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Love story
This isn't a fairly tail !
Love story are no joke
This is not a sleeping beauty kind of story
Nor beauty and the beast
Love tales are not as sweet as they seem
But ours ended like a savage tweet,
As funny as a trending meme, on facebook
Love isnt as beautiful as it seems,
Love stories are not child's play .
Our thoughts stained with distrust and jealousy,
False professions birthing obscurity. Look deep down in our heart and you will realise that
every promise we made to each other were truthful lies,given birth at the orta
Every vow turned into Questions 8out to be compromised.
Like a love song that has lost meaning
The quarters of our hearts painted in black stains ,
Giving room for fear and panic,
Our love sinking slowly like the Titanic,
Time flew but our love couldn't stand the cold direction of life's life cycle ??
Eyes were bathed in salty water
Our hope is buried in weak tower
We hide ourselves in the serpents cave
Running away from mamba clothed in worm's garment.
We
Writen by owen thepoet
Kvg
I really get into it
We fit into some great mystic puzzle. Live our lives like wooden chessmen. We move here and there and some disappear. The journey fills us with experience. Truly the food of Gods! We watch as the mirror changes and a new you steps forth. Then to realize there is more of that cross to bear. Words from my fathers mouth return saying, " use your head!" There are invisible chains that we carry around, for no one can be born here and not be beholden! Some don't believe and the weight is titanic. When the sun is shining and smiles are pasted on, the wondering eyes of people search for a master, that can somehow make something out of them. The day comes, when all will be made known, then will peoples mouths drop and stomachs full of butterflies! No, there is no escape, "no one gets out of here alive", and coming is the big reveal...how the sunset came to be!
date:1/21/2020
date:1/21/2020
I rage at formal poetry with
its Titanic grip on structure
iambic pentameter
syllable counts
measured cadence of rhythm like a song
trademark pauses
I'm on the wrong side of rhymed verse, its ostrich-like curse
Landscape of rules
iron ring of form
hoops to jump through
haystack of needles
I want to slam the door
break the rules
upend expectations
that tie my hands
that bend my pen
that crease my brow
Cavalier wishing
to write free verse
that makes heat possible
in words, unconventional
that litter the page
Wanted:
A wanton muse with a pulse that fertilizes the soil
of a writer's parched self
scriblings of rank sentiment
Poem composed: June 7, 2021
Have you ever been in a musical show?
I have done some, so this is how I know.
They first hooked me when I was in high school,
but stage fright made me feel the fool.
So, I began on the backstage crew,
Oh the things we had to do.
Painting sets and handling props,
sometimes I wished I was a farmer harvesting crops.
Dressing all in black the day of the show
moving sets in the dark so no one would know.
We did some things that only a crew can do
I'll try to list a few here for you.
For example, during the "King and I",
There is a tearful scene with a Buddha to cry.
Since our Buddha was a person who spoke to Tuptim,
We did all in our power to get a laugh out of him.
Two of us moved his pedestal onstage,
his scene was to be all the rage.
We had to hide below his pedestal for his soliloquy,
So we tried to crack him up for all to see.
I worked behind the scenes again, for "My Fair Lady",
Some of the things we did there were also shady.
Professor Higgins takes a big drink in one scene
so we decided to pull one of our pranks on him.
The bottle he poured from was usually filled with ginger ale,
when we switched it to the real stuff he turned pale.
He could barely speak the next few lines
and was off key in his song the next time.
The classic we pulled was in "The Unsinkable Molly Brown",
our prank was the talk of the town.
If you don't know the story let me enlighten you
because then you may get a laugh or two.
Molly is aboard the Titanic's first trip
and the scene has to deal with the sinking of the ship.
We had a lifeboat with people on stage with waves across the floor,
she gets their attention by firing several shots in the air.
During the final dress rehearsal before show night
we knew this scene would be just right.
The Titanic sinking in the background, the waves, the lifeboat,
Molly pulls her pistol, raises it to the sky, and began to shoot.
The auditorium goes silent as the people raise their eyes to her to engage,
When a rubber duck came flying from the wings and landed on stage.
You never saw a director as mad as that
if she had a gun she would have blown off your hat.
"Who did that? Who did that?" was all she could say,
as the stage crew just laughed as we went on our way.
I finally got the nerve to perform in some shows later on,
But for now...this is just an introduction.
In April of nineteen twelve, a ship set sail so grand,
A tale of wealth and power, a journey well-planned.
Warnings were ignored, the ship sped through the night,
Men on duty sleeping, Californian unaware of Titanic's plight.
Steel and iron rivets, a mix of strength and flaw,
A lie repeated often enough will often escape the law
A plan, some say, to silence the wealthy few,
Who opposed the central bank, a theory that grew.
The Titan's tale foretold, in fiction's eerie rhyme,
A ship destined, too grand, lost in a moment of time.
Could poems and prophecies have seen the fate so grim?
Or was it human error, a tale of pride and sin?
The wealthy men aboard, with power in their hands,
Opposed the Federal Reserve, in its in utero lands.
Illuminati whispers, secrets in the night,
A game of power, hidden in plain sight.
The Samson seen the rockets, but rum toddies dense the sense
And the cargo bay was full of seals and will illegally be fenced
Some men etched, unsinkable, defied the hand of God,
But met its fate in icy waters, a tale forever odd.
It's 41 degrees north and 49 degrees west
This is where Titanic is laid to rest
A century has passed, the theories still remain,
A story of the Titanic, in history's refrain.
his pleasure, under twenty-five.
lives like a king…his haram screaming
are they fortunate to be young enough
to find another find…will another man
take Decaprio’s hand-me-downs?
some women are okay with being eye candy,
led to be lucky to hang off his arm.
ladies, don’t think of his big Titanic
but of the eating-Gilbert-grape brother.
gross to join with the devil. demonic activity
surely there. one who spurns the word of God
to bare their bodies everywhere.
God loves their bodies more than they do.
Adam and Eve could only find fig leaves,
tried their hands at sewing, but God
covered them with His only Son’s life.
don’t be jealous of Decaprio - hell’s
staring him in the face - does he look hot
to you? he forgot who gave him life.
his star will fall to the greatest depths
unless he repents and makes reparations.
9/2/2022
The night was perfect
on this unsinkable boat
as the man in the crow’s nest
kept watch.
He fumbled to find
his binoculars,
but they were gone.
“It’s okay,” he said,
vowing he’d do
the best that he could.
The vessel sailed,
The Atlantic
dark as the sky;
the waning crescent moon
had already set.
The surface of the water
was as smooth as a mirror,
and as he blinked his eyes
he envisioned couples dancing
in opulence below deck.
Some mate had told him,
they’d make the crossing
in record time.
He thought of his wife and children
waiting back home,
thinking once he’d make shore
he’d wire them to say
it was a glorious journey, indeed.
Until something loomed ahead
like a ghost.
He squinted and squinted
to see what it could be.
He thought that it could be
something or nothing;
the mate had told him
the waters were clear,
but when he notified
the captain,
it was too late.
He and 1500 others died
that April night,
but some lived
to tell the tale.
Three nights later
the stars shone on his grave
on the shores of Newfoundland.
the band leader motioned for the men to keep playing
They were not getting off alive, but they could go down with music
confusion and yelling was heard from all sides of the deck
cowardly men were dressing like women, hoping for a life boat seat
the kitchen was breaking apart now
you could hear loud cracking and groaning
sturdy white cups for third class were falling out of cupboards
also the pretty cornflower plates for the regular passengers
in short order, the gold leaf fine china would be hitting the water
the band leader and his brave men kept playing
they could hear sobbing and screaming then another loud crack
the iceberg had torn into the middle of the Titanic
She flew up into the air, and then hurled herself down
plunging into the icy waters with an unnatural rapid force
Eight hundred died that day, and seven hundred lived
The bandleader and his men walked into heaven together.
It all started in the ocean,
Where the horizon kissed the tide,
And love poured like a sacred potion
I dove in, because you were the reason.
I was in the water, drowning willingly,
For your breath became my oxygen.
I broke every rule carved in stone,
Just to anchor myself beside you, alone.
The care we shared was more than anything
Deeper than the trench, wider than the sea.
Oh, love in the ocean, wild and untamed,
I completely forgot my own name.
The very first time I saw you, time unraveled.
My heart slipped its moorings and fell for you.
We were absolutely meant to be,
A perfect match the stars once drew.
Even in difficult moments, when the ship groaned and trembled,
We held on to each other, skin to trembling skin,
Finding ways to survive the storm within and without.
It was _ooh_, love the kind that drowns out doubt.
Every love that took place in that ship
Stolen glances in the grand stairwell,
Whispers beneath the chandeliers,
Fingertips tracing promises on fogged windows,
Two souls defying class, ice, and years
I could draw my love on paper,
Ink that bleeds into forever,
Showing a love that will never end, never sever.
In the ocean, playing like never before,
Chasing each other through salt and starlight,
Making love in the ocean, sacred and raw,
Where the waves kept our secrets that night.
We met in the ocean, and the ocean remembers.
Nothing will come our way we cannot weather.
We will remove every cobweb draped by fear,
Tear down every wall that dares to block us here.
So let it echo, let it sound the same at the end:
It all started in the ocean,
Where I broke the rules for you, my reason.
It all started in the ocean,
Where love became our only season.
You were the iceberg and I the Titanic
You were a sparkling gem on the water
Waiting to turn everything tragic
I flirted with you, awestruck by your charm
Little did I know my lust would do me harm
You were the iceberg and I the Titanic
You were the iceberg and I the Titanic
I was all confidence on my maiden voyage
But it soon all turned to sheer panic
You gouged a fatal wound in my heart
The pain flooded to every part
You were the iceberg and I the Titanic
You were the iceberg and I the Titanic
Unmoved, you watched my death throes
The tear in my side ghastly... horrific
You watched me sink down to the abyss
When you could’ve patched me with a kiss
You were the iceberg and I the Titanic.