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AM Oct 2015
I wish
the morning kisses we share on Saturdays and Sundays
will be able to be spend on the rest of our everyday
the goodnight calls before we fall asleep
will turn to warm hugs while we're counting sheep

I hope
our love story along with its tide of time
will become the unison in our prime
our trust for each other that we have sown
will change into my wedding gown
Ignatius Hosiana Oct 2015
My family and friends wanted to hear the story of how I knew she was the one
How after decades of solitude I realized my heart was strung
And calmly surrendered my freedom, something I treasured
To be tightly chained to the manacles of her affection and to her care be tethered
Their anxious faces like football fans awaiting their team's glory
Betrayed the thirst that made them yearn for the wine of my love story
But when I started the story, I didn't simply skip to the end
Standing on the altar facing my samaritan, my Angel friend
I told them how it all started, by the birth of an innocent
In hard times when the parents hadn't a single cent
I told them the whole **** boring story with an intent
Of letting them realize finding the one isn't a single night's event
But a lifetime commitment of trials and temptations
Of broken dreams, nightmares and hallucinations
I wanted to tell them that a life story isn't about pen and imagination
For finding that one true person is a race of close contention
I told them about the many who came along and left
Leaving me in the mire of melancholy and despair
Trying to fix the shards of my shattered heart and have it kept
I told them of how I had to breathe even after losing those who were my air
I also confessed the fact that the one showed up after my surrender
And re-ignited a love life that was just a rotten ember
Dumped in the jungle of my past amongst the many termites of break ups
Break ups more exasperating than endless hicups
Yet when I met her it was as obvious as obvious
That because heaven had lost an Angel it was less joyous
I revealed the struggle for words and inadequate air in my lungs
The trembling hallo that feared it might receive a goodbye
They heard the whole **** story till the point we locked tongues
Where I thought it would end but surprisingly it hadn't
I was filled with pessimism and anticipation for an end that wasn't
Instead of running away all she did was draw me closer to her soul
Saying suffocating me with passion was her only goal
Much as it took me long trusting a person, at hallo I trusted her with my heart
Not because I knew she would lead me to joy but because she was worth any hurt
She was the fitting piece of the puzzle right from the start
Someone who only cherished me the more she saw my dirt
And ensured that every time she bathed me in her cuddle
She cast the light of satisfaction upon my shadow
I admitted she wasn't the real dream I always wanted
But at least she freed me from nightmares that had me haunted
I would have said much much and much more
Like how I never believed I'd find someone to adore
But I discovered there's something I loathe more than a hicup
And that is because before I could finish my story I woke up
Francie Lynch Sep 2015
We've all heard the story about Bonnie and Clyde
How they met, eloped and died.

And we're tired of hearing
About Henry and Ann,
And their shameless lives
Back in Tudor England.
When their marriage broke,
Ann lost her head,
With one stroke.

I won't bother you with the story
Of Napoleon and Josephine,
And that messy business
With the guilotine.

You know Caesar and Cleo
Put on quite a show,
They had a long distance relationship
From Rome to Egypt.
But it ended badly.
She by a snake bite,
Him by Marc Antony.

These famous couples didn't tarry;
They were harried
Before they married;
They met and wed,
But were too soon dead.

Now Byron and Colleen
Met when teens,
Byron was sixteen,
Colleen just fifteen.

They lived together,
To begin,
He loved her,
She loved him.
This wasn't living
As they say, “In sin.”
No rings lingered
On wedding fingers:
No bands of gold
To wear 'til old.
No license, no Registrar,
No vows were spoken,
But their silent vows
Were never broken.
They didn't need
A wedding token.
The cost was never the issue here,
Although Byron always claims he's poor.

And thus they carried on.
Boy, did they carry on.
In a romantic spree.
First came Jordan,
Then Jamie.
And thus they passed
Their years together,
In seeming status quo;
A happy well-matched couple,
For all intents, and show.
They lived well,
Ate well too,
Dressed and drove,
Worked and strove
For friends and family.
And all along,
The two of them
Have been our pleasure
To know.
After all, they're behind
Their doors,
That's all we we need to know.
And thus, they carried on.
Boy, they carried on.

Years down the road
They honey-mooned,
And after this, they married;
Like Benjamin Button
All seems reversed.
Should they continue
This backward style,
Then in awhile,
Following this reception,
They'll probably meet
At their conception.
Should they continue
In this fashion,
Their marriage should end
With their parents' ******.

This is
The Ballad of Byron nd Colleen,
and if truth be told,
You're still just teens.
My friends got married after 40 years together. Read at their reception.
JWL Aug 2015
Please never steal, lie or cheat.
But if you must
Steal..
steal away my sorrows.

If you must
Lie..
Lie with me every night.

And if you must
Cheat...
Cheat death.
I heard this watching  Leap Year.
Y Aug 2015
There's something intriguing about how people find solace and happiness with each other.

A rather complex feeling I couldn't be bothered about.

In such situation, I'm most interested in the party that's compromising his/her true freedom to share the other's
Arlo Miller Aug 2015
At the end of the day when I'm spent and expired,
and all energy has clocked out and retired.
I long for your warmth and tender embrace,
my weary eyes to rest upon your face.
A caretaker that without I cannot thrive.
I don't need you to live, but to make me alive. Alive
I can change the world with what you help me to feel.
You are fuel and rest, rejuvenation, zeal.
When my strength is gone and my mind is drifting to sleep,
know that my last few thoughts my mind struggles to keep,
are of you and my family that share my name,
and lastly, how soon they will be one and the same.
I love you. Goodnight.
For my bride to be Diana Ray Poulin
Our family got the news today
Our bubba's gettin' hitched
Young Daisy Mae, she's near fourteen
Got our boy bewitched
He's sayin' that he loves her
He's making her his bride
She's the first to get him this close
Though not too many tried

We've got to get things ready
Send invitations and make candles
We've got to get the good jars out
The one's that still have handles
The minister is on alert
We've got to make some shine
Grandpa says he'll make some up
But, it will not all be mine

Gonna have a wedding, a real old fashioned bash
With all sorts of kissin cousins drinkin from their secret stash
The food will be impressive, there'll be turkey, pig and cow
The family won't get bigger, since we're related anyhow

This time there'll be no shotgun
Like the last time for old Ben
This time the guns are empty
Not the way they were back then
The banjos will be tuned up
There'll be music in the air
The cops won't try to stop it
I think most will all be there

The ladies will be planning
Just how to serve up all the grub
While Bubba has to find a suit
And therein lies the rub
He's never worn a suit at all
Not even for a day
He's only dressed in coveralls
And that's how he's gonna stay

Gonna have a wedding, a real old fashioned bash
With all sorts of kissin cousins drinkin from their secret stash
The food will be impressive, there'll be turkey, pig and cow
The family won't get bigger, since we're related anyhow


It'll be a **** dang doodle
A hell of a good time
It'll only be completed
When they run out of the shine
there'll be singing and some dancing
Underneath the harvest moon
We can't wait for it to happen
It cannot come too soon

There'll be readings from the bible
Which the minister will read
And as good holy Christians
Everyone will heed
There's sure to be some fighting
Before the couple say "I do"
I mean, they are both cousins
I'm gonna go...aren't you?

Gonna have a wedding, a real old fashioned bash
With all sorts of kissin cousins drinkin from their secret stash
The food will be impressive, there'll be turkey, pig and cow
The family won't get bigger, since we're related anyhow
RL Glassman Aug 2015
Come, my beloved, to meet the bride
Let us together welcome the fall
We'll lie on the sand until eventide
And watch the waves of sea crawl

Come, my beloved, to see the white veil
Let us together utter a song
We'll dance on the sea with a sail
And laugh bold and strong

Come, my beloved, to feel the rings
Let us together exult and cheer
We shall cherish all these things
And be happy that we're here
Written 10/3/2014
Aishwarya Nair Aug 2015
Today is the day,
you marry your beloved,
forever begins.
I wrote this haiku in honor of my best friend marrying her best friend. Congratulations, Sara and Aamir. I wish you both a lifetime of happiness!
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