Marriage: a ceremony in which rings are put on the finger of the lady and through the nose of the gentleman.
quote by Herbert Spencer
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A ceremony in which rings are put on the finger of the lady and through the nose of the gentleman.
quote by Herbert Spencer
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Standing On Ceremony
Remember your manners
Will you please take your hat off
Your mother is dying
Listen to her cough
We were always standing on ceremony
We were always standing on ceremony
Cant you show some respect please
Although you didnt in real life
Your mother is dying
And I God damn well hope youre satisfied
We were always standing on ceremony
We were always standing on ceremony
So please play another song on that juke box
Please play another pretty sad song for me
And if that phone rings, tell them that you havent seen me
If that last phone rings
Tell them that you havent seen me for weeks
And this one heres on me
Standing on ceremony, standing on ceremony
Standing on ceremony, standing on ceremony
Standing on ceremony, you were always standing on ceremony
(standing, on ceremony)
(standing, on ceremony)
(standing, on ceremony)
(standing, on ceremony)
(standing, on ceremony)
(standing, on ceremony)
...
song performed by by Lou Reed
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This Has Been Your Convenience
What has happened to our marriage?
'What marriage?
We both participated in a ceremony.
And you believe,
Socializing with your friends...
And doing as you please,
Was part of it.
But I didn't say 'I do' to none of that!
Your marriage has been kept in tact!
On the other hand...
Mine hasn't started.
And that's why my bags are packed.'
But this has been 'our' marriage.
'No!
This has been your convenience.
And I am leaving that and you.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Lady Loves Me
(duet with ann-margaret)
(words & music by tepper - bennett)
She loves me, she loves me not
She loves me, she loves me not
She loves me, she loves me, she loves me
The lady loves me and it shows
In spite of the way she turns up her nose
Im her ideal, her hearts desire
Under that ice shes burning like fire
Shed like to cuddle up to me
Shes playing hard to get
The lady loves me, but she doesnt know it yet
The gentleman has savoir-faire
As much as an elephant or a bear
Id like to take him for a spin
Back to the zoo to visit his kin
Hes got about as much appeal as a soggy cigarette
The lady loathes him but he doesnt know it yet
The ladys got a crush on me
The gentlemans crazy obviously
The ladys dying to be kissed
The gentleman needs a psychiatrist
Id rather kiss a rattlesnake
Or play russian roulette
The lady loves me, but she doesnt know it yet
Shes falling fast shes on the skids
Both of his heads are flipping their lids
Tonight shell hold me in her arms
Id rather be holding hydrogen bombs
Will someone tell this romeo
Im not his juliet
The lady loves me, but she doesnt know it yet
She wants me
Like poison ivy
Needs me
Like a hole in the head
Everyone can see shes got it bad
Hes mad!
The gentleman is an egotist
Im simply aware Im hard to resist
Hes one man I could learn to hate
Hows about having dinner at eight
Id rather dine with frankenstein
In a moonlight tete-a-tete
The lady loves me, but she doesnt know it yet
Oh yes she loves me
Dig that shrinking violet
Oh she really loves me
Heres one gal youll never get
She lo- lo- loves me
Would you like to make a bet
I said the lady loves me
The gentlemans all wet
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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The Day I Got My Finger Stuck Up My Nose
When I got my finger stuck up my nose
I went to a doctor, who said,
"Nothing like this has happened before,
We will have to chop off your head."
"It's only my finger stuck up my nose,
It's only my finger!" I said.
"I see what it is," the doctor replied,
"But we'll still have to chop off your head."
He went to the cabinet and took out an axe.
I watched with considerable dread.
"But it's only my finger stuck up my nose.
It's only a finger!" I said.
"Perhaps we can yank it out with a hook
Tied to some surgical thread.
Maybe we can try that," he replied
"Rather than chop off your head."
"I'm never going to pick it again.
I've now learned my lesson," I said.
"I won't stick my finger up my nose -
I'll stick it in my ear instead."
poem by Brian Patten
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Your Rings
The rings you wore on your finger
Are now placed inside a very small box
Hidden away inside my dresser drawer
Hoping that someday they will be forgot.
They are the rings I had placed on your finger
Then after that, I took you by the hand
You were going to my woman forever
And also forever, I would be your man.
So I swore to all I would wear your ring
And I did that with a happiness and a pride
But then you took my rings off of your finger
Then inside my heart, a part of me just died.
As when I looked up, upon our table
I saw your rings and there they just lied
Abandoned too, they were just like me
And if they had tears I know they too would of cried.
So I took our rings and placed them together
Inside my dresser drawer inside a small box
So they can be together, for their forever
And from each other they will never be lost.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Once Upon A Wedding Day
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.
poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
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Tainted Vows
I am not against marriage.
Nor am I a prude.
I can understand marrying once.
And having that marriage not work out.
I've done it.
With sympathies extended.
But after two?
A third knock out I've avoided.
I know what I can and can not do.
Those who marry three, four, five and six times?
Should know be then,
It is not the marriage they intend.
But it is the love for the ceremony!
And not for the person foolish enough,
To hear tainted vows...
Confessed to repeat over and over again!
With no guarantee...
That person they marry is listening.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Slave Girl
In old Baghdad, a long time ago, lived a beautiful girl
She was captured by pirates and became a slave girl
While on the ship, the Capitan and the beautiful girl fell in love
There is a new twist to this story
The Capitan always performs the marriage ceremony
Therefore, the Capitan performed their marriage ceremony
After that, the handsome Capitan and the beautiful girl ruled the oceans
She was a lucky girl, after all, wasn't she?
February 2,2006, Clarence A. Graham, Jr.
poem by Jr. Clarence A. Graham
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Different Finger
Please put your rings on a diffrent finger if you meet me tonight
cause I cant stand those suspicious glances
cause I know the things theyre saying are right
Theyre saying why dont you straighten up
And see what youve got to lose
Put it all down to fate but you still got the chance to choose
I dont want to hear your whole life story
Or about my strange resemblance to some old flame
All I want is one night of glory
I dont even know your second name
Please put your rings on a diffrent finger cause weve got so much at stake
I cant stand those suspicious glances
cause they seem to cover evry move I make
But if I can be alone with you completely tonight
Put your rings on a diffrent finger
Before I turn out the light
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Marriage is a contract
Right or wrong, ,
A husband and a wife feel shy
To tell a third person
That they are unhappy
In their marriage.
Marriage is a sordid contract,
Not a religious ceremony,
Just to locate father
And chose his heir, no more, no less.
Yet, couples are weighed with it.
08.10.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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There was a Young Lady whose nose,
Was so long that it reached to her toes;
So she hired an Old Lady,
Whose conduct was steady,
To carry that wonderful nose.
quote by by Edward Lear
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Piazza Piece
-- I am a gentleman in a dustcoat trying
To make you hear. Your ears are soft and small
And listen to an old man not at all,
They want the young men's whispering and sighing.
But see the roses on your trellis dying
And hear the spectral singing of the moon;
For I must have my lovely lady soon,
I am a gentleman in a dustcoat trying.
-- I am a lady young in beauty waiting
Until my truelove comes, and then we kiss.
But what grey man among the vines is this
Whose words are dry and faint as in a dream?
Back from my trellis, Sir, before I scream !
I am a lady young in beauty waiting.
poem by John Crowe Ransom
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On Marriage
Pessimistic views: :
Marriage is a gamble!
Marriage is a punishment;
Marriage is an evil that
Most can’t but accept.
Optimistic views:
Marriage is a gift of God;
Marriage is a blessing;
Marriage is an enjoyment,
We make the best of it.
Truths:
Marriage is so wonderful;
Marriage is so fulfilling;
Marriage is so wholesome;
Marriage is an endless love,
More priceless than all wealth!
Marriage is a way of life;
Marriage is so natural;
Marriage is the better way,
For two, to reach Heaven.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-7-2006
poem by John Celes
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Before And After Marriage!
Before marriage
Lovers are like finger and nail
After marriage
They become like snake and mongoose
And then they become Sky and Earth!
poem by Ramesh T A
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At the Altar
Now to take away your life –
Devour your soul afresh upon
The birth of every dawning day
– The spawn of sun and earth –
As of the way Prometheus lost hepatic flesh –
He stole fire! You stole gropes
And f*cks of me; so suffer thee!
Oh yes, perspire! Drizzle down the beads
Upon that crimson, blotchy skin –
I see the once cocksure pose, my man,
Is wearing terribly thin.
Indeed, an absence of repose
Discloses thumping in your chest –
Irregularly rhythmic – like the humping
(When you thought I was a body to molest) .
No more! my little man, for I shall wrest
The living essence from your
Paling, quivering form! –
You’ve had your gentle calm
Before the rumblings of the storm!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Sonnet: On My Brother’s Marriage Anniversary
It is your marriage anniversary-
The day two hearts were blessed as man and wife
In Church: before the Lord, you did marry,
With pledge to love and share each other’s strife!
The gentleman looked neat in attire;
The lady dressed almost like a fairy:
Bejeweled gorgeously in a saree;
While thanks-giving hymns sung were by lyre.
The nuptial knots were tied on sacred thread
On earth, but marriage was made in heaven;
‘Let none break what I’ve joined today, ’ God said;
You thanked the Lord for this and said, Amen!
Yes, many years have testified this truth;
The gift of child- proof of God bless’d a fruit!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-15-2008
poem by John Celes
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Gentlemen's Lady
She's a gentleman's lady,
She will date, no ordinary dude.
She shops the streets of Paris, and
eats french pasteries too.
Her pallet prefers the finest wines,
as she does what she do.
She adorns her self beaitifully,
and dabs on expensive perfume.
Her duties may be fun to some.
Her client's list, a few.
Some give her flowers, others
give her forbidden titles, because
she breaks all the rules.
Oh, how she expressses herself,
to those who needs what she do.
Her name, it varies, Mona, Lisa, or June.
She's a gentleman's lady, from midnight til noon.
So what you hear about her, all may be true?
For she is trained to use her skills,
to, lure and excite you.
Ooh....
poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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Wife to Be (Petrarchan Sonnet)
I stroll along a fragrant country lane
With honeysuckle perfume on the air -
And feathered crooner's warble to revere -
Then cross a golden sea of flowing grain
In empathy - it seems to sense my pain
Of knowing all was done with my affair -
Her empty meaning now the solitaire
She cast away - betrothment all in vain.
But oceans team with many fish to catch
So I must up and hoist another sail
And seek the one that really waits for me,
For soon auspicious breezes will prevail
In guiding forth to find a truer match:
The one to take my hand as wife to be.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Intimacy is what makes a marriage, not a ceremony, not a piece of paper from the state.
quote by Kathleen Norris
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