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Angela Lansbury has perished after living for nearly ninety-seven years.
In 1948, she starred in "State Of The Union" and "The Three Musketeers".
When she starred as a murderess in "Please Murder Me!", her co-star was Raymond Burr.
She is best known for starring in "Murder, She Wrote" and people will always remember her.
She starred in "Death On The Nile", "Lace" and "The Mirror Crack'd".
Angela became famous because talent wasn't something she lacked.
Many will remember her as "Jessica Fletcher" which was a role that she portrayed for many years.
Angela is dead and when her friends and family attend her funeral, they will grieve and shed tears.
[Dedicated to Angela Lansbury (1925-2022) who died on October 11, 2022]
I bought a house that nobody else wanted.
I got it dirt cheap because it was haunted.
It was once owned by a murderess and nobody could trust her.
Things got so bad in that house that I called the Ghostbusters.
But those four women came running out of that house as fast as they could.
I thought that hiring those women was a great idea but it didn't do any good.
Everybody who lived in that house ended up in a bad shape.
The last straw came when the ghost cornered me and I was raped.
I burned down that house for the insurance because things were so creepy and odd.
But the insurance company found out and now I've been sentenced to prison for fraud.
The White Charger
White is the steed that gallops, sparks fly from his mane
The rider reaches out to my heart, passion burning as a flame
Entwined in hope, flames burn high, passion ever ascending
The white charger gallops by now, passion assuaged and descending.
My Mind Is Blank
My mind is blank a sheet of nothing white as virgin snow
Where is it now I am searching lost not knowing where to go?
White and blank no thought at all what am I to do
I know I’ll get my pencil out and draw a picture of you…
White Wedding
Pure white the ghostly figure, as it floats around the room
It stops and smiles sardonically, at the soon to be groom.
I see you are taking a wife; she once was to have been mine
Well my friend be careful, you soon may have to pay life’s fine...
The ghostly shape now pressed close, to the sweating groom
“I don’t know what you are talking about- please leave my room.”
Oh you will find out soon enough, after the vows are said...
Then the black widow bride, will find a reason for you to be dead
Her only wish is a wedding, a wedding all in white
A husband she does not desire, you will find that out tonight
Don’t drink the wine or take your fill, from the wedding glass
Believe you me it’s not worth the risk, this is what has come to pass.
The whiteness of her veil hides the stone heart of a killer
The black hearted murderess, to her this is the thriller...
To take a groom so young and strong, his heart he wants to give
She will take it out of you, so be warned now - run to live.
Well that’s his story and he was sticking to it as he left the church at great speed…
© 3/10/2102
3 Different poems For the Whiteness Contest.
(Now we hear from the murderess. She explains
that she killed Calmette because he published
love letters which she had written to her husband,
a minister in the government. It is true that she
made her own way to the police station, having
given her word that she would answer charges.
"Le Gratin" is the "upper crust" of French society.)
4. Henriette Caillaux
He got his just come-uppance. Ça suffit.
What else is there to make an issue of?
Oh, very well: you wish to know my plea.
My plea is, I'm a woman, and in love.
I didn't leave the scene. I waited there.
I am a lady, I'd done nothing wrong.
My attitude, you think, is debonaire?
I said I'd keep my word. I came along.
What kind of scoundrel publishes the letters
that pass between two lovers? Tell me that!
He sinned against our love, against his betters:
The cur deserved to die, I'll tell you flat!
The jurors? Do they tipple, make love? Dance?
They are red-blooded Frenchmen? You will see.
Le Gratin, c'est Le Gratin. France is France.
No jury will convict. Take it from me.
When someone's out to damage and disparage,
When all the chips are down, this is a marriage.
Two men died over a woman who was as beautiful as a jewel.
They both loved her and they both died when they had a duel.
This horrible incident occurred in the year 1802.
Two lives were lost when both men were through.
They turned and fired their pistols at the same time and killed each other.
What made the situation so horrible was that the two men were brothers.
But both men were being played by their lover, she was using both of them.
She was married to a wealthy man and she had no intention of leaving him.
Her husband was surprised and shocked because of what happened and because she felt no remorse.
When he learned that she cheated on him and used those two men, he was going to file for a divorce.
Because a prenuptial agreement would've left her penniless, she wanted her husband dead.
She tried to make it look like he committed suicide after she shot him in the head.
She pretended to be a grieving widow who was in pain.
But the jury wasn't fooled and she was executed in Spain.
Three men ended up dead and she didn't care in the least.
Before she was taken to the gallows, she asked for a priest.
She became a murderess and the judge, jury and executioner evened the score.
It was brother against brother like what happened during the American Civil War.
Pulp fiction had nothing on him. He was a man’s man. A protagonist
of his own making, self-reliant, and self-assured. Marlow kept his wisecracks
to the bare minimum when meeting a new client. Dames were not as compliant as they used to be, and they carried their own derringers now.
More dangerous than ten years ago. He leaned back in his chair, enjoying a swallow of nicotine from his favorite cigarette. He had heard this woman was stacked. Mrs. What? He reached for his paper. Mrs. Stanton. She sounded stacked, a real femme fatale. A harsh knock came on his outside door.
not a woman’s knock, and yet, there she was.
“she’s a murderess
This mattered not to him now
Private eye smitten”
Written 4-29-2019
Contest: Pick a title, volume 4 – Haibun
Prompt #2: The private eye and the femme fatale
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
11/23/2023
Souls of the unborn, caressed by the meadows’ gentle winds.
Seeking their mothers arms, for they were her angelic, blessed
Blossoming,beautiful twins!
Mother is vaping Fentanyl in a bar, looking for a new, hot lover?
A murderess, in expensive tight jeans, sweater…hiding her
deadly deed, under cover.
Not alone, she, her sisters, tired, at the morning‘s Pro-Choice rally.
Were cheering on death of souls to be, laughing, ever-so heartily in.
rat-filled alleys,
Remember this…?” Father, forgive them, for they know what they do!”
Both men and their lovers might regret this …years down the road!!
Form:
I'm angry and I'm in a great deal of distress.
I have learned that my wife is a murderess.
We've had four babies, two sons and two daughters.
By the time she was through, all four were slaughtered.
I didn't know she was killing them, I thought they died of SIDS.
I am both shocked and horrified because of what my wife did.
I knew that it was murder when we lost baby number four.
I couldn't stay with that woman so I walked out the door.
It was so hard for me to accept the truth.
I would go to the cops but I have no proof.
What really angers me is that she shows no remorse.
I'm free of her, I'm in the process of getting a divorce.
She needs to get help but sadly, she will not.
If she remarries and kills another baby, I hope that she gets caught.
(This is a fictional poem.)
It is the third of June at San Quentin in 1955.
A death row inmate will soon no longer be alive.
She has been dubbed “Bloody Babs” by the local press.
Barbara Graham is a convicted murderess.
For killing widow Mabel Monohan, she will pay.
Barbara is sentenced to die in the gas chamber today.
Barbara’s young life experienced many a convolution.
She had been in and out of jails for petty crimes and prostitution.
Never experiencing a proper upbringing in a peaceable home;
between California and Nevada, Barbara would aimlessly roam.
With two other men, into Mrs. Monohan’s house she would go.
Reportedly, the victim’s skull was cracked as she was smothered with a pillow.
Graham was executed after a second stay.
“Good people are always so sure they’re right” was the last thing she would say.
Inspired by the 1958 film “I Want to Live”
I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for information I obtained to write this poem.
The town folk were in shock Page 5
As they saw blood run like water
As the mob set out to kill
All their sons, wife's and daughters
The men of the town
Drew their guns and started shooting
All the murderess men
And the others that were looting
Like shooting fish in a barrel
The mob became depleted
But there were so many
They could not be defeated
By the end of the day
Not one soul was left standing
As the buzzard circled round
And the Sun remained demanding
As their blood ran like a river
Down the streets onto the plains
Then, and only then
Did the sky, begin to rain
The End almost !