(Rhyming aabb)
He popped the question, I told mom;
Mom was reading Poems dot com;
My unswithered lips said: yes, yes!
The moment was hard to suppress.
On calendar, I did enter
Eleventh day of September,
That was the wedding date we fixed;
The guests’ list was totally mixed.
We took tiny plane to Spice Isle;
Point Salines gave welcome smile;
The mid-day sun poured out its tan
Five days before, wedding began.
Embracing love with the day star
Over mountains, and here we are
Building dreams, we work together
No matter, what sort of weather.
The sky in flawless canopy
Over valley and out to sea;
All in all, nature gives us much
Pride; as we share the common touch.
Picturesque land, Calivigny;
In a blooming Art Gallery;
With simple things on wedding day;
Saint David’s views they did convey.
Gentle slope clings to grassy lawn
Gave feet, velvet pads to step on;
Steps of stiff green heart mapped the way
To pier, where they would stand on bay.
What's on his mind walking the dock?
A gorgeous day on Spice Isle rock;
Spiritual leader joins him there;
Each guest will sit on sash draped chair.
Groom waits patiently on boardwalk;
Here she comes to him on the dock;
No grey sky to drench them outside;
Dressed in white, his beautiful bride.
Blue waters give tranquil backdrop;
Mangrove wind clasped hands give reed stop,
For wedding ceremony on pier;
Land filled sounds were sweet notes to hear.
Read from Great Book, and posed question;
Much love on facial expression
As they heard, the man of the cloth;
Each replied, "I do" to their troth.
Took rings: two for bride, one for groom;
He blessed them both and their symbols;
Gems sparkled eyes like sweet perfume;
"signed, sealed, delivered" with cymbals.
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The birds have left to build their nest;
Skills parents taught they use the best;
Balloons hold breath on navel string;
Symbolism tags wedding ring.
Candles aglow with metaphors;
Tweeting minds with great extractors;
A candle is love in the dark;
It kindles from a tiny spark.
We recalled the date very well;
The wedding day lit up the dell.
A sad speck dropped, clouded her thought
Of her dad, in a graveyard lot;
I’ll never have a father’s dance;
But dreaming is my happy chance.
The spirit of my dad dies not;
He was here as I tied the knot.
Yes, hold that thought and smile my dear;
Dad’s love for us is always here;
In you, and your brother I say
His love, keeps shinning every day.
Pictures add more words they have said,
That sprung from any topic thread;
Cakes, broom and balloons fan the mix,
And more with candles and drum sticks.
Afro-centric nuptials in full;
Fine folklore with a charming pull
Watched the groom and bride jumped the broom;
Dominance of one showed no room.
On the feet both found common ground;
Laughter rang out in trees around;
Rose petals rained on groom and bride;
Nature filled their cup with glowing pride.
Beneath their feet rose petals kiss;
Autumn splendor to reminisce;
But there is more that I must tell,
Of this September wedding spell;
Toss bridal bouquet, all said yes;
Unanimous vote came from guests;
On grassy slope shoes kicked aside;
Naked feet moved from side to side.
One determined mind to crop prize;
A winning plan she did devise;
Obstacles in hand placed on ground;
Participants gathered around.
Bride tossed bouquet in wedding dress
In mid-air, whose hands will it bless?
Like greased lightning the bouquet flew;
Michelle after it did pursue.
Michelle's outstretched hands cupped the prize;
And with the legend it supplies;
In grand style she holds the bouquet;
Congratulations poured her way.
Now she poses with the new bride
What thoughts now in her head reside?
A wish that soon she too would wed;
Of course, such thoughts she never said.
He popped the question, I told mom;
Mom was reading Poems dot com;
My unswithered lips said: yes, yes!
The moment was hard to suppress.
On calendar, I did enter
Eleventh day of September,
That was the wedding date we fixed;
The guests’ list was totally mixed.
We took tiny plane to Spice Isle;
Point Salines gave welcome smile;
The mid-day sun poured out its tan
Five days before, wedding began.
Embracing love with the day star
Over mountains, and here we are
Building dreams, we work together
No matter, what sort of weather.
The sky in flawless canopy
Over valley and out to sea;
All in all, nature gives us much
Pride; as we share the common touch.
Picturesque land, Calivigny;
In a blooming Art Gallery;
With simple things on wedding day;
Saint David’s views they did convey.
Gentle slope clings to grassy lawn
Gave feet, velvet pads to step on;
Steps of stiff green heart mapped the way
To pier, where they would stand on bay.
What's on his mind walking the dock?
A gorgeous day on Spice Isle rock;
Spiritual leader joins him there;
Each guest will sit on sash draped chair.
Groom waits patiently on boardwalk;
Here she comes to him on the dock;
No grey sky to drench them outside;
Dressed in white, his beautiful bride.
Blue waters give tranquil backdrop;
Mangrove wind clasped hands give reed stop,
For wedding ceremony on pier;
Land filled sounds were sweet notes to hear.
Read from Great Book, and posed question;
Much love on facial expression
As they heard, the man of the cloth;
Each replied, "I do" to their troth.
Took rings: two for bride, one for groom;
He blessed them both and their symbols;
Gems sparkled eyes like sweet perfume;
"signed, sealed, delivered" with cymbals.
.jpg)
The birds have left to build their nest;
Skills parents taught they use the best;
Balloons hold breath on navel string;
Symbolism tags wedding ring.
Candles aglow with metaphors;
Tweeting minds with great extractors;
A candle is love in the dark;
It kindles from a tiny spark.
We recalled the date very well;
The wedding day lit up the dell.
A sad speck dropped, clouded her thought
Of her dad, in a graveyard lot;
I’ll never have a father’s dance;
But dreaming is my happy chance.
The spirit of my dad dies not;
He was here as I tied the knot.
Yes, hold that thought and smile my dear;
Dad’s love for us is always here;
In you, and your brother I say
His love, keeps shinning every day.
Pictures add more words they have said,
That sprung from any topic thread;
Cakes, broom and balloons fan the mix,
And more with candles and drum sticks.
Afro-centric nuptials in full;
Fine folklore with a charming pull
Watched the groom and bride jumped the broom;
Dominance of one showed no room.
On the feet both found common ground;
Laughter rang out in trees around;
Rose petals rained on groom and bride;
Nature filled their cup with glowing pride.
Beneath their feet rose petals kiss;
Autumn splendor to reminisce;
But there is more that I must tell,
Of this September wedding spell;
Toss bridal bouquet, all said yes;
Unanimous vote came from guests;
On grassy slope shoes kicked aside;
Naked feet moved from side to side.
One determined mind to crop prize;
A winning plan she did devise;
Obstacles in hand placed on ground;
Participants gathered around.
Bride tossed bouquet in wedding dress
In mid-air, whose hands will it bless?
Like greased lightning the bouquet flew;
Michelle after it did pursue.
Michelle's outstretched hands cupped the prize;
And with the legend it supplies;
In grand style she holds the bouquet;
Congratulations poured her way.
Now she poses with the new bride
What thoughts now in her head reside?
A wish that soon she too would wed;
Of course, such thoughts she never said.
3 comments:
Great poem Loved it. "mum was reading poem dot com" haha Did one of your children marry Paterika? In that case congratulations. Hope all is well
Kia ora Paterika,
My goodness! Congratulations and all my best wishes and aroha. I am sure your dad had an eye on things.
Aroha,
Robb
Kia ora Paterika,
I have been enjoying greatly your wealth of poetry shared here as of late, and it appears as if some very awesome events have transpired for you. My best thoughts and wishes to you for happiness and aroha. You rock!
Aroha,
Robb
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