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Momma tucked us in tonight
and wrapped the blanket close
to our chins.
"Stay warm, lovelies,
My babies, my onlies."
She sang us a lullaby.
There in her pretty honey voice
Arose goblins, whose faces scrunched
like lemons
And leprechauns scratching their
bitty green hats
as they searched for their pots of gold.
Momma sang about dragons
who breathed fire as red as her hair.
The dragons musta been real, 'cause
I thoguth I heard running
feet
Up above us.
I made sure to tell Momma
that it was past their bedtime.
Then she kissed us,
my little brother and I,
on our foreheads-
Peck, peck.
And we said our prayer
as Momma closed her eyes and laid on our
feet.
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray thee lord, my soul to keep.
And if I die before I wake
I pray thee lord, my soul
to take.
Amen.
and wrapped the blanket close
to our chins.
"Stay warm, lovelies,
My babies, my onlies."
She sang us a lullaby.
There in her pretty honey voice
Arose goblins, whose faces scrunched
like lemons
And leprechauns scratching their
bitty green hats
as they searched for their pots of gold.
Momma sang about dragons
who breathed fire as red as her hair.
The dragons musta been real, 'cause
I thoguth I heard running
feet
Up above us.
I made sure to tell Momma
that it was past their bedtime.
Then she kissed us,
my little brother and I,
on our foreheads-
Peck, peck.
And we said our prayer
as Momma closed her eyes and laid on our
feet.
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray thee lord, my soul to keep.
And if I die before I wake
I pray thee lord, my soul
to take.
Amen.
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Titanic
There are two things I
Will never forget from that night:
The horrible screams of people
Running from their plight and
The tears running freely
Down my face.
They told us nothing was wrong,
Although their eyes were wide with fear.
“Listen to me!” my father said,
“Everything will be alright, Dear.”
But the tears were running freely
Down my face.
“The ship’s unsinkable!
This must be some mistake!”
My mother’s face was grim
And her hands began to shake.
And the tears ran freely
Down her face.
I stepped into the lifeboat
Not wanting to believe.
I cried out to my father.
He wasn
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Titanic Heart
My heart sank
like the Titanic
into the cold
never to see
the world above again.
Plunging nose down
toward the dark unknown
of which only
grains of sand
know the tall tales
that the waves whisper
to them in the deep.
With a split
straight down the side
and a tare
right down the middle
it is venerable
to the thousand piercing knives
that the stiff water
embellishes them with.
All becomes frigid as
metal in the wintertime
when raw hands grasp it.
Silently the swells
roll in and suck you down
with the tip
going out of view
and the ocean's stomach is full
with its midnight snack.
The boat sinks into death
as my heart
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Spirit of the Titanic: Journey's End
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EDIT:
I am really hoping that I am on my way to publishing this series soon. I've started putting them in a book format, whilst also editing every one to see if there are still changes I can make. I've also added paragraph synopses as background for each poem.
Synopsis:
In James Cameron's Titanic, one of the most haunting scenes is, surprisingly, of a mother putting her children to bed. They are Third Class passengers, and the ship has already begun her descent. Even though they are a woman and her children, the hopes of them reaching a lifeboat have long ago been dashed. The mother tells teh children that all is well and tucks them into bed, knowingly succumbing to death. The strength of the mother, in contrast with the children's apparent innocence and naivety, captures the hearts of viewers still today.
I am really hoping that I am on my way to publishing this series soon. I've started putting them in a book format, whilst also editing every one to see if there are still changes I can make. I've also added paragraph synopses as background for each poem.
Synopsis:
In James Cameron's Titanic, one of the most haunting scenes is, surprisingly, of a mother putting her children to bed. They are Third Class passengers, and the ship has already begun her descent. Even though they are a woman and her children, the hopes of them reaching a lifeboat have long ago been dashed. The mother tells teh children that all is well and tucks them into bed, knowingly succumbing to death. The strength of the mother, in contrast with the children's apparent innocence and naivety, captures the hearts of viewers still today.
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