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Kavitanjali Chain Poem - 3
The
Proposal
"Please don't ask me to
marry you now
my mother would just have a fit
it's only this morning since
we've met
can't you be patient a bit"
~ Vikram C ~
Well, if you really must know.. My patience is getting nil; If you don't marry me soon I'll be "over the hill!!" ~ Twilah ~
Life, my love, is transient so And think of the miles we have yet to go And of the years that have passed us by Before I chanced on you .... So, please don't give old Time a chance Take my hand, let's have this dance Say "yes" today and I swear tomorrow I will say "I do" ...... ~ KM ~
i'll marry you
tomorrow my dear
and we'll share
the same brush and comb
but stop
insisting upon it tonight
or i'll get up,
dress and go home
and then
valiantly shall i
like the duke
of york
carry you up
the hill
and make
preparations for the stork
~ Vikram C ~
When you wake up from this "dream" And I know you surely will, You'll find this was a nightmare That had given you a thrill. So rest assured you are not The only fish in the sea, Soon you'll be invited to a wedding But it won't be you and me. ~ Twilah ~
i'd rather not awaken and let the slumber be for why man should marry is still a mystery if its a first then the bride wears white if its the second, black is alright but why you would chose lavender the amorous here would wonder ~ Vikram C ~
Many have stood
before the altar
Wearing black,
lavendar or white;
It matters not
what you're wearing
If what
you are doing seems right.
If it's not,
then keep on slumbering
And when you
awaken to face the dawn,
No more
will you be left pondering..
The wedding
nightmare will be gone.
~ Twilah ~
i always thought a woman could be had for a song little knowing that it might turn out to be the "wedding march" now that i am at the altar i shouldn't tarry too long for when the priest asks me "i do", my back i shouldn't arch and say, oh "glory" be, but "we did" 'twas
lovely, heaven forbid ~ Vikram C ~
Well, when we FINALLY approach the altar And heaven knows we’re really trying… And the Priest asks you if you do, I can Really see no sense in your lying. So let your conscience be your guide And lets get this ordeal over with And if anyone asks ME what happened I will most certainly take the fifth!! ( amendment, that is) ~ Twilah ~
if we do
approach the altar, i promise not to falter
as for the
priest asking "i do", i'd rather blush coyly (so would you)
but for
heaven's sake kiss me like a bonny bride
unlike in your
father's chamber where behind the cabinet we would hide
as for calling
this an ordeal i'd say we've hardly begun
tis only the
married "part" which actually is any fun
choose a date
and break the ice
all you readers
be ready with the rice
~ Vikram C ~
NOW
we're getting somewhere
I thought you'd
never ask,
Getting you to
propose has
Proven quite
a task.
As for the date
the sooner, the better
For more
info....check out your 2nd letter.........surprise!!
~ Twilah ~
the 2nd letter
i hereby produce (surprised)
in a summary it
says (don't be so bemused)
"i never
knew you to be the marrying man
until for me
those errands you ran
you lay the bed
(too) and wash and cook
adonis too
would be envious of your look
i plead you -
please marry me
the mother of
your child i want to be"
~ Vikram C ~
Now you are
reading between the lines..
Until your last
sentence, you were doing fine,
Your cooking is
great, your cleaning better,
But nowhere do
I find in that 2nd letter
Of pleading to
be the mother of your child,
It was only one
night!! So we went a little wild!
Maybe this
wedding is not such a good idea,
If you feel the
same, I'd sure like to hear.
~Twilah ~
you call that
only one small night
you forget we
were in the artic wild
after months
all six did the sun arise
even then we
had to part with sighs
as for you
denying letter number two
guess it tantamounts
to the taming of the shrew
as for the
wedding causing us some strife
who says
happiness is everything in life
~ Vikram C ~
Was it really
six months??
My, how that
time really flies!
I didn't
think I had the time
To actually
close my eyes.
Ok, if you
insist, the wedding's a go,
But time is
of the essence
As you
already know......!
~ Twilah ~
"the
wedding's a go" - is this religion or a pantomine show
our parents too
should solicit the occasion you know
there is a menu
to finalise and a guest-list to make
it has to be
meticulous for in this reel there is no retake
then come the
expenses and honeymoon and housing too
i am an
ordinary, low-tax paying citizen and not a moneyed jew
"time is
of the essence" and all that i agree
but the chain
has to go on and so shall we
~ Vikram C ~
"the chain has to go on and so shall we" To that sentiment we heartily agree Your chain is riveting and its addictive like soap Keep the links coming, we are reading with glee ~ Editor ~
Marriage is
indeed a serious business,
To that I most
emphatically agree..
So yes, lets
quickly attend to the details,
Our parents as
willing, my dear, as we.
Money should
not be a factor
A simple expressive
wedding will do,
As for the
honeymoon, my dear,
Anyplace would
be "heaven"...with you!
~ Twilah ~
i shudder not
walking down the aisle
for you will by
my side be all the while
neither am i of
children away
a baseball team
i'd want if i had my way
it is my
mother-in-law you know
my crush on her
refuses to go
i am in a
dilemma pondering aloud
damn the
blighter who said that three is a crowd
~ Vikram C ~
So, that's what's
been leaving you in doubt,
It's
"mother-in law" you can't seem to do without;
Let me solve
your dilemma...until this crush you lose
I don't intend
to wait around, in fact..I refuse!
It would have
been nice if you'd told me before
That long
winter night, when I opened the door.
Before I go, I
have one tiny bit of advice..
Look out for
father in law..he won't be as nice!
~ Twilah ~
not that
my crush on mother-in-law is here to stay
the
dilemma of "mrs robinson" is that father-in-law is gay
as for
that long winter night, you did not just open the door
there were
other things opened and flung upon the floor
you don't
have to wait so long for me to tie the knot
let's just
say "i do", for it's only one weekend we've got
thereafter
there are other poets (i think) in the fray
(however)
their silence seems to proclaim that they (like father-in-law) are gay
~ Vikram C ~
Your crushes
seem to come and go
I'm finding out
things I didn't know,
And I know you
just got the attention
Of all the
poets you just mentioned.
Hopefully
they'll join the throng
If only just to
prove you wrong???
~ Twilah ~
my crushes seem
not to come and go
i am not the
waning phases of the moon you know
as to the poets
who might now write
and say that
this allusion to the father-in-law is trite
i wish they
would would pens aspire
and write forth
to their hearts' desire
as for you and
me we should tie the knot
and watch the
others throw in their lot
~ Vikram C ~
How other poets
can resist this challenge, I'll never know,
Seems as though
it's you and I that really dare to show
That poetry can
be fun, no need to always be so resigned,
The pressures
of life can be lifted by laughter, or so I find.
So, on
with the wedding.. Shakespeare said..altho rather rough..
"Lay on,
McDuff, and damned be he who first cries..Hold..enough!!
(or words to that effect)
~ Twilah ~
Hope the love
birds have called a truce
Spring cleaned
their hearts
Where their
love once grew
We watched in
silence
This verbal
duel
Not wanting to
add fire to the fuel
Hope the old
lady has by now
Kicked the
bucket-that old cow
Freud would
love to study the groom
Ere his"
fixation" lead to his doom
Beware fair
bride of his promises inane
Are you sure
his love he does not feign?
~Muse~
the love birds
called not a humble truce
rather in their
nest a stork soon might roost
spring would
melt the fire you might to the fuel add
even the heat
of summer would've cooled - for love cannot be had
as for mr freud
and the fixation of the groom
are you aware
that love is not to doom
for promises
were made not in vain
hush, the stork
is here, bring the midwife, or she might fain(t)
~ Vikram C ~
Why, Muse, how thoughtful of you to think of me, Glad you finally stepped in, so that all could see That love isnt always what it seems to appear, But I can't back out now.with the wedding so near. As for the 'old lady' I wholeheartedly agree, She certainly has done no favors for me! I think "V" would give Freud a run for his money But all in all, it COULD prove quite funny..... If he becomes a father before a groom. My my..how the mystery does loom......... ~ Twilah ~
love isn't what it seems to appear it is a veil of muslin my dear it tantalisingly teases and beckons you near it even makes the shy overcome fear but if you might perchance to see the muse disguised is your mother - yes, it is she "forbidden fruit and fool's paradise" love is for the daring, not the wise but why add vice, i do not know let the muse remain and the midwife go ~ Vikram C ~
Alas! no more can you hide Those tumbles in the attic..so wild! A sign of the times, this bastard child. Fair maid say the vows a quick Or else on your love child His cruel peers will pick. As for the groom -he seems to be on a high The storks impending arrival has proved a lie All those slangs about his being not so virile Old hags and coy belles have been whispering a while ~Muse~
Of course, let the midwife go…. And the muse should stay…. A mother should be present On her daughter’s wedding day. The mid-wife’s not really needed, Twas the excitement, you see, But we’d better get on with the wedding, Before the two of us become three! ~ Twilah ~
Oh my young lithsome lad No more shall i wander like a woman mad. Thank yee
for bidding me stay Am here, to make you see some sense Why settle for a lorry when you can have a Benz I'll walk down the isle and also say"I do' Marry her and that day ,you'll forever rue. The' forbidden fruit' is forbidden no more Am yours
for the asking ,just knock on my door.
what ho the
lorry and what of the benz, why don't you see
the angelchild
is here and let's not(yet) pratter about bigotry
while you
mother and daughter bicker, the midwife, i shall take her
TO TAKE care of
the child and not the midwife's forbidden fruits
it is a time
for reckoning, when the mother-in-law is in cohoots
but why can't
you see the smile that adorns this darling child
a gift of time
and unto poetic beauty born wild
let's all pop
the sparkling whites and be
the baptism is
around the corner, why aren't we("V")
~ Vikram C ~ Thank you, dear “V”. for straightening this out. Our selfish needs are not what this’s about; To compare me to a bulking lorry.. Her time will come soon..to be sorry….. My mother and I are parting our ways.. Her behaviour is inexcusable nowadays. To try to separate a man from his child…. Only in her dreams!! (which seem pretty wild) ~ Twilah ~
Oh deari
me! loves Labour Lost!
the
groom rejects , the bride aspirations casts
The
financial strain and the physical pain
at the
plastic surgeon's ,bring me no gain.
So its time
to move on in search
Of greener
pastures, and on some friendly
soul
to perch.
Goodbye
young ones, do take care
My love was
true and i did dare.
"V" my luv
one last time, before I go
Hold me
close and say you did love me so.
~Muse~
why go for
"self annhilation"; why even the "eclipsed sun"
hides not forever
what makes
you ponder so with "tears" in your "tower of
silence" - it's not yet over
i wish not
to hide neither do i seek (as a father now i have become meek)
but staying
up all nights with the bonny child does make this mellow man weak
weaker
still to hold you in my arms and profess my love (so true)
your
daughter has your genes and that loving temper too
besides,
the editor of the chain was the bride's maid you know
she not
only edits poems, but also aspirations you might sow
i'd rather
you stay and not bind this chain (of mine) in tears so wet
the bride's
maid - the editor - is also part of this bold & beautiful net
so meet me
at a quarter to nine when the baby is asleep so fast
we'll
figure out another verse to make this chain last
~ Vikram C ~
This bride is coy, and here's the honeymoon-- ~ Stanley ~
Well....so
now I'm coy...that is quite a leap
From being
promiscuous..thanks a heap!
You say on
our honemoon I can't go?
Do you know
something I don't know?
What say,
Vikram, about the trip
Do we go by
car, plane ...or ship??
As Stanley
says. .my bags are packed,
And believe
me..there's NOTHING I've lacked.
~ Twilah ~
we take a
ship and maroon ourselves, atlantis found
stanley and
the midwife are welcome to frolick around
as for
mom-in-law, i have to wait till a quarter to nine
when we
transport her too, to our island divine
and let the
chain to stanley be
may he and
the midwife make merry
so all
those who read with passionate greed
mind you,
the baby is of a poetic creed
we leave
behind a bonny child
called a
new chain - "eyes open wide"
~ Vikram C ~
As if i'll be willing to be Left behind for eternity. And darlin V whats this all about a quater to nine? From dawn to dusk you know i am thine. Stealthily i shall creep and hide. As a stowaway i'll sailoff with you At the first high tide. Eyes wide shut ,or eyes open wide You be tom cruise and me kidman as we two hide Behind the dunes on that sandy beach As new heights of passion we reach.. ~Muse~
the clouds
parted and the orange moon shone through
a galleon
left the shores and cut the blue waves through
and in the
light of the moon the deck lit up and one could see
all the
while the laughter of innocence singing across the sea
a little
child in the midst of poets Three smiled and laughed again
while those
poets at shore joined hands and prayed amen
the chain
had by now stretched beyond the horizon so far
there was
just love, it never had been a war
everyone
now had "a reason to smile"
including
the mother-in-law who hugged her grandchild
the voyage
was far from over, for it had just begun
the editor
of the new chain wouldn't just rest with this one
km, stanley,
muse, twilah and v
this chain
would even make medusa smile and say whee
~ Vikram ~
Amen
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