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Demise of the Titan - a Word Bank

 

The leader of his pack was he.

Unquestioned master of his domain.

No quarrel did this titan shirk,

Success his in every campaign.

 

A fiery glare would melt any foe.

Dogmatic views to bury their will.

Now pliable, their thoughts yield to his.

With fear are the lackeys stricken.

 

Yet who could know this harsh façade

Had crumbled before a softer one?

A moon-faced waif of hour glass shape

Had cracked this titan’s bastion.

 

Fate gives no reason for its strange path

Sometimes its lack of logic is ignored.

Too much to do on this Friday night,

Still an outing his toady had implored.

 

He had no use for the carnival,

Twas a massive waste of his time.

The funhouse was a palace of fools

And attractions were all clad in grime.

 

But for reasons unknown

He caved into to his lieutenant’s plea.

Disgust not masked, he strode the gate

To destiny’s rendezvous he could not foresee.

 

The faded paint proclaimed a shabby dance hall,

“The Sand Dollar” its misplaced name.

The music struck a familiar cord which

Sparked in him a long-dead flame.

 

At first he didn’t notice her with raven hair piled high

Her fuchsia dress and dangling jewels in motion.

When through the smoky night a thunderbolt struck,

He succumbed as if under a potion.

 

Instincts warned him to make his escape,

To depart this dangerous place.

But he was transfixed and unable to flee,

And he yearned for her passion’s embrace.

 

All the night he gave chase – “Don’t you know who I am?”

But his plea this to this vixen did not impress.

As she danced with him, her flirtations enflamed

His desire, a passion she would not let him express.

 

As night waned to day, his anxiety grew.

From her spell he could not take flight.

In desperation he plead for a gift

A reminder to always keep in his sight.

 

In amused resignation, she slips from her foot

A battered shoe scuffed from the night’s dancing.

Like a castaway man grasping for food,

He grabs it, a wild man now grabbing.

 

Now by titan’s side a relic is forever present.

A lady’s slipper, faded, battered and worn

Makes what seems to be an odd holy grail

From it, both failure and victory are born.

Author's Notes:
Thanks to Linda Jo for a challenging (at least for me) word bank.  The words she provided were:
 

chord

dogmatic

depart

fiery

moon-faced

sand dollar

quarrel

escape

carnival

stricken

fun house

hour glass

lady's slipper

masked

pliable

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Comments:
Comment By: FreeThe Bag Lady on July 29, 2010 05:22:29 PM Report
Wow~!!!  What a labor of Love, dear Andrew~!  You stepped up to the plate and hit a grand slam, my friend...What with these words...wow~!!  Linda Jo has a way of really, really challenging you, I know she challenged me...I loved the storyline, and could visualize the dance hall and the girl in the fuschia dress...Also, the reader could read the need for a souvenier from the lady~!! Awesome work, you poet you~!!

Aunt Mags....

Comment By: FreeLeila on May 30, 2010 12:13:01 AM Report
What difficult and useful words you have used in your poem. I have learend a lot. Thank you!
Comment By: FreeHannah Mae on March 29, 2010 09:48:18 AM Report
An updated version of both Cinderella, and perhaps how Othello should have ended? Excellent use of your word bank, sir!

 

~Mariquita

Comment By: FreePamela A. Lamppa on March 18, 2010 07:57:04 PM Report
Wow.  You have done well with this word bank.  I love a good word bank. *smile*  Loved it.
Demise of the Titan hey ...


thinks ...


smiles.


and wonders...
Comment By: FreeJennifer on March 15, 2010 10:49:44 PM Report
woah! WHat a tale you tell! I looked up a few words. I looked up Lackeys and read the definition out loud (mind you my hubby is watching  t v so close to me right now) and i read the def out loud and I said out loud 'Your a lackey" and I didn't mean him I was honestly just creating a sentence in my own  (simple minded) words and my hubbys mouth dropped...... WE laughed out loud for a minute then By the time I finished reading this I was in love with it. It has a satisfying ending. and is very interesting though out. Good job on the word bank. Great stroy telling!
Comment By: FreeBarbara Demasson on March 9, 2010 01:51:30 PM Report
What a piece! Wow...I'd be hard pressed to craft such a great piece out of these words. You are actually an experienced writer....correct? You just say you've only just begun....when really you can knock it out of the park. Great poem...whew...however did you do it!!

 

~Barbara~ *giving A a high five*

Comment By: FreeMoonStar on February 26, 2010 08:00:10 PM Report
Great job SAM the MAN! Now you worked this like a fine tooth comb! It was perfect the way you made it so different and yet it carried itself off without a hitch.. You de bomb man, de bomb!

 

 

Moonie xx

Comment By: FreeLinda Jo on February 25, 2010 06:12:44 PM Report
that is quite a story you have fashioned out of the word bank...it has an olde world feel but I couldnt help but picture The Sand Dollar as a disco club...what a combination...guess your poem feeds our imagination...and that's a good thing.  I thought you tied it together well at the end...loved the last line...
Comment By: FreeJo on February 25, 2010 02:28:08 PM Report
This kind of reminds me of an off kilter Cinderella story.  From the man's point of view and Cinderella as a vixen, but still her story.  I thought it was good and different, which always works for me.   
Comment By: FreeAminath Agleema on February 25, 2010 11:31:31 AM Report
Wonderful poem
Comment By: FreeLady Dragonwyck on February 25, 2010 11:26:37 AM Report
Andrew:  and the winner is --- I really enjoyed this write.  More more..........

 

Lady D

Comment By: FreeAngel Wings on February 25, 2010 11:09:26 AM Report

Great job..i like the way your work the words into the poem..


i really enjoyed the read..


Angel






 


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