Richard Lamoureux Poet Iambic Pentameter

Engraved Upon His Stone

She danced upon the ground above his grave.
Freedom had been the goal to be achieved!
Within his drink her poison had been placed.
For he was old and no one would suspect.

A wealthy woman now she celebrates.
No gnarled hands to clamp upon her breast.
He had been fooled by her deceitful kiss.
For youth can be a drug when fueled by need!

Her skin had crawled but he did not suspect.
For she had concentrated on her goal.
The man a fool deceived by fantasy.
A ring upon her finger had been placed.

She did not wish her youth to fade away.
Or endure his old skin between her thighs!
A careful plan she put into effect.
Ten drops of potion placed within his gin!

She thought about the men she would enjoy
Until a hand did grab upon her foot!
Passion had reached her from beyond the grave.
He smiled and thought "she must be heaven sent!"

Upon the morn her family found her there.
They guessed she died because her heart had broke.
Now she would be with him eternally.
So they engraved her name upon his stone.

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Constance La France April 29, 2015 at 10:28 AM Richard, I have read this poem previously and so happy to come back to it, still wonderfully penned, beautiful to me, 7 and thanks for visiting my poem, I play my part, and your comment is so true, often my patients tell me I look like an angel when they are close to death, perhaps that is my role to help them leave this world in peace (or maybe it is just the drugs talking) it is indeed special work

Sharon Gulley April 13, 2015 at 11:38 AM Wow! awesome and scary and just plain awesome, Richard. Wonderful Job. God Bless

Wally Flint April 12, 2015 at 8:37 PM Nice write Richard. Thanks for the comments you made on my work.

Rob Carmack April 11, 2015 at 5:54 PM A well written poem Richard. Two fools met their end, and the rest are left dreaming. A clever write. Richard Lamoureux April 11, 2015 at 6:03 PM Thanks Rob.

Brian Baumgarn April 6, 2015 at 12:58 AM thanks, again for this one, Richard. I just reread if after signing onto the computer at work. Time to enter some more writing. Loved the ending a lot. Richard Lamoureux April 6, 2015 at 8:09 AM Good morning and thanks for reading again.

Monterey Sirak April 4, 2015 at 8:08 AM Good morning Rick. I love your story poems, especially the twists. This time the black widow got bitten back. Richard Lamoureux April 4, 2015 at 9:21 AM ;0)

Anna Hopper April 2, 2015 at 8:08 AM Hahaha love it! Especially "she must have been heaven sent". Lol Richard Lamoureux April 2, 2015 at 8:44 AM I'm glad you get my sense of humor, not every does. ;0).

Carol Eastman March 29, 2015 at 4:02 PM Looks like she got her due!Twilight Zone time! Well done.

Sandra Haight March 28, 2015 at 3:59 PM Wow, Richard! Held me to the end with an unexpected turn! "What goes around comes around"! I really enjoyed your well-written gem of suspense! Sandra

Casarah Nance March 28, 2015 at 7:57 AM Ooh what a story! I enjoyed this very much! :) hugsxx

Scott Thirtyseven March 26, 2015 at 7:46 AM A well written story. A superb read. Thanks for the giggle. Richard Lamoureux March 26, 2015 at 7:55 AM My pleasure Scott.

Len Gasun March 25, 2015 at 11:19 PM Oh, this is so compelling and great poem/story to read my very dear friend, Richard. It's my honor and pleasure to read your excellent write this morning. Thank you so much for sharing! love lots and biggest hugs, Leonora Richard Lamoureux March 26, 2015 at 7:21 AM Thanks Leonora, you have a gift for brightening a person's day. I appreciate you sending sunshine my way. Hugs Rick.

Rhonda Johnson-Saunders March 25, 2015 at 7:30 PM A fantastic, suspenseful write so cleverly written, Richard! I enjoyed reading this tonight! Keeping in my faves..hugs, Rhonda Richard Lamoureux March 26, 2015 at 7:22 AM Just having a bit of fun trying to expand my experience with this form. Richard Lamoureux March 26, 2015 at 7:22 AM Thanks and a big hug!

Njeri Hunjeri March 25, 2015 at 4:02 PM What goes around comes around. Fun read from stanza to stanza. Now the man with the gold is gone followed by a gold digger. :-) Richard Lamoureux March 26, 2015 at 7:23 AM Ha ha, I like how you connected the dots.

Mama Bear March 25, 2015 at 2:37 PM Well done!!! justice always prevails we hope Love Mom Richard Lamoureux March 26, 2015 at 7:26 AM Sadly for all justice does not prevail. I guess that is why we have fairy tales. I love you too mom!

Jan Allison March 25, 2015 at 12:50 PM I shy away from even trying this form Richard - an excellent write with great imagery:-) Hugs jan xx 7 xx Richard Lamoureux March 26, 2015 at 7:15 AM Thanks and hugs back.;0)

Charmaine Chircop March 25, 2015 at 10:27 AM What you give is what you get,and She definitely got what she deserved,lol : ).I love this poem with that little bit of mischief,and now there she rots in hell,jj.k :) Richard Lamoureux March 25, 2015 at 10:31 AM I guess this is what is referred to as poetic justice *lol*!

Constance La France March 25, 2015 at 10:23 AM Richard, oh this is wonderful, so well written, a perfect 7, I have to admit I was happy for her ending, so deserving and thanks for much for visiting my poem voices of the dead . . . Richard Lamoureux March 25, 2015 at 10:30 AM My pleasure! Thanks for the kind visit and seven! Richard Lamoureux March 25, 2015 at 10:28 AM Great feedback! I have very little experience with this form, I hope I got it right.

Eileen Manassian March 25, 2015 at 10:20 AM OH RICHARD!!!!! What a superb and fantastic write. Absolutely amazing!!! YIKES!!! Check ENDURE...also...last line...Upon the morn...would be better than early morning...for the meter. Just a thought. Hugs... Richard Lamoureux March 25, 2015 at 10:29 AM Oops my comment to you jumped up one.