#aisle
Life is a soup
and I am a fork
how life slips
and drips on the floor
Yeah, it’s a mess
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 8:07 PM UTC
Rose, hydrangea, tulip, lily
The place is on its aesthetic bloom
I walked in the aisle slowly
And at the end I see my groom
The march ended, and I sobbed heavily
As I saw my love lying peacefully.
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 9:31 AM UTC
I fell in love with physique of a poem
And so we marched down aisle
Me the female all dialed up with colorful words.
He dressed to the t with punctuation grand.
We make a fine pair to gracefully dance on vellum white
We recite our vows every morning before I scribe.
For better or worse
For sun or a like
Till death do we part.
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 9:39 PM UTC
There she goes
Girls file into line
Three by three
Knee length skirts
Down the aisle
Tell me yours and I'll tell you mine
Prayers morning, noon, and night
Careful now, They're prepared to smite
Up the Stairs
Now we dine
And then off to bed
One "lucky" girl gets to practice head
The tallest tower
She's had too much sacramental wine
Hands touched and caressed
And she felt far from blessed
Down she jumps
Touched by filthy swine
"what a horrible disaster"
Her eulogy given by that same pastor
The Devil moves on
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 2:27 PM UTC
It's memorizing what's in you that bugs me.
Everyday just to start the shift and Remember where you are in my mind.
Just remember what they meant and you'll have no problem.
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 2:14 AM UTC
I am yet to know what makes me wonder!
blitheness in a fleeting view which takes hold
so clear I can see the glitz in her eyes
her facile gait dazzled my eyes!
But I watched on mesmerized
as she walked down the aisle
careful not to raise a huff...
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 5:40 AM UTC
My father walked me down the aisle,
But my mother held my arm.
He went with me,
But we went not towards the altar,
But towards the door.
My father walked me down the aisle,
And the ***** rang through the church,
Humming through the elaborate crown molding,
Carved by my ancestors.
He went,
Not beside me,
But before me,
And I watched,
As he was illuminated by the bright,
Overbearing,
Texas sun.
My father walked me down the aisle,
But I did not wear white.
My father walked me in silence,
And I shed tears not for a man standing at the altar,
But for the one I would never see again.
My father walked me down the aisle,
And no veil obscured my face.
All eyes were upon me, but not for my pristine beauty,
Instead for my clenched jaw and furrowed brow,
Severe and fierce to distract from my glassy eyes.
My father did not leave me at the end of our walk to sit beside my mother.
She clung to me for support and sobbed breathlessly,
Loudly,
Unavoidably,
And I carried her with one hand,
My sister the other,
And walked towards my future.
A future family,
Not one person more,
But one person less.
I walked,
One final time,
With him.
My father walked me down the aisle,
And I will never forget it.
Hundreds of eyes isolating my family from the crowd,
Slow and muffled sounds drowning in the deafening beat of my heart,
Blurred faces staring,
Black heels clacking against the cobbled path from the church,
The anguished wails of my mother,
The whimpering of my sister,
And the wooden box that glided before us,
Pulling,
A string tied to our patriarch,
The pin key of our family,
Pulled taut and then snipped with the slam of the hearse doors.
My father walked me down the aisle,
Before I had a chance to grow up.
He walked me,
Out of the church,
Away from the altar,
Never to be walked again.
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 5:17 PM UTC
Whenever you come
Across my mind,
I imagine myself
With you down the aisle.
Who can resist
Your sweet face?
Your bright eyes
Full of hope?
I will never know
The mystery behind,
Two strangers sharing
The same heart.
And I will never know
The reason behind,
Two people connecting
For the very first time.
How much fate
Is at work,
When two souls find each other
Without knowing why?
And how much love
Is there in friendship,
When two strings form a bond
And strengthened by time?
I will never know.
iamthe_avatar ©2016
Nov 3, 2016
Nov 3, 2016 at 4:04 PM UTC
On the wheels, I whirl, I spin, I move
Clouds too whirl, then darkness spins
A lightning bolt, then the deafening sound,
Then it pours,
N the fire flies go dim
I dont amble, I dont whisk
Opening my hand, gawking above, I dont decline
Three winks! Drenched n detached from the me wrenching myself,
I wheel as "The Lance Armstrong"
Heavy pours invite a stroll
Cats and Dogs pouring down dismay Rats, ROFL!
Oust as Prince Zuko, I stroll
Surrendering myself to the Zephyr
Same trail but with ****** looks
Hypnotic green, drenched, raise me to the Oblivion
Shimmering in the distant are two dim lights
N I ***** like " The Supertramp"
Beginning of the ultimate inception, I touch
Extending my arms to the cries of sky
Dont know the destination of this alley
Trying to think what 'm anticipating
Though without any charge on my shoulders
Flickering in the near distant are two lights
I hike as " The Aron"
'm I tears, I dont know
Even the silence has sulked
Nothing's in my head
Green n Brown, Pink n Purple hues
Repose the folioles, within
Distant lights are passing by now
I stride as " The me"
To the Aisle,
where birds peep, cheep, chirp, quaver, tweet n warble
From the stroll to the stride
's a short walk of hues n blues
The fringes have passed by
Arena's clear n so 'm I.
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 7:10 PM UTC
I often wonder if I would ever run into you.
If I do, how would it play out?
So, I imagine a scenario where Iam shopping at a supermarket, walking down the aisle, pushing my cart,
looking for some mundane little thing and there you will be,
next to the cereal aisle, holding your favorite brand of cereal.
What would we do?
Will one of us lean in for a hug,
smile awkwardly at each other or
behave like strangers?
Would we exchange numbers,
With a promise to catch up soon or do
the most natural thing in the world-
go to the nearest cafe or pub and
have coffee or a drink or two together.
Share our stories, wish each other well and part as friends.
I hope that's what we'd do.
I would love to walk down that aisle with you.
I look for you in every supermarket in the world, I step into.
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 10:04 PM UTC
while I lay half asleep on the bed,
I have a blurry vision in my head;
you in white and big smile
while I take steps down the aisle
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 2:17 PM UTC
pag-ibig
We shalt walketh down the aisle;
Frosted white rosette's
Ourn hair, to floweth wild.
©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 11:14 AM UTC
We humans think we are the masters of our fate. Despite our trials and tribulations, some good some otherwise, we continue to think we have everything mapped out while navigating ourselves through this world. We think that since we have free will to choose, somehow we are in full control of our live's and our fates. Yet, this is not so. There is a Creator of this world. Although he gave us free will to choose our destiny, nevertheless, he is a constant "invisible player" in each and every endeavor of our lives--and only he has our ultimate good in mind. He knows the creations that he alone created. And therefore we must always remember that life is never (fully) within our control. Trust that everything that happens is for the better. Especially, this (your) Love that awaits..
Love will come at the right time. It simply cannot be forced. There she was, standing alone on line. And then she turned around. It was Love at first site. Her smile was only an echos in the canyon, a shadow in the sun, a reflection of her inner beauty. Yes, her smile gave her away. I knew it then that she was the one. The one person I would spend the rest of my life with.
This Haiku was written with all this in mind:
**smitten with her smile
can only await this trial
with her down the aisle**
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 3:57 PM UTC
Whispers of Love, they come in the still of the night
carried on the cool breeze, their being ever so light
promises of love echo, as birds flying high above sing
where hearts bound as one, will forever lovingly cling
Whispers of Love, they come from those giving hearts
softly floating from body and soul, waiting to impart
a heart once sad, elevated, with depression to depart
life's ultimate meaning, a long awaited love to start
Whispers of Love, they really come from G-d above
we are only messengers, giving each other His love
unique contentment, found in the fidelity of the dove
a unity of which devotion and trust are really made of
Whispers of Love, emanating from a heart wishing to share
a man and woman carefully choose a partner in whom to care
whether for good or bad, better or worse, together to the end
a world of love to bestow, on the wife in whom you can depend
Those Whispers of Love, are really desires from way down inside
earnestly hoping for that one soul alive, in whom you can confide
so when you start to hear those soft whispers, remember to smile
because your love is now to begin, as you walk her down the aisle
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 6:24 AM UTC