Wedlock
To my beloved!
I lost my pen; sorry I am writing with a pencil.
Do you remember that precious day, December 08,1972?
'We became oneness' you said proudly.
Isn't it?
It's almost thirty-three years.
We have reached the thirty-third milestone, barefooted
Along this life's gravel road.
It's not a grand but a simple wedding.
I remember how I carried my old suitcase
And a soft leather wallet which hasn't contained much notes.
Most of them the invitees were gone already.
But Darling! We are still breathing.
How we faced numerous hardships together?
We can celebrate our wedding anniversary sitting on different places in solitude.
I send a warm kiss to your Oasis from my Habitat, a lonely burning desert.
Perhaps it could be bitter or may be salty.
Please don't forget that we are not two; only oneness!
Who knows how many milestones we have to come across?
Not to be disheartened; let them standstill and we step out on our simplest will.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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My Next Thirty Years
(track 12 - time 3:37)
(phil vassar)
I think Ill take a moment, celebrate my age
The ending of an era and the turning of a page
Now its time to focus in on where I go from here
Lord have mercy on my next thirty years
Hey my next thirty years Im gonna have some fun
Try to forget about all the crazy things Ive done
Maybe now Ive conquered all my adolescent fears
And Ill do it better in my next thirty years
My next thirty years Im gonna settle all the scores
Cry a little less, laugh a little more
Find a world of happiness without the hate and fear
Figure out just what Im doing here
In my next thirty years
Oh my next thirty years, Im gonna watch my weight
Eat a few more salads and not stay up so late
Drink a little lemonade and not so many beers
Maybe Ill remember my next thirty years
My next thirty years will be the best years of my life
Raise a little family and hang out with my wife
Spend precious moments with the ones that I hold dear
Make up for lost time here, in my next thirty years
In my next thirty years
song performed by by Tim McGraw
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Thirty three years
Thirty three years
~
Soon I turn thirty three
And wonder what I have to show
I feel I have achieved very little
And have been going nowhere fast
I fear I am stuck in my ways
And this is my lot for life
I sit alone in writing this morning
With my usual coffee for one
I have loved, had my heart broken
Let opportunities slip away
Now I tend to do nothing
At least I wont feel hurt that way
I have spent time in solitary
And lost touch with the world
Please try and remember that
To excuse my lack of social grace
The pace of each year is picking up
While I am still young in some eyes
Still may yet have a lot to achieve
I look at the past thirty two years
And see myself an old man
Lonely and turning thirty three
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Grandma's Wedding Shoes
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 her one hand
While her father held her other hand,
Soon to be given away to her beaux,
Walking beside her, proud, smiling,
In a wedding tuxedo.
Could she have wildly imagined then,
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 rasing me up.
I look at the pair of shoes,
They still look new to me.
She saved them as a treasure
In the original 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 ankles,
Some sort of a hybrid
Of dress shoes and sandals,
High fashion luxury of grandma’s days.
I look at them again
And I 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 top of the steeple.
That moment, my grandma
Was wearing these shoes.
poem by Ravi Kopra
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Forget Him
forget his name
forget his face
forget his kiss
his warm embrace
forget the lovethat you once know
remember he has someone new
forget him when that played your song
remember when you cryed all night long
forget how close you once were
remember he has choose her
forget how you memorized his walk
forget the way he used to talk
forget the things he used to say
remember he has gone away
forget his laugh
forget his grin
forget the dimple on his chin
forget the way he held you fight
remember he's with her tonight
forget the time that went so fast
forget the love that moved'the past
forget he said he'd leave you never
remember he's gone forever
poem by Christane Darling
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Goodbye Kisses
look over your shoulder
one last time
take a deep breath
let out your sigh
He looks at the ground
you look at your hands
wipe away the tears
before their chance to land
Remember the day you first saw him
just like it was yesterday
the way he made you laugh
just like a kid
remember his hand in yours
down the gravel road
Remember angels
made of snow
remember his warm kisses
not scared anymore
remember his deep eyes
stared right to your soul
Forget the last embrace you shared
forget it like you were never there
Summer will be over soon
Forget that goodbye kiss at noon
poem by Jasmine Thompson
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To Mrs. Thrale on Her Completing Her Thirty-fifth Year
Oft in danger, yet alive,
We are come to thirty-five;
Long may better years arrive,
Better years than thirty-five.
Could philosophers contrive
Life to stop at thirty-five,
Time his hours should never drive
O'er the bounds of thirty-five
High to soar, and deep to dive,
Nature gives at thirty-five.
Ladies, stop and tend your hive,
Trifle not at thirty-five;
For, howe'er we boast and strive,
Life declines from thirty-five:
He that ever hopes to thrive
Must begin by thirty-five:
And all who wisely wish to wive
Must look on Thrale at thirty-five.
poem by Samuel Johnson
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A Buddhist Christmas
sitting on the bed
with my old blind dog...
breathing in, breathing out...
breathing in suffering,
all the suffering of the hungry,
the homeless, those in prison....
those ravaged by war....
of the lonely, those filled with despair,
the angry, the fearful, the lost....
breathing in deeply,
wrapping it all in snowlike stillness...
and then breathing out....
breathing out compassion,
total, unconditional, free compassion...
the oneness that feels every feeling,
hurts with every hurt,
prays with every need....
not judging, not holding back,
asking for nothing in return...
just breathing out....
and listening with gratitude
to the heartbeat of my faithful dog...
to the heartbeats of all that live...
lost inside life itself!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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My Younger Self and My Older Self
My younger self, ego,
Tells me that I can be happy
By being separated from the oneness-soul.
My larger self, oneness universal
Tells me that there is no such thing
As ego-separativity.
It is all oneness-song,
Oneness-perfection,
Oneness-reality.
I and my older self together shall stay,
Together shall sing,
Together shall dance.
[Excerpt from 'Transcendence-Perfection']
poem by Sri Chinmoy Ghose
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My Wedding Day
The Ice Queen, as everyone knows is my mother
a year after I left the Ice Queens dugeon I met
someonewe decided to get married.
I did not want to, but a invitation was to her.
THE ROYAL ICE QUEEN
MOTHER
r.s.v.p. stated will be able
I had been brought up in the
Catholic Church.
I had not been going to church.
So I felt like I did not have the right
to ask the church to bless
my marriage.
I would not experience the joy
my two sisters had.
Holding my fathers arm and walking
to the man I loved.
I would never have the memories of
hearing the words ''Who gives
this woman''?
And to hear my fathers answer,
'' I DO''
He was not there, the minute
I became a new wife.
He'd missed the most important
day in my life.
I know he did not do this by
his choice.
'' IT CAME FROM THE
ROYAL ICE QUEEN MOTHER''
herself.
My two older sisters had
beautiful church wedding.
My twin brother, brought
is then unborn son to his
formal wedding.
They were formal weddings
Gowns and Tucks.
All the silver trays
were pulled out for theirs.
The bar, was free you didn't
have to pay.
I love my sibling.
But why couldn't the
THE ROYAL ICE
QUEEN MOTHER
attend her youngest daughters,
little informal wedding?
But my little informal
wedding in that little
brown stone church
went on
.
It was a very beautiful
wedding.
on that very cold winter
night.
This all happened thirty
five years ago
We go each February
seventeenth.
We stand on the steps
and kiss and hug.
This has had happened for the
last thirty five years.
NO THANKS TO THE
ROYAL ICE QUEEN
MOTHER''
herself.
poem by Gayle Anne Goff
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It's really a grand Wedding!
I couldn't believe the unexpected invitation
And I was sitting at the gallery,
Because my old Gaberdine suit is not suitable for such a Wedding.
Mr.Winston Churchill sat beside me and smiled like an old friend!
We talked about the recent wars and global warming.
He gave me his old pipe and the tobacco pouch
Before he leaves.
I thought when I come back home tell my beloved wife to get a photograph
From the digital camera our daughter sent us.
Darling that photo with his pipe I want to send to Oprah's magazine
And definitely our precious relatives critize the scribbler
Now smoke with expensive pipes!
*After watching the Royal Wedding I had a Daydream on the broken couch!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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My grand dad
I remember you grand dad
Back since I was only three
I remember you granddad
How much you adored me
I remember you grand dad
How you made me smile
I remember you grand dad
You made my toddler years worthwhile
I remember you grand dad
Your lovely smell of tobacco
I remember you grand dad
The love for others you would show
I remember you grand dad
When I came to see you, you would give me a jellybean
I remember you grand dad
You always made me feel like a queen
I remember you grand dad
And I miss you everyday
For Get Her
forget her name
forget her face
forget her kiss
her warm embrace
forget the love that you once knew
remember she has someone new
forget her when they played your song
remember when you cried all night long
forget how close you once were
remember she has chosen him
forget how you memorized her walk
forget the way she used to talk
remember she has gone away
forget her laugh forget her grin
forget the dimples on her chin
remember the way you held her tight
remember shes with him tonight
forget the time that went so fast
forget the love that moved, its past
forget she said she'd leave you never
remember she's gone forever
poem by Chris Urbaez
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Forget Him
Forget his name,
Forget his Face,
Forget his kiss
His warm embrace
Forget the love you once knew
Remember he has someone new
Forget him when they played your song
Remember when you cried all night long
Forget how close you two were
Remember he has chosen her
Forget you memorized his walk
Forget the way he used to talk
Forget the things he used to say
Remember he has gone away
Forget his laugh
Forget his grin
Forget the dimple on his chin
Forget the way he held you tight
Remember he’s with her tonight
Forget the time that went so fast
Forget the love that moved its past
Forget he said he’d leave you never
Remember that he’s gone forever…
poem by Courtney Lynn
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Forget Him
Forget his name
Forget his face
Forget his kiss
His warm embrace
Forget the love that you once knew
Remember he has someone new
Forget him when they played your song
Remember when you cried all night long
Forget how close you once were
Remember he has chosen her
Forget how you memorized his walk
Forget the way he used to talk
Forget the things he used to say
Remember he has gone away
Forget his laugh, forget his grin
Forget the dimples on his chin
Forget the way he held you tight
Remember he's with her tonight
Forget the time that went so fast
Forget the love that moved it's passed
Forget he said he'd leave you never
Remember he's gone forever
poem by Lucy Pickford
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Forget Him
Forget his name
Forget his face
Forget his kiss
His warm embrace
Forget the love that you once knew
Remember he has someone new
Forget him when they played your song
Remember when you cried all night long
Forget how close you once were
Remember he has chosen her
Forget how you memorized his walk
Forget the way he used to talk
Forget the things he use to say
Remember he has gone away
Forget his laugh
Forget his grin
Forget the dimples on his chin
Forget the way he held you tight
Remember he's with her tonight
Forget the time that went so fast
Forget the love that moved, it's past
Forget he said he'd leave you never
Remember he's gone forever........
poem by Aleisha Luyt
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Forget Him
forget his name
forget his face
forget his kiss
his warm embrace
forget the love that you once knew
remember he has someone new
forget him they played your song
remember when you cried all night long
forget how close you once were
remember he has chosen her
forget how you memorized his walk
forget the way he used to talk
forget the things he used to say
remember he has gone away
forget his laught, forget his grin
forget the dimples on his chin
forget the way he held you tight
remember he's with her tonight
forget the time that went so fast
forget the love that moved, it's past
forget he said he leave you never
remember he's gone forever
poem by Kristyann Celello
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Chain of Thirty Three and Bracelet of Nine
Eight years ago in old New York,
I found a special shop
With silver things from Argentina;
Quality, the top.
I bought a silver necklace there,
With links of twenty five,
To mark that anniversary,
Our married love, alive.
I was assigned to Argentina
Some ten months ago.
We thought of adding to the necklace,
Since we liked it so.
We found an expert jeweler here,
And Sellar was his name.
He thought that he could find eight silver
Links made just the same.
Well, twenty five and eight, you see,
Add up to thirty three,
Which this year marks our married love,
In anniversary.
But eight links didn't seem enough
To make it worth his while,
As Gerry felt a bracelet
Might make old Sellar smile.
So, Frank then ordered nine more links
Of silver in a chain,
To represent our children and
Configured just the the same.
Now, Gerry has a matching set,
That suits her mighty fine:
The necklace chain of thirty three,
And bracelet of nine.
(For our thirty-third wedding anniversary, April 21,1984, Buenos Aires, Argentina.)
poem by Frank V. Gardner
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Dead Flowers
When you're sitting there, in your silk upholstered cahir
Talkin' to some rich folk that you know.
I hope you won't see me, and my ragged company
Cause you know I could never be alone
Take me down little Susie, take me down
I know you think you're the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning,
Send me dead flowers by th U.S. Mail,
Send me dead flowers to my wedding,
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave.
When you're sitting back, in your rose pink, Cadillac
Making bets on Kentucky Derby day
I'll be in my basement room, with a needle, and a spoon
And another whore to take my pain away
Take me down, little Susie take me down
I know you think you're the queen of the underground.
And you can send me dead flowers every morning.
Send me dead flowers by the U.S Mail.
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave
Take me down, little Susie take me down
I know you think you're the queen of the underground.
And you can send me dead flowers every morning.
Send me dead flowers by the U.S Mail.
Say it with dead flowers in my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave
No, I won't forget to put roses on your grave
song performed by by Guns N' Roses
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What results?
A password I will never lose
Nice messages
And funny poems
Stories, too
Gifts to treasure
Love to remember
Maybe even friendship to last forever
Oh yes, my first adult kiss
To open my chrysalis
But will I be a pretty butterfly-she?
And all this at the age of thirty!
Life is oh so funny
Hihihihi
What else does it have in store for me?
I am eager to wait and see
Patiently
At the age of thirty
A bud
And I still gather may
My prime
As I am a female
Comes with the age of thirty
Happy Wedding Anniversary Meggie
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.
poem by David Harris
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