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A Mirage
Were I thy bride,
Then the whole world beside
Were not too wide
To hold my wealth of love -
Were I thy bride!
Upon thy breast
My loving head would rest,
As on her nest
The tender turtle-dove -
Were I thy bride!
This heart of mine
Would be one heart with thine,
And in that shrine
Our happiness would dwell -
Were I thy bride!
And all day long
Our lives should be a song:
No grief, no wrong
Should make my heart rebel -
Were I thy bride!
The silvery flute,
The melancholy lute,
Were night-owl's hoot
To my low-whispered coo -
Were I thy bride!
The skylark's trill
Were but discordance shrill
To the soft thrill
Of wooing as I'd woo -
Were I thy bride!
The rose's sigh
Were as a carrion's cry
To lullaby
Such as I'd sing to thee -
Were I thy bride!
A feather's press
Were leaden heaviness
To my caress.
But then, unhappily,
I'm not thy bride!
poem by William Schwenck Gilbert
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From Engagement Night To Wedding Night
engagement night was glorious picture postcard
soft snowfall paints cityscape all virgin white
with new hope wonder as heaven celebrates
promise of union in youth beauty new clothes
shines in smiles pleasure happiness radiant
marriage was virgin bride coach ride fairytale
to wedding house vows signed pledge flowers
wedding night finally our wine glasses raised
only her sister bridesmaid boyfriend best man
accompany bride groom in last heartfelt toast
tears of sister bridesmaid depart into night
alone marital bed awaits in rose scent beauty
rice amid sheets rose petals pillow covers
time is slow dance rapture waits two patient
beauty of this night is life dream savoured
time time is all to hold to kiss to wonder
to stare into heart's eyes soul's mirror desire
to love beauty of elegant grace soft sensual skin
slow patient in love's embrace is lovers time
time taken rivers emotion flows consummation
in dreams shared sleep shared, coupled loves embrace
days in dream land soft do pass, slow time without haste
days when hunger comes forgotten, to eat hours postponed
rapture of heart's desire quenches, bodies hunger pained
a week wandering garden Eden, naked purity heaven missed
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Wedding
O marriage-bells, your clamor tells
Two weddings in one breath.
SHE marries whom her love compels:
-- And I wed Goodman Death!
My brain is blank, my tears are red;
Listen, O God: -- "I will," he said: --
And I would that I were dead.
Come groomsman Grief and bridesmaid Pain
Come and stand with a ghastly twain.
My Bridegroom Death is come o'er the meres
To wed a bride with bloody tears.
Ring, ring, O bells, full merrily:
Life-bells to her, death-bells to me:
O Death, I am true wife to thee!
poem by Sidney Lanier
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I'm one of those people who has always been a bridesmaid.
quote by Piper Laurie
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I was a bridesmaid at a wedding in one picture.
quote by Dorothy Malone
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I Remember
It was my bridal night I remember,
An old man of seventy-three
I lay with my young bride in my arms,
A girl with t.b.
It was wartime, and overhead
The Germans were making a particularly heavy raid on Hampstead.
Harry, do they ever collide?
I do not think it has ever happened,
Oh my bride, my bride.
poem by Stevie Smith
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My Bride And God
LO AND BEHOLD!
I AM GRIEVED AND AFFLICTED,
WOE IS ME FOR MY LOVE'S SAKE,
MY WOE IS MY BRIDE!
LO AND BEHOLD,
MY BRIDE SERVES GOD,
AND GOD IS MY ENEMY,
CANS'T MY BRIDE THEN BE MY LOVE?
FOR SHE SERVETH A BEING THAT SEEKS TO ENSLAVE ME FOR ETERNITY,
AND MAKE ME A MOCKERY FOR IT'S PLEASURES SAKE,
LO, THUS I HAVE LIVED IN FALSEHOOD WITH AN ENEMY,
LO, MY BRIDE IS THUS MY ENEMY!
poem by Overlord Don Manuel Ihcakeyno
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The time
Wedding was over;
Brought home was the bride,
With whom came a maid,
To serve her as an aid.
Days rolled;
As honey, appeared the bride;
As savour, moved about the maid,
As a rule, in a household.
Time lapsed;
The bride shed her charm
And the maid ruled calm
In their wait at the groom.
Event happened;
The groom went blasé
With the honey in use
And the savour was in wait for use.
Fate played;
The bride in the race ran first
But the maid ended first.
The bride was aghast.
It is a game;
The diminutive waxes;
The gigantic wanes
In the field of time.
07.04.97
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Seaga
New light and new love,
Gifts for the bride price to keep me awake;
But i am well advanced in age.
A man must pay a price for a bride,
And i am Seaga in your neighbourhood;
For a price must be paid for a wife.
Come to me and let me show you my abode,
For my peaceful home will guide you on;
And i want you to be my bride.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Loved The Sea.
Once ago I loved the sea
And as I did, it loved me
But I found another love for me
And she became my bride to be
We were as happy as can be
Unlike my old love, the sea
She was meant for me
But she did not like it that sea
So she sent a storm for me
But got my bride to be
I must love the sea
Or it will keep coming after me
That evil sea
She is happy that sea
As happy as me
When I had my bride to be
I’ll never be
Happy as can be
When my bride to be
Is with that evil sea
poem by Leo Conway
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For The Final Time
For the final time
I will not be your bride
Please know that I am sorry
however I don't feel inside
the same way you claim to about me
I dropped my heart
Lost it along the way
A person who isn't Smart
Or maybe just isn't looking hard enough
To find a place to start
Feeling
So I plead with you
for the finally time
Do not ask me to be your bride
to do so would be a crime
of passion against
my heartless soul
craving romance like a drug
burning through it like coal
for the grand finally
I need a volunteer
someone who will let me cut them open
without a single tear
and that is why
I cannot be your bride
poem by Svanhildur Njálsdóttir
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My Sweet Bride
Come walk with me my sweet bride,
If need be along life's tempest side.
Through howling storms and fury's edge,
Against it's might I would be your strong hedge.
Come walk with me my sweet bride.
Through meadows far to beautiful to hide.
Where nature blankets every ripple and hill,
Will the glorious golden daffodil.
Come walk with me my sweet bride.
Hand in hand through life with pride.
You with the man of your heart.
And me with you, my work of art.
Come walk with me my sweet bride.
Where life's sand storms collide.
Across deserts where life dare not go.
With you in hand, this becomes gentle snow.
Come walk with me my sweet bride,
With love now matured we share a hearth-side.
With my strong arm around your slim waist.
We'll hold each other steady in a love chaste.
R. K. Hart 15/11/12
To Keep My Love Alive
Ive been married, and married, and often Ive sighed
Im never a bridesmaid, Im always a bride
I never divorced them, I hadnt the heart
Yet remember these sweet words, 'till death do us part
I married many men, a ton of them
Because I was untrue to none of them
Because I bumped off every one of them
To keep my love alive
Sir paul was frail, he looked a wreck to me
At night he was a horses neck to me
So I performed an appendectomy
To keep my love alive
Sir thomas had insomnia, he couldnt sleep at night
I bought a little arsenic, hes sleeping now all right
Sir philip played the harp, I cussed the thing
I crowned him with his harp to bust the thing
And now he plays where harps are just the thing
To keep my love alive
To keep my love alive
(bridge)
I thought sir george had possibilities
But his flirtations made me ill at ease
And when Im ill at ease, I kill at ease
To keep my love alive
Sir charles came from a sanitorium
And yelled for drinks in my emporium
I mixed one drink, hes in memorium
To keep my love alive
Sir francis was a singing bird, a nightingale, thats why
I tossed him off my balcony, to see if he, could fly
Sir atherton indulged in fratricide,
He killed his dad and that was patricide
One night I stabbed him by my mattress-side
To keep my love alive
To keep my love alive
To keep my love alive
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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The Gardener X: Let Your Work Be, Bride
Let your work be, bride. Listen, the
guest has come.
Do you hear, he is gently shaking
the chain which fastens the door?
See that your anklets make no loud
noise, and that your step is not over-
hurried at meeting him.
Let your work be, bride, the guest
had come in the evening.
No, it is not the ghostly wind, bride,
do not be frightened.
It is the full moon on a night of
April; shadows are pale in the court-
yard; the sky overhead is bright.
Draw your veil over your face if
you must, carry the lamp to the door
if you fear.
No, it is not the ghostly wind, bride,
do not be frightened.
Have no word with him if you are
shy; stand aside by the door when you
meet him.
If he asks you questions, and if
you wish to, you can lower you eyes
in silence.
Do not let your bracelets jingle
when, lamp in hand, you lead him in.
Have no words with him if your are
shy.
Have you not finished you work yet,
bride? Listen, the guest has come.
Have you not lit the lamp in the
cowshed?
Have you not got ready the offering
basket for the evening service?
Have you not put the red lucky
mark at the parting of your hair, and
done your toilet for the night?
O bride, do you hear, the guest has
come?
Let your work be!
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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A Greek Wedding
Flowers are white
They were everywhere
the bride went
People in white robes stood around
the bride
singing a farewell song
I cried.
The bride then stepped
out towards the alter
with her mother
The father was unfaithful
They didn't mind
The people kept singing
the farewell song
I cried.
(October 9,1997)
poem by Sangnam Nam
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The Lonely Groom
The family will forever remember
This day, a sunny morning
The family have gathered
The music is playing
The breadwinner of the family
Dressed in black suit
And a crystal white inner
A perfect groom waiting
For a perfect bride
Where is the bride?
There is no bride for
A motionless body
The lonely groom lay still
Laughing is replaced by weeping
The lonely groom takes away
The happiness that once
Bestowed upon the family.
poem by Duku Akwasi
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A Ring Upon Her Finger
A ring upon her finger,
Walks the bride,
With the bridegroom tall and handsome
At her side.
A veil upon her forehead
Walks the bride,
With the bridegroom proud and merry
At her side.
Fling flowers beneath the footsteps
Of the bride;
Fling flowers before the bridegroom
At her side.
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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The Bride Colored With Blood
In our country Parents feel proud.
When their daughter becomes not yet thirteen years old (poor kid)
Instead Of educating her mind to study to become successful one
They begine to tell her how beautiful bride she will become at the dress of bride
And soon their wish becomes real
And the poor kid becomes a bride
She leaves away her pride
Her dreams bright when she wears the white
White dress colored with blood
Leaving behind dreams of purple future
Her childish pure dreams
Her innocency
She enters the groove of cruelty
when she is still alive!
.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Always The Bride, But Not The Groom
Always the bride, but not the groom
that is what I became
when I went to a Wedding in October.
We went to the wedding,
then along to the reception.
I stood talking to a couple of friends
and the bride rushed in and said to me.
“Dave look after these for me“
She then commenced to hand me
her bridal bouquet and handbag.
One of our friends Donall
gave me a hug and kiss
and asked me to marry him.
His partner Janice grabbed her camera
and took a photo of me,
bridal bouquet in one hand, handbag in the other
and a lopsided smile from the mouth ulcer I had.
Right there and then I became a bride, but not the groom.
20 November 2008
Author’s note:
I dedicate this poem to:
Janice Windle (who took the photo)
Donall Dempsey (who planted the kiss)
Tara (the real bride for dropping me in it.)
poem by David Harris
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The Unloved
Yeah ooh uh
This one's for the mothers who have lost a child
And this one's for the gypsies who've left their hearts behind
This is for the strangers sleeping in my heart
Who take what they want (yeah) and leave while it's still dark
No one is glamorously lonely
All by themselves (all by themselves)
This is a song for the unloved
This is the music for one last cry
This is a prayer that tomorrow will help me leave the past behind
It's a song for the unloved (the unloved)
This one's for the bridesmaid, never the bride
inside)
And this is for the widows who think there's only one
For the dying fathers who never told their sons
No one is glamorously lonely
Follow your heart (follow your heart)
This is a song for the unloved
This is the music for one last cry (one last cry)
This is a prayer that tomorrow will help me leave the past behind
It's a song for the unloved (unloved)
The unloved
Oh tomorrow the sun will shine
And dry the tears in your eyes
Suddenly love comes alive
Suddenly love comes alive
For one last cry
Just one last cry
Ohh
This is a song for the unloved
This is the music for one last cry
This is a prayer that tomorrow will help me leave the past behind
This is a song for the unloved (loved)
This is the music for one last cry (one last cry)
This is a prayer that tomorrow will help me leave the past behind
(This is this is)
This is a song for the unloved
This is the music for one last cry
This is a prayer that tomorrow will help me leave the past behind
It's a song for the unloved
Song for the unloved (the unloved)
song performed by by Backstreet Boys
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