Best Fits Poems
THE SLIPPER FITS CINDERELLA
I could have danced all night,
I fell in love that night,
I felt it i was so right,
You held me just so tight,
I could have danced all night,
And could have begged for more,
How did I know that night,
My life would change as
Never before,
What magic was in store?
My heart took flight,
Alone with you that night,
So young and stupid,
Should have declared that night,
We fell in love that night,
We could have spread
Our wings,
We felt like queens and kings
The world was at our feet,
It was sheer fate to meet,
And then you held me tight,
We fell in love that night
We should have taken flight
And should have danced and
Danced some more.
And now in three days
From now, We celebrate 19 years,
It should be thirty nine,
I say it, in free verse
And some in rhyme,
It was sheer fate to meet,
You swept me off my feet,
That unforgettable night,
You whispered in my ear,
For no-one else to hear,
Whilst you held me tight,
I Love you,
Don’t disappear tonight,
I want to dance and dance ,
With you, all night!
Some lyrics and words taken from
Song, sung by Julie Andrews in the Original Broadway
Production of My Fair Lady in1956
At the ball...
At this point in the tale, a happy ending should be pending,
But readers now are more demanding,
And so, I'll tweak a bit the plot.
Cinderella made an entrance like aurora borealis
That sent a shockwave through the palace,
"Who is this chick? Man, she is hot!"
When the prince caught her attention, his anxieties enflamed him,
But when she smiled, he overcame them,
And asked her if she'd care to dance.
The king and queen were sore relieved
Because they'd had some apprehension,
To girls he'd never paid attention,
They thought him something of a "nance".
But by the time the waltz was over he was thoroughly enraptured,
This girl his royal heart had captured,
And her to wed he was inclined.
Mom and Dad looked on with pride,
And it was then and there decided
To get the two of them united
Before the prince could change his mind.
But he was well and truly hooked, and as to true love she surrendered,
Cindy suddenly remembered
She must be out of there by twelve.
If she hung around too long
Until the tower bell stopped tolling,
The whole darn thing would start unrolling,
The midnight knell would end the spell.
So Cinderella fled the ball, but just before the spell was broken,
She dropped a slipper as a token,
And hoped the prince would come around.
But when the clean-up crew was through,
Along with hairpins and nail clippers,
At least a dozen single slippers
Had been turned in to Lost and Found.
When the prince saw all those shoes, he didn't ponder which or whether,
Just one was crystal, the rest leather,
And he knew what he had to do.
He had his mother pack a lunch,
And Benzedrine he grabbed a fistful,
Then off he shot just like a pistol
In hot pursuit of that glass clue.
To be continued...
The happily ever after...
He searched the kingdom for a fortnight 'til all saddle sore and weary,
With his eyes bloodshot and bleary,
The prince arrived at the last door.
He found two sisters, far too ugly, and an even uglier mother,
And asked himself why even bother,
This whole darn quest's become a bore.
Then from the kitchen came the vision he had searched so far and wide for.
He asked stepmother what she'd lied for
To say the three of them were all.
A flash, a crash, there was the gown, and then he saw her bare right flipper,
And on the left, a crystal slipper…
The girl he'd danced with at the ball.
The stepmother feigned regret that they had sadly so misjudged her,
T'was for her good that they'd begrudged her,
But to a prince one shouldn't lie.
On her wedding day the trio met the fate they should have dreaded,
They were arrested and beheaded,
And Cindy never blinked an eye.
The wedding feast and celebration were the grandest in the nation,
The king and queen felt jubilation,
Their son was "normal", after all.
They could retire and the crown would be passed down to their descendants,
Their kid, grandkids, and co-dependents,
They were so glad they'd had that ball.
But on their wedding night the prince confirmed his sexual confusion,
And forced them both to the conclusion,
Theirs was no fairy tale romance.
But still they made the marriage work, although they had no little nippers,
Sometimes he wore her gown and slippers,
And Cinderella wore the pants.
So, in conclusion, Cinderella got her semi-happy ending,
In spite of all the rules I'm bending
To tell her tale and make it new.
It wasn't meant to be so grand,
But what my muse commands, I do,
And now in bidding fond adieu,
My hat is off to those of you
Who stuck it out and read it through.
The End
that day my smile
sucked you in,
to places where things
crawl because they are too tall to walk
and yet you stood up,
you stood out
not twisted,
like you always belonged
like that space was carved with you in mind
the mold that fits
the one thing that change form
and yet it stays the same
the comfort
the easiness
pure joy
from that day
it still remains a mystery
whose plot it was to make
me smile
who wanted us to meet
it can never be this easy
to like something so quickly
to feel like you've come home
even though you never left
still feeling that day
still feel you standing tall
as if the mold was made for you...
12/05/2011
Once upon a time...
Once upon a time, in France, a storyteller fella
Wrote of a girl named Cinderella,
Meant as a fairy tale romance.
Her daddy died when she was young, and she was forced to share his riches
With three monumental b****es,
A most unhappy circumstance.
For years her stepmom and stepsibs made her perform a menial's duty,
And as she blossomed into beauty,
They grew more hateful, mean, and cruel.
Each night they dined on fine cuisine and wore lace dresses with silk sashes,
While she wore rags begrimed with ashes,
And got just crusts of bread and gruel.
Then one day a herald from the king demanded entry
To the homes of landed gentry,
They were invited one and all.
It was the prince's eighteenth birthday, and the king and queen were harried
Because their son was not yet married.
Ergo, the reason for the ball.
The stepsisters primped and preened and wild excitement they exuded,
When Cindy asked to be included, they gaped at her as if appalled.
Stepmother sneered, "Look here, I'll show you!"
With self-righteous indignation,
"Your name's not on the invitation.
Just we elite are so installed."
So Cinderella went downstairs to seek some solace in the kitchen,
But 'stead of sittin' there and b****in', she started dancing with a broom.
She whirled and twirled around the floor,
Or else she'd stand there, gently swaying,
As if an orchestra was playing
Pretending they were bride and groom.
And then a flash, a crash of thunder, and to Cindy's stunned amazement,
There gliding through the kitchen casement,
A pudgy lady dressed in blue.
She said, "Hello, my dear, no fear, I'm here to grant your secret wishes,
I'll wave my wand and clear the dishes,
And make a princess out of you!"
She waved and tapped and flicked and zapped,
And what she seemed to make the air do
Was give her make-up, nails, and hair-do,
And then to make the look complete,
Out of those rags so soiled and worn and far too torn to drown a cat in,
A gown of gossamer and satin, and crystal slippers on her feet.
Without this timely intervention, Cindy's tale might have been tragic.
Could she have managed without magic,
And her dilemma be resolved?
But everybody knows what happened with a gourd and six white mice,
And how a smudgy scullery maid was made to clean up really nice,
When a fairy got involved.
To be continued...
my parents used to tell me
if the shoe fits, you can see
now being only three,
what did that mean?
i thought for several years
I cried many tears
I've failed, I've lost,
I've paid the cost
now i see the benefits
because I've found a shoe that fits
Love bluff
pink lovely stuff
never burns
though it melts
and when it does flesh like metal smelts
fools toys little
things of no great value
sweet to touch and taste so hallow
no finger tips no love on lips
when you fly and leave
I hope you know and believe
that I too go
from building like water flow
There was a girl called Lovely Lou,
She never seemed to know what to do.
Many thought she was a fool,
‘Til, she said the jokes on you;
she had filled their boots with crazy glue!
I got me a special pair of walkers,
Tattered, torn, comfortable dockers,
Ain’t too easy on the eyes,
And wouldn‘t win a prize,
It’s the size fourteens that are the shockers.
Mama eagle’s dear chickies were ill,
so she told them to lie very still.
“You just wait here for me,”
she said most tenderly.
Then she flew off to get them a pill.
Baby eagles, like most kids, detest
taking pills. Mom returned to the nest
with dead mice in her bill
which concealed the crushed pill
Doctor Stork had prescribed with good rest!
For Brian Strand's the 'ALL YOURS(Jun 5)' Poetry Contest
No Names mentioned-
recognizing your
self in a
poem--
highly unlikely that
we
poets
know what you've
done.
Just a posturing
poem
posted
Saying wonderful
things -
If
this poem describes
you...
and you can tell...
If
a poem speaks highly
of
integrity,
has
ability to inspire,
sincerity
originality
If
it provokes
invokes-
makes you think
take stock
don't be shocked
Put on the poem
it's yours
It's probably
written
with
"the cloth you --
were cut from"
own....
it ..
Where it Well.
If
you are remembered
for your kind
deeds an actions
Do not be shy -
Get satisfaction.
If
the poem fits...
Taylor-Made
pray-tell!
Shine your eyes
own it..
and
wear it well.
Be cautious walking along this path,
I can see that your shoes do not fit.
You won't get anywhere like that,
Not even a little bit.
Directions couldn't show you how
nor are there signs to help you here.
Instead you'll walk along this road,
until it finally leads you there.
Once you know you've made it home,
please live the best you can.
Because before you know, you can be
walking that lonely road again.
She is not a small cat.
In fact she is quite, quite fat.
There is a black box on the floor.
She pokes it, sniffs it, eyes it and more.
I think she thinks she will fit
but I shoo her off in a snit.
The box holds pens and small stuff.
Not meant for this bag of fluff.
I just know that when I rise
a cat will be in there 'fore my eyes.
Big of butt and small of mind,
if she thinks she fits she must be blind.
She is a dear but not too bright
to try to squeeze in a space so tight.
No, she is not a small cat.
She is, oh she is, quite, quite fat.
08/01/2013
single syllable poem
If The Shoe Fits!!
I’m disillusioned and perplexed,
My mind blown by the disrespect,
Shown to others for their creative works,
Anonymous vibes, by novice jerks!
Who are you to judge and critique,
Another’s works or their technique!
Are you jealous and insecure?
Or just mean spirited and immature?
This world is big enough for two,
And doesn’t revolve around just you!
Opportunity is afforded to everyone,
Chances go round, your turn will come!
Today is about acceptance and variety,
Open your eyes and your mind, it’s a new society!
Written By: Sarita A. Milliner © 4/13/16
You read or hear some words and think
“That isn’t very flattering;”
But then your heart is on the brink
Of pittering and pattering.
For possibly, those sentiments
Contain a little clue
That give you just the slightest sense
They might apply to you.
Perhaps you’re being paranoid
Or worried without cause;
It’s easier to just avoid
Those words with fangs and claws.
But sometimes you just have to shrug
And flash a grin and bear it,
‘Cause even if it’s kinda snug,
If that shoe fits – then wear it!