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Jaz 4d
The idea of ‘forever’ used to be impossible,
The thought of ‘eternity’ simply improbable.
But then I met you and it all makes sense,
The wedding, the kids, even the white picket fence.
“Till death do us part” isn’t that what they say?
Let’s focus on life and live it to the fullest everyday.
You make me believe in “happily ever after”,
I can’t wait for us to start this new chapter.


Love, Jaz
yesterday
i took part in
a latvian wedding
even though
i had no idea
what i was doing;
we formed a circle
with burning torches
and sang and chanted
and screamed
performing rituals
that the fathers
of their fathers
once performed

i was told that
the male guests
had given the groom
the strength of a bear
while the bride
was given wisdom
and encouragement
for the years to come
the bride and groom
were then bound
with symbolic chord
blessings and song
joining them together
by hand and heart

without being able
to speak the language
i had to guess or
discreetly ask
for explanations
from other guests
to understand
the significance
of each part;
watching the bride
and groom however
it was clear immediately
their love needed
no translation
A crippled dove is dying; her wound a dusky red
in the maple's crook she's hiding.
Her heart her wedding song; herself the newlywed.

A carmine blaze upon her breast to mark the place she's bled
like a penitent confiding
A crippled dove is dying; her wound a dusky red

The purple splay of sunset now reveals a fraying thread
in her tiny breast subsiding--
her heart her wedding song; herself the newlywed.

Beneath her injured wing, she hides her tawny head
as the sun is lower gliding
a crippled dove is dying; her wound a dusky red.

The summer grass, soon bereft, would take her place instead
except for circumstance dividing--
her heart her wedding song; herself the newlywed.

The presiding night has finished; the ceremony said--
her new master toward the threshold swiftly striding.
A crippled dove is dying; her wound a dusky red--
her heart her wedding song; herself the newlywed.
Alexis Jun 30
Today’s the big day!
Everyone from near
And far have come.
The opera singers
Began to hum their tune
As I walk down the asle.

My gown is stroked
Upon by a firm hand.
His hand then wraps around
Me tightly.

The ceremony ends with a
Nightly kiss.
My body is shaking from
The pleasures from my
Man’s body.
From the gentle strokes
To the ******* flowing
One by one.
mjad Jun 17
You stood at the front of the church
I walked to you and looked in your eyes
Vowing to a life of no pain or hurt
Vowing to a life of love and peace
Until death parts us let us be
in love and happy, eternally
the man i've written about since 2020 is now my man forever, wild
inthewater Jun 4
9 years ago
your son was 9, you were forty-two
your wife was nearing forty

I was eighteen
daughter 1, fourteen; daughter 2, thirteen
and daughter 3 was only 6

we've experienced anniversaries,
birthdays, funerals
(my dad, my grandpa, my papa)

breakups, and new boyfriends
(just with your daughters, really)

graduations, retirements,
family arguments
chaos and heartbreak induced by alcoholism,
(and now years of sobriety)

first home purchases
(your daughters and myself)
(your son is living with me this summer)

and a pandemic...

much has happened since June 17th, two thousand and sixteen
but the biggest thing yet
will be this Saturday
June 7th, twenty twenty-five

daughter 1 is twenty-two, now
and in three days she gets married
your son is eighteen, now
and he will walk her down the aisle
(he told me he cries whenever he thinks about it)

your wife is nearly forty-nine
she will be there with her boyfriend
(they moved in together, in the house they built)
(they're both sober)
(she referred to him as her husband the other day)

daughter 3 is fifteen
(she told me she doesn't really remember you)

I am twenty-seven, now
and I will read a passage from the Bible at your daughter's wedding -
(just like I did at your funeral)
My cousin gets married this weekend... feeling very bitter-sweet; her dad died by suicide 9 years ago (anniversary of the death is in two weeks); my dad died unexpectedly three years ago. Reflecting on how life changes, and it also stays the same. My cousin asked me to read a passage at her wedding; 9 years ago, my aunt asked me to read a passage at my uncle's funeral.
Amanda Weise May 12
that christmas in whistler
you led me towards something
glorious

i met new people
we shared stories
and i stood by the mountain
while skiers came towards me

gracefully

like a dance upon the snow
synchronized
your presence was everywhere

i could finally see
as your beautiful crystals
showered me

your sun still came to shine
and the star upon the trees aligned
and when it was time to get in line
i saw others just like me

alone at christmas time

oh Yahweh
oh Yahweh
almighty one

how pleasing to know
you chose me
for your son
Many people spend Christmas alone, it's a thing that holds some kind of taboo. Many of those people don't talk about it, and likely that's because they really don't want the pity or the judgment.
Amanda Weise May 11
strings from heaven
a revelation song
praising the lord of lords
who conquered babylon

his word is his bond
he returns for the ones
who overcame and repented
his kingdom has won

the wedding shall begin
i am part of the win
with my finest white linen
prepared to meet the king

his love is sacrificial
righteous
and sweet

his kingdom is like no other
a peaceful joy  
time to greet
Ever read the book of Revelation? What is your perspective? Here is mine in a dose of poetry.
Kiki Apr 11
Pretty pretty,
Why so pretty?
Did I confuse pretty?
Be yourself pretty.
kim Apr 9
I’ve
been standing for way too long
My legs
wobble and itch
For me
to move
  
My next
word shall tell a story
Of how
much I’ve faked
Of how
much I’ve pruned
  
My
father stands aside the altar
My
Husband in touch
Crying
tears of joy
  
How he’s
wanted me to be “normal”
I raise
my chin as I walk forward
I wonder
if my husband knows
  
The white
lacy dress dragging on the floor
The
white roses hiding
Their
thorns under my clasped hands
  
I look
to my right and there she stands
My lover
and bridesmaid
Watching
as I get married to another
Tell me your thoughts and have a good day :)
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