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Titanic (The Unsinkable Ship) :
What people beleived in 1912.
Was a myth in the truth,placed on a shelf.
Was the unthinkable,unsinkable.
The fourty six gross tons of steal.
Would never kneel or break its bow.
The ship could never sink or rust.
Was rumor going round,we all could trust.
The crowd showed up to celebrate.
As the ship was Christened to show its fate.
But The White Star Line was cruising fine.
When it hit a berg,under a darkened sky.
There it lie,with many to cry.
At the bottom of the sea she'll die.
They said the Titanic could never sink.
Their opinion a myth,now she's on the brink.
With fourty six gross tons of steal.
The voyagers finished their final meal.
To the bottom of the ocean they went.
A many to cry,while she made her descent.
The Titanic was a ship in trouble.
But now a myth,and a pile of rubble.
At the bottom's where she made her grave.
A sigh of relief,for the lives they saved.
To the rescue,and on the double.
Titanic was a ship in trouble.
Her maiden voyage,now turn the page.
Thousands of people,in a fit of rage.
The news it read that we all should mourn.
The Titanic's passengers,their lives were torn.
A myth of truth placed in the news.
The unsinkable ship..Would never lose..
By-Kim Robin Edwards-USA
Titanic (The Unsinkable Ship):
To Be My Valentine
If you call all the time.
Place your love on the line.
I'll hear your voice in my ear.
You'll find it's perfectly clear.
To be my Valentine..
If you send me your heart.
It will give me a start.
Send your love if you dare.
You will find that it's fair.
To be my Valentine..
If you show me your love.
I will fly like a dove.
I will show no fear.
You will find it sincere.
To be my Valentine..
User Submitted Poetry By Kim Robin Edwards
Anaheim,California USA
Copyright 1985,2010..
ALL rights reserved..
Happy Valentine's Day
A Christmas Whistle
If I had a Christmas whistle.
I'd blow it in your face.
I'd make lots of noise.
Without no disgrace.
It's Christmas time darling.
And joy fills the air.
For Santa is calling.
His team of reindeer.
There's snow on the rooftop.
Firewood in the stove.
Warming up Santa.
From the bitter and cold.
On Dancer,on Prancer,on Vixson let's go.
For Santa is waiting.
To get on with the show.
So if I had a Christmas whistle.
I'd blow it in your face.
I'd make lots of noise.
Without no disgrace.
It's Christmas time darling.
And joy fills the air.
For Santa is calling.
His team of reindeer..
User-Submitted-Poetry by Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2002,2009..
ALL rights reserved..
by Kim Robin Edwards
BOY MEETS GIRL
boy meets girl,
boy falls in love,
boy loses girl,
discovers life's just fucked up,
boy gets over girl,
decides it's just bad luck,
boy meets new girl,
a more intoxicating love,
boy loses girl,
a whole new world of fucked up,
boy weeps for months,
feels he's going insane,
but boy meets girl,
seems to understand his pain,
boy trusts girl,
boy falls in love again,
boy loses girl,
boy decides he's had enough,
boy decides girls are just fucked up,
boy meets girl,
boy doesn't trust,
pushes girl away,
girl claims to be in love,
girl just wants to stay,
boy doesn't believe in love,
boy suggests girl give up,
girl still tries,
boy lies,
girl cries,
boy denies,
boy looses girl,
boys heart busts in two !!
boy had fallen in love,
boy just never knew,
boy calls girl,
girls heart won't trust,
girl decides it's just bad luck,
boy dies inside,
becomes completely numb,
boy decides existence is dumb,
boy returns to girl where this all begun,
this time boy meets girl,
girl meets gun,
then gun meets boy,
and the story's done...
RMS Queen Mary
RMS Queen Mary
The RMS Queen Mary.
Was a ship,and not a ferry.
Out at sea,from dawn till dusk.
The White Star Liner.
Would never rust.
It would sail by day,
and then by night.
With eighty one tons and power.
You could sail the ocean blue.
Every minute of the day,
or every minute of the hour.
Named after Mary of Teck.
The wife of a King.
Legend has it..
She was a clean machine.
Three large turrets.
The size of a mountain.
Steam rolled out.
Like a smoke stack poutin'.
Finally,the Queen.
She had to retire.
Long Beach it was..
California for hire!
Poem-Written by Kim Robin Edwards
Anahem,California USA..
Copyright 2009..
All rights reserved..
Prisoner
I've got a huge piece of selotape wrapped over my smile
my hands are tied in steel handcuffs. Finished off with rope.
Sitting in a chair in a warehouse, won't you run a mile, to see me.
You're talking in my ears and move elegantly towards my chest. You were.
A doctor, a no body but you knew what you were doing.
You released the sea.
It's crashing and flooding and people are running and screaming. You soaked us through.
What is it? what do you want us to do.
We are only men and woman standing infront of you.
Naked.
The master of puppets and ringmaster if you will. Anything to boast your egotistic soul.
Like Glue.
I'm stuck you don't have me running miles to see you. Once planned I'd scan the seven wonders of the world.
Bilistic.
Strange to think about it after so long. Pages i'd write if I only had the hands to write.
I took the padlock and threw it over the edge when you spoke of such coldness. A snowman in my presence.
Turning your back and circling the chair. I stare into your eyes I see no life yet, no cares.
If only I dared. I'd delcare a intevention. We'll make books and travel the seven seas.
No longer. You decide to conclude. To follow on to delude. Made me feel like I intrude.
And to live forever in sorrow. In your towers in the west.
With one final stare in my direction as this slumber finally ends. Piercing I break free.
Only to live as your prisoner for all time.
Remember, remember the 5th november. Wickid mistress I were named. once.
You can tie me up and let her weaken your velvet undercoat with tears. But it's the fear.
That will keep us together forever.
X marks the spot
Just some dumb thing I wrote..
You and me both know what were doing here,
There's something in the way I move my hips that I want you to see,
Turning your head to shake your dirty fingertips down my spine,
You know I like it, I fall to my knees enthralled with fear
As our feet lightly touch each stair this filthy pulse running through me soars,
Your confidence makes me need you and despise you simultaneously,
Somehow I know this isn't forever. The perfume sunk deeply into your neck tell me so,
I've never felt more euphoric and used at the same time..left me feeling like a whore,
Somehow I know this isn't forever, the lipstick smeared across your face
X marks the spot, a piece of your body I couldn't kiss, touch, grace.
I didn't care who saw, the beginning of something bad was arising,
The ugly, the crowds, they were all reeling the effects of my actions,
I couldn't help by stare as her skirt drops to her knees with my spit still on your hips,
Eyes were locked in place, the feeling of murder and temptation explodes, I'm crying.
I'm watching your feet dance back up those disgusting stairs,
The confidence once sexy, has turned a darker shade of dirt,
Nothing threatens my decisions that we weren't holding hands at the sunlight,
But I've never felt more euphoric and used at the same time, I'd feel you on me again if I dare
I wanted them to see now, every scream touch in the lare,
Circling around our performance like a circus, the ugly was multiplying,
The feeling of the lace fabric skim me as it was my skirt dusting the floor again,
It was your spit on my neck that was staining me, show me this erotic vanity is fair,
The confidence once sexy, has turned a darker shade of dirt
whilst your lying in just your shirt.
I've never felt true beauty until this night, clasping my skirt.
Ring In The New Years
User Submitted Poetry By:Kim Robin Edwards
www.edwardspoetry.com
Copyright 1999,2009.
Title/Ring In The New Years...
Ring in the New Years.
Ring out the old.
Keep all those dreams and wishes.
Keep heart and soul.
Never try to break a promise.
Never let me go.
Wear all those fancy dresses.
Call me on the phone.
And if you ever need me.
Just let me know.
Ring in the New Years.
Ring out the old.
Forget all those times of trouble.
So the story's told.
Never try to tell me bad lies.
Never make me cry.
Wear all those fancy outfits.
Call me on the phone.
And if you ever need me.
Just let me know.
Ring in the New Years.
Ring out the old.
Keep all those dreams and wishes.
Keep heart and soul...
Don't Let me Rest
I reveal thy secret to no other, for one other shall never feel the cold blood in my vains.
As long as this profound conviction decays me, I no longer draw my sword.
One simply rests.
The death on that solitude flower, in that lonely field left alone. cold and bereft.
This theft of delight at best. It's a test, do I tread ones steps forever long?
To feel. To speak. To dream. To death?
Shall I dance in joy to sun, stand at the edge of earth with the warm breeze on my breath
'Till death?
Rejoicing my true self is at best. Stay with me no longer a guest. Leave me at my best.
Don't let me rest. No more.
Wickid
Dumb thing I wrote, hit me back if you didn't fall asleep (I won't hold my breath)
How did I get here? You seemed nothing more then a guide
A pathway, somewhere, something I could depend on.
I could see the waters moving.
Keep smiling for me.
Bodies close, eyes closed I could cut the air with my feathered breath.
I could feel you. One drop of sweat on my hips, I felt impulsed.
We felt something in our veins.
The tables turned,
The air was thick, my hands round your neck but I was chocking.
My stare was repulsive.
Leaving with your breath staining my porcelain neck made you feel sick to your stomach,
Couldn't even look at me.
You stood there motionless, I lay there hungry.
You left my bedroom feeling weak.
Clothes matted and torn. Body still covered in my kiss left you feeling unclean. I laid in your space feeling vicious, I can't wait to make you want me and despise me at the same time again.
You said you'd never look into my eyes again, they were a different colour now.
Feel me, I needed to tear you from the inside. Scratch at your heart until it seeped open.
My despicable behaviour needed to feel you sweat. I long to feel wicked.
You wanted no trouble, no alarm bells you only called me for a good time.
I didn't even wait. My intentions where those of an animal. You looked at me the same then.
I could feel the water burn, the earth shake. You were reeling.
Wolfs at the door, I was tearing it down. Teeth grinding. You turned you back on me.
Dance my darling, don't put me aside.
Please don't leave me hungry.
I'm no longer in your sheets, my backs against the door.
Kicking and screaming. I need you to dance.
Now i'm standing here motionless I lay here beaten and bruised. Black and blue.
Your beautiful hands didn't even graze my cold back.
I did this to my self.
