I guess you think you know this story.
You don't. The real one's much more gory.
The phoney one, the one you know,
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You always read about it:
the plumber with the twelve children
who wins the Irish Sweepstakes.
From toilets to riches.
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If my name was Cinderella
You could be the prince
I could wear my sparkling prom dress
We could fall in love the moment our eyes meet
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Come to the theatre, discern the actions, there on the stage,
With actors giving you their all, your interest to engage,
The light, scenery and music, the atmosphere is great,
There's drama, and there's comedy, it's a chance to celebrate.
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Michael Jackson, the Thriller, Died
Life is unfair
To those who dare
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Cinderella in the street
In a ragged gown,
Sloven slippers on her feet,
Shames our tidy town;
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From dusk to dawn,
From town to town,
Without a single clue,
I seek the tender, slender foot
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Cinderella was a nice gal
Always did what she was told
Put others before herself
Cinderella had lots of hopes and dreams
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Take me back in time
Open my timeless capsule of
your soul
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Her imaginary playmate was a grown-up
In sea-coal satin. The flame-blue glances,
The wings gauzy as the membrane that the ashes
Draw over an old ember --as the mother
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Cinderella, why do you wish to be like anyone else?
Your fine by yourself.
People notice you because your different
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It’s Midnight my love
Its time for me to disappear
And leave behind my
Golden slipper
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Please, silk-sister, do this thing for me.
I do not want to sit on that broad-backed horse,
or smell his skin, grassy and hot as boiled husks,
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I will admit I was a tightwad, though that fact shames me now,
As never changing mountains, often colorful mists will allow!
I never meant to be unkind, but only endeavored to be practical,
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A lonely child with toil o’ertaxed,
Sits Cinderella by the fire;
Her limbs in weariness relaxed,
And in her eyes a sad desire.
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Miss Cinderella
O Miss Cinderella!
I reckoned my dreams would materialize true
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Saturday evening, the week's hired film, click-click, click-click
while we chewed fruit gums and shouted FOCUS!
from time to time when the reel changed;
and after The White Hell of Pitz Palu
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where are her little helpers
those nice little mice
why is she so alone in it all
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They didn't meet me, roamed,
On steps with lanterns bright.
I entered quiet home
In murky, pail moonlight.
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- * MAMA'S LEGACY * -
When I was just a little girl
I lay in Mama's bed
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Once some children
Said to Grandmother,
"Please tell us a story
We are in wait no bother."
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The ugly sister, Alice,
glared at the mirror with reflected malice;
gave a grin
and blew a bubble;
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Hmm, yum I come as a chum of cheese
fan of all edibles that're cheesy
but if you're of those who don't choose cheese
you might find this poem too cheesy.
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‘Cinderella’ (I’m using this pseudonym
to protect her identity, now she’s
ex-hot, ex-famous) , while sweeping, dusting,
fire-lighting, all that deprived childhood stuff -
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Cinderella had her prince,
Snow White was carried off into the sunset
by her true love.
Sleeping Beauty was awakened by a kiss from her
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Remember little jack sprat
Remember three little pigs
Remember all those fairy tales
That seemed so real to us a kids
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The lamp that stands beside the crib
Is not yet lighted to warm the gloom
Of the blueish, opaque light falling
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IN narrowest girdle, O reluctant Muse,
In closest frock and Cinderella shoes,
Bound to the foot-lights for thy brief display,
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Who have been educated out of naive responses,
The hoodoo of love, the cinderella of class
Knowing that everywhere man has the same clock face,
the same moody defences
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I. THE LION
The Lion is a kingly beast.
He likes a Hindu for a feast.
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Full moon’s beaming
What is baby dreaming?
Of sweet little sonnets,
Blue baby bonnets,
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The sound of the traffic is quite soothing to hear.
It comes through our windows and into each ear.
There's no hint of a smirk, &, better, not one sneer.
[I won't go so far as to say "road noise" brings cheer.]
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I was an avid, lifelong book lover, and I could read forever and a day,
Like the pleasing, scented lilacs, always and forever blooming in May.
Though my house was very disorganized, I would read where I could,
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He came from Kerala,
A state of king and Cinderella.
A place of bound,
Where more coconut are found.
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My biggest fear since I was small has
ever been fear of boring nothingness
I commiserated with the animals for
their confinement to the here and now
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Where does Cinderella sleep?
By far-off day-dream river.
A secret place her burning Prince
Decks, while his heart-strings quiver.
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Once, in the city of Kalamazoo,
The gods went walking, two and two,
With the friendly phoenix, the stars of Orion,
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Can a cat catch cold? Certain cats certainly can. Clumsy cats can. Can a cow chew their cud? Cows can certainly chew the cud. Can a cowardly crow caw? A cat can’t cow or cackle like a chicken or cock. Cowardly crows can caw but not cluck like a chicken can. A cheetah is a cunning cat and certainly can catch cold, a crow, cunning cats and certain canines. Call a cat and the cat comes. The cat circles, curls and canoodles. Cheetahs can’t canoodle.
As the cock crowed, a cunning cat climbed into a cave, crawled, circled and calmly curled in a close-knit clump.
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Beauty on my hearth-stone blazing!
To-night the triple Zoroaster
Shall my prophet be and master;
To-night will I pure Magian be
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I drink the gall of skies in autumn, tuberoses'
Sweet bitterness in your betrayals burning stream;
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I wish I could be you're Cinderella
I wish I could meet you at a ball and
You find my glass slipper and bring it back
Then sweep me off my feet
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I am below an umbrella,
I am chasing my Cinderella,
Visibility tends to zero,
I am a teen-aged hero,
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From dawn till dusk,
from land to land,
without too much ado,
I'd seek the perfect ankle,
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Standing on tiptoe, head back, eyes and arm
Upraised, Kate groped to reach the higher shelf.
Her sleeve slid up like darkness in alarm
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Is Cinderella leading a happy life with her dearest prince still,
hand in hand, heading towards the same destination?
She knows how to eat with a fork made of gold?
She finds the silver cup to heavy to hold?
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I spend my days like Cinderella
I want a prince of America
I love to dance like Cinderella
I want to live in America
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When Mardi Gras wooed Pantomime
they danced through all the streets,
the gods, whose Credo was the time
sent fireworks as treats.
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Like Some Old fashioned Miracle
When Summertime is done—
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Its a horror story in disguise
Its inside his eyes
My fairy tale
My fantasy
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Slang..
Chick-fil-a = the best place ever
jade = bEotch
brooke = gorgeous
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MY tale which I have brought is of a time
Ere that fair Southern land was stained with crime,
Brought thitherward in reeking ships and cast
Like blight upon the coast, or like a blast
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I promise baby, I'll love you
And with you forever I'll stay
I'll do anything and everything
To keep any harm to you away
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The clock strikes midnight
and the magic ends:
the fairy tale is over
and the truth offends.
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I missed out on having a childhood
went from a little girl to womanhood.
I think the way my parents raised their children
was only the best of what they're parents could.
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The morning sun warmed the dew
from the opening rosebud;
a bee visited the fragrant heart of the rose;
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You are my Mickey to my Minnie,
My Donald to my Daisy.
Baby, I love you,
You don't know how you amaze me.
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Music plays, i take your hand.
I have waited so long to have this dance.
Chopin, Mozart, Bach would understand,
the beauty of a note from a single strand.
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The clock has just struck one.
Have you seen Cinderella tonight?
Was she ever real?
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Champagne party popping corks
People meeting having talks
Moonlight shining having walks
On her dance card names she chalks
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C for cosmos
C for Christ
C for cerebellum
C for coffin
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Running towards her pumpkin
At the stroke of midnight
Her lost slipper upon the stair
In the silver majestic moonlight
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YOU TURN ME ON
THOUGH I DON'T KNOW IF I BELONG
I'M WISHING YOU WERE MINE
BUT IT SEEMS YOUR BLIND
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Do you remember the Ball, Cinderella, do you recall the Ball?
And the prancing, glancing, dancing
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What if Cinderella wasn’t a princess
But the advertiser of a new flavored jellybean
What if Snow White wasn’t pretty
But the ugliest hag ever seen
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Snow White was not a happy girl all the time
Living with those seven dwarfs who worked in a mine.
She had to wash all the dirty clothes they wore
And couldn’t sleep nights when she heard them snore.
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Cinderella well knows
How stories do go
Love is terribly slow
Your prince a no show
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Cinderella the girl
The village grown
Neither fairy nor devilish
Only a village girl
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Cinderella wasn't the only one
Who danced the whole night through
I may not be a princess,
But to me, my prince is you.
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Not another sad poem, I’m sick of writing sad poems
Poems of heartbreak and deceit
Poems in which I’m emotionally set on fire
And my under garments are drenched in gasoline
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Young and starry eyed,
Marriage can take you,
Completely by surprise.
Visions of a fine romance,
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Little sister wears her anxiety tiara
And walks the gangplank of glamour
Famished as a hostage Cinderella
A prisoner to fawning crowds
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Daisies and dollhouses,
plucked petals and prose,
Barbie and Ken,
lovers or foes?
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My outstretched arms surpass the point
Of normal, taxing every joint
By reaching, gasping, pulling in
The cloistered thoughts that lie within.
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Author Lewis Carroll might have a freaking stroke, if....
he knew I sullied HIS title to make a PoemHunter joke.
Yet MY Alice was not from Carroll's amazing 'Wonderland'.
She WAS an 'immoral singer' in a famous 70s Rock & Roll band.
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[Song Lyric]
Once I thought it would be fun to have my pick of men.
Now all I can truly say is that I'm sick of men.
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I told the world about my past,
that I hailed from the old and dusty,
and after many steps, at last
I could discard my filthy, musty
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As darkness settles in I can feel
and see the horizon gently fading
into a valley where tomorrow's
heartaches will anchor
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Pretty as a flower. Wild as a rose. Free as
a raven, off into the skies she goes. Dancing
until midnight. Till her eyes tire and close.
Then off into wonderful dreams, she does dose.
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i have this disease, it
makes you think there
is happiness and that
there is no wrong done i the
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My muse often confuses me,
My thought tries to amuse me,
My light head stood erect,
In a vertical position correct,
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My name's not Cinderella,
I don't need to be saved.
I don't have a wicked step mom,
My father's not away.
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I CAN NOT give you happiness :
For wishes long have ceased to bring
The Fortune which to page and king
They brought in those good centuries,
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Althia, wilt thou close the door Althia, it’s bloody cold in these cramped quarters.
Stop pouting my dear, your Joshua will show up as soon as he runs low on coin.
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The party is over,
the last dance is playing,
and soon you’ll be going home,
and once again hanging up,
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Mariah Carey born on March 27th 1969
In Huntington New York in the USA
Attending Harborfields High School
Mariah Carey never the fool
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There's a big bad wolf knocking at
the door, but little red ridding hood
doesn't live here anymore, no, no.
And, I ain't no cinderella, no, snow
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Have dreams that promise fulfillment
have words that promise appreciation
have imaginations that turn into poetry
have inspirations that turn into happiness;
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{Our Children have the Right to Dream}
I dream of a new black suit
With a long tail and a leather boot
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(limerick)Ah Yes I Remember It Well
When I was just a little nipper
HeeHaw fed a ghastly ripper...
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It was dusk of a moonless night,
No moon is below the blue umbrella,
Stars are there and still it's bright,
I am walking with lovely sweet Cinderella.
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Honesty is the supreme colossus
Divine, deferent like lotus
Struggling out of murky virus
Carrying a load of strength stupendous
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Four Flowers...: The Sun arose in Morning Glory, with His Goldenrod wanding Violet to Rose
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The bees' favorite couplet.. sunup brimming buttercuplet
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I need something else to do
Than sitting here with Ella, singing the blues
I want something more to say
Than how I wish to fly, fly away
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When I baked sweetest apple pie...
I can't telling to you little lie...
For kitchen-working was tiresome...
Now I hasten for word-play online...
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Once there was a gal named Priscilla,
'Pon wedding, she was called Cinderella.
But she was heard in a room
Just a fussing at her groom,
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From the one you have chosen among so many,
despite the strong bond of friendship bestowed,
the profound token of loyalty, you said goodbye...
hopefully temporary...
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She's Versed in nimble Kittens, and a predator in pumps
but she stutters in stilettos, when men's eyes are drunk
Tender limbs atrophy, when pain crawls up her spine
Achilles would have fallen, but she smiles and says she's fine
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