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13,888 | RobertGraves | SorleysWeather | When outside the icy rain
Comes leaping helter-skelter,
Shall I tie my restive brain
Snugly under shelter?
Shall I make a gentle song
Here in my firelit study,
When outside the winds blow strong
And the lanes are muddy?
With old wine and drowsy meats
Am I to fill my belly?
Shall I glutton here with Keats?
Shall I drink with Shelley?
Tobacco’s pleasant, firelight’s good:
Poetry makes both better.
Clay is wet and so is mud,
Winter rains are wetter.
Yet rest there, Shelley, on the sill,
For though the winds come frorely,
I’m away to the rain-blown hill
And the ghost of Sorley. | weather |
13,889 | AllenSteble | StormyWeather | The storm rolls over
Tormenting the earth below
Showering relief | weather |
13,890 | DavidTaylor | StormyWeather | Fire in jagged ribbons ripping groundward
With belated drumbeats echoes of past passage
Rushing to horizons obscured from view
Cascading torrents of icy stones that threaten broken bones
With river’d roads rushing past pensive habitants of homes
Until the sun at last breaks through that deep dark grey
That filled many with such fear as fire and brimstone brings
To those possessed of many things
This is what a dark mood brings even on the fairest day. | weather |
13,891 | MarilynLott | StormyWeather | I love to look at the clouds above
They tell a story, don't you think?
Sometimes they are white and puffy
But can change within a blink
The wind picks up and blows in
Clouds so dark and bold
They almost take your breath away
Unlike the weather channel told
But nevertheless they are interesting
The rain may come pouring down
Get your umbrella ready in case
The weather may change in your town! | weather |
13,892 | MelvinaGermain | StormyWeather | Severe storm winds crash
leaving rubble in it's path
devistation hits. | weather |
13,893 | FrancisDuggan | SuchBeautifulWeather | The wattlebirds calling on the flowering gum trees
On a beautiful day in mid Winter of around eighteen degrees
Such beautiful weather for the time of year
Six weeks to September and Spring is drawing near
A pair of magpies with nesting material for their nest nearby
Make a whirring sound with their wings as they fly
Their young will be fully fledsged by early Spring
The wonders of Nature is a marvellous thing
With black, gold and gray feathers one cannot get wrong
The beautiful bird with the ordinary song
The new holland honeyeater searching for insects and nectar their chirpings one can hear
On a beautiful day for July of the year
September and Spring it is not far away
And we ought to feel glad for this beautiful day. | weather |
13,894 | JamesHenryLeighHunt | SuddenFineWeather | Reader! what soul that laoves a verse can see
The spring return, nor glow like you and me?
Hear the quick birds, and see the landscape fill,
Nor long to utter his melodious will?
This more than ever leaps into the veins,
When spring has been delay'd by winds and rains,
And coming with a burst, comes like a show,
Blue all above, and basking green below,
And all the people culling the sweet prime:
Then issues forth the bee to clutch the thyme,
And the bee poet rushes into rhyme.
For lo! no sooner has the cold withdrawn,
Than the bright elm is tufted on the lawn;
The merry sap has run up in the bowers,
And bursts the windows of the buds in flowers;
With song the bosoms of the birds run o'er,
The cuckoo calls, the swallow's at the door,
And apple-tree at noon with bees alive
Burn with the golden chorus of the hive.
Now all these sweets, these sounds, this vernal blaze,
Is but one joy, express'd a thousand ways:
And honey from the flowers and song from birds
Are from the poet's pen his oeverflowing words.
Ah friends! methinks it were a pleasant sphere,
If, like the trees, we blossom'd every year;
If locks grew thick again, and rosy dyes
Return'd in cheeks, and raciness in eyes,
And all around us, vital to the tips,
The human orchard laugh'd with cherry lips!
Lord! what a burst of merriment and play,
Fair dames, were that! and what a first of May!
So natural is the wish, that bards gone by
Have left it, all, in some immortal sigh!
And yet the winter months were not so well:
Who would like changing, as the seasons fell?
Fade every year, and stare, midst ghastly friends,
With falling hairs, and stuck-out fingers' ends?
Besides, this tale of youth that comes again
Is no more true of apple-trees than men.
The Swedish sage, the Newton of the flow'rs,
Who first found out those worlds of paramours,
Tells us, that every blossom that we see
Boasts in its walls a separate family;
So that a tree is but a sort of stand
That holds those afilial fairies in its hand;
Just as Swift's giant might have held a bevy
Of Lilliputian ladies, or a levee.
It is not her that blooms: it is his race,
Who honour his old arms, and hide his rugged face.
Ye wits and bards, then, pray discern your duty,
And learn the lastingness of human beauty.
Your finest fruit to some two months may reach:
I've known a cheek at forth like a peach.
But see! the weather calls me. Here's a bee
Comes bounding in my room imperiously,
And talking to himself, hastily burns
About mine ear, and so in heat returns.
O little brethren of the fervid soul,
Kissers of flowers, lords of the golden bowl,
I follow to your fields and tusted brooks:
Winter's the time to which the poet looks
For hiving his sweet thoughts, and making honied books. | weather |
13,895 | LeahAyliffe | TShirtWeather | I think it's the places I've been
or the people I've known,
that led me to find
I'm not alone.
For the first time down this road
it feels like me at summertime.
The eternal gold light within
ready to glitter, willing to shine.
It's a good life some have the luxury to live
drowning in sad song days,
laughing in a hot breeze, at ease,
by a poolside or under palm trees,
with echos that leave voiceless nobody's behind.
But the world was always a beautifully distorted creature, wasn't it?
We are the lucky stars who had a choice,
to do, or not to sharpen the mind.
Like electric diamonds, a spark for dark silhouettes.
I chose to fall, I loved to die,
walking under telephone wires,
pale yellow sun in the sky.
It's so gorgeous to pretend we are all that matters
dancing in your psychedelic souls glow,
waiting for the days to end.
A universal emptiness that has a dream to mend.
T-shirt weather, happiness is better | weather |
13,896 | MarkHeathcote | TheCallOfWinterWeather | The night sobbed
Her heart-out - near fully,
That is why the day arises happy.
Joyous as a songbird full of mirth
But see how the blackbird is nesting
In some dark shadows girth.
Gazing through - yellow ringed eyes
Her eye - is like the centre
Of a yew tree berry:
It speaks of a defining, terror
When autumn fruits are falling
The call of winter weather! | weather |
13,897 | JessiePope | TheClerkOfTheWeather | Re: HEAT WAVE
Dear Sir, we've had enough.
Do you forget, I think you do, perhaps,
Our temperate position on the maps?
Daily we mourn the collar's swift collapse,
The limp and wrinkled cuff.
Dear Sir, we've got to work.
We cannot all lie idle on the beach,
Or skim, white- winged, the river's limpid reach.
We've got to buy and sell, to talk and teach,
Although we'd like to shirk.
Think of the crowded street,
The roar, the clatter, and the throbbing head
Where shout and clash, and jangle meet and spread,
And thought is irksome and the brain is lead
And asphalt grills the feet.
Now don't get in a huff.
Pity the pain the stifling town endures,
A bracing rain will work a thousand cures.
Believe me, Sir, obediently yours
P.S. We've had enough. | weather |
13,898 | KennNesbitt | TheWeatherIsPerfectforRunning | The weather is perfect for running.
I think that I'll go for a jog.
Except I'm a little bit tired,
so maybe I'll just walk the dog.
But he seems too hyper for walking.
He looks kind of hard to control.
So maybe I'll leave him at home,
and go for a leisurely stroll.
But all of my socks are too dirty,
and all of my shoes are untied.
So maybe I'll sit on the front porch.
Or maybe I'll just stay inside.
I see that my kitten is purring,
and wants to curl up on my lap.
It wouldn't be right to prevent her
from getting her afternoon nap.
It's comfortable here on the sofa.
My pillows are cozy and deep.
The weather is perfect for running.
So that's why I'm going to sleep. | weather |
13,899 | BobGotti | TheWeatherMaker | The Weather Maker reigns above, creating all weather we speak of,
The One and Only True Creator, from both the poles to the equator,
Over this planet that we call earth, He’s the Only One who can birth,
All the weather that men shall see, upon all the lands and every sea.
God alone hides the day’s light, with ominous clouds dark as night,
And whether it is snow, hail or rain, it is The Lord, Who does ordain,
All earth’s precipitation, as it falls, while, God’s mighty thunder rolls,
With piercing lights from the sky, as His lightning catches every eye.
All the winds blow where they may, whether it is the night or the day,
Winds blowing, as The Maker wills, as His purpose, The Lord fulfills,
God stirring up many angry waves, in an ocean that rants and raves,
Or moving wind on desert sands, creating dust storms on the lands.
Hurricane winds, by Him, are spawn, as their path, by God, is drawn,
With tornados, also cutting their path, from God’s destructive Wrath,
This as the very Finger of God, scores the very ground that we trod,
As The Lord God shows His Power, both day and night, at any hour.
This is The Creator, known by some, showing to all, what is to come,
Upon this earth, created by Him, that has been tainted, by man’s sin,
For soon, He’ll purge from this world, all of the evil, sin has unfurled,
Filling it with eternal joy and mirth, when our God makes a New Earth.
(Copyright ©05/2010) | weather |
13,900 | EmmanuelGeorgeCefai | TheWeatherOutIsFrozen | The weather out is frozen
the weather out be chill
the weather out walks frosty
but here
here
in the house between
the old ancient treble walls
cold makes its feast the
same and more. | weather |
13,901 | AlessandraLiverani | TheWeatherReportHumour | In Sydney today it's 20 degrees centigrade
Humidity is 94% and the light at 6: 21pm will fade
Wind blows from the north east, at 17 kilometres per hour
The moon is waxing gibbous and Monday there's a late shower
On Saturday it'll be mostly sunny, temperature 17 degrees max
Thursday, UV's only moderate, these are the facts
Air pressure is 1012 hpascals, no longer measured in millibars
They use hectos instead of kilos, yes I also thought it quite bizarre
On Sunday there'll be morning clouds, which won't linger in afternoon
They'll drift over to Honiara, maybe take part in a monsoon
Waves will arrive every 7 seconds, be careful, they're head-height
And on Friday,05: 53am is the exact time of first light
Well that's all of the weather captured in verse
You'll have to weather it whether for better or worse
(Sydney, Australia - 2008) | weather |
13,902 | EmmanuelGeorgeCefai | TheWeatherVane | The weather vane
It crackled
And the wind
Turned round
A little
Not that
The wind was not
Running though not
A gale.
Yet
It was just restless
A restless Soul
Selling its merchandise. | weather |
13,903 | FrancisDuggan | TheWeatherWarmingUpABit | The weather warming up a bit it's getting warm today
And people for the weekend will be heading for the bay
To do a bit of fishing and relax by the sea
To surf or go skin diving or have a sea side tea.
It's nice to leave suburbia it's nice to get away
If only for the weekend for a brief holiday
To walk along the tide line salt water to your knees
or sit back from the high cliffs and feel the ocean breeze.
A weekend from suburbia to breathe the ocean air
To lay out on the sand dunes on beach reclining chair
A short break from pollution and the humid and noisy street
Down by the country coast line a different sort of heat.
November is upon us and Summer days are nigh
And weather getting warmer the weather glass is high
And not one sign of rain cloud in blue and sunny sky
And myna's song sounds sweeter as Spring goes laughing by.
The traffic will be heavy on the coastal highway
From 4 p m till after dark on evening of friday
As people leave suburbia mum, dad and family
And drive towards coastal country town for weekend by the sea. | weather |
13,904 | DavidDarbyshire | TypicalBritishWeatherForecast | It will be raining all Day
with short intervals of showers
you may not see the sun
for many many hours | weather |
13,905 | FrancisDuggan | TypicalVictoriaWeather | The sun it does seem to be struggling through the dark gray clouds for to shine
And though rain is in the weather forecast the day it is holding out fine
'Tis the typical sort of weather one expects of Victoria's Fall
Threatening to rain very often though on the dry side overall
A flock of silver gulls for food are begging by the forseshore on the pavement of the street
Some of them with part of one or their two legs missing and some others with very sore feet
To infections in their feet they must be quite vulnerable their handicaps with them through their short lives remain
Their crippled feet must feel painful pity for them in their pain
Returning once more to the weather the sun out and shining again
The weather forecaster may have it wrong today 'tis not likely to rain
Nature herself she is fascinating such insights from her we do gain
Yet we know so little about her as her ways as a mystery to us does remain
The scientists are learning from her and artists and writers she does inspire
And she always does fill me with wonder and her I can only admire. | weather |
13,906 | KyleJones | UnderTheWeather | The first dark day of summer came sooner than I had hoped,
I took one look at it and just looked back at me
'You're a total wreck' it said
'Wearing a jacket in this overheated hell hole'
'You turned me on in winter' I replied
I walked away from it soon after
'Haven't I gone blind yet I wonder' aloud
but I don't want to see out of my eyes anymore...
Just staring Inside my own soul
Seeing how terrified I've become
Now I've got this sick feeling inside
Whenever it rains, and when it doesn't
The perfect end to a perfect life
But, with nothing on the horizon
I forget about what's above
and All I can think about is what I'm under,
The only thing that ever makes any more sense | weather |
13,907 | TerenceGeorgeCraddockSpectralImagesandImagesOfLight | UnderTheWeather | missing
forgetting
little poems
a lot
at
present
time deep fried
bed dead tired
short circuited
cause flu renders effect
health is most inclement
in limbo doldrums present
Copyright © Terence George Craddock | weather |
13,908 | FaySlimm | UnsettledWeather | Louring heavy skies
Threaten rain.
We must hurry home
Yet again.
Passing scurry-crabs
Seeking caves,
Fleeing to avoid
Powerful waves.
Winging back to roost,
Flurried gulls
Battle to reach cliffs
As it comes.
Harbouring, small boats
Race the storm.
Hoping to be safe
'Til the dawn
Changing fickle wind
Turns about
Then proceeds to die,
And fizzles out.! | weather |
13,909 | GajananMishra | WeatherAndWoman | Weather and woman
Same and unchanged.
It is your topics
My dear poet
Charles Bukowski.
And I am here
Not so serious reader
On your line
Giving suggestions
Either to go with
The Govt or leave
The land.
O Charles Bukowski,
I have nothing to write
You must admit
And I have to
Fetch the rain
That is running
Through me
Day and night. | weather |
13,910 | fayeburford | WeatherBeGoodWeatherBeBad | as i look out the window
i see the sun rise
before my very eyes
i feel its warmth & power upon my face
as i look out the window
i see the rain fall
before my very eyes
i feel its cool calming effect on my soul
as i look out the window
i see the snow fall
before my very eyes
i feel that cold bitterness on my skin
as i look out the window
i see the trees sway
before my very eyes
i feel the love it offers surround me
as i look out the window
i relise that
weather be good, weather be bad
i'm alive | weather |
13,911 | MichaelPJohnson | WeatherChange | The sun is out but rain’s within
The future looks quite grey
I’ve been informed because of sin
There must be change today
What can I do to make things well?
Outside the weather’s fine
But deep inside I feel like hell
With shivers down my spine
My Christian neighbours seem to cope
I’ve thought it rather odd
But change for me I’ve little hope
Without some help from God
I’m dismal here depressing there
Miserable day and night
There’s little chance that I may share
Of Heaven’s great delight
In life I never learnt to pray
For such I wasn’t keen
To God I don’t know what to say
To church I’ve never been
They say I only need to kneel
Believe that Christ is true
Believe His birth and death were real
And seek His birth anew
Is this the change I’ve heard about?
Is this what must be done?
Even when still I’m plagued with doubt
About God’s risen Son
Is it still right for me to bow?
To pray on bended knee
Asking for change to come right now
For God to set me free | weather |
13,912 | CynthiaBuhainBaello | WeatherCinquain | Changing
Like wind that blows
Uncharted in its course
It is never predictable
Like girls. | weather |
14,228 | ElizabethPadilloOlesen | WorkWorkWork | Work in the morning
Work at noon
Work in the afternoon
and work in the night.
Work, work, work
One wakes up thinking of work
eating and planning for work
sleeping and dreaming of work.
Work, work, work
work with passion
work with obsession
derive joy from work
or take work as the sole end.
Work, work, work
Give work the chance
never to rule over your life.
Work is only a tiny part
of who you are. | work |
13,913 | OskarHansen | WeatherForecast | There used to be winters before the weather became entertainment.
There was frost, rain, flooding and landslide one had to accept as norm,
unless it was of a disastrous dimension.1948 was so cold birds fell
from the sky and we had steal coal at the depot – a hole in the fence not
repaired before spring- the worker knew but looked away, this was a time
of social cohesion, we´re equally poor and recovering from a war
Snow in Ohio, and we see cars skidding on icy roads, what a distraction
from our sheltered life, nature actually exists and we better show respect
if not nature will turn against us and shake us into obeisance. | weather |
13,914 | PeteCrowther | WeatherForecast | The weather girl
Is a priceless pearl.
Chic and smart,
She has the art
Of making weather
Altogether—
However bloody—
A pleasure to study. | weather |
13,915 | TerenceGeorgeCraddockSpectralImagesandImagesOfLight | WeatherMasterEnlightenmentPaths | To truly know is to endure raw experiences
to sensitize each momentous moments agonies
to time absorb learn through testing years
residue body mind tested in furnace adversities
impurities burned off in flowing molten streams
finest steal heated beaten into perfection blades
what soul sacrifice can be reborn in phoenix flames?
what soul endure fall not in raging wave ocean agonies?
what soul can weather master enlightenment paths?
Copyright © Terence George Craddock | weather |
13,916 | BlissWilliamCarman | WeatherOfTheSoul | THERE is a world of being
We range from pole to pole,
Through seasons of the spirit
And weather of the soul.
It has its new-born Aprils,
With gladness in the air,
Its golden Junes of rapture,
Its winters of despair.
And in its tranquil autumns
We halt to re-enforce
Our tattered scarlet pennons
With valor and resource.
From undiscovered regions
Only the angels know,
Great winds of aspiration
Perpetually blow,
To free the sap of impulse
From torpor of distrust,
And into flowers of joyance
Quicken the sentient dust.
From nowhere of a sudden
Loom sudden clouds of fault,
With thunders of oppression
And lightnings of revolt.
With hush of apprehension
And quaking of the heart,
There breed the storms of anger,
And floods of sorrow start.
And there shall fall,—how gently!—
To make them fertile yet,
The rain of absolution
On acres of regret.
Till snows of mercy cover
The dream that shall come true,
When time makes all things wondrous,
And life makes all things new. | weather |
13,917 | DennisODriscoll | WeatherPermitting | I
The August day you wake to takes you by surprise.
Its bitterness. Black sullen clouds. Brackish downpour.
A drift-net of wetness enmeshes the rented cottage,
towels and children’s swimwear sodden on the line.
Dry-gulleted drains gulp down neat rain.
Drops bounce from a leaking gutter with hard,
uncompromising slaps: and, like resignation
in the face of death, you contemplate winter
with something close to tenderness, the sprint
from fuel shed to back door, the leisurely
ascent of peat smoke, even the suburban haze
of boiler flues when thermostats are set.
You warm to those thoughts as you sit there,
brainstorming ways to keep the family amused,
plans abandoned for barefoot games on dry sand.
Handcraft shops? Slot-machine arcades? Hotel grills?
In truth - manipulating toast crumbs backwards,
forwards at the unsteady table’s edge - you’d prefer
to return to your bed as if with some mild
ailment, pampered by duvet, whiskey, cloves.
II
Let it rain.
Let the clouds discharge their contents like reserve tanks.
Let the worms burrow their way to the topsoil
from whatever dank Sargasso they were spawned in.
Let dampness rot the coffin-boards of the summer house.
Let the shrubs lose their foothold in the wind,
the nettles lose their edge, the drenched rat
with slicked-back hair scuttle to its sewage pipe.
Let the tropical expanses of the rhubarb leaves
serve as an artificial pond, a reservoir.
Let the downpour’s impact on the toolshed be akin
to the dull applause on an archive recording of a love duet.
Let the bricklayers at the building site wrap
pathetic sheets of polythene around doomed foundations.
Let the limb ripped from the tree’s socket
hover fleetingly in the air, an olive branch.
Let a rainbow’s fantail unfurl like a bird of paradise.
Let a covenant be sealed, its wording watertight.
Let the floods recede.
Let there be light.
III after Giacomo Leopardi
The storm runs out of wind; nature, which
abhors a silence, fills the vacancy with birdsong.
Deserting the airless, low-ceilinged coop,
the hen repeats herself ad infinitum. Replenished
like the rain-barrels, hearts grow sanguine.
Hammering resumes. Humming. Gossip. Croons.
Sun strides down lanes that grass has repossessed,
takes a shine to the brasses at the hotel where,
by the window she thrust open, the chambermaid
is marvelling at the cleansed freshness, calm.
Balm of mind and body. Will we ever feel
more reconciled to life than now, ever
know a moment more conducive to new hopes,
eager beginnings, auspicious starts?
How easily pleased we are. Rescind
the threat of torment for the briefest
second and we blot out dark nights of the soul
when lightning flashes fanned by wind
ignited fire and brimstone visions.
Sorrow is perennial; happiness, a rare
bloom, perfumes the air - so that we breathe
with the ease of a camphor-scented chest
from which congestion has just lifted.
Lack of woe equates with rapture then,
though not till death will pain take full leave
of our senses, grant us permanent relief. | weather |
13,918 | AmbroseBierce | Weather | Once I dipt into the future far as human eye could see,
And I saw the Chief Forecaster, dead as any one can be--
Dead and damned and shut in Hades as a liar from his birth,
With a record of unreason seldome paralleled on earth.
While I looked he reared him solemnly, that incandescent youth,
From the coals that he'd preferred to the advantages of truth.
He cast his eyes about him and above him; then he wrote
On a slab of thin asbestos what I venture here to quote--
For I read it in the rose-light of the everlasting glow:
'Cloudy; variable winds, with local showers; cooler; snow.' | weather |
13,919 | AniruddhaPathak | Weather | All can a lesson learn from weather
The way cryptic tongues it can weather,
And still never agree
To change but a degree,
Nonchalant still remain
If or not it would rain,
And not a scruffy ruffled feather!
__________________________________________
Tongue-in-cheek | 06.01.05 | | weather |
13,920 | EveMerriam | Weather | Dot a dot dot dot a dot dot
Spotting the windowpane.
Spack a spack speck flick a flack fleck
Freckling the windowpane.
A spatter a scatter a wet cat a clatter
A splatter a rumble outside.
Umbrella umbrella umbrella umbrella
Bumbershoot barrel of rain.
Slosh a galosh slosh a galosh
Slither and slather a glide
A puddle a jump a puddle a jump
A puddle a jump puddle splosh
A juddle a pump a luddle a dump
A pudmuddle jump in and slide! | weather |
13,921 | HerbertNehrlich | Weather | Today the sun shines,
then some clouds,
it cannot always be the same.
What I don't like about the weather
is we the people aren't allowed
to have some input - what a shame!
No consultation, consideration,
just titillation, exasperation,
and consternation, then desperation.
As thunder follows lightning strikes
I am not asked, it's just not done,
and all the while these climate spikes
can get you down or may be fun.
And when the Gods want you to pay
they punish you - they even may
condemn you if you're innocent:
The honest soul needs to repent.
And that reminds me, I hear thunder
the weather's better here -Down Under. | weather |
13,922 | JENIEFRANKSAY | Weather | The open window before me,
I look through and see,
The cloudy sky grey,
No winds today | weather |
13,923 | MarchetteChute | Weather | It is a windy day.
The water's white with spray.
And pretty soon, if this keeps up,
The world will blow away. | weather |
13,924 | MarilynLott | Weather | There is one thing we can’t avoid
And that, my friend, is weather
It is usually unpredictable
As the clouds began to gather
Or perhaps a puff of wind picks up
And those clouds will blow away
In summer the sun is warm and nice
And we hope that it will stay
But in the winter it’s so different
The clouds help us stay warm
They hover above protectively
Or is there a chance of a storm?
It is really very complicated
That’s why we have those who know
What it all means when suddenly
The winds begin to blow
Rain pours down and it floods
The wind brings a tornado
Hurricane’s can be devastating
So troubling, don’t you think so?
And the snow, oh let me tell you
It can cripple a city over night
It stops everything in its tracks
Blanketing what ever is in sight
The experts spend lots of time
With fancy equipment and such
But since we can’t change a thing
I don’t worry about it too much! | weather |
13,925 | NeelaNathDas | Weather | Weather stops me
running my nerves.
I'll rather sleep
under the leafy
tree of Amaltas.
The scorching heat
of the summer days
and the penetrating
sunlight will be gone,
with its keen rays.
The breeze will cool
my restless mind
and the shade may
balm my fever
leaving my grief behind. | weather |
13,926 | ToshieNohara | Weather | According to a place and time in the world
Depending upon the four sweasons of the year
Weather is described in many ways
It can be
fair
good
clear
fine
sunny
d ry
hot
bad
terrible
horrible
merci less
stormy
foul
favorable
breezy
calm
cool
cloudy
windy
rainy
snowy
cold
unseasonable
unpredi ctable
intolerable
Showers alternate with sunshine
in April weather
People's emotion badly
affected by weather
Some are happy and satisfied
Others are sad and moody
Yet nobody can ever
control weather. | weather |
13,952 | FaySlimm | BlightedWeddingDay | She opened her eyes and dawn
Entered her mind, falling
Into her heart it sparkled
With rose-petal joy, imparting
A light to her thoughts. Today
She was to be wed, shaky
She rose and looked around
At the brightening room proudly.
Wedding gown hung dreamily
And appeared very unreal.
Cream lace, studded with roses
And pearls, it shone, imposing
A tender glow to her soul.
This day she would be wholly
His, and the image gave blush
To her cheeks, - then a crushing
Thought filled her with painful
Foreboding - - - he would again
Be away to war before
The day was done. With awful
Blight on wedded bliss, fear crept
Over her heart, and she wept. | wedding |
13,927 | BernardShaw | WeatherReport | Today it's raining cats and dogs,
Tomorrow it might be raining frogs.
If I should drink some syrup of figs,
perhaps tomorrow it will rain some pigs.
Last week we had lots and lots of snow,
My snow-mans joined the Navy you know.
Soon it will be time for April showers,
Will this help to paint the flowers.
Now I'll put on my sou'-wester,
And catch a boat that's going to Chester.
I might even make a telephone call,
To ask the sun to shine on us all.
A man I know wants to hire a boat,
Will this help him to keep afloat.
One of these days very very soon,
I'll catch a bus that's going to the moon.
In Burma I'm told they get monsoons,
They eat curried rice with wooden spoons.
There was also a man in China town,
That built his house upside down.
Now this poem is not a weather report,
And if it rains tomorrow, It's not my fault. | weather |
13,928 | D├│nallDempsey | WeatherReport | The weather reports
there will be
humans
here
here
&
here.
Long may
we reign
the storm clouds
laugh & bellow
peeing down
like Gods
relieving
themselves
on the humans
far below
scurrying like ants
for cover...cover! | weather |
13,929 | SamanyanLakshminarayanan | WeatherReportsAlwaysFail3liner | whether the weather
is predictable or not
weather reports are
[after reading sandra maitryes; a passing cyclone] | weather |
13,930 | RayLucero | WeatherWars | Severe storms, earthquakes and the like
Caused by Tesla technology aka HAARP
Perpetrated by America’s “Fourth Reich”
While politicos, networks n’ pundits carp
(Wake up…inform yourself, then push for change) | weather |
13,931 | FaySlimm | WeatherWise | From murky
overcast sky
rife with heavily
laden cold
comes out of nowhere
brightness.
The warm sun's face
pushes holes
through
to reveal cornflower blue
circles of bloom,
bouqueting
the day
Smiles begin
undoing furrowed brows
and start
breaking frowns in two,
increasingly.
From nowhere folk want
to hello
and tension
shows a release.
Murky weather moods
have to go. | weather |
13,932 | AngelaFletcher | WhatWeather | The leaves are blowing away
Up, up, and away they go.
Swish, swoosh, they go.
Like a dancing ballerina
Up, up and away they go
Way up , in the sky.
The trees standing there,
Their branches all bare.
The wind whistling throughout empty branches,
The trees look scary, swish, swoosh,
The wind is getting louder,
Throughout the trees it howls
The trees are blowing
From side to side
Like someone dancing swiftly,
The clouds in the sky are moving quietly
Is the weather ever going to change,
What weather it is today | weather |
13,933 | AnonymousBritish | WhetherTheWeatherBeFine | Whether the weather be fine
Or whether the weather be not,
Whether the weather be cold
Or whether the weather be hot,
We'll weather the weather
Whatever the weather,
Whether we like it or not. | weather |
13,934 | D├│nallDempsey | WhetherTheWeather | I, not
knowing then
that you
would be
my
now
walked by your house
for years
before the years
brought us together
as if
our paths
were blown
together
by the weather
chasing after
your wind-snatched hat
bring it back
tamed in my hand
to be tamed
in turn
by your smile
& the touch of your hand
as I give it
reluctantly
back
unwilling
to let go
of your fingertips
our laughter
lost in a flock
of leaves
throwing themselves
against our bodies
and Time
(that took its time)
seemed now
in a hurry.
We now
forever
comfortable
with this intimacy
your breath
stroking my face with
its thank you.
All as if
weather & leaves
had conspired
to bring us
together
our voices
naked with desire
our footsteps
& shadows
so soon
mingling
into one. | weather |
13,935 | JohnKnight | WintersWinsomeWeather | Crisp Winter, final season of the year,
Comes suddenly when awesome Autumn's past
The frost makes Winter mornings bright and clear,
But fosters Winter's biting icey blasts.
But Winter's winsomeness is also there,
The snow which hides the scars of furrowed ground,
The frost that sparkles on the hedgerows bare,
The snow that muffles harsh intrusive sound.
Ah! Winter, time of joy and peace and cheer,
Of carols chant and chimes of Christmas Bells,
The promise of 'The love that casts out fear',
The pleasure of sweet spicey Yuletide smells.
Remind us after Winter comes the Spring
When all things bright and beautiful will sing!
(John Knight - September 2009) .
Is Winter your favourite Season? If it is please post a comment saying why. In the UK we have many many parties and presents and holidays celebrating Christmas and New Year, This is to compensate for many cold and drizzly days. Despite Global Warming we stll get some snow in the North and especially Scotland where we have popular Ski Resorts. Winter in the Northern USA and Canada and Scandinavia and Russia is awesome and a great opportunity for Winter Sports and Apre-ski! People whose Birthday is on Christmas Day (DECEMBER 25) are doubly blessed because they are allowed a separate celebration on JUNE 25 in the following year. I have used capital letters for the Seasons in this poem because I think they are worth it. It is no longer de rigeur in the UK. John Knight. | weather |
13,936 | DavidDarbyshire | YouCanConquerAnyWeather | My face falls into my hands,
can't cope any more.
Down the drain went all my plans,
put them in the bottom drawer.
This all might sound hardcore,
but my plan I will not ignore.
I'm gonna pull myself together,
I can conquer any weather.
My plan I dug out again,
going to use my brain.
I am not quite slain,
I will not hang my head in shame.
Any plan is a good plan,
you just got to stick to it.
Hold your head up be a man,
what ever you do don't quit. | weather |
13,937 | MichaelShepherd | 0093theSoulsWeddingChamber | Night falls, so gently, from the darkening sky,
soft calling us to leave all that the day
has shone upon; from universal light
to turn to homely private lamp, and seek
what evening's quiet brings our close-knit souls.
Then, love, as midnight calls us to our rest,
lay down the things of day, and mount the stair
to that so private chamber where our love
may seek the oneness in our otherness,
enjoy distinction in our single sight;
put out the light, lay down the he and she
to seek the god and goddess of sweet night.
Thus is the soul to God, and God to soul;
in loving dark unknowing, love known whole. | wedding |
13,949 | MamtaAgarwal | AtAWedding | Unlike the days gone by
When the veil covered the eyes,
And the bride couldn’t even catch
A glimpse of one she was getting married.
My niece stepped out with parted lips,
Radiant, swaying to the beat with her hips.
It was the traditional ladies sangeet,
All the naughty songs were played to tease.
The boy was there with his friends,
A formal invitation had been sent.
There was warmth and bonhomie,
Both young and old were acting naughty.
Men too danced with abandon and energy
I too longed to join in the revelry
Come on dear, what… he said with a start,
Let’s too dance, I feel young at heart.
Disgruntled, 'you know I have two left feet',
Let me lead, and you move with the beat'.
'Mam, that's what I have done all my life,
From the day i took you for my wife...'
Ladies sangeet is a musical evening, a day before the traditional north indian wedding ceremony. | wedding |
13,938 | johntiongchunghoo | 08SpringWeddingCharlesAndCamilla | love never grows old
like vintage wine
it acquires a taste,
richness and smoothness
that swirls on the stage
of a connoisseur's
discerning tongue
to lift the joy of his heart
as the days go by
only those with it know why
in the heartfelt smile
of Charles, Camilla
love shines bright as
the fresh spring foliage,
a sparkling rage over
the gnarled weather beaten
branches and twigs
every bloom and leaf
is a renewal of hope
that seeps through every
royal vein today
now in charles' arms
lingers the charms
of spring that slowly
surely makes itself felt
after a frostbiting blizzard
a refreshing rose
greets the spring wind
twists gently to and fro
in a nuptial dance
to herald a new season
yesterday was deception,
a withered patch
taken over by snow
two persons left in the cold
living out other people's dreams
today a world comes true
for Charles and Camilla to
share their real selves
feeling with the world
the snow that slowly melts,
gives way to the beauty below -
a man and woman on a piece
of ground satiated with
their love for each other
a long cherished passion
that would see spring
spring into a riotious ring
of well wishes and joy
the rose that trails
the spring wind to fall
on Charles' arms today
god's gift after a trailblazing storm | wedding |
13,939 | JohnKnight | 625AWeddingBlessing | I wrote this blessing to read at my Granddaughter Rachel's Wedding. I read it just as we sat down for the Wedding Breakfast.
We stand before God to bless David and Rachel on their Wedding Day
May God - by whose will creation had its being
Bless you real good in your union together
May Christ seal your marriage with the seal of His love
May the Holy Spirit guide you in joy and peace.
We give thanks to God the Father who will bless you
To God the Son who rejoices - with us - in your spiritual union
To God the Holy Spirit - who will indwell you forever
Father - we thank you for your provision in all things
We thank you for this meal - to celebrate the marriage
Of David and Rachel - and their commitment
To each other and to your service.
We ask you to bless this meal - and
Our fellowship together - on this
Very very special occasion.
In Christ's Name............................... AMEN.
(John Knight - Colchester UK - March 2010) | wedding |
13,940 | MichaelMicmacMccrory | AJinxedWeddingRing | ‘A Jinxed wedding ring’
A gold wedding ring with diamonds two
A hundred years ago was bought new
He went down a mine, a hole to blow
Something went wrong, what? We’ll never know
She kept the ring on her wedding finger
Cos for his return, she did linger
She died all alone in a paupers bed
Wear this on your wedding day to the nurse she said
The nurse wore it with pride
Seeing the old lady by her side
Next day her husband went off to war
Never to be seen any more
She waited for him and happy news
A life of solitude was what she choose
Constantly waiting forever forlorn
Her wedding ring forever worn
The nurse gave it to her daughter
Whose husband also went of to the slaughter
She wondered what It was all for
Another widow, another product of war
The ring was passed down to her son
Who gave it to his chosen one
But, shortly after the lovers pact
They were both victims of a terrorist act
Once something new the ring of gold
Was handed down as the something old
There’s no use for you to get worried
The jinxed ring is now buried
Never to produce another loner
Interred with it’s last owner
Another gold ring with diamonds two
My dear! ! ! Will be bought just for you
Michael Micmac Mccrory | wedding |
13,941 | RobertGraves | ASliceOfWeddingCake | Why have such scores of lovely, gifted girls
Married impossible men?
Simple self-sacrifice may be ruled out,
And missionary endeavour, nine times out of ten.
Repeat 'impossible men': not merely rustic,
Foul-tempered or depraved
(Dramatic foils chosen to show the world
How well women behave, and always have behaved).
Impossible men: idle, illiterate,
Self-pitying, dirty, sly,
For whose appearance even in City parks
Excuses must be made to casual passers-by.
Has God's supply of tolerable husbands
Fallen, in fact, so low?
Or do I always over-value woman
At the expense of man?
Do I?
It might be so. | wedding |
13,942 | RobertRorabeck | AWeddingAtMyFuneral | The time has not come before
And this is new.
The light is opening for the day
An ingénue displaying her bosom
To man’s face-
I remember when
I was young in following her.
Her tassels feeling through the trees
And drinking roots,
She laughed even while
Alone;
Giggling,
She rode her bicycle across campus.
I staid up all night and prayed for her.
When tired, she slept
In the shade of a house-
Eyes half closed. I came to her,
She yawned and turned me away.
She said she loved me
Only when she was drunk,
And it was yet that time-
So long ago, yesterday....
Then early this morning she came to me
And offered me the quaff
Of lips.
Dripping nectar on the limbs,
She said, “Never before now, old man, ”
As they lowered me in the grave,
Her light budded
A valleyide of rubrum,
A wedding at my funeral. | wedding |
13,943 | WilfridScawenBlunt | AWeddingMarch | Clash your cymbals, maids, to--day.
Chaunt the praise of Cynthia.
You, her virgins, yokeless, free,
Young Time's choice, his brides--to--be.
Nymphs in white, who hand in hand
Next to her high altar stand,
Take your timbrels, strike your strings;
Tune them to Love's clamourings.
Heralds be of her your fairest,
Her of rarities the rarest.
Instant all her laud rehearse,
Idol of your universe;
And thus armed stand forth and say,
``All is nought but Cynthia.''
Clash your cymbals. Beat your drums.
Cynthia in her glory comes,
High with him whose duty is
Her to lead to a new bliss.
Ah, what fortune his to be
Angel of her ecstasy!
Red with roses Love's path lies,
Rich in rainbows of surprise.
They that tread it wiser are
Than the wise kings with their star,
Eve and morn who went pursuing
Eve's old hopes to Time's undoing,
Robbing Time of his vain wrath.
Run to Love; take all he hath,
Idle maids! Nay, shout and sing,
In Love's praise new chorusing,
Stintless this thrice happy day.
Shout aloud for Cynthia! | wedding |
13,944 | OtteriSelvakumar | AWedding | wedding
is not
Make you...
Wedding is
Fun for hevan...
Heaven is
Wedding...
Life is
Boor and
Cry too
Fighting...
oh...
god...
what is
this..? | wedding |
13,945 | JeanIngelow | AWeddingSong | Come up the broad river, the Thames, my Dane,
My Dane with the beautiful eyes!
Thousands and thousands await thee full fain,
And talk of the wind and the skies.
Fear not from folk and from country to part,
O, I swear it is wisely done:
For (I said) I will bear me by thee, sweetheart,
As becometh my father's son.
Great London was shouting as I went down.
'She is worthy,' I said, 'of this;
What shall I give who have promised a crown?
O, first I will give her a kiss.'
So I kissed her and brought her, my Dane, my Dane,
Through the waving wonderful crowd:
Thousands and thousands, they shouted amain,
Like mighty thunders and loud.
And they said, 'He is young, the lad we love,
The heir of the Isles is young:
How we deem of his mother, and one gone above,
Can neither be said nor sung.
He brings us a pledge—he will do his part
With the best of his race and name;'—
And I will, for I look to live, sweetheart,
As may suit with my mother's fame. | wedding |
13,953 | KeneHall | DeathMakeMyFuneralHappyLikeAWedding | Make my funeral happy when my life as gone
Dress in rainbow colours nothing dark and drab
Smile though your hearts are aching
Send me off with a King Cole song
My darling wife all thru my life my kids and theirs
I love you all, give a toast have a dance and really stand up tall
Shed a tear of course but finish off, with a grin
Turn this into a happy day God approves it ain’t no sin
Bring on the clowns and dancers, cakes and fun
Open all the doors and fill the place with sun
Fill your hearts with joy in knowing I’m dressed in white and
Dancing in the clouds and see, my quickstep makes it rain
I promise to you all I will rest in peace if after this day
You will live every day in happiness and pursue your dreams of joy
Then if you do I assure you they will all come true...........
God bless you's all | wedding |
13,954 | JoyceHemsley | DiamondWedding | A Golden Wedding had to be
A celebration to remember.
Dancing through the years with thee
Steps were sure ~ kisses tender.
Sparkling words of love to share
Brimming over with such kindness.
Satins and lace, and beauty of face,
But glamour is now far behind us.
Does love still linger, can it be true
We will celebrate in heaven?
Death us may part, but take my heart
And there will be - A Diamond Wedding. | wedding |
13,955 | MaryDarbyRobinson | EdmundsWedding | By the side of the brook, where the willow is waving
Why sits the wan Youth, in his wedding-suit gay!
Now sighing so deeply, now frantickly raving
Beneath the pale light of the moon's sickly ray.
Now he starts, all aghast, and with horror's wild gesture,
Cries, "AGNES is coming, I know her white vesture!
"See! see! how she beckons me on to the willow,
"Where, on the cold turf, she has made our rude pillow.
"Sweet girl ! yes I know thee; thy cheek's living roses
"Are chang'd and grown pale, with the touch of despair:
"And thy bosom no longer the lily discloses--
"For thorns, my poor AGNES, are now planted there!
"Thy blue, starry Eyes! are all dimm'd by dark sorrow;
"No more from thy lip, can the flow'r fragrance borrow;
"For cold does it seem, like the pale light of morning,
"And thou smil'st, as in sadness, thy fond lover, scorning!
"From the red scene of slaughter thy Edmund returning,
"Has dress'd himself gayly, with May-blooming flow'rs;
"His bosom, dear AGNES! still faithfully burning,
"While, madly impatient, his eyes beam in show'rs!
"O ! many a time have I thought of thy beauty--
"When cannons, loud roaring, taught Valour its duty;
"And many a time, have I sigh'd to behold thee--
"When the sulphur of War, in its cloudy mist roll'd me!
"At the still hour of morn, when the Camp was reposing,
"I wander'd alone on the wide dewy plain:
"And when the gold curtains of Ev'ning were closing,
"I watch'd the long shadows steal over the Main!
"Across the wild Ocean, half frantic they bore me,
"Unheeding my groans, from Thee, AGNES, they tore me;
"But, though my poor heart might have bled in the battle,
"Thy name should have echoed, amidst the loud rattle!
"When I gaz'd on the field of the dead and the dying--
"O AGNES! my fancy still wander'd to Thee!
"When around, my brave Comrades in anguish were lying,
"I long'd on the death-bed of Valour to be.
"For, sever'd from THEE, my SWEET GIRL, the loud thunder
"Which tore the soft fetters of fondness asunder--
"Had only one kindness, in mercy to shew me,
"To bid me die bravely , that thou, Love, may'st know me!
His arms now are folded, he bows as in sorrow,
His tears trickle fast, down his wedding-suit gay;
"My AGNES will bless me," he murmurs, "to-morrow,
"As fresh as the breezes that welcome the day !"
Poor Youth! know thy AGNES, so lovely and blooming,
Stern Death has embrac'd, all her beauties entombing!
And, pale as her shroud in the grave she reposes,
Her bosom of snow, all besprinkled with Roses!
Her Cottage is now in the dark dell decaying,
And shatter'd the casements, and clos'd is the door,
And the nettle now waves, where the wild KID is playing,
And the neat little garden with weeds is grown o'er!
The Owl builds its nest in the thatch, and there, shrieking,
(A place all deserted and lonely bespeaking)
Salutes the night traveller, wandering near it,
And makes his faint heart, sicken sadly to hear it.
Then Youth, for thy habit, henceforth, thou should'st borrow
The Raven's dark colour, and mourn for thy dear:
Thy AGNES for thee, would have cherish'd her Sorrow,
And drest her pale cheek with a lingering tear:
For, soon as thy steps to the Battle departed,
She droop'd, and poor Maiden ! she died, broken hearted
And the turf that is bound with fresh garlands of roses,
Is now the cold bed, where her sorrow reposes!
The gay and the giddy may revel in pleasure,--
May think themselves happy, their short summer-day;
May gaze, with fond transport, on fortune's rich treasure,
And, carelessly sporting,--drive sorrow away:
But the bosom, where feeling and truth are united--
From folly's bright tinsel will turn, undelighted--
And find, at the grave where thy AGNES is sleeping,
That the proudest of hours, is the lone hour of weeping!
The Youth now approach'd the long branch of the willow,
And stripping its leaves, on the turf threw them round.
"Here, here, my sweet AGNES! I make my last pillow,
"My bed of long slumber, shall be the cold ground!
"The Sun, when it rises above thy low dwelling,
"Shall gild the tall Spire, where my death-toll is knelling.
"And when the next twilight its soft tears is shedding,
"At thy Grave shall the Villagers--witness our WEDDING!
Now over the Hills he beheld a group coming,
Their arms glitter'd bright, as the Sun slowly rose;
He heard them their purposes, far distant, humming,
And welcom'd the moment, that ended his woes!--
And now the fierce Comrade, unfeeling, espies him,
He darts thro' the thicket, in hopes to surprize him;
But EDMUND, of Valour the dauntless defender,
Now smiles , while his CORPORAL bids him--"SURRENDER!"
Soon, prov'd a DESERTER, Stern Justice prevailing,
HE DIED! and his Spirit to AGNES is fled:--
The breeze, on the mountain's tall summit now sailing
Fans lightly the dew-drops, that spangle their bed!
The Villagers, thronging around, scatter roses,
The grey wing of Evening the western sky closes,--
And Night's sable pall, o'er the landscape extending,
Is the mourning of Nature! the SOLEMN SCENE ENDING. | wedding |
13,956 | GeorgeGordonByron | EpigramOnMyWeddingDayToPenelope | This day, of all our days, has done
The worst for me and you :-
'Tis just six years since we were one,
And five since we were two. | wedding |
13,957 | RaviKopra | GrandmasWeddingShoes | I'm getting ready
For the garage sale tomorrow
My grandma passed away
A few weeks ago
She was a collector of things
You would never know.
I am thinking to sell
Her pair of wedding shoes
She wore one morning
Sixty years ago
Walking slowly
In a long tailed wedding gown,
Holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand
While her father held the other
Soon to be given away to her beau,
Walking beside her proud and smiling
In a wedding tuxedo.
Could she have wildly imagined then
That Thirty years later
Her unwed daughter
Would give me up for adoption
Shortly after I was born?
My mom, a poor mother
Could not face raising me up.
I look at the pair of shoes
They still look like new to me.
She saved them as a treasure
In the original shoe box, tucked
Under her wedding grown
In her old leather suitcase
Made in some small
Now a non-existent Texas' town.
The shoes are high heeled
Light brown, each with two leather straps
To go around the ankles
Some sort of a hybrid
Of dress shoes and sandals,
High fashion luxury of grandma's days.
I look at them again
And change my mind
I will not sell them
They are worth a fortune to me.
Sixty years ago
After I do, I do
The choir boy rang
the wedding bells
On the top of the steeple.
That moment, my grandma
Was wearing these shoes. | wedding |
13,958 | JAMESROBERTS | HalloweenWedding | If I was a ghost in love
Walking veiled in mystery
I would ask a ghostly dove
to take a message to thee
Flying down from above
Asking you to marry me
From the spectoral one you love
Strange as this might be
On this October night
I think that it might be
For our guests a terrible fright
To see what they will see
And will they hear the I do's
Against the sea of wails
And will you always be true
To a lover who's very pale | wedding |
13,959 | DavidHarris | HappyWeddingAnniversaryMeggie | Marriage is a bond of love
sealed under the eyes of God.
An arrangement of love for one another,
and the enrichment of their two lives.
Wedding Anniversaries celebrate
the bond of both man and wife,
of their choice to live together
for the rest of their lives.
So as we say Happy Wedding Anniversary to someone.
We are celebrating two people
whose lives have now become one.
We are wishing them love,
luck for the future
and that more anniversaries
they will share together.
Happy Wedding Anniversary Meggie
with many many more to come.
From a special friend. | wedding |
13,960 | MaryNagy | HeBrokeHisWeddingRing | It finally snapped!
It had become tighter
over the years.
He pretended he didn’t notice
that his finger was growing
around the ring.
He assured me it didn’t hurt,
claimed his finger was always
that shade of purple,
but yesterday it was stretched
beyond it’s limits
and it just snapped.
He was pushing a shopping cart
(of all things!)
buying the needed supplies
to cook me a special dinner.
He stood there
like a deer caught in the headlights
not sure what to do.
Does this say something
about our marriage?
Did he really think our love
was dependant on a ring?
I grabbed his hand and looked
where the ring had been.
That finger looked so painful
the ring had actually left
a permanent imprint
as if his finger was made
of play dough.
I couldn’t help but wonder
if that is how our marriage has felt to him.
Confining, painful and restrictive………
I will buy him a new ring,
One that allows his finger room
To breathe and move freely
just as I want him to feel
in this marriage. | wedding |
13,961 | HenryWadsworthLongfellow | HiawathasWeddingFeast | You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis,
How the handsome Yenadizze
Danced at Hiawatha's wedding;
How the gentle Chibiabos,
He the sweetest of musicians,
Sang his songs of love and longing;
How Iagoo, the great boaster,
He the marvellous story-teller,
Told his tales of strange adventure,
That the feast might be more joyous,
That the time might pass more gayly,
And the guests be more contented.
Sumptuous was the feast Nokomis
Made at Hiawatha's wedding;
All the bowls were made of bass-wood,
White and polished very smoothly,
All the spoons of horn of bison,
Black and polished very smoothly.
She had sent through all the village
Messengers with wands of willow,
As a sign of invitation,
As a token of the feasting;
And the wedding guests assembled,
Clad in all their richest raiment,
Robes of fur and belts of wampum,
Splendid with their paint and plumage,
Beautiful with beads and tassels.
First they ate the sturgeon, Nahma,
And the pike, the Maskenozha,
Caught and cooked by old Nokomis;
Then on pemican they feasted,
Pemican and buffalo marrow,
Haunch of deer and hump of bison,
Yellow cakes of the Mondamin,
And the wild rice of the river.
But the gracious Hiawatha,
And the lovely Laughing Water,
And the careful old Nokomis,
Tasted not the food before them,
Only waited on the others
Only served their guests in silence.
And when all the guests had finished,
Old Nokomis, brisk and busy,
From an ample pouch of otter,
Filled the red-stone pipes for smoking
With tobacco from the South-land,
Mixed with bark of the red willow,
And with herbs and leaves of fragrance.
Then she said, "O Pau-Puk-Keewis,
Dance for us your merry dances,
Dance the Beggar's Dance to please us,
That the feast may be more joyous,
That the time may pass more gayly,
And our guests be more contented!"
Then the handsome Pau-Puk-Keewis,
He the idle Yenadizze,
He the merry mischief-maker,
Whom the people called the Storm-Fool,
Rose among the guests assembled.
Skilled was he in sports and pastimes,
In the merry dance of snow-shoes,
In the play of quoits and ball-play;
Skilled was he in games of hazard,
In all games of skill and hazard,
Pugasaing, the Bowl and Counters,
Kuntassoo, the Game of Plum-stones.
Though the warriors called him Faint-Heart,
Called him coward, Shaugodaya,
Idler, gambler, Yenadizze,
Little heeded he their jesting,
Little cared he for their insults,
For the women and the maidens
Loved the handsome Pau-Puk-Keewis.
He was dressed in shirt of doeskin,
White and soft, and fringed with ermine,
All inwrought with beads of wampum;
He was dressed in deer-skin leggings,
Fringed with hedgehog quills and ermine,
And in moccasins of buck-skin,
Thick with quills and beads embroidered.
On his head were plumes of swan's down,
On his heels were tails of foxes,
In one hand a fan of feathers,
And a pipe was in the other.
Barred with streaks of red and yellow,
Streaks of blue and bright vermilion,
Shone the face of Pau-Puk-Keewis.
From his forehead fell his tresses,
Smooth, and parted like a woman's,
Shining bright with oil, and plaited,
Hung with braids of scented grasses,
As among the guests assembled,
To the sound of flutes and singing,
To the sound of drums and voices,
Rose the handsome Pau-Puk-Keewis,
And began his mystic dances.
First he danced a solemn measure,
Very slow in step and gesture,
In and out among the pine-trees,
Through the shadows and the sunshine,
Treading softly like a panther.
Then more swiftly and still swifter,
Whirling, spinning round in circles,
Leaping o'er the guests assembled,
Eddying round and round the wigwam,
Till the leaves went whirling with him,
Till the dust and wind together
Swept in eddies round about him.
Then along the sandy margin
Of the lake, the Big-Sea-Water,
On he sped with frenzied gestures,
Stamped upon the sand, and tossed it
Wildly in the air around him;
Till the wind became a whirlwind,
Till the sand was blown and sifted
Like great snowdrifts o'er the landscape,
Heaping all the shores with Sand Dunes,
Sand Hills of the Nagow Wudjoo!
Thus the merry Pau-Puk-Keewis
Danced his Beggar's Dance to please them,
And, returning, sat down laughing
There among the guests assembled,
Sat and fanned himself serenely
With his fan of turkey-feathers.
Then they said to Chibiabos,
To the friend of Hiawatha,
To the sweetest of all singers,
To the best of all musicians,
"Sing to us, O Chibiabos!
Songs of love and songs of longing,
That the feast may be more joyous,
That the time may pass more gayly,
And our guests be more contented!"
And the gentle Chibiabos
Sang in accents sweet and tender,
Sang in tones of deep emotion,
Songs of love and songs of longing;
Looking still at Hiawatha,
Looking at fair Laughing Water,
Sang he softly, sang in this wise:
"Onaway! Awake, beloved!
Thou the wild-flower of the forest!
Thou the wild-bird of the prairie!
Thou with eyes so soft and fawn-like!
"If thou only lookest at me,
I am happy, I am happy,
As the lilies of the prairie,
When they feel the dew upon them!
"Sweet thy breath is as the fragrance
Of the wild-flowers in the morning,
As their fragrance is at evening,
In the Moon when leaves are falling.
"Does not all the blood within me
Leap to meet thee, leap to meet thee,
As the springs to meet the sunshine,
In the Moon when nights are brightest?
"Onaway! my heart sings to thee,
Sings with joy when thou art near me,
As the sighing, singing branches
In the pleasant Moon of Strawberries!
"When thou art not pleased, beloved,
Then my heart is sad and darkened,
As the shining river darkens
When the clouds drop shadows on it!
"When thou smilest, my beloved,
Then my troubled heart is brightened,
As in sunshine gleam the ripples
That the cold wind makes in rivers.
"Smiles the earth, and smile the waters,
Smile the cloudless skies above us,
But I lose the way of smiling
When thou art no longer near me!
"I myself, myself! behold me!
Blood of my beating heart, behold me!
Oh awake, awake, beloved!
Onaway! awake, beloved!"
Thus the gentle Chibiabos
Sang his song of love and longing;
And Iagoo, the great boaster,
He the marvellous story-teller,
He the friend of old Nokomis,
Jealous of the sweet musician,
Jealous of the applause they gave him,
Saw in all the eyes around him,
Saw in all their looks and gestures,
That the wedding guests assembled
Longed to hear his pleasant stories,
His immeasurable falsehoods.
Very boastful was Iagoo;
Never heard he an adventure
But himself had met a greater;
Never any deed of daring
But himself had done a bolder;
Never any marvellous story
But himself could tell a stranger.
Would you listen to his boasting,
Would you only give him credence,
No one ever shot an arrow
Half so far and high as he had;
Ever caught so many fishes,
Ever killed so many reindeer,
Ever trapped so many beaver!
None could run so fast as he could,
None could dive so deep as he could,
None could swim so far as he could;
None had made so many journeys,
None had seen so many wonders,
As this wonderful Iagoo,
As this marvellous story-teller!
Thus his name became a by-word
And a jest among the people;
And whene'er a boastful hunter
Praised his own address too highly,
Or a warrior, home returning,
Talked too much of his achievements,
All his hearers cried, "Iagoo!
Here's Iagoo come among us!"
He it was who carved the cradle
Of the little Hiawatha,
Carved its framework out of linden,
Bound it strong with reindeer sinews;
He it was who taught him later
How to make his bows and arrows,
How to make the bows of ash-tree,
And the arrows of the oak-tree.
So among the guests assembled
At my Hiawatha's wedding
Sat Iagoo, old and ugly,
Sat the marvellous story-teller.
And they said, "O good Iagoo,
Tell us now a tale of wonder,
Tell us of some strange adventure,
That the feast may be more joyous,
That the time may pass more gayly,
And our guests be more contented!"
And Iagoo answered straightway,
"You shall hear a tale of wonder,
You shall hear the strange adventures
Of Osseo, the Magician,
From the Evening Star descending." | wedding |
13,962 | SadiqullahKhan | JackalsWedding | The small dust particle
Is like an atom
Revolves on its centre
The light coming through the window
Gives it visibility
The drops of rain were falling
Splashing on earth
Leaving behind lightening thunders
We had heard in childhood
The rain drops so falling
Is the jackal's wedding
The celebration
Though deep in the heart
And around is the circle
Of the singing girls
And playing children
Islamabad
21/5/2010 | wedding |
13,963 | RaviSathasivam | LordTellsYouOnYourWeddingDay | I will make the sun shine bright on your wedding day
and I will make your night as a beautiful and peaceful one
I will make the heaven to throw his blessings to you
and I will show you how much I love you my son
Today is your wedding day and its the most beautiful day for you
A man and a woman promise each other in front of me to live together forever
and an oath of life between both of you can not be broken till the end
Trust each other and make your journey to the greatest love
Have a faith on me then I will protect you in many ways
and I will make your life worth to live the way you want to do so
Show your availability by coming to this church for prayers
and I will show you my ability through my precepts my son
Always, have a kind word for those who needs help
Always, give your heart for those who loves me
Always, make others to understand my strength and power
Always, have a hearty appetite to follow my steps my son
Today is your wedding day and its the most happiest day for you
Let the rest of your life be the best of life with my blessings
Walk with me my son I will clear all those rough path ways
and I will make you to reach a life without falling into any sins
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
Copyright @2006 Ravi Sathasivam | wedding |
13,964 | BillGrace | LovePoemForAWedding1976Chapbook | I love:
The tides that ebb and flow
And marbled lights on broken roads
The warmth of poetry within
Evening caress that transcends sin.
I love:
The birds that were duped by an early thaw
To mid-winter song, and wonder -
If they were so very wrong?
I ask you to take this ageing ring of gold
Companion touchstone of a first communion
And to hold its trust as we will mold
What God shall join for evermore. | wedding |
13,965 | RabindranathTagore | MaranMilanDeathWedding | Why do you speak so softly, Death, Death,
Creep upon me, watch me so stealthily?
This is not how a lover should behave.
When evening flowers droop upon their tired
Stems, when cattle are brought in from the fields
After a whole day’s grazing, you, Death,
Death, approach me with such gentle steps,
Settle yourself immovably by my side.
I cannot understand the things you say.
Alas, will this be how you will take me, Death,
Death? Like a thief, laying heavy sleep
On my eyes as you descend to my heart?
Will you thus let your tread be a slow beat
In my sleep-numbed blood, your jingling ankle-bells
A drowsy rumble in my ear? Will you, Death,
Death, wrap me, finally, in your cold
Arms and carry me away while I dream?
I do not know why you thus come and go.
Tell me, is this the way you wed, Death,
Death? Unceremonially, with no
Weight of sacrament or blessing or prayer?
Will you come with your massy tawny hair
Unkempt, unbound into a bright coil-crown?
Will no one bear your victory-flag before
Or after, will no torches glow like red
Eyes along the river, Death, Death?
Will earth not quake in terror at your step?
When fierce-eyed Siva came to take his bride,
Remember all the pomp and trappings, Death,
Death: the flapping tiger-skins he wore;
His roaring bull; the serpents hissing round
His hair; the bom-bom sound as he slapped his cheeks;
The necklace of skulls swinging round his neck;
The sudden raucous music as he blew
His horn to announce his coming - was this not
A better way of wedding, Death, Death?
And as that deathly wedding-party’s din
Grew nearer, Death, Death, tears of joy
Filled Gauri’s eyes and the garments at her breast
Quivered; her left eye fluttered and her heart
Pounded; her body quailed with thrilled delight
And her mind ran away with itself, Death, Death;
Her mother wailed and smote her head at the thought
Of receiving so wild a groom; and in his mind
Her father agreed calamity had struck.
Why must you always come like a thief, Death,
Death, always silently, at night’s end,
Leaving only tears? Come to me festively,
Make the whole night ring with your triumph, blow
Your victory-conch, dress me in blood-red robes,
Grasp me by the hand and sweep me away!
Pay no heed to what others may think, Death,
Death, for I shall of my own free will
Resort to you if you but take me gloriously.
If I am immersed in work in my room
When you arrive, Death, Death, then break
My work, thrust my unreadiness aside.
If I am sleeping, sinking all desires
In the dreamy pleasure of my bed, or I lie
With apathy gripping my heart and my eyes
Flickering between sleep and waking, fill
Your conch with your destructive breath and blow,
Death, Death, and I shall run to you.
I shall go to where your boat is moored,
Death, Death, to the sea where the wind rolls
Darkness towards me from infinity.
I may see black clouds massing in the far
North-east corner of the sky; fiery snakes
Of lightning may rear up with their hoods raised,
But I shall not flinch in unfounded fear -
I shall pass silently, unswervingly
Across that red storm-sea, Death, Death. | wedding |
13,966 | DinahMariaMulockCraik | MarysWedding | February 25th, 1851.
YOU are to be married, Mary;
This hour as I wakeful lie
In the dreamy dawn of the morning,
Your wedding hour draws nigh;
Miles off, you are rising, dressing,
Your bridemaidens gay among,
In the same old house we played in,--
You and I, when we were young.
Your bridemaids--they were our playmates:
Those known rooms, every wall,
Could speak of our childish frolics,
Loves, jealousies, great and small:
Do you mind how pansies changed we
And smiled at the word 'forget'?--
'T was a girl's romance: yet somehow
I have kept my pansy yet.
Do you mind our poems written
Together? our dreams of fame--
And of love--how we'd share all secrets
When that sweet mystery came?
It is no mystery now, Mary;
It was unveiled, year by year,
Till--this is your marriage morning;
And I rest quiet here.
I cannot call up your face, Mary,
The face of the bride to-day:
You have outgrown my knowledge,
The years have so slipped away.
I see but your girlish likeness,
Brown eyes and brown falling hair;--
God knows, I did love you dearly,
And was proud that you were fair.
Many speak my name, Mary,
While yours in home's silence lies:
The future I read in toil's guerdon,
You will read in your children's eyes:
The past--the same past with either--
Is to you a delightsome scene,
But I cannot trace it clearly
For the graves that rise between.
I am glad you are happy, Mary!
These tears, could you see them fall,
Would show, though you have forgotten,
I have remembered all.
And though my cup may be empty
While yours is all running o'er,
Heaven keep you its sweetness, Mary,
Brimming for evermore. | wedding |
13,967 | KranthiPothineni | MyLovesWedding | One said, its a secret
So don't say to anyone
Said, she is marrying
That she is, my love
The one, don't knew it
Heart stopped for second
And started to pain badly
My throat too had felt it
But my lips had smiled
And said, its good news
The one said me date
And told me to come
By then heart was broken
But my lips still smiled
Said, wish i can do so
The one started to say
About my loves only love
So my ears were on job
And lips carried the talk
But rest of me had died
The one told me all
About my loves love
Then my dead heart felt
My loves love is better
Far far better than me
So I wiped my eyes
Said bye to the one
And placed hand on heart
Said, its time to sing
For my only loves wedding
Wedding, which i can't go
My broken heart is weak
It can't break down more
But its each broken piece
Sings a happy marry life
Forever to my loves wedding | wedding |
13,968 | MSNIVEDITABAGCHISPCUK | MyMomsWedding | Humble submission: ~ India gives highest tribute to Motherhoodness. Women are considered as embodiment of Mother. Here in Poem Hunter I’d rare privilege to get all love, psychic solace and support from Mom Almedia. As I’m reared in Indian milieu it was not difficult for me to accept Ma’am Almedia as Mom [vide ‘OMNI PERVADING MOTHER’].
To quote Mom [23.10.10] ‘I will read one of your poems at my wedding dinner on the 7th of November… I'm wearing sori [sari] on my wedding day’.
Wow! ~ Wow! ! ~ Wow! ! ! Spellbound and dumbfounded I’m Mom by your nectarine love for me.
Mom I wish salubrious and spic peace [Shanti] ~ wee niv.
Today I’ve also posted one poetry [Paean] which is also on wholesome Motherhoodness.
~ MY MOM’S WEDDING ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
29 October 2010
Falling love is innate and incurable
Unchallangbly dependably durable
There will be flowething bliss unstoppable
Vibe escalation catharsis in all inflatable
May All Highest bestow love calorie inextinguishable
Is the sincere prayer of wee niv is unfathomable.
Why fuss for age
Ride and rally on sledge
Explore explode in ablaze
Bloom and boom in made for each other tutelage
Savor love care share bear bare in life’s mileage.
===
Copyright reserved by author | wedding |
13,969 | LesaMRK | MyWeddingDay | My wedding day
The day before it we had a fight
Bits and pieces stay in the mind
Your tears and my fright
For all you would not say,
Became as a wall between us that night.
My wedding day
So many lights
Wanting to disappear into the crowd
Can't you take me away?
Please, listen......
Hear the words I am afraid to say.
My wedding day
Why in the world am I here?
This isn't truly where I long to be....
Please, just say the words,
The ones you'd speak to set me free.
My wedding day
A smile on my face to mask the sorrow
This wasn't what I wanted....
I've truly only wanted you.
The biggest mistake I'll ever make...
Are these vows I'm about to take.
My wedding day
And in the end I am in your arms
But for only heartbeat; a moment-
You hold me close as your tears overflow.
All I ever really wanted was to hold you....
And forever it breaks my heart
That you chose to let me go. | wedding |
13,970 | RajaramRamachandran | Nalan104SelfChosenWeddingNews | Some Change Exists
The signs of love-sickness,
Were visible on the princess,
But her maids couldn’t guess
What was the reason behind this?
They were scared about her,
And told this to her mother,
“Dhamayanthi, your daughter
Is not doing well, as before.”
“Some change exists, we see.
Of late she’s not care free.”
On hearing this, her mother
Carried the news to her father.
Her Father came
On hearing the same,
Vimarasan, her father came,
Accompanied by her maids,
Many walking on both sides.
Some blew conches.
A few bet drums.
Others shook fans
To give him cool breeze.
Heading this royal procession,
He reached her mansion,
In a tense atmosphere
To know more about her.
The Girl Carried Creeper
Honeybees swarmed
Her flower garland
And were humming
Around while circling.
With her soft hair
She looked so fair.
She fell at his feet
As a mark of respect.
Wedding thoughts.
As she stood up face to face,
He saw her sweating face.
Her face was full of beauty
That made him so happy.
He thought, as a father,
“A chance be given to her
To select a bridegroom
Of her own, well in time.”
It was a prevailing custom
To select a bridegroom
From an assembly of princes
Eligible to marry a princess.
The bride went round,
With a flower garland,
To select her own
Choicest groom then.
Suyam-Varam day for the girl
The flooding surplus water,
From the Ganges River,
Was flowing, with noise,
O’er the green palm leaves.
The good country’s ruler,
Vidharpan, also her father,
Sent his royal messengers
To other states’ kings.
“We’ll have, from this day,
On the seventh auspicious day,
The Suyam-Varam ceremony
Of the Princess Dhamayanthi.”
Like this, he issued orders
Thro’ the tom-tom criers
To all the nooks and corners,
Also the towns and countries.
(Suyam-Varam = bridegroom
self-chosen by bride)
Great Kings Assembled
Great kings assembled,
For the ceremony held.
With all their royal pomp
And show they came up.
One with an umbrella, white,
Another, on a royal elephant,
The third, wore a big garland,
That, by bees, was swarmed.
One looked like a warrior,
Chandran Swarki, one more,
Also those, who praised him,
And, in Tamil poetry, adored him.
Like this, Kings in groups,
Of various, assorted types,
In Vidharba’s Capital arrived
And in the hall they assembled.
Royal Kings Arrived
To swallow the pollen grains,
Many bees swarmed the garlands,
Worn by the king Vimarasan,
The rich, broad chested man.
Elephants tied to posts,
Stood at his main gates.
Royal kings gathered in.
With their kith and kin.
Some of them stayed around
In tents laid on open ground,
Some in guest house or inn,
Awaiting the grand function.
Happiness everywhere
The Vidharpa’s King always held,
A spear of victory in his hand.
The red-lined-eyes of his daughter
Were pretty and crystal clear.
Like the Goddess Lakshmi
She represented beauty.
Like gold, shone her body.
Everyone was after this lady.
Inside the flower gardens,
Where birds stayed in,
And alongside lotus ponds
Some of them stayed in tents.
Came With Clouds
Nalan kept his eye vision
Right in the direction
By which the swan
Was likely to return.
He kept open his ears
To receive the news
From Dhamayanthi,
Whose face was lovely.
In the whirlpool of love,
He was immersed now,
That kept him very tired
In looking for swan that side.
In the sky, thro’ the cloud,
The flying swan hurried
Towards his direction,
That reduced his tension.
A Feast for the Ear
Nalan killed his enemies,
Who disobeyed his orders.
Such a great warrior
Stood like a beggar.
He was like a mendicant,
Who was a dependent
On rich men’s mercy,
To relive his poverty.
His posture was like this
When he heard the news
How she also loved him
And cared more for him.
He was so simple
And looked humble,
When the swan told
What all it heard.
No harm to her?
Nalan had a victorious spear,
That made his enemies fear.
He humbled his enemies,
Whose ego, he did suppress.
Immediately after he heard,
From the mouth of the bird,
He told, “Oh Swan, dear
The King of Swans, you’re.”
“It’s you, who got back,
My lost life for my sake,
Any harm did she face,
Let me know, in any case? ”
Told And Lost
At the command of Nalan,
There went the swan,
Met the lovely princess,
And conveyed the news.
It brought back the news
From the side of princess,
And passed the same on
To the victorious Nalan.
After hearing the news,
He lost his mental balance,
Could think nothing else,
And he became helpless.
Like an elephant in pit, he was
When he heard, she fell sick
Due to love, his heart broke.
Like an elephant in a pit
He fell into this love-pit.
He couldn’t come out
From this love-pit
That like fire burnt
His body and spirit.
Scene of Truth
The doors of Nalan
Were always kept open,
And never closed
During any period.
Bees slept with mates
In the beds of flowers
And it was fertile land
With greeneries around
The messengers who came
There to inform him,
Reached his palace
And gave him the news.
Get the Chariot
When they told Nalan
The news from Vimarasan,
He ordered his charioteer
To bring his chariot there.
First Man of the Town
Readily the chariot was kept.
At once Nalan took his seat.
He told the charioteer then
“Start the chariot soon.”
To the land of Vimarasan
Fast the chariot moved on
It was a land of plenty.
People lived there happily.
By the sea coastal side,
Vimarasan’s land spread.
From lotus flowed honey,
That made the land sticky.
Good lives lived in this land
Agriculture flourished there
Thick plants grew everywhere,
With gold like paddy grains
In his Nidathanadu plains.
Leaving this land behind,
His chariot went far ahead
In the land of Vimarasan
And reached the main town.
A sea of soldiers marched.
In alert, a bow-force stood,
As if it was scene of war
Ready to fight anywhere.
On this ceremonial occasion
The daughter of Vimarasan
Had a beautiful flower garland,
Adding colour to the back ground.
He saw beauty everywhere.
It was a great pleasure
For him to be there
In the land of his lover. | wedding |
13,971 | DylanThomas | OnAWeddingAnniversary | The sky is torn across
This ragged anniversary of two
Who moved for three years in tune
Down the long walks of their vows.
Now their love lies a loss
And Love and his patients roar on a chain;
From every tune or crater
Carrying cloud, Death strikes their house.
Too late in the wrong rain
They come together whom their love parted:
The windows pour into their heart
And the doors burn in their brain. | wedding |
13,972 | GeorgeGordonByron | OnMyWeddingDay | Here's a happy new year! but with reason
I beg you'll permit me to say
Wish me many returns of the season,
But as few as you please of the dy.
January 2, 1820. | wedding |
13,973 | EdwinArlingtonRobinson | OnTheNightOfAFriendsWedding | If ever I am old, and all alone,
I shall have killed one grief, at any rate;
For then, thank God, I shall not have to wait
Much longer for the sheaves that I have sown.
The devil only knows what I have done,
But here I am, and here are six or eight
Good friends, who most ingenuously prate
About my songs to such and such a one.
But everything is all askew to-night,—
As if the time were come, or almost come,
For their untenanted mirage of me
To lose itself and crumble out of sight,
Like a tall ship that floats above the foam
A little while, and then breaks utterly. | wedding |
13,974 | AmbroseBierce | OnTheWeddingOfTheAeronaut | Aeronaut, you're fairly caught,
Despite your bubble's leaven:
Out of the skies a lady's eyes
Have brought you down to Heaven!
No more, no more you'll freely soar
Above the grass and gravel:
Henceforth you'll walk-and she will chalk
The line that you're to travel! | wedding |
13,975 | JosephTRenaldi | OnceUponAWeddingDay | Once upon a wedding day
A couple joined in a close association
with hopes of love and good fortune to stay
That brought a state of euphoria to them
In every distinguished way.
Once upon a wedding day
the memories of their courtship
Glowed warmly in their heart
Where care and cultivated affection
Ever played a fundamental part.
Once upon a wedding day
The marriage ceremony was extra special
With the wedding march stately and slow
And the procession seemed to sparkle
And brought forth an attractive glow.
Once upon a wedding day
The marriage ceremony and festivities,
The cards and gifts and flowers
Filled this day with cheerfulness
And many lovely and happy hours.
Once upon a wedding day
Those that they loved surrounded them
To share their happiness this day
Bestowing their blessings of the marriage
And for their nuptial vows to forever stay. | wedding |
13,976 | D├│nallDempsey | Our1000thWedding | Delighted
you undo my tie
then use it to
pull me to you
button
by
button
undo
slowly my shirt
cuffs
with lustful laughter.
Then just
as suddenly you
cry
weep bitterly unexpectedly.
'Shhhhhh! '
I hold you
close to me
ask why
dry your tears with kisses.
'Sometimes...'
(through tears you tell me)
'I love you so
much
I wonder
what would I do
if I were
to lose you...? '
I sweep you
off your feet
carry you
like a bride to bed
swear to marry you
each night forever.
This, then
is our 1,000th wedding. | wedding |
13,977 | nimaldunuhinga | Our36thWeddingAnniversary | Oh! We have come across thirty six dark thorny streets hand-in-hand
And ultimately stranded here in the land of opportunity.
I shook the tall money tree in the back yard.
But only the decayed leaves fell leaving the ripen fruits on the tree top.
My beloved wife wants to make a love cake on this particular day.
And she search the money in her till.
She grumbled that I have stolen half of the collection for my aromatic cigars in vain.
There the mail came and were some greeting cards from Australia, Sri-Lanka & et cetera.
Our precious daughters and son-in-laws have sent some of their hard earned money.
We must be very grateful to our loved ones!
I whispered to my cock-a-hoop wife's ear; ' Darling leave the bourgeois love cake aside,
Buy a cheap bottle of wine and finish it to the bottom.
Then we could have a sound sleep on the couch
Dreaming of a better world to-morrow.
* The trouble is, old age is not interesting until one gets there.It's a foreign country with an unknown language to the young and even to the middle aged.
-May Sarton
As we are now | wedding |
13,978 | SherifMonem | OurWeddingBells | In our wedding night
I saw the bright stars
Promising us happiness
Through all days to come
My bride I much adore you
You have my unbound love
Your shining beauty
Your gleaming eyes
The doors to paradise
Your cheerfulness
Your radiating delight
The candles lead our way
In the journey of life
The golden bells
The silver bells
They will all chime
Announcing merrily
For joyful future
For beautiful family
Crowning our love | wedding |
13,979 | WilliamCarlosWilliams | PeasantWedding | Pour the wine bridegroom
where before you the
bride is enthroned her hair
loose at her temples a head
of ripe wheat is on
the wall beside her the
guests seated at long tables
the bagpipers are ready
there is a hound under
the table the bearded Mayor
is present women in their
starched headgear are
gabbing all but the bride
hands folded in her
lap is awkwardly silent simple
dishes are being served
clabber and what not
from a trestle made of an
unhinged barn door by two
helpers one in a red
coat a spoon in his hatband. | wedding |
13,980 | FrederickKesner | PhotosOnOurWeddingDay | Sit down with me awhile, my Love
Let's leave the world behind;
This hour belongs to us alone:
Our moment etched in time.
Lean upon my shoulder, Sweet
And press your cheek to mine.
Let's set our eyes to spy upon
Our promised
ever after
, find.
Rest your arm upon my knee
And hold that smile again.
Another spot is next in line
On our wedding photography. | wedding |
13,981 | MichaelShepherd | PoliticallyIncorrectPoem6OrJolieJolieWeddingVowsUpdated | ... for richer, or for richer still,
in status or in wealth,
in parenthood or career opportunity,
for as long as my current commitments permit,
I take thee... | wedding |
13,982 | SatheesanRangorath | PostWedding | Everywhere on floor litter paper cups.
Stale smell of jasmine flowers linger on.
Lie scattered are crushed carnations of bouquets.
Foul sweaty air blows from air conditioners.
Staring at the podium were a sea of sultry faces,
Where they exchanged rings and garlands.
Masked countenances were many in crowd.
Dyed n supplemented whole body by makeup.
A heap of plastic chairs stacked waiting.
Glittering graffiti n golden strings fly around.
Leftovers dried on dining tables, awaits a wipe.
Black ants returns home on a beeline with a morsel
A solitary wick in brass lamp still holds a flame.
Masks fallen from faces of dignitaries glares in light,
Expressions and emotions in many die stumbling on it.
Flow of life continues by sheath of births n deaths.
Beating a retreat sun peeps in with feeble rays.
Cast off by bride, a bouquet lie in a corner.
Day ends, as priests bid farewell with a grin.
Bride and groom enters back from their rest room
Night rides in a chariot driven by horses of time.
Couple on a ride to reality gallop on many terrains
Shades of moonlit images reflect on their faces.
At the end of ride, they alight in crumpled skin.
______________ | wedding |
13,983 | RajaramRamachandran | RamayanPart07WeddingOfSitaDaughterOfJanaka | Janaka, the King of Mithila,
A close friend of Dasaratha.
In a sowing ceremony held,
Ploughed a chosen field.
He saw amidst a nearby shrub,
A new born beautiful female babe,
And took her, as a father childless,
A gift from Mother Earth priceless!
To the palace, he brought her.
Sita, the lovely, he named her,
Adopted as his own daughter,
Proud of being her lucky father.
When she reached the proper age,
Almost ready for her marriage,
Janaka searched for an alliance,
Of the most suitable lovely prince.
He arranged for a competition.
To eligible princes sent a notification,
That her hand was for a worthy prince,
Who stringed the Shiva's bow once.
Princes of all the countries
Came and gave their tries,
But miserably failed to lift,
Bend or even slightly move it.
This brought worry to Janaka,
While the Sage Viswamitra,
Along with Lakshman and Rama,
Was nearing the city, Mithila,
On the way, an Ashram they saw
Of the revered Sage Gautama,
But none there was to be seen,
The Sage told them the reason.
Indra fell in love with Ahalya,
And in disguise as Gautama,
He had an undesirable union,
That she could have forsaken.
Indra tried to run away,
But the sage on the way,
Thro’ his inner eye view
What happened, he knew.
As a Gautama’s curse for his act,
His manhood total, he had lost,
And for the crying-pleading wife,
She had to live an invisible life.
He told that she be freed,
Back her visible life restored,
When the blessed feet of Ram
Touched the floor of the Ashram.
When Ram entered the site,
Ahalya appeared in their sight,
Gautama, by then, came there.
As a purified wife, he took her.
On their onward journey,
Towards the city roadway,
They went ahead slowly,
For the Royal ceremony.
King Janaka’s joy knew no bound,
At the sight of the lads he found.
He was so happy to give them
Both a hearty warm welcome.
At the king's humble request,
And at the Sage’s behest,
Ram bent, with ease, the divine bow,
But, just it broke into two.
Janaka offered the hand of Sita,
As a trophy for the winner Rama!
Dasaratha soon joined them,
For their marriage to perform.
What a pomp and show it was,
Beyond one’s description and guess?
Thus ended the Holy wedding of Sita-Ram,
With people hailing “Jai Janaki Ram! ”
It was the design of the Heaven,
That Goddess Lakshmi be born
As Sita to marry Rama incarnation
Of God Vishnu, in this Holy mission.
Even today, there goes a belief,
That a Hindu unmarried gets a relief,
Once he or she reads this in Ram’s life,
Gets married soon as husband and wife.
(Ashram = Cottage) (Indra = Lord of all the heavenly bodies) | wedding |
13,984 | RobertRorabeck | RomeoAndJulietsWeddingVows | Juliet:
I will be thy chased rose and take thy name.
My heart will continue drumming its love for you the same;
And though thy mother and father mean nothing to me—
You are the sun rising over the bosom of my heart’s sea.
I will go with you hand in young hand
And be like your shadow roaming with you across the land.
In your eyes I see the myriad truths of my own soul
A kaleidoscope of sea shells in a pretty bowl—
To you, my love, I will always be true—
And that is why I say that I do—
Romeo:
To think that the very sun I saw last night should so suddenly be mine
It gives me proof, at last, in a god that is kind—
For to you, I will be the very bird returning to burn in your sky:
And every night, I hope that with you in bed I lie—
So happy I am that you should become the rose that bares my name—
To your midnight’s balcony I am so glad I came—
Now if we can only escape the dark fate I am so afraid that I see
And that you can go on forever with me.
Now let me take your lips to my lips
and share for a moment an eternity’s bliss. | wedding |
13,985 | VernonScannell | SilverWedding | Silver Wedding
The party is over and I sit among
The flotsam that its passing leaves,
The dirty glasses and fag-ends:
Outside, a black wind grieves.
Two decades and a half of marriage;
It does not really seem as long,
Of youth's ebullient song.
David, my son, my loved rival,
And Julia, my tapering daughter,
Now grant me one achievement only;
I turn their wine to water.
And Helen, partner of all these years,
Helen, my spouse, my sack of sighs,
Reproaches me for every hurt
With injured, bovine eyes.
There must have been passion once, I grant,
But neither she nor I could bear
To have its ghost come prowling from
Its dark and frowsy lair.
And we, to keep our nuptials warm,
Still wage sporadic war;
Numb with insult each yet strives
To scratch the other raw.
Twenty-five years we've now survived;
I'm not sure either why or how
As I sit with a wreath of quarrels set
On my tired and balding brow.
Submitted by Andrew Mayers | wedding |
13,986 | JohannWolfgangvonGoethe | SirCurtsWeddingJourney | WITH a bridegroom's joyous bearing,
Mounts Sir Curt his noble beast,
To his mistress' home repairing,
There to hold his wedding feast;
When a threatening foe advances
From a desert, rocky spot;
For the fray they couch their lances,
Not delaying, speaking not.
Long the doubtful fight continues,
Victory then for Curt declares;
Conqueror, though with wearied sinews,
Forward on his road he fares.
When he sees, though strange it may be,
Something 'midst the foliage move;
'Tis a mother, with her baby,
Stealing softly through the grove!
And upon the spot she beckons--
"Wherefore, love, this speed so wild?
Of the wealth thy storehouse reckons,
Hast thou nought to give thy child!"
Flames of rapture now dart through him,
And he longs for nothing more,
While the mother seemeth to him
Lovely as the maid of yore.
But he hears his servants blowing,
And bethinks him of his bride;
And ere long, while onward going,
Chances past a fair to ride;
In the booths he forthwith buys him
For his mistress many a pledge;
But, alas! some Jews surprise him,
And long-standing debts allege.
And the courts of justice duly
Send the knight to prison straight.
Oh accursed story, truly!
For a hero, what a fate!
Can my patience such things weather?
Great is my perplexity.
Women, debts, and foes together,--
Ah, no knight escapes scot free! | wedding |
13,987 | CandySimpson | SisterssWeddingPoemFromYourLittleSister | My Sister Has Always Been In My Life
Right From The Start
Now She’s About To Become Darren’s Wife
Because She Loves Him From The Bottom Of Her Heart
Having A Sister Is The Best Thing In The Ever
We Can Never Be Broken Apart, No Never
Having A Sister Is Not Just A Trend
Because I Know She Is My Bestest Freind
Sometimes We May Get Mad
Or Begin To Fight
But That’s The Fun Part About Having A Sister
We Both Think That We’re Always Right
Now You Are Getting Married Zo
You’re Life Will Soon Be Complete
But I Will Still Come To You
Whenever I Feel Defeat
But Here’s My Chance
To Thank You For All You’ve Done
Because In My Book
You’ll Always Be Number One
To Me You Are An Angel In Disguise
You Are Happy, Intelligent And Wise
If I Had One Wish It Would Surely Be
To Give As Much To You As You’ve Given To Me
Thank You Zo, My Sister, My Freind
My Thanks To You Has No End
Through Our Ups And Downs
This Much Is True:
You’re A Sister, My Sister
And I Will Always Love You! | wedding |
13,988 | LovinaSylviaChidi | SoundsOfWeddingBells | They waited sixteen long years
For the sounds of wedding bells
The wedding bells ring, dingdong, dingdong
The wedding bells sing, dingdong, dingdong
For all to hear strikingly clear
Hold your silence and wish them well
It is the sounds of wedding bells
This aged love birds have been waiting for
Once unofficial honeys
From this point declared official
In this matrimonial ceremony
I wish them well
Their braveness is my acknowledgement
Their enduring fight is my guiding light
Their victory will go down in history
Together they compliment and compliment
Each other like a perfect pair of fitting shoes
One way or another they already knew
Long before the sound of wedding bells
They would love each other till the very end
So listen to the sound of wedding bells
As they sing dingdong, dingdong
Perhaps for you it wouldn’t be long!
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi | wedding |
13,989 | LonnieHicks | SummerWeddingAutumnDad | I was a summer blossom
given away;
walking before a tear-scented Wedding Train,
inside an arm-locked processional,
with attending musical strains,
rose petal aisled
marriage vows.
My Dad finally breathed-
not wanting to release
but willed himself.
Love leaves that autumn-
mixing then
separations
and matrimonies,
ironies
and cleavings,
all falling gently
from his tree;
floating
evolving-
winging
paradoxes
and meanings-
leaf rustlings stirring;
signaling
someone's winter
and someone's spring.
Dad cries.
Daughter loves
both autumn leaves
and summer blossomings-
a gardenia scent
in the heavy air
falls quietly-
memory
stroked;
still trembling. | wedding |
13,990 | SidneyLanier | TheGoldenWeddingOfSterlingAndSarahLanierSeptember271868 | By the Eldest Grandson.
A rainbow span of fifty years,
Painted upon a cloud of tears,
In blue for hopes and red for fears,
Finds end in a golden hour to-day.
Ah, YOU to our childhood the legend told,
'At the end of the rainbow lies the gold,'
And now in our thrilling hearts we hold
The gold that never will pass away.
Gold crushed from the quartz of a crystal life,
Gold hammered with blows of human strife,
Gold burnt in the love of man and wife,
Till it is pure as the very flame:
Gold that the miser will not have,
Gold that is good beyond the grave,
Gold that the patient and the brave
Amass, neglecting praise and blame.
O golden hour that caps the time
Since, heart to heart like rhyme to rhyme,
You stood and listened to the chime
Of inner bells by spirits rung,
That tinkled many a secret sweet
Concerning how two souls should meet,
And whispered of Time's flying feet
With a most piquant silver tongue.
O golden day, -- a golden crown
For the kingly heads that bowed not down
To win a smile or 'scape a frown,
Except the smile and frown of Heaven!
Dear heads, still dark with raven hair;
Dear hearts, still white in spite of care;
Dear eyes, still black and bright and fair
As any eyes to mortals given!
Old parents of a restless race,
You miss full many a bonny face
That would have smiled a filial grace
Around your Golden Wedding wine.
But God is good and God is great.
His will be done, if soon or late.
Your dead stand happy in yon Gate
And call you blessed while they shine.
So, drop the tear and dry the eyes.
Your rainbow glitters in the skies.
Here's golden wine: young, old, arise:
With cups as full as our souls, we say:
'Two Hearts, that wrought with smiles through tears
This rainbow span of fifty years,
Behold how true, true love appears
True gold for your Golden Wedding day!' | wedding |
13,991 | HenryLawson | TheIronWeddingRings | In these days of peace and money, free to all the Commonweal,
There are ancient dames in Buckland wearing wedding rings of steel;
Wedding rings of steel and iron, worn on wrinkled hands and old,
And the wearers would not give them, not for youth nor wealth untold.
In the days of black oppression, when the best abandoned hope,
And all Buckland crouched in terror of the prison and the rope,
Many fair young wives in Buckland prayed beside their lonely beds
For the absent ones who knew not where to lay their outlawed heads.
But a whisper went through Buckland, to the rebels only known,
That the man across the border had a chance to hold his own.
There were men that came in darkness, quiet, grim and travel-worn,
And, by twos, and threes, the young men stole away to join Kinghorn.
Slipping powder-horns and muskets from beneath the floors and thatch,
There were boys who kissed their mothers ere they softly dropped the latch;
There were hunters' wives in backwoods who sat strangely still and white
Till the dawn, because their men-folk went a-hunting in the night.
But the rebels needed money, and so, through the Buckland hills,
Came again, by night, the gloomy men of monosyllables;
And the ladies gave their jewels to be smuggled out and sold,
And the homely wives of Buckland gave their wedding rings of gold.
And a Buckland smith in secret, and in danger, in his shed
Made them rings of baser metals (from the best he had, to lead),
To be gilt and worn to market, or to meetings where they.prayed,
Lest the spies should get an inkling, and the husbands be betrayed.
Then a silence fell on Buckland; there was peace throughout the land,
And a loyalty that puzzled all the captains in command;
There was too much Law and Order for the men who weren't blind,
And the greatest of the king's men wasn't easy in his mind.
They were hunting rebels, certes, and the troops were understood
To be searching for a stronghold like a needle in a wood;
But whene'er the king was prayed for in the meeting-houses, then
It was strange with how much unction ancient sinners cried "Ah-men!"
Till at last, when all was quiet, through the gloomy Buckland hills
Once again there came those furtive men of monosyllables;
And their message was – "Take warning what the morrow may reveal,
Death and Freedom may be married with a wedding ring of steel."
In the morning, from the marshes, rose the night-mist, cold and damp,
From the shipping in the harbour and the sleeping royal camp;
From the lanes and from the by-streets and the high streets of the town,
And above the hills of Buckland, where the rebel guns looked down.
And the first one sent a message to the camp to fight or yield,
And the wintry sun looked redly on a bloody battlefield;
Till the man from 'cross the border marched through Buckland once again,
With a charter for the people and ten thousand fighting men.
There are ancient dames in Buckland with old secrets to reveal,
Wearing wedding rings of iron, wearing wedding rings of steel;
And their tears drop on the metal when their thoughts are far away
In the past where their young husbands died on Buckland field that day. | wedding |