Garden Wedding Poems and Vows

I stand and wait by the garden gate My object of affection is fashionably late When she appears she will be mine For a wedding is planned to celebrate.

Married by a de-frocked priest [the folks didn't have a clue ] the day was mostly sunny, the geese were quaking too! My groom it seems was fretin' but my brother well [he knew ] Mary Jane was just the thing to go with cheese fondue! Pond side, down garden path the flower girl was crying the ring bearers pillow dropped the brides maids were sighing! Missing Mom finally showed, her ex in tow with tootsie what delight, what painful fright and me the raving beauty! What a day, that 26th of May I should have guessed, you know when the wedding suites' door stuck, they gave us free bordeaux.

all a dimple in my face as four metal plates say thank you what were you thinking to blow my face as I teach your little girl to blow a world as each petal a seed and the envelope hold four and go fetch me six more to make a ten and if twenty we have a garden and make an happy couple

A sister's love Patient and true We've been together all our lives Lived through the bad times The good times And the blessings Life is a garden to grow You add flowers and vegetables and vines of strength Manny and Irene We believe your vine will be strong and grow continuously For many years down the road We are blessed to be your sister We are truly happy you meant someone you could grow old with forever In your garden of life

PRODUCED WEDDING FIASCO If cantaloupe Could elope and marry a honey dew melon What would happen If a cabbage out grows the garden As crabgrass and dandelions rapes the fruits and vegetables All this and inclement weather What's the matter Cantaloupe cancels the wedding? Why! you may ask amongst the dandelions and crabgrass Because they cantaloupe 7/30/18 written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018

The stage was set, the guests now all arrived A bright sun shone o'er garden paths and flow'rs The groomsmen sparred and raced about outside Some bridesmaids danced and laughed 'midst leafy bow'rs Yet heard in distant realms, the rumble of Spring show'rs Alas, cried she, dared Ze-us spoil this Day Alack, moaned he, the gods will have their Way

Through our wish Through our goals Through our done mean Through a compliment decide by the garden Minute having a coming -- Minute always passing, creating A matter turn alive We not confused reality came from mentality -- On goals for, married being us cute Thou, through wish goals merged of our mean The garden the memories Over the minutes coming And always sort a matter From reality, from mentally Flying on the handle.

The canopy was beaming beneath radiant stars, as whirling wedding night dances swirled round and round the garden … But her husband crippled, his manhood puerile, Fate untied their sterile knot of desire. The world seemed to shrug; she felt herself scorned. Passersby avoided her eyes ... Was it she'd been abandoned, deficient found? Or had the clock just run out on her cries? July 01, 2018

Furnances, cast-iron, will wrought a deadly terrain; The mulling of our spirit has Juggled words of gods out of our mouths While we hide like moths, Thus life begins an affair with a new universe Where furnances are allowed To crawl the garden grounds as our hearts watch Aflame with plummage.