Ugly Bride?
I’ve never seen an ugly bride
Maybe it’s just the bridal dress
Or groom puffed up with pride
You may disagree or acquiesce
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poem by Ray Lucero

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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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Bride's Entry Is A Storm
The entry of the bride to the groom's house:
Mother moved closer than before to the groom.
Sisters showed extra concerns to the groom.
They are nervous about the bride's influence.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

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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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Your Ugly: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : :
Your ugly
and your mom
dresses you funny
Your ugly
and does your
mom still dress you.
I`m pretty now
and don`t need
my mom to dress me
I`m pretty now
and dress myself.
I`m ugly now
because I dress
myself
I`m ugly now
you can`t blame
my mom no more.
Your ugly because your
mom still dresses you
I`m ugly now because I
dress myself.
poem by Tracey Collins

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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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Wedding dress
The wedding dress had a royal elegance,
it beamed next to the morning suit,
shone with pride in the afternoon sun,
while the morning suit felt unsteady,
a little light headed and dizzy
at the sight of this magnificent robe.
Other suits and dresses
were dumb struck too, in its presence.
The little black number sulked,
the lounge suit sniggered
but the wedding dress just flowed across the room.
The shrug, of course, took the whole thing casually
as shrugs are prone to do, all nonchalant,
and je ne sais quoi,
as were the bride and groom.
poem by Ruth Walters

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The Marriage Is Sacred
‘Give me your hand that I may walk
In the light of faith you invest in me.’
Shows the groom to the bride by his look.
‘Take my hand that I may walk
In the path of love you install in me.’
Nods the bride to the groom in silence.
(15.06.2011)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

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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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Utilitarians
You mislead me into believing that I am invited to this
Wedding party, I do not demand that i be furnished a copy of the wedding invitation
With my name on it, trusting you that the invitation is true,
So when I handed my gift to the bride and the groom
their
Eyes ask for my name and well,
thank me for the gift
When the truth is you are only interested for the free
Ride that I have given
for all three of you, liars!
the bride and groom do not even know my name
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

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I Am Your Delight
Thursday 2 October 2008
A white-frosted sea, the frosting
goes on and on, crests of white
everywhere, glistening rocks lining
the beach, white frosting on marine
blue – a sea too beautiful to leave;
how do we turn back to the inland
spot where we have to live?
Waves in long, parallel lines, bluish
white, whispering, Come back to me,
the sea’s bridal gown more resplendent
than before, the groom’s voice more re-
sonant, whispering Come to me, I am
your delight; a symphony of cascading
lace, communing with the sea
In a new dimension; the sun hiding
behind a cloud, the cold wind giving
me a chilly embrace, the white-frosted
sea beneath me in my eyrie of rocky
beach-house height, whispering beautifully,
I love you... Attired in a beautiful gown,
lacy white, I cannot turn away
The groom’s voice a whisper of enchanted
delight – a bridal sea bedecked with jewellery,
shimmering in beguiling shades of white, I
have never seen such a bride...
poem by Margaret Alice

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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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Days Of Wine and Roses
The beauty of fine wine,
Their lives so long entwined,
Bouquets of Roses love make,
Their struggles in life partake,
Where good, the bad, or ugly fake,
A bride and groom thus wake.
New roads still yet to discover,
To add yet red flower,
One union shared together
Will last forever and ever?
The First Miracle (Bible Poems for Children)
The wedding party had begun,
Mary looked for Jesus, her
son.
They had ran out of wine,
The wedding party could not
dine.
She asked Jesus, solve this
somehow,
He simply said, my time is
not now.
His mothers face was all
gloom,
As he looked across the room.
Six empty jars in corner sat,
Jesus said. fetch me that.
Fill with water, bring to me,
New wine for the crowd to see.
The bride grooms father, first
to taste,
He told the crowd in haste.
The best wine I've ever had,
The bride groom was, no longer
sad.
The wedding party lasted all
night,
The bride and groom, smiled in
delight.
poem by Heather Burns

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Wedding Song
Workmen lift high
The beams of the roof,
Hymenæus!
Like Ares from sky
Comes the groom to the bride,
Hymenæus!
Than men who must die
Stands he taller in pride,
Hymenæus!
A Jewish Wedding
Jane Doze - A Jewish Wedding
By JaneDoze
Hi, I'm Jane Doze and I have a story to tell you...
I have not been to many weddings. This one was pretty funny. My brother had poison oak and his face was swelled up so big he couldn't see out of his eyes. He had to walk around with an ice pack on his face all day. He was in the groom’s party so; he was wearing a tuxedo too!
My uncle was confused and said to me during the ceremony, ' I didn't know we were Jewish? ' I had to tell him that we aren't.
It all went by pretty fast actually. The Rabbi had the Bride and Groom sign the papers and then everyone had to pose for pictures.
I reflected how weeks before, I had helped one of the maids of honor make the party favors.
She took Hershey’s kisses and taped them together to make roses. They turned out really good. There was one on every plate in the reception room. I was so proud to have helped.
When the pictures were finally over, we all were so hungry and happy to go inside. As we approached the reception room, someone came out into the hall and said to the Bride, ' The Rabbi has eaten all the party favors! '
The Bride said to the Groom, ' See, I told you something bad would happen. It always does, even after all the wedding planning! '
She was a pretty good sport. The Bride had someone escort the Rabbi to his car, while her bridesmaids went and tried to arrange what was left of the party favors. They placed them into vases, a few here, and a few there.
Then, the Bride and Groom cut the cake to the music of the mission impossible theme. They even wore goggles and bibs. It was an awesome day even though my brother couldn't see a thing.
Moral to the Story: Never leave a Rabbi in a room full of temptation
poem by Patricia Dobrosipearson

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Weddings - Some observations
an angelic smile
on the face of his lovely bride
the groom is ecstatic
the fairyland feel
twinkling stars and soft music
a garden wedding
the bride's dress sparkles
as she dances the polka
the spotlight is on her
the flower girls skip
to the music showering
confetti on all
A unique three tier cake
That took ages and patience
Is one of its kind
smiles and champagne
flow freely as guests mingle
and enjoy the party
the last such occasion
took place thirty years ago
may this one be happier
PS: Inspired by the Royal Wedding
poem by Sandra Martyres

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The Persistence of a Father
The relationship between a father and their daughter
Is one of trust and pride
Where Father will do anything to help her
To the perfect groom, be his bride.
She becomes a teen; it seems the love is gone
Father stays on track
Throughout it all, he keeps holding on,
He knows one day she'll come running back.
poem by Quintin Bouillon

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MISSILES vs. STONES
Zionists' rain deadly missiles,
Palestinians' answer with stones
"To protect our citizens"
Say Israelis with pride,
Then bury flesh n' bones
To hide genocide
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poem by Ray Lucero

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The Mouse Wedding
The Bride holds her flowers and straightens her veil
The Groom cleans his whiskers and straightens his tail
The Tiny biscuit box church is full of light
The bells chime loudly, the sun shines bright
The two families of mice sit either side
As the groom mouse waits for his bride inside
She arrives making the wedding complete
Dress that’s a white sock with holes for her feet
The priest mouse continues, being well versed
The rings are passed over as had been rehearsed
A mouse in the pews can’t stop her cough
So she is quickly, quietly lead off
The kiss is taken the crowd all cheer
So joyful that this day is here
The couple leave and all pile outside
A stretched white roller skate for a ride
Then at the reception with all the relations
Forgotten the days stress and frustrations
Shaking their tails on the dance floor
Begging the DJ to play some more
A buffet of nibbles, the most they could make
And three tiers of cheese form the wedding cake
Whatever the animal from human to mice
Sharing your life makes it twice as nice
poem by Flying Lemming

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The 'Poem A Day' Project ~ Day 148
The Bride holds her flowers and straightens her veil
The Groom cleans his whiskers and straightens his tail
The Tiny biscuit box church is full of light
The bells chime loudly, the sun shines bright
The two families of mice sit either side
As the groom mouse waits for his bride inside
She arrives making the wedding complete
Dress that’s a white sock with holes for her feet
The priest mouse continues, being well versed
The rings are passed over as had been rehearsed
A mouse in the pews can’t stop her cough
So she is quickly, quietly lead off
The kiss is taken the crowd all cheer
So joyful that this day is here
The couple leave and all pile outside
A stretched white roller skate for a ride
Then at the reception with all the relations
Forgotten the days stress and frustrations
Shaking their tails on the dance floor
Begging the DJ to play some more
A buffet of nibbles, the most they could make
And three tiers of cheese form the wedding cake
Whatever the animal from human to mice
Sharing your life makes it twice as nice
poem by Flying Lemming

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