Edward Iacona

When it comes to getting married
There is this lesson to learn,
Beware of toasting flutes that say,
“To Whom It May Concern”.

Another version that can cause stress
Or might leave one quite perplexed,
Would be the matched pair of glasses
That refers to you as, “NEXT”.

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With Tender, Loving Care


To you, love-enduring youth
the tumult of your yesteryears,
--the hours of strife, of lonely tears--
lies now behind you, a distance far,
as two wishes heard by allied star
have calmed the tempestuous waves,
the wind-beaten birch, the jesting knaves;
for wishes made upon a starry sky
may summon reward to them who try
breaking the spell their star-crossed woe
so to mend the many miles of sorrow.


But forget not, that which brought you here,
that nuptial need that knows no fear
and nurturing nature since life began
for taming harden'd hearts of many a man.
So go forth from this hour onward,
your hands as one holding hearts heard
beating in tune a pulse of amorous sway,
like the sonnets sung the Provencal way,
that retell in rhyme the stories you share
of times together with tender, loving care.

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You said it yourself, "Words don't mean a thing. It's actions I need to see."
If I could only show you the way that you showed me…

I'd need to take the I love you's away.
I'd need you to promise forever, without knowing I'd ever stay.
I'd sleep with you every night, and break up with you every day.
I'd tell my family you're crazy for getting upset about things.
I'd yell if you hate my friends that say they fuck me in their dreams.
I'd punch you in the face if you ever accuse me of anything.

Last, but not least, I'll mail you back your ring.
I'll leave you voicemails, with no way to contact me.
The reason- "I changed my mind about sex, it's a sin."
That's what I'll email you in a month, and to let you know I fucked my best friend.
Tara, you don't deserve the details. It doesn't matter, I'm never talking to you again.

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Dial tone

Dial tone is all that resonates of something once matrimonial.
Dial tone is the only apology that I'm forced to hear, over and over again.
Dial tone is all I have ever known, and dial tone reminds me of why I'm still alone.
Dial tone is the only love you've ever shown, and it sounds so profane.


dearest god,
may jesus always seek refuge in my soul.
many a demon lingers in my thoughts of despair.
i carry them as a mother would carry her children.
may they be replaced by loving care
and a husband who will always be there.
come rain or shine,
may he truly be mine.
and if time permits.
may a little
one be added to it.
sincerely amen,
between jesus and heaven.
Forgive me Jesus-
Looks mean didley squat
because I think most men
are ugly by face
and by nature.
My man will till the barn
(the weaknesses surrounding my life)
while shuffling hay
(creating peace around us)
then feed every last chicken
(cover me in kisses)
before painting it golden beige with red trimming
(while portraying the weight of 10 men in his heart).

Author's Notes/Comments: 

my last prayer about love because it should have happened already. my heart is the strongest i know.

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A Letter To the One I love Most...


Tears of a willow
Fall of my pillow
As my soul cries out
From the distant reflections
Of a love so tainted
Bruised and battered
I choose to love you
Happy you came into my life
To heal my soul
With such delight
Stressed with the grief
Of ever loosing you
My days turned to nights
Months turned to years
Too many ships have passed
I'm still here looking
Awaiting your return
To be reunited with my long lost love

I dream of the day
I can hear you say
I'm home baby
Daddy's home to stay
I have dreamed of the passion
We have shared
The intimate love affairs
The look in your eyes
When your holding me tight
On those cold winter nights

What we have is special
Nothing worth forgetting
As i sit here waiting in the window
The miles could not replace our love
Missing you makes the heart grow fonder
I pray night and day
Our Heavenly Father
Keep you safe
Keep you in good health
And return you home to me
A better man than when you left

I miss the long walks
The picnics in the park
the wagon rides on Halloween
But what i miss more
Is the mere essence of your presence
Hearing you singing in the shower
Yelling during the super bowl games
Seeing your beautiful smile from across the room
Dancing with you after dinner
Or just laying in your arms at night
Blessed i will be when you return home to me

I love you so much
Missing you just the same
So until you return to me
I'll seal this love letter
With a giant Kiss....

(c) 2012 cassandra Evolutionsofpoetry Covington

Sorrow Sits Uneasy

Sorrow sits uneasy
so long since any peace
so long since any feelings strong
her stricken heart gone numb
She breathes out the burden with a sigh.


Shed a single tear, her river flows and wanes
as sorrows washed anew away
in truly such a static state
ah, such is life!
an endless circle
just like the ring he promised!
and so she’ll seek, so she’ll search for more.


She sips her coffee quietly

a bitter taste, her soul intently
searching for an answer
embittered and battered heart as hers -
bruised, broken, shattered.


Sorrow sits uneasy
so long since any peace
for true love commands her heart
and, so often, true love is silent.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Guard your heart and keep it whole! Be wise in whom you give it to. Give it first, foremost, and fully to God, and then you can go through any and every sorrow with an inward peace.

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Your Misses

2012 Creations

Without you ,
The nights seem so lonely,
The days drag on.
Without you,
I’m not at home,
My bed feels so foreign.

It feels so right,
Laying in your arms,
Feeling your warmth.
It feels wrong,
To say goodbye,
To watch you drive away.

Without you,
Going on feels impossible,
Life is unbearable.
Without you,
Waking up seems pointless,
Sleep is torture.

When you’re not around
I miss your laugh, your smile,
The way you hold me close
And kiss me
You longing, loving gaze
And gentle touch.
I miss laying with you,
And knowing everything
Will be alright.
I miss being
Your misses…

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Still married... but barely... holding on by a thread...

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Only With You


I have always been the type
That needed to be doing something
No matter what it was,
I always had to be doing something

So why is it then, when you are here
I don’t have that need anymore
I just need to touch you
I always need the physical contact

But this is only with you
Truthfully, I don’t know why it is
But I do I really, really do
But it is only with you

Nobody else that I’ve ever been with
Have I ever had this need, this desire
This want, to feel you within arms reach
I do; I really, really do

Maybe one of these days, I can stand
In front of my family and friends
Even God himself, and say those words
“I do”

Written on
December 5, 2011

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This was another one about Tom ___. This one was written because I thought of how I am with him. Physicality every second of every moment he's here. There isn't a sexual tension, just my need to touch him. I can't help but think that the last four months have been a dream. I need to touch him because the touch makes it all the more real. It makes me believe that this isn't a dream.

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