Cultured Cowboy Presents

Wedding Poems


We call close friends to participate
in soaring love enjoined this date:
Merging souls from energies so unique
entranced by riddles of binding gait.

To the world, we offer charitable ways.
To our selves we prove support and praise.
With God and you to witness wedded vows,
beginnings become sealed for remaining days.

Sealed, but not delimited. Never bound, nor stifled.
Together for well-being; well bred abhor chide-filled.
Come join us for jubilation, and while here, recall your embrace,
because marriage celebration is meant for all to bind pride with chill.

C Taylor, Jr.

Wedding Night

I have waited all my life to share this field:
the field of fair that furrows my heart.
The moment is soon upon us. A blessed rill
by crags of red clay bounty.

The moment of our bloom is more than fate will sate:
a time of solitary twine, of vines to twist in mate
reeling from the past torn roots. Torn roots
that made sure growth. The growth, new shoots
of green on gray, as ours gains strength from yesterday.  

Torn, but not uprooted, and our foliage was trimmed true.
For through the pain of sacrifice, the bonsai comes in view.
The Hort’ist had a vision. Good toil made dream come through.
The distortions of our past create a beauty touched by few.

Touched by few, but passed by plenty who did not understand;
a stream is mired by most who tread, but flowing, clears again.


C Taylor, Jr.

Precious Gift

Oh my love, tonight I wonder
Though my worry will cause blunder.
Will we share another decade?
Or, will time call one away.

 I fear not the great foretold
For it is promised: streets of gold.
But, I languish in the thought
Of left or leaving, half fraught.

Till our end, I vow anew
Acts of kindness we will do.
And an endless untamed schedule 
Will no longer be our rule.

When the two enjoined as one,
A curious new life had begun.
With real fervor, bride and groom
Mature to tapestry by life’s loom.

While short time most wile away,
We will bless, again, each day.
Never wasting precious moment,
Pray this union from all torment.

Heart in hand we’ll still discover
Hopping toads and birds in cover.
Sweetest pleasures of each morn
Are waking smiles our years have worn.

I remember childlike laughter.
As I fall asleep, and after,
With the toil of day behind,
I rest assured; you fill my mind.

                       C Taylor, Jr. 

If you are interested in having a personalized poem written for your loved one, wedding, or anniversary, call us for more details. By getting to know you, we can thread touches of your lives into verse.      God Bless,  Chuck

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