Best Flight Of Stairs Poems
Seeking a better life and with chance at hand, our new life awaits
Wife hires on as servant, daughter and I stowaway as it departs
Our life's dreams sail on the USS Titanic, a new future to create
daughter and I conceal ourselves while wife toils with bunk-mates
We would change places to stay warm from bitter cold and storm
my young baby I wrapped up tight, this kept her warm to my delight
We count days till our new home, I worry and pray my wife is warm
A few days passed till that night I awoke in sheer terror and fright
Hearing metal tear, as cries and screams begin a siren sounds above
We're in warmth deep beneath the decks I grab my joy to face regret
We're not far from mom, I push and shove to get her one deck above
The time is short as I open door, to reveal wife's tears, glad to see, yet
to escape I tie a rope about our waists for in this flight can't separate
Then we begin our quest to the night air knowing we're 5 decks below
scaling 2 decks with speed, all converge but keep moving can't hesitate
Baby in hand we drag and claw moving to air, all moving with the flow
One more flight of stairs to fresh air, I take wife's hand to lead her their
Ship tilts as we get through door to sky then falling down into the night
A sudden jerk as rope catches pipe saving us as others fall in pairs
with bitter cold and death insight, I plan again how to win this fight
A mans wool coat 4 feet above I grab his coat as life slips from hope
Wrapping about my baby and wife, for warmth, in this my last night
Water rising swiftly only a few feet below, I swing wife and cut rope
Their flight to the ocean, as I follow them into the icy cold midnight
We find each other in this dark abyss, then fight to swim to life
We reach trash still afloat raising wife and babe to safety I cover tight
death assured in my last fight I tie raft to boat and tell my loving wife
I love you both fight to save your lives, as I sink from view in the night
Hours passed her body heat spent, pulls to boat in her last attempt
She wraps baby in all the clothes and begs they save her from my fame
Her baby safe as she can plan she cuts the rope with this last lament
When you all survive, let all who ask know my sweet daughter's name
This is a fictional account of the youngest survivors journey to safety, Elizabeth Gladys Dean
Rasputin, known as the Russian mad monk,
Was wandering through the abbey quite drunk,
He was caught somewhat unawares
By a descending flight of stairs,
His long cloak causing an ecclesiastical slump.
Pushed off a cliff,
Down a flight of stairs,
Lying shattered,choking,
In a pool of my own blood.
Defiled and degraded,
Knowing nothing of myself,
Other than my name.
I lay on the cold marble floor.
Absurdly,I thought that I,
Had achieved a state of grace.
Though trampled and gasping,
For I had obeyed my vows.
I castrated myself for my other.
Even sending him other women,
When my maturing femaleness,
Was not ripe enough for his seed.
A quarter of my life was spent,
Not in a blessed union,
But in self imposed imprisonment.
This man was my warden.
Kept confined by his passions,
Illusions,and masterful cruelty.
I had turned the key in the padlock,
And would never use it to flee.
My fate was sealed.
First by my wounds,
Then by the executioner.
Who would be called me.
NARRATOR
Infatuation, mysterious,
Must possess
A hello will be good, an offer
Of a drink,
And here comes the invite,
Does it lead to a casual, or
Lengthy good night
HIM
My furniture's sparse
I have a desk and books,
I hung clean tea towels on
The kitchen hooks.
I have a chair and a cat,
Time to go forward
No more chit chat.
I have wine in the fridge
And two glasses at the ready,
Must remember
To keep my hand steady,
O forgot, also have a wife,
Who I promised to be faithful to
For the rest of my double life.
But full steam ahead,
Yes, still in my pocket
I’ll put it back on
after this evening’s affair
I’m excited, I’ll avoid
Her terrified stare.
NARRATOR
This sleazy professor
Had succeeded in
His dirty deeds
Three times before,
Would he succeed again,
And leave another stain,
A memento on his floor
At his secret flat,
By the front door.
HER
Wanted to pass her first
Year at university,
Noticed he was glib,
Certainly, no novice,
But would entice
Him to promise.
Too quickly did he offer
An exemplary exam mark,
She somehow felt
Things were off track,
Saw a murderous
Glint In his eye,
He was of slight build,
She noticed his hand
And the knife and rope,
Dug her sharp nails
In his neck,
Alarmed and hurt
He hesitated, she pushed
Him and ran to the door,
Tripped and moved a
Carpet which hid blood stains,
She put her hands to her ears
To block out the screams,
Pain and fears,
In her mind,
She would make sure they find,
this evil man,
I will destroy him,
I can,
Fled down a flight of stairs
Into a busy street,
Where she mingled
With thousands of feet.
NARRATOR
Too late too late
Bad guy,
For this you will fry,
And burn in hell,
Where are the
Other bodies,
Now all you will
Spill, and
Have to tell.
In the faraway kingdom of my imagination;
My land of make believe thrived on one Disney creation.
Join me here; you’ll never spend a more enchanting ev’ning.
Over there is Cendrillon. Step lightly. Hear her singing?
Terrible Lady Tremaine rules missy with the sweet voice;
Loving parents died apart leaving the maid with no choice.
Stepsisters waste their lives here…bungling, fumbling Drisilla
And big-toed Anastasia—so vile; so like their mamá.
Royal orders bid damzels here to heed the regal ball;
Prince Charming’s quest to find a wife would dawn after nightfall.
Grandeur turned the ugly heads of two secretly scheming
To wed the purple crowned prince who would one day be their king.
“Sweep the halls and flight of stairs”, Cendrillon’s stepmother snaps.
“Do the dishes, light the fire, bring us warm robes for our laps;
Wash the windows, dust the chairs, do the laundry, knead the dough.
Finish in time for the ball…find a gown and you can go.”
In my fairy tale castle one couple waltzing caught my eye.
“So this is love”, he was saying as they passed me by.
He swept her off her feet and new happiness stirred me too;
All I was wishing came true. The prince of my dreams is you.
“And they lived happily ever after.”
Caryl Ramsdale
Copyright © 2011 All rights reserved.
Rhyme Poetry Form
August 04, 2011
Cendrillon (Cinderella: A Disney Character)
unexpectedly achieves recognition after unjust treatment.
“DISNEY” poetry contest sponsored by Linda-Marie, The Sweetheart of P.S.
~ 1st Place ~
8/15/2011
Running her hand over her smooth, long leg
She sips red wine and tosses back her hair
The smokey air in the Main Street bar
Seems to lift when she sees him there
Across the room, a lady catches his eye
Dressed to impress -- for whom he wonders
Thoughts start to flow as he politely stares
In his mind he imagines sensual plunders
Rugged and handsome, he heads her way
An inviting smile lights up her face
She pats an empty stool, gives a sign
Hoping he'll find his way to this place
"Good evening to you, have we met before?"
As he runs his eyes down her curvaceous frame
My name is James, pleased to meet you
His heart on fire with his yearning flame
"You DO look familiar," she whispers
The fire in his eyes sets off a spark
"But I can only see your outline;
This room is hot and way too dark"
I don't mean to sound forward, let's vacate this bar
Let's take a walk, forget about this place
I have a flat round the corner, it's not very far
It's bright, warm and cozy; we will have our own space
Strolling through snowfall; he offers a coat
Placing it over her low-cut sweater
Then leads her up a long flight of stairs
The door opens, "Ah, now that's much better!"
Please, make yourself at home, may i get you a drink
I'll turn the heat on, take the chill out of the air
He hands her a cocktail and she responds with a wink
As he towels her wet shoulders and long blond hair
A night of passion; they intertwine
"I'm so glad you found me," she sighs
"Your timing, as always, was just right"
She adds as she shades morning sun from his eyes
He stirs and turns saying, "Mrs. Mayo, last night was bliss
You were sensuous and ripe, like the day we first loved
Your limpet like lips, seduced as we kissed
We caressed each other as if we were gloved"
"We MUST go on meeting like last night, Mr. Mayo,
To fan the flames in our decades-long marriage
You hold the key to my heart in your passion
And our fantasies lift us like a heaven-bound carriage"
I starved myself, I couldn't have a drink,
From 9am onwards, I was brought to the brink.
Got the one thirty tram to Eccles, it took a bloody hour,
Then a taxi ride to the hospital, I was running low on power.
I checked in at reception, it was two forty five,
I was weary by then, I hardly felt alive.
The physio saw me first, so I'd understand,
She thrust a pair of crutches, into my waiting hands,
She showed me how to use them, first was a flight of stairs,
She didn't hold the doors for me, it was as if she didn't care.
She wrote my initials on them, then took them to the ward,
They'd be waiting for me, once I was back on board.
She came back with a sheet, with my exercises on,
Told me to start them the next day, then she was gone.
No explanation or demonstrations, just this paper of black and white,
Oh my word I thought, that really is not right.
Then I sat there answering questions, with a lovely nurse,
I was bloody hungry, also parched with thirst.
Two hours later, the doctor came to say,
You can go home, your operation's not today.
So what a complete and utter, waste of my time,
I feel like I've been the victim, of a terrible crime.
Now I have to sit and wait, until they get in touch.
It really is, too bloody much.
So now I'm back in work, when I should be on the sick,
Because someone can't do their job, are they blooming thick?
I woke up with a headache
And the sun in my eyes
Your back was turned to me
And I suddenly realised
That I was someone else
And I had been for years
I'm playing the perfect part
In a movie premiere
I ran out on the landing
Jumped the flight of stairs
No time to brush my teeth
No time to say my prayers
I hit the pavement running
With the sun in my eyes
You might've seen me turn the corner
But I was soon out of sight
You were still there sleeping
With your head in the quilt
I was back minutes later
With the paper and the milk
As Goldilocks finished eating the bears porridge,
she took a nice nap upstairs and ended up snoring,
waking up to hear the three bears come home,
she thought she was like Kevin, home alone,
Running quickly down the massive flight of stairs,
like an olympian champion past the three fuming bears,
still running she laughed about her breaking and entering,
till Smokey the bear pulled her over and started questioning,
Goldilocks started to sweat and to stammer,
Smokey the bear coming down with a hammer,
locking her up for stealing food and other charges,
Goldi started picking locks while penned up in the slammer,
Escaping and running through the woods,
she was on the lam, like a fugitive,
till she ran into the the Papa Bears face,
tired of eating porridge, Goldi was gone witout a trace.
11-2-16
Reached the panicle of an older state;
faced body rugged, as stone or slate;
I must reiterate, I am not old, but great;
I'm imparting of an older state;
A family that no longer calls;
An aged person whom new crawls;
Though, they sometimes may fall;
you won't find me shopping at the malls;
I am imparting of an older state;
It's about to rise;
You have to get to where I'm at;
you have to live life close to reenact;
I am not just an artifact, in fact;
I am part of an older state;
I know the beginning all ends;
I live now for God He's my true and only Friend;
Fifty is the new teen;
Sixty is the between;
Seventy most never reach;
Eighty is close to heaven's gate;
I'm not old but just wait;
age but a number, a member, I'm in fact an older state;
Call me Elder, Senior call me old;
]When time is done my stories told;
No illnesses, No arthritis, Alzheimer's;
Neither money gold nor diamonds;
Flight of stairs, bronze, golden, grey white hairs;
Multiply wrinkles on the left right corners of both my eyes;
I'll be the one singing my grandchildren's lullabies;
Once left my foot toward the skies in youth;
Now can hardly walk crow the street but in truth;
the youth have strength in part;
But aged are my spirit, soul, mind and heart;
I am a senior to those under me in age;
but I am not too old and not too frail;
For I am full grown matured and great;
I'm in fact an older state, it's about to rise;
you have to live life close to reenact;
I am not just a n artifact, in fact;
I am part of an...
OLDER STATE
(by James E. Lee Sr. from 'Intergenerational Poetry Slam "Elders Track" University of Nebraska Omaha Poetry to Bridge the Generation Contest'
(c)2014
Reputed to be haunted she took their silly dare
She didn't believe the stories of a ghost that wandered there
The house had been a rental but no one stayed for long
And neighbour's started whispering that something there was wrong
Six years it's now stood vacant and the grounds are overgrown
And sometimes at the witching hour you'll hear a ghostly moan
With flashlight and a cell phone, she entered the old house
Then shrieked as it ran past her; a tiny little mouse
Her phone was set on filming as she checked the ground floor first
A cobweb gently brushed her cheek, she jumped and softly cursed
She started up a flight of stairs to film the second floor
But quickly bolted straight back down at the loud bang of a door
Although she didn't see a ghost the mouse and the door were enough
And so her short adventure there went on to fuel more stuff
My hero can’t fly, he’s strong but not super
He’s 43 years old and drives a mini cooper
He doesn’t have x-ray vision, in fact he can barely see
And he jumps a little everytime he sees a bee.
He can fall asleep anywhere, and snores like thunder
But even though he carries us he’s never been encumbered
He used to be a step in a long flight of stairs
But now he’s all of it, he’s always been there
My Step-dad was there at night to drive me home
From my first job, where I flipped burgers for hours trying not to groan
I remember we went golfing, and I had my first drink
And feeling funny afterwards throwing up in the sink
He was there when my mom left, I’m surprised he stayed
But he did because he loves us to his dying day
Unlike my Mom my Dad’s no zero
He loves us
We love him
And he’ll always be
My Hero
The truth of the matter is that the situation is not ideal and the timing is way off, but never the less I am trying to pick myself up from the fall I have taken for you. Like tumbling down a flight of stairs or like losing footing on a cliff, my heart races and my body trembled at the sight of your smile and the shine in your eyes as you look completely through me, like I am a imaginary figment of my own imagination. And you see right through me like air. But your every word and the sound if your voice I cling to like life support as my breathe is drawn short and my body trembled as you are close. My thoughts are of us and of you but silence is all I can muster. For you are taken by another. And I am no longer that guy who just takes what he wants even though I despertly crave your embrace and know the wild craziness that would ignite from such an act of pure raw passion would create a moment in time that would rival any other in the history of man. Yet in the time I have crafted something witty and clever to create an opportunity to speak to your soul the way yours calls to mine. You have passed by and my chance of a serious encounter with my future has passed. Wounded by the fact you are taken by someone that does not cherish and appreciate the true value your heart and soul have to offer breaks me. And I am left wishing for just a chance or perhaps a reason to brush by you and feel the electricity between us recharge my outlook on the sad darkness I was in until my eyes were brightened by you light. How can I feel so lost and so confused yet so certain all at the same time. This unspoken truth that is rolling around inside of me please tell me you feel it as well?
I sat in my room
Watching TV
When all of a sudden
Something tuned on the screen
A prison escapee not far from here
Was said to have been spotted somewhere near.
I boarded the windows
Locked all the doors
Closed all the curtains
And got to the floor
I told myself there was nothing to fear
For my parents would soon be here
I worried to much, I need to calm down
Until from outside, I heard a strange sound
The sound of nail screeching against the brick wall
It was nothing like I have ever heard, never at all
I thought my mind was playing games on me
Until I looked outside, not a single spot of light could be seen
Was I the only person left on the block
I started to worry, I stared at the clock
When would they get here, where could they be
Whatevers taking them so long, sure is a mystery.
I slowly walked down the dark flight of stairs
When I finally reached the bottom, I gasped for air
I had this strange feeling running through my gut
I knew something was happening, but what?
I heard another strange noise coming from outside
I ran to the living room, and slowly peeked outside
It was my parents car sitting in the driveway,
But wait, wait a second, where were they?
I did not hear the opening of the door
I did not hear their feet walk across the floor
Something was wrong, something was not right
I ran to my bedroom, and shut the door tight
I hid under my bed, shaking with fright
I knew I was going to die, when out went the lights.
Where a mountain meets the clouds,
a winsome smile and a whisper:
"Here am I, waiting."
Chubby faces pop out in the haze:
"We're at every step, helping."
While I gaze, goose bumps bristle
all over me; then a light shower,
the fog clears swiftly.
I see broad flight of stairs roll out,
racing up the steep mountain till
it punches through the clouds into...
At the smoking base a man grips
a shepherd's staff, eying the top.
Soon he jerks into firm brisk strides,
breezes up the rungs, face straight
as his figure fades into the glow.
Sweet ancient melody, sort of a ballad,
unbroken since the earth was green,
keeps streaming down—soft, soothing:
"Come up here, my beloved, come!"
I look up "Me?"
"Yes, get the focus right, the mind firm,
eyes on top the mount. Hold my grace,
ask for more; you sure will need.
"There's no mountain you can't scale,
nor are crags you can't heave over.
There's not a height beyond reach of grace,
though faith flounders under its shadow."
© 2017 Celestine S Ikwuamaesi