Wedding Prose Poetry Poems

Oh, the beauty of the BELLS of my life.
First, there were the SCHOOL BELLS.
Great sounding BELLS recessing me;
Sad sounding BELLS returning me;
Guiding BELLS directing me...

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they are talking about fat quarters again
if you don’t know what they are, let me run this by you
thimble, needle, Elna, Singer, Brother, White
Could they...

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Stan was marrying Paula, an artist, and he was thrilled to bits
he had seen brides come down the aisle before
but nothing like this …..
she had...

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Gaslight me, baby.

I don't want to hear the truth. Tell me you love me. Say you need me. Promise you'll never leave me. Convince me...

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I can’t do this again
Memories go down the lane
Of our meeting
Looking at the Angel approach in the form of man

Handsome, cool and caring
That no woman...

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Lockheed, is a fictional Marvel Comic character.  An alien dragon.  He is the
size of a large cat with purple skin, yellow eyes, sharp...

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The bride walked down the aisle
at slow pace
With all the dignity and grace
like at funeral
I wanted her to turn
and run away.
She was all the girls...

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Dear God…Michelle here
Why did you have to pick her?
Why did you have to take my mom so soon?
Why did she have to go to heaven...

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Sheila was a princess the minute she put on the dress.
Made from blue taffeta, crisp new netting, and shiny satin.
Bodice trimmed with tiny seed pearls....

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It is a steampunk wedding, Great-Grandpa, his grandson said.
He had no idea what that meant but found out right away.
It is like Jules Verne’s 20,...

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Their wedding was toted “best of this century”
They had both been born wealthy.
Neither appreciated how rare this elegance was in 1930.
Their parents had kept it...

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Pinkie was a fluffy butterfly kind of faerie.
She was free spirited with a beautiful soul.
She cared about everyone, and they knew it.
People gravitated to her...

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The ivory hue of the dove-colored rain- cloud as it hovers; the opaque glitter of the sunlight as the rain-drops are shaken off of leaves...

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Hush, the snow falls,
such a yearning 
is mine..

the twilight enfolds
with soft, quiet convictions- 
charcoal sketches 

of a house-
snow-frosted slate shingles,
the siding in blue shadows 

with...

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In the photographs,
  times are submitted
    by the cameras and their
   phlegmatic blasé flashes ...
  They do not...

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