Poem Celebrating 50 Years
My dear, ‘twas fifty years ago when we first met
on a trip to Stratford that I'll never forget.
When as a sweet girl of fourteen you caught my eye
and love first began its great work in this old guy.
Today we dined together and were reminiscing
and we praised God for each years' wonderful blessing.
Then we sat by the canal in the bright moonlight
holding hands like two lovers sitting in God's sight.
Time has passed by and how quickly the years have flown
and God has blessed us greatly as our love has grown.
I am so glad that I have married you my dear
and shared the experience of each passing year.
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Everlasting love
'Twas over 45 years ago that we became aware
of each other at school and sweet love did flare.
Unhindered by youth our love in infancy began
and had started according to God's great plan.
Then to Stratford by coach we went on our way
to see Romeo and Juliet the Shakespearean play.
Such a great love story penned so many years ago
and tragic relationship which ended in such woe.
Can such love as theirs exist in this world today?
Then in our hearts something happened that day
unknown to us the seed of lasting love was laid
and began in us as Romeo and Juliet was played.
When we returned home from that wonderful day
we met again in the clay pit in loves sweet way.
We walked and talked together as young lovers do
enjoying gazing at stars and looking for planets too.
I played the leading role in the annual school play
as a gallant knight I kept all the ruffians at bay.
And then all victorious I sweet Jennifer embraced
'Oh dear', you looked so red and all embarrassed.
To church I went and soon found Christ as my Lord
and into my heart entered the great love of God.
But tragedy struck as it did in Romeo and Juliet
'She does not love me', I thought with deep regret
You were too young to understand love so strong
I was too serious and my approach was all wrong.
To the background of your heart I had to withdraw
to wait patiently for the flame to be lit once more.
And this seed of love God had sown into my heart
lay dormant waiting another opportunity to start.
Whilst on an Outward Bound Course on Dartmoor
by letter, love was fanned into a flame once more.
The love I had could not be deterred in any way
I even climbed a ladder to your bedroom one Sunday.
My lips met yours early one wonderful morn
and by the garden gate we kissed well before the dawn.
Like Romeo and Juliet had died for their love
we too laid down life to sin our love to prove.
Dead in Christ but now alive in God we stand
love grew and we were married as God planned.
He created our marriage with heavenly blessing
as 'Finlandia' He made the church bells ring.
Our love grew and with three children was blessed
love was tested and like true love withstood the test.
It blossomed as we weathered the storms of life
I love you my dear, You're such a wonderful wife.
The love we have comes from Christ Jesus our Lord
a lasting love that is founded upon God's word.
That young girl who smote my heart that day
still has my love and will for many years I pray.
What God began in us at Stratford so long ago
has blossomed into the love that we now know.
Our love has grown stronger through the years
and withstood all the tests of time and tears.
No tragedy will be able to destroy this great love
nothing will separate us from the love of God above.
By God's good grace we will take it into eternity
a love much stronger than Shakespeare's tragedy.
Yes love much stronger than theirs really does exist
such love we have for each other is heavenly bliss.
Little did we know that more than forty years later
that seed of love would grow and blossom even greater
into the wonderful love that will not let each other go.
For you are my own sweet Juliet and I your Romeo
Darling, I Love You
A thousand stars in the sky
each one twinkling bright
just for you and me
on this wonderful night.
We’ll walk down leafy lanes
the way young lovers do
remembering all the star filled nights
we walked down lover’s lane.
Some said our love wouldn’t last
how wrong they were to
for here we are an old married couple
and I am still in love with you.
Our sunset is no closer
than it was all those years ago.
We both have each other
and I guess that’s just how love goes.
Some people play at love
for all that it is worth
and after a few years,
love has flown out the window there.
Others just tread softly
through the passing years
fulfilling each other needs
lovingly through each day.
With them love lingers
on and on forever
with the saying
darling, I love you.
6 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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Visalakshi-2
Her husband died of a car accident.
It took place about three years ago.
Now she is free of encumbrances.
Hence I could talk to her as freely as
I did fifty two years back in her village
Where I met her, where we fell for each other.
I managed to get her phone number.
The last meeting of us was in her house
With her spouse, some twenty years ago.
She has married seven years after
Our episode, in the year I married,
Both being unaware of each other.
I saw her there after thirty two years
By when a lemon skinned beauty queen
Has turned into a dry skinned wrinkles.
I got her over phone and shared her grief.
She was upset, implying her bond with him.
She declined my offer of any meeting,
However incidental it might be.
‘Let us forget ours as a child game
With no renewal at this stage and age’
She said. Anxiety driven, she enquired
About me and family and my life.
Now she is seventy and weak as she told.
She is as old as me who am still robust.
It means we both were sweet seventeen
When we loved each other that went to
Being together with clothes stripped of
In her bolted room with a resolution
To elope, till we were caught red handed.
How quick a woman vomits her ex lover!
24.06.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Happy Anniversary!
H Here’s to 35 years spanned,
A A lifetime of great memories,
P Preordained by Divine hand,
P Partners always, you and me.
Y Years 35 have quickly flown,
A Anniversary 36 soon to be,
N Nearer, O how we’ve grown,
N Never apart, our destiny.
I Intimacy still thrills, though
V Very different, you and me,
E Entwining yet as one will,
R Rich in joy and unity.
S Sharing all things together,
A Anxious more time to see,
R Ready more to discover,
Y Year 36, just you and me.
To my one true love,
Happy Anniversary!
poem by Loyd C. Taylor
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Fifty Years Of Marriage
With dye and hair colouring they cover their gray
Their fifty years of marriage they celebrate today
Through fifty years of marriage they have argued their way
In their love hate relationship one well might say.
Their better days one can say for them are long gone
And they age without grace though time is ticking on
Their children are grand-parents and the years on them show
Since they too are ageing and their fastest pace slow.
Fifty happy years together by some we are told
But others who know them well and with their words more bold
Will tell you they never did see eye to eye
But why they stay together one must wonder why.
They have stayed together for so many years
One can hardly say of them the lovely old dears
Since they both are quite quarrelsome and grumpy as well
Perhaps without quarrels life for them would be hell.
Fifty years together and the same bed they share
Yet even in public places at each other they swear
Such marriages as their's suppose never were rare
They are not the World's only dysfunctional pair.
Today their descendants will celebrate the marriage of their Pop and Gran
And applaud this wonderful woman and man
But the truth of their marriage they will never tell
How they seem to enjoy giving each other hell.
poem by Francis Duggan
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I Will Not Be With You
Remember if I
cannot be with you.
I will not be with you.
My love.
The choice is yours.
For a little longer.
My love.
Not for eternity,
or for as long as
the stars,
will shine
in the heavens,
above my love.
The choice is only yours.
For a little longer. My love.
I will soon blaze away
like a comet my love.
Remember if I cannot
be with you. My love.
You should fall
under the spell
of the moon. My love.
You should follow
the passions of a lover’s
moon. My love.
You should make love
in the night, under moonlight,
with me. My love.
In the pale moonlight,
our love will shine bright.
My love.
In the full moonlight,
our love will consume night.
My love.
In the full moonlight,
as bright as the sun,
radiant for us. My love.
The years are swiftly
speeding by.
My love.
The years are coming
and going like a comet’s
flight. My love.
The years are passing
and then we must die.
My love.
Then after I die
I cannot be with you.
After I die I cannot
be with you.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Passing Time
Ah, passing time you don't need any reason to change the black to white
You always run so fast during our happy days like a while
And When we are sad and alone you humble there years
Every minute passes by longer than years
The people those we love soon they disappear
Those who were lovers yesterday today become strangers
Ah, passing time how brutal you are to swift away our delightful years
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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When I walked into Peter F's office
he was printing photographs
of his son’s girlfriend
gorgeous woman
“Bernstein, ” he said, somewhat sadly,
“time flies.”
”What else is new.”
“My son’s in college
costing me a fortune
fourteen grand a year
but that’s not the worst of it
he’s in love…”
“What a blessing! ” I said, then
shook his hand
“Really in love…”
Once more I pumped flesh saying,
“What a blessing! ”
“Helen, the girl’s name,
wants children
right away
an orphan
so I can see her need
but then
what?
I’m a grandfather…”
Grabbed his hand again,
squeezed this time
saying, “What a blessing! ”
“Yeah,
but time flies
faster
than my mind can comprehend
and after
what?
in the coffin.”
“I ever tell you about Emperor MacNabb? ”
“Real or a guy
from one of your stories? ”
“His name
mother really loved him
but that’s another narrative
so every time I saw him
he amazed me
ninety-four years old
arms powerful enough
to sling a line
as far as any man on the Pier
fifty years worked high steel in Manhattan
now fishes everyday rain or shine
upbeat, positive, joyous
asked him one day, ‘Aren’t you ever
going to die? ’
said, ‘Can’t see myself in the coffin but
certainly, one day,
I’ll be there, just like every other Joe, Jim, and Johnny.’
Now his seventy-three year old son
I’d seen him once…
unbelievably
the father looked
less tarnished
than his kid
guy seemed worn out
face devoid of courage
the never-ending
motion of life
too much.”
poem by Charles Chaim Wax
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Still Around
Do you remember what you said to me the day I met you
Like yesterday I still can hear your voice, you promised to be
Still in my life no matter what you had to do to be there
Well, it's been a while and here we are lookin' back on times that we shared
I still imagine us being young and so in love
Never apart, you were my heart
Seems like it's always just been us
Chorus:
I remember we were in the park
Holding hands and you said to me
I'm the only thing you need
And I would make your life complete
If I said I'd be your girl
You would stay with me forever
Boy, you never let me down
Through it all you're still around
Still around (yeah)
I still believe in all the things you said to me in those days
You gave me love and kept your word with every promise you made
I sing your favorite song inside my head when you're not with me
Until you come back home and take me in your arms and hold me
I can imagine us being old and still in love
Never apart, you are my heart
Makes me smile, we're still in love
I remember we were in the park
Holding hands and you said to me
I'm the only thing you need
And I would make your life complete
If I said I'd be your girl
You would stay with me forever
Boy, you never let me down
Through it all you're still around
Looking back through all the years
(Man speaking):
Heh
You remember the first time I went to your house
And your father looked at me like I had three heads
(And I will never forget the day)
Heh
We were so in love
(Looking back through all the years)
You were so beautiful and so young
(And I will never forget the day you came into my life and what you said to me)
I can't believe you're still mine
That's crazy
I love you
I remember we were in the park (we were in the park)
Holding hands and you said to me (holding hands)
I'm the only thing you need
And I would make your life complete (and I would your life complete)
If I said I'd be your girl
You would stay with me forever (I'm still your girl)
Boy, you never let me down
Through it all you're still around (I'll never let you down, my baby)
I remember we were in the park
Holding hands and you said to me
I'm the only thing you need
And I would make your life complete
If I said I'd be your girl (said I'd be your girl and)
You would stay with me forever
Boy, you never let me down
Through it all you're still around
Still around (yeah)
song performed by by Jennifer Lopez
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A Valentine To My Wife
Accept, dear girl, this little token,
And if between the lines you seek,
You'll find the love I've often spoken—
The love my dying lips shall speak.
Our little ones are making merry
O'er am'rous ditties rhymed in jest,
But in these words (though awkward—very)
The genuine article's expressed.
You are as fair and sweet and tender,
Dear brown-eyed little sweetheart mine,
As when, a callow youth and slender,
I asked to be your Valentine.
What though these years of ours be fleeting?
What though the years of youth be flown?
I'll mock old Tempus with repeating,
'I love my love and her alone!'
And when I fall before his reaping,
And when my stuttering speech is dumb,
Think not my love is dead or sleeping,
But that it waits for you to come.
So take, dear love, this little token,
And if there speaks in any line
The sentiment I'd fain have spoken,
Say, will you kiss your Valentine?
poem by Eugene Field
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This Years Girl
See her picture in a thousand places
cause shes this years girl.
You think you all own little pieces
Of this years girl.
Forget your fancy manners,
Forget your english grammar,
cause you dont really give a damn
About this years girl.
Still youre hoping that shes well spoken
cause shes this years girl.
You want her broken with her mouth wide open
cause shes this years girl.
Never knowing its a real attraction,
All these promises of satisfaction,
While shes being bored to distraction
Being this years girl.
Times running out. shes not happy with the cost.
Thered be no doubt, only shes forgotten
Much more than shes lost.
A bright spark might corner the market
In this years girl.
You see yourself rolling on the carpet
With this years girl.
Those disco synthesizers,
Those daily tranquilizers,
Those body building prizes,
Those bedroom alibis,
All this, but no surprises for this years girl.
All this, but no surprises for this years girl.
All this, but no surprises for this years girl.
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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A Golden Symphony
A Golden Symphony
of unconditional love
so unlike the setting sun
your two loving hearts
shines forever
Enduring love like yours
grows stronger and stronger
years by year
50 to be exact
Two people united in Holy Matriomony
50 years ago to be exact
There's no Sweetie
without the Sweetheart
A love so complete
that holds one another together
A Wonderful husband, A beautiful Wife
Great Children, Greater Grandchildren
what better angels
could take this journey together
So today, on your 50th Anniversary,
know that you are 'Trully Blessed'
By all the people who you hold dear
in your hearts, and wish you
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY
Written By: Adrienne Strachn
poem by Adrienne Clark Strachn
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Henry
Mary and I were twenty-two
When we were wed;
A well-matched pair, right smart to view
The town's folk said.
For twenty years I have been true
To nuptial bed.
But oh alas! The march of time,
Life's wear and tear!
Now I am in my lusty prime
With pep to spare,
While she looks ten more years than I'm,
With greying hair.
'Twas on our trip dear friends among,
To New Orleans,
A stranger's silly trip of tongue
Kiboshed my dreams:
I heard her say: 'How very young
His mother seems.'
Child-bearing gets a woman down,
And six had she;
Yet now somehow I feel a clown
When she's with me;
When cuties smile one cannot frown,
You must agree.
How often I have heard it said:
'For happy fate,
In age a girl ten years ahead
Should choose her mate.'
Now twenty years to Mary wed
I know too late.
poem by Robert William Service
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Rondel
THESE many years since we began to be,
What have the gods done with us? what with me,
What with my love? they have shown me fates and fears,
Harsh springs, and fountains bitterer than the sea,
Grief a fixed star, and joy a vane that veers,
These many years.
With her, my love, with her have they done well?
But who shall answer for her? who shall tell
Sweet things or sad, such things as no man hears?
May no tears fall, if no tears ever fell,
From eyes more dear to me than starriest spheres
These many years!
But if tears ever touched, for any grief,
Those eyelids folded like a white-rose leaf,
Deep double shells wherethrough the eye-flower peers,
Let them weep once more only, sweet and brief,
Brief tears and bright, for one who gave her tears
These many years.
poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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Remember Me
Dear moments, dearest, stay please don't go
Don't let long hours kill my heart
Poor heart you need me here I know
I wish to stay yet I must go
Then I'll die without you
Come come future dear moments wait for you
It's Fate who bids not you not me
It's once together once apart
Now drie your tears take what I say
When I've gone here you can still keep me
Within your heart I'll live a memory
Days come and go
Years pass quickly
Today's faithful friend
Might tomorrow betray
When years've passed
When faces changed
Might you dear friend
Remember me!
poem by Eman Elbadawi
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That Fifty Year Old Woman
That fifty year old woman
she is someones mother
that fifty year old woman
she is someones lover
them fifty years of her life
unseen by a cover.
Covered by the leaves
from the autumn trees is the grass
surrounded by blue tape
and nosey people who pretend to pass
a group of actors walk by
they have come from a history class
to make history new
with conversation with questions to ask.
A fifty year old woman
in an autumn so cold
a fifty year old woman
seen dark winter unfold
them fifty years of life
it is all we are told.
The actors, they didn't get any information
they did not get pictures
nothing known about the situation
nothing at all to discuss
fifty years of age is all thats said
on the morning paper on the fifty bus
thats all thats said
a fifty year old woman, shes found dead.
That fifty year old woman
shes not someones mother
that fifty year old woman
how she had no lover
them fifty years of life
unseen by a cover.
That fifty year old woman
she was quoted in the paper today
that fifty year old woman will be gone tomorrow
the writers they will show no sorrow
because its the way things work
as people pass
she no longer lies on grass
shes covered in dirt.
poem by Daniel McCann
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Time Flies
As yet untouched by passing years.
Her lustrous hair as black as night
the maiden’s smile is a delight.
As yet untouched by passing years.
Without a doubt she soon will wed.
Such beauty must attract a mate
A good excuse to celebrate.
Without a doubt she soon will wed.
Take on the duties of a wife.
In time she’ll bear a child or two
make all her girlish dreams come true.
Take on the duties of a wife.
In time all fledglings leave the nest.
Then he and she are left alone
amazed how fast the years have flown.
In time all fledglings leave the nest.
Her raven locks now streaked with white.
He sees her with a lovers eyes
and pays no heed for he is wise
Her raven locks now streaked with white.
The passing years have left their mark.
The love they share still strong and true
binds them together like strong glue.
The passing years have left their mark.
They are still happy and content
as much in love as when they wed
.When first they shared their marriage bed.
They are still happy and content.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Ever-Present Ring
Ever-Present Ring
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My Father Lost A Wedding Ring
The One Cherished For 42 Years
It Was Replaced By What I Bought Him
I Bought Him A New Wedding Band
An Ever-Present Of What Was Present
A Marriage Lasting Longer Than Most
What Was Most Important
Was The Symbol Of That New Ring
It Was The Thought That Counted
And What's Counted Was The Years
He Was Married For 44 Years
He Died This Year
From 1968 To 2012 The Marriage Thrived
After Being Married For 44 Years
He Told His Wife, My Mother
That She Was The Only One
The Entire Time He Stayed Faithful
And In Faith Was His Love
As Parting Souvenir, I Will Keep That Ring
Which I Gave Him Last Year
Because The Symbol Of Union
Between Man And Wife
For All Those Blessed Years
Is What Counts
And Now What's Counted Are The Days
Since His Passing On The 27th Of May
A Day Begun In Mourning In The Early Morning
In May Of Heart Break Mourn
I Will Cherish That Ring
That Ever-Present Ring
And I'll Wear It Every Single Day
To Mourn His Passing
A Bond Between Father And Son
In What May Be My Heart
Will Never Break The Mourn.
poem by Ricardo Antunes
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The Record
Fearing that she might go one day
With some fine fellow of her choice,
I called her from her childish play,
And made a record of her voice.
And now that she is truly gone,
I hear it sweet and crystal clear
From out my wheezy gramophone:
"I love you, Daddy dear."
Indeed it's true she went away,
But Oh she went all, all alone;
Into the dark she went for aye,
Poor little mite! ere girlhood grown.
Ah that I could with her have gone!
But this is all I have to show -
A ghost voice on a gramophone:
"Dear Dad, I love you so."
The saddest part of loss 'tis said,
Is that time tempers our regret;
But that is treason to the dead -
I'll not forget, I'll not forget.
Sole souvenir of golden years,
'Twas best to break this disc in two,
And spare myself a spate of tears . . .
But this I cannot do.
So I will play it every day,
And it will seem that she is near,
And once again I'll hear her say:
I love you so, Oh Daddy dear."
And then her kiss - a stab of woe.
The record ends . . . I breathe a plea:
"Oh God, speed me to where I know
Wee lass, you wait for me."
poem by Robert William Service
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Reunited
Let us begin, dear love, where we left off;
Tie up the broken threads of that old dream;
And go on happy as before; and seem
Lovers again, though all the world may scoff.
Let us forget the graves, which lie between
Our parting and our meeting, and the tears
That rusted out the goldwork of the years;
The frosts that fell upon our gardens green.
Let us forget the cold malicious Fate
Who made our loving hearts her idle toys,
And once more revel in the old sweet joys
Of happy love. Nay, it is not too late!
Forget the deep-ploughed furrows in my brow;
Forget the silver gleaming in my hair;
Look only in my eyes! Oh! darling, there
The old love shone no warmer then than now.
Down in the tender depths of thy dear eyes,
I find the lost sweet memory of my youth,
Bright with the holy radiance of thy truth,
And hallowed with the blue of summer skies.
Tie up the broken threads, and let us go,
Like reunited lovers, hand in hand,
Back, and yet onward, to the sunny land
Of our To Be, which was our Long Ago.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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