VERSES FROM OUR POET

VERSES FROM OUR POETS

TITANIC

The setting for this poem is in the sea, clinging to wreckage, after the ship has sunk and the couple are shivering with cold. The lady’s words are in red and the man’s in blue.

Cclaimed by the ocean, is that tto be our fate?

I ccan’t say, wwe must hang on and wwait,

Oh, Babe, instead of staying on

You know you ccould have ggone

In a boat and ssafely away

But you chose tto stay

Please ttell me why,

‘Though ffearing you mmay die,

You languish here with mme,

Shiv’ring in ththe sea?

I’d bbe safer, it’s ttrue,

‘Though bereft without yyou

Iccould ne’er leave you behind,

That would bbe so unkind,

Anyway, I love you, I nneed you, I would surely mmiss you.

Oh, mmy angel, I’m going tto kkiss you

Come closer, ccome here

‘Though I can’t kkeep you warm, I ffear,

Babe, yyour lips are sso bblue

Well, yyours are ttoo

You’ve ggot a red nnose

I ccan’t ffeel my ttoes

Oh, Babe, neither ccan I,

Mmy love, are we going to die?

No, no,I’m ssure help will ccome!

I’m so ttired, my feet are nnumb,

You cannot sleep, you’ll succumb tto the sea

Please, kkeep awake and sstay with me!

Okay…hey, wwhat’s o’over there?

I’ve lost my gglasses, where?

It’s a sship and she’s heading this wway,

I ggot a glimpse of her nname,

What ddid it say?

Carpathia, wonderful ssight, isn’t sshe?

Yeah, ‘cause she’s here tto ssave you and mme,

I love you, I really do

Diotto, I love you ttoo.

When they reach us I’ll ask for a ddrink, no ice?

Ha, very ffunny, I’d like a coffee, but wwater would suffice,

Ah, but a single mmalt would bbe nice!

A Misty Day

No more will I wonder on a misty day, upon the moors of musberry heights and mountains far away.

No more will I wonder upon a misty day, onto that lonely winding path that leads so far away, To the path that leads to solitude and the silence of the past. I look back now with fondness to the chimney standing fast.

It’s sad to see the ruins of a time not long ago to the workmen who are silent and whose spirits long to go, To go back to a place and time not distant in the past.

There clogs have fallen silent now, and there tools all packed away. No longer will they work so hard upon a misty day. The rocks lie still and lifeless upon the ground so cold, no longer will it pave the towns and make them look like gold.

I look back now with tearful eyes and remember, with a still and lonely heart, of the times we had together and the time we’ll spend apart,

And as the mist starts falling and my eyes begin to dim. I see the ghost of all my past, and the places I have been, from the hills around my dear old town to the mountains far away, I will never see their like again upon a misty day.

Roy