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Joanna 3d
We met in the midst of a seasons change. Not knowing  our friendship would rearrange, into something cherished, like freshly fallen snow.

And now that it has, it’s become clear we need to commit to what we’ve found here. To make it more than a season of love, in submission to each other and God above.
I wrote this for a friend when she got was printed out in mini scrolls and handed out at the wedding. Weddings take all shapes...I still believe in the commitment of Love.
Pearson Bolt Jun 1
every white wedding is exactly the same.
kitschy mason-jar centerpiece displays,
thirsty flowers in ornate vases,
lace-trimmed tablecloths and country-pop
songs blaring from the stereo.

welcome to cookie-cutter suburbia,
copy-and-pasted from half-a-hundred
Pinterest boards depicting
indistinguishable scenes
of smiles stretched paper-thin
on spray-tan painted faces.

my tongue is a skipping record,
regurgitating the same vapid
conversation ad nauseam,
stutter-stepping through
an indistinct refrain:
“how’s school going for you?”
“oh, really? an English degree?”
“and just what do you plan
to do with that, exactly?”

bourgeois blather follows flagrant patterns.
drunk uncles splutter racist rants
at this posh reception, but i’ve been told—
no matter what—don’t stir the ***.
avoid any and all discussion
of the current president’s
child concentration camps,
the war on immigrants,
or the escalating tensions
with Venezuela and Iran.

i am sick
to my stomach
of self-indulgence:
watered-down punch bowls, patriarchal
vows to god and government. “i do,”
an endless ******* feedback loop
droning tediously until my ears bleed.
sing the same hymns over acoustic guitars
while vocals peak in microphones.
reread 1 Corinthians 13:13, beg your deity
to bless the BBQ pork and beans.

dance along to the Cupid Shuffle
and be sure
to always follow the rules:
birth, youth,
college, marriage,
work, death.
Fọlá May 8
I'm down on one knee.
In the background, good music.
Floor, littered with roses.
Perfect lighting, candles lit.

The love of my life.
Standing, in front of me.
A picture of beauty, stunning.
Beaming with joy, smiling.

I promise to make you happy.
To give you peace, for eternity.
To put you first, above anything.

So, I'm asking.

Will you make my dreams a reality?
Make me happy,
More than I could ever imagine.

Would you be my partner?
My lover, my significant other.
Would you be the one I wake up beside?
For the rest of my life.

Will you marry me?
more and more couples are opting
to wed in unconventional places
they're not into those old fashioned
churches or registry office spaces

just to-day an American pair
did exchange their nuptial vows
inside an airport terminal
near the baggage area's trows

these types of wedding ceremonies
are gaining a greater supporter root
for they've added a new dimension
to the whole matrimonial hoot

we can expect to see weddings being
performed in a different location
so don't surprised if one happens
outside the international space station
CL McEachern Feb 16
Instead of a wedding ring,
Give me a collar
With a name tag
That states
Who this *****
Belongs to.
I'm not the biggest fan of weddings and all the other ******* that they include. Don't know if you can tell?
As I grow older
it seems I attend more funerals
than weddings
it’s quite confusing sometimes
trying to distinguish between the two
Bewildered at the love I gave,
knowing I got none in return, while pouring more,
anesthetic ****** at times.
Elevated at times when I discovered someone new,
oh easily I give my heart to.
The damage is when my true self melts away
and I forget.
While no love lost, no lost found
Romantic gestures in a relentless fashion,
conscious in every moment, closing into
enlightenment, blooming to boundless
edges, like the lotus, newly found love,
from a starting point of fulfillment.
Finishing on something beyond conception.
Jack Oct 2018
Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today
That's what the man will say
All will be okay
He will say kiss the bride
From that day on
I will always be by your side
My best will pat me on the back

Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today
To unite man and bride
We will love each other to the end
With all our heart and soul
And through it all
God willing
We will be just in love as we were the day we met
This is the poem I will read on my wedding day God willing I marry the girl I want now
To poetry,
There is all kinds of women out there, women in the physical form, it’s only their personality is there difference is & where I value, soft spoken voices, touches over poetry curves, breathes & gasps, eyes like stars I gaze upon, addiction to romance, lets us talk in deep discussion, if not, let me glare deep in the eyes that you own, experience life together, let me experience you, love is a deep concern of mine. But such concerns I cannot commit to pen & paper that produces poetry. Love, bleeding into one soul as neo-enlightenment.
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