all.
The long-ago newlywed joked they had to
wait to get the house back when
The children became adults and could find their
own place to live; it took time
and finally they were alone, but not at peace,
The whole quarter of rickety houses was
being erased like removing memories of hard times,
And the bulldozers came.
The couple got a small flat in a high-rise building
and with their children moving in or out
According to their bad luck in life,
The small flat was soon full of bickering adult children.
I feel your warm embrace this summer day.
Out naked and awaiting your caress.
To burn with hot desire - while I lay
My heart and soul are yours now to possess.
We touch and mingle, soon we will entwine.
I’ll beg for more and want you deep within.
Connected, I am yours and you are mine
Our climax high shall reach once we begin.
I know you’ll not abandon me at will,
For we are like two lover’s - newlywed.
My racing heart for you is never still.
As I stretch out again on my sunbed.
My love for Summer’s sun is no mistake.
There’s nothing better than a hot sunbake.
Where did I get these grandma hands?
Yesterday I was sixteen
Driving my first car
A Ford I bought from Joey K
I blew the doors off it
My skin is mottled; I look like a distorted giraffe
One who is limping a little and needs a walker in the winter
When arthritis in his ankles flare up
When did my neck get these unsightly rings?
Yesterday I was nineteen, a newlywed,
A young mother,
Yesterday it was 1972
Time is a cruel trickster
Age is its sidekick
I am not amused
Tom cat got a bunch of wedding cake smeared in his face
By six ex-wives who thought he was a grooming disgrace.
Always marrying someone else, a sleezy one this time too.
This was meowed by wife number six, I think her name was Boo.
Who invited them? Tom yelped out with a disdained screech.
He was interrupted by wife five’s not so very nice speech.
His sixty-five kittens surrounded their marrying dad.
You are not a good groom, one of them said. You are a cad.
The marriage had not been consummated yet, so this was the time.
For the newlywed bride to turn and run away from this slime.
Instead, she wiped the wedding cake off of his face.
And said “He is number seven for me, and not any disgrace.”
A young newlywed colleen from Clones*
Surprised her husband with freshly baked scones.
Said the hubby, named Keith,
"Dear, I don't mean to beef,
But my teeth are more suited to biscuits than stones."
*A small town in Western County Monaghan, Ireland.
!!!Happy Saint Patrick's Day, P S!!!
.
Pouting
day long
Save mine arrive
Smiling in the settee
hern cute
limp
*shadang; there'z the sum who missed this
(this be the double entendre) like-
wise, as for mineself, there'z surly
no indecent within this write..okay,
risque' ,)
a leisurely spring day with a friendly southernly wind from the west
I hang from an oak tree nearly hitting my round chin on my flat chest
from homes of unsuspecting neighbors, I hear dainty titters and more.
doddering Mrs. McCollough left for rancid happy foods grocery store.
bullish Rutherford rerun, the angry wife throws out all his same stuff.
he kicks the set kitchen table over before leaving in an angry loud huff.
i am enthusiastically spying in my unassuming upside-down pose.
Super confident that I now know much more than anyone knows.
nose reports Mr Clerkoff is baking a raspberry cobbler again - yum!
ears relay newlywed wife has her puppy dog groom well under her thumb. dangling fingers gently touch the soft dew born grass; I am relaxed too.
if you have not had this kind of gleaning education, I feel sorry for you.
A lady and a pillow
I read about a woman who, when going abroad
takes a pillow from her bedroom, one with printed flowers
and smells of yesterday’s shampoo and rinse
not a silly little heart-shaped pillow was given to
the newlywed with a knowing wink and smarmy smile
so, what do I know about anatomy or the structure
of a skeleton?
The lady with her cushion doesn’t stay in the youth motel
but a proper hotel, where they say: “Does the madam
like a cup of tea? She sweetly smiles, wishing the question
had been of a sultry nature
The roaming woman visits art galleries and museums
dines at a nice restaurant that has white tablecloths
wide chairs and soft music
“Does the madam like dessert?” She sweetly smiles, but
wishes the question had been daring, what she whispers
to the pillow.
All but vanished but now revivified
The old stone mansion...
Where the last surviving member of the rich family died
New grown roses lie there abed
Pink for women, yellow for gents...
For children, orange and red
The family cemetery remains- in which all who have passed
Old and moss covered 'cept the old man "Luther's"
'Cause he died...the last
Refurbished with paint- the old mansion looks new
There's a stone plaque on the new lawn
A remembrance- for all the friends they once knew
A new family resides there now- known as the "Proctor's"
A newlywed couple...
Whose both parents were doctors
The wife is a painter, the husband is a hard-working roofer
Her name is "Rose"
His name is "Luther"
This or That, Vol 14 Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Edward Ibeh
10/25/2022
A cotton ball cloud drifting overhead
Suddenly becomes a miniature poodle,
Then dancing slowly, like a newlywed
Becomes a pompom for Yankee Doodle.
Disappearing like an aloof desert mirage
In an updraft completely unexpecting
Silently pours upward in a sudden barrage
Invisible danger in nature unsuspecting.
Vanishing, as we say, into cold thin air.
No longer discernible to our naked eyes
Who goes where high-flying clouds dare
When they choose to blithely vaporize.
From whence they come, what shape
They show us for our imaginary games
We who marvel at them, mouths agape
We seldom even know their real names.
Written May 31, 2021
Seven years
I’ve tucked ‘em away
Seven years
Been hoarding it all
Seven years
For a rainy day
Seven years
Better get on the ball
Potting shed, potting shed
Gonna build me a potting shed
Potting shed, potting shed
Tears to the eyes of the newlywed
Potting shed, potting shed
Joy in the garden and all the beds
Potting shed, potting shed
Planting and potting, that’s what she said
A fool and his barns
In the back of my mind
A fool and his barn
Been storing too much
A fool and his barns
Lord’s words weren’t kind
A fool and his barns
His possessions a crutch
The one barn is full now
Seen this coming with dread
With all that I’ve hoarded
Need to build me that shed
Better keep this one smaller
Don’t build bigger, He said
Hope my life’s not required
See the dawn here instead
Don’t assume, and don’t presume
Just because you’re making room
Might be building your very own tomb
But springtime’s coming, get ready to bloom
The photographer did not have to tell this bride and groom to not smile.
He had not photographed such a dour newlywed couple ever in his life.
The man looked totally miserable, as did his unhappy looking wife.
They both looked angry, upset, and totally uptight.
The photographer thought this might be a dismal wedding night.
Aggravated assault;
Innocent bystanders screaming what's up;
And the bridal cup;
Newlywed burning bed;
Observation;
Destination;
Destitution arrival;
Glorious survival;
And the funeral march;
Does not start;
You have a mission;
Through your the the derision;
Innervision intervention;
You often mention;
Destination;
Observation
Repentance sinner;
Mercy Grace now makes me a winner;
Embraced a new warmth now a new choice;
Father God has given me His Son;
Now rebirth and born again;
Satan lost God has won;
Mercy Grace all over the place
Destination observation turn my life around now I'm homeward bound;
Salvations arrival;
Has me a survival;
UXTAPOSITION 2
Berceuse for a Deceased Loved One
So many walk,
eyes cast downward,
Draped in black,
Bruised and battered
By the sting of death.
Their loved one placed
Among the community
Of the non-living, who
Will now attend
To their future needs.
Waltz for a Newlywed Couple
Across the town,
Faces lift skyward,
Adorned in white,
Young love’s promises
Dreams to be fulfilled,
And new life generated.
They take their place
In the community
Of the living, who
Will now attend
To their future needs.
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.