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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
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"
Fear
I raise my hand from the banister
As I ascend a flight of stairs
The air is musky and quite repugnant
And dust is a common feature
Though beneath the smell of musk
Blood lingers like a faded memory
At the very top of the stairs I pause
Gazing at an antique vase
Sun flowers are painted on the surface
Yet the realism runs far deeper
It's then that I notice the insignificant stain
A small spot that ruins perfection
And as I stare the blood begins to run
Drizzling down the side of the vase
The blood hits the floor like the feet of a cat
And races toward me like a red carpet
Sunlight that once eagerly streamed inside
Falls flat leaving me in bleak shadows
Stumbling backwards to escape the blood
I falter at the sound of ear peircing screams
A Banshee has awoken in the midst of my nightmare
Filling my pounding ears with sharpened knives
The black lights flicker once and then light the room
Coming from nowhere and everywhere
Crystal blue orbs filled with curiosity silently judge me
Like the eyes of an elegant immortal goddess
Her pale hand raises upward as I gaze transfixed
And her index finger beckons me
A curse has been placed upon me as I step forward
Unable to break the spell that holds me
The blood that once seemed so weak and so shallow
Now forms a puddle through which I wade
Destiny stares at me from her mirroring eyes wide with seduction
And I abhor my inability to escape this façade
Within only a foot from her I find my feet finally come to a halt
As her lips split into the ghost of a smile
Her hands descend into the scarlet puddle of blood before raising them
Blood slowly seeping from the imperfect bowl her hands form
And then she blows the blood into my face and my body shatters
I'm naught but a magnificent creature of despair myself
And when I awake shaking and stuttering with the police shaking me
The eyes of my immortal goddess, a Banshee, seem to smile at me
Without words I can tell that my end is nigh
For fear was not meant to live forever
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.
See who I ‘am? Don’t you even know who I ‘am? Don’t fake
like you don’t know me, you’ve seen me Before…I’m sure you
have. The sisters all be hating on a fine sister like me, because
I got it going on… Yeah, I’m the one that all the brothers want to
get with in town and those who haven’t wish that I could be their
Boo or Lil Ma. Let them dream on, I’m too much woman for just one
alone. You know you want me to be yours? All the brothers be wanting
to buying me the finest black pearls, diamonds and lynx furs…just to get
to know my name or get them digits from me. You feel me? You be faking
like you don’t see me when you be walking with your little anorexic
wife, but I see you sneaking a peeking out the side of your eyes at all this
lushes big booty thing as I pass you by. I know you want me? I might just
let you get with me, once I finish this last flight of stairs and get my inhaler
out of my pocketbook and check my blood pressure and finish this last piece
of KFC chicken. Yeah, even my horny young doctor wants to jump on these big
bones, he says…”Ms. Johnson you need to get your weight under control or
you’re going to die.” that’s just his little secrete way for saying I’m staring at your
big full bosoms and I’m just dying to bury my face between them later on tonight.
Yeah, he be begging for a shot at the big show… you all know you want me? I hear
yall when yall giggling and snickering behind my back as I pass yall by, be trying
to get my attention. You all know I’m way too busy to be bothered with all you haters
and all these men who want to be my lover and stuff. Honey… I’m in a hurry I have
to get my bus stop, so I can catch my next bus.
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
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?
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
I’m jEalous of the wind.
The wind who flows ever freely through my curtains,
And escapes into the night sky almost twice as quick
Somehow without making a scene or causing a burden,
Disappearing faster than the light on a candle's wick
I’m human so I Sin.
Waiting on a late-night text like it’s my last hope
Wishing and wanting to be washed away with the rain
Scrubbed clean and made innocent by miracle soap
Before tragically tumbling and fumbling down the drain
Is wishing to leave a Crime?
Because I’m moving forward, but I’m not moving on
Just like a mouse hopelessly running circles in a maze
I’m stuck in a cycle with emotions still bottled by dawn
Optimism is a state, a forever foreign forgotten faze
Is it plAying with my mind?
Am I imagining and inventing my own nightmares?
Whether I’m the hero or the villain isn’t evident
Hopeless, climbing a never-ending flight of stairs
Just to never reach the top or return to the present
Let me Perceive what’s real.
Reality is a foggy VHS tape holding onto the past
Pouring down on each frame, wishing to rewind
To make each and every memorable moment last
Or to erase my tears during the times I’m blind
Let me be allowed to fEel.
To feel the rush the wind feels when it puts out a flame
Or what the rain feels as it slides down in streams
Let me wake up to someone calling out my name
Urging me to return to reality and escape my dreams
Written: August 2, 2021
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.
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