"groomsmen" poems
There was a time
where I didn't know anyone
with a child.
Where I hadn't been
a groomsmen
in three weddings.
Where I didn't feel as though
I were losing some imaginary race.
There was a time
when T.J. was still alive,
when Lisa was still alive,
when Peg was still alive.
But every flower wilts with time.
Some by choice,
some after a hard fought fight
and some after a long lived life.
There will be a time
when this all makes sense.
When I will see why my road
took the course it did.
When I will be humble
with my fate.
But time is relative
and it is man made.
Life is but a fleeting single flash.
It is just one big bang.
May 17, 2012
May 17, 2012 at 1:07 PM UTC
The church pews were decorated with flowers
The aisles lined in petals
The bridesmaids all in blue
The groomsmen all in suites
The attendants sat with happy smiles
As the music started playing
The groom started crying
As his wife-to-be walked down the aisle
Escorted by her father
The bride was the cynosure of all eyes
And so they made
An unbreakable vow
And began their life together
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 8:54 PM UTC
The day I wear my blue dress-
My hair up in a braid.
Those dark blue heels on my feet,
And dark veil held by bridesmaid,
The day I step under the trellis,
To the altar surrounded by men,
The priest, and groomsmen,
That day, beneath the sun, well it's...
The day I'll cry, walking down a white carpet,
Blue sweetpea, forget-me-not, cornflower, in my grasp,
I'll stand before matching eyes, and of his heart
I will only hedge to ask
That he love me, in provision, in familial, in sickness,
In health,
For immer and for the poor side of wealth,
For all our days, and the rest...
That the day I'll be wed,
Not far after the day we'll have met,
I will finally let the one who loves me true,
Be the one where the words, will finally be said.
In the way only we can say "I do"
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 10:21 PM UTC
Here they all come to get ready.
Excitement is rosying their cheeks.
This is the day they’ve been waiting for
And dreaming and planning for weeks.
The six bridesmaids, all in a flurry
Of hangers and makeup cases,
Begin to get into their dresses
And do last minute things to their faces.
On the other side of the building
In a room that’s a little more male,
All the groomsmen are solving the mystery
Of dressing in white tie and tails.
Now the bride and her parents arrive
And I really can go into action.
I have checked over every last detail
And it all meets to my satisfaction.
I supervise pinning corsages
And give the girls their bouquets.
Then I check on the progress of seating
To make sure there will be no delays.
Everything now is in order
And still five minutes left to the time
I will start them each one down the aisle
To the sound of the ***** and chime.
At last here it is, it’s beginning.
“Start on your left foot...and smile”
The glow that I get as I watch them
Makes all of the effort worthwhile.
And now for the bride and her father.
She’s radiant. He’s very proud.
I open the doors, the ***** swells,
But she doesn’t notice the crowd.
She looks to her groom at the altar
And her smile is only for him.
As he waits for her there with the preacher,
Slightly nervous, but handsome and trim.
As I watch from the back I get misty
Remembering my own wedding day
And I know that my joy is worth more
Than any fee I could ask them to pay
*********
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 10:50 AM UTC
I buff the rear view mirror with my coat sleeve
Crowded steps
Groomsmen
Shivering bridesmaids
A blur of white lace disappears inside
I slide along the back row
Old, familiar, burnished slick
She passes
Me to the aisle
Crisp scent of White Linen
The ***** quiets
I arch and crane
A glimpse
A profile wedged in memory
Then, a kiss to another
Collar up
I sidle away
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 12:59 PM UTC
i dont want to know the basics. im tired of asking how are you when i already know the answer. what if i told you... i want to know everything about you? i tell you with all sincerity.
i want to know why you think certain things and how you came to that conclusion. i want to know your favorite foods, maybe you like coffee or tea? i want to know what scares you and what keeps you going. maybe you dont like birds, cats, or dogs? i want to know why you chose your field, do you like your career or do you long for change? do you sleep with the fan on or off in summer? do you wear pajamas to sleep or in your underwear?
i dont want to know the basics. although i know it is important, but i want to go further. Beyond your favorite color, beyond your favorite station, beyond the song you listen to the most. tell me your story. what makes you cry at 3 in the morning? what makes you laugh so hard you can't breathe? what do you do when you feel alone? have you felt loneliness? tell me about your first heartbreak or the first time you had *** was it planned or did it just happen? tell me when you first fell in love. did it make you want to start a family? how many children? tell me their names. tell me about your dream wedding, and who will be the groomsmen. or if you have ever gotten drunk? how did it make you feel? what if we get drunk together?
i dont want to know the basics. i want your background, i want your story, your emotions, your tears, laughter, caresses, giggles.
i dont want to know the basics, i want to know everything. i want to know you.
Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 3:32 AM UTC