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Cinderella, in an Alternate Universe

Cinderella got lost
somewhere in between
the countryside and palace
that she'd never seen.

Walking through mud,
face streaked with tears
still clearly so beautiful,
the slippers were clear.

But soon she got covered
in the worst kinds of things
and she didn't understand
what marriage would mean.

She had no conception
of being the queen,
so she met a young beggar
and settled, for him.

They lived in a hovel
right outside town;
she'd watch the processions
of royals going down.

She often wondered
how it might feel
to sit on a throne
(it gave her a thrill!) .

As she tended the fire
and sat in the cinders
she would dream of a life
with riches unending.

The end.

poem by Patti Masterman
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Cinderella

You always read about it:
the plumber with the twelve children
who wins the Irish Sweepstakes.
From toilets to riches.
That story.

Or the nursemaid,
some luscious sweet from Denmark
who captures the oldest son's heart.
from diapers to Dior.
That story.

Or a milkman who serves the wealthy,
eggs, cream, butter, yogurt, milk,
the white truck like an ambulance
who goes into real estate
and makes a pile.
From homogenized to martinis at lunch.

Or the charwoman
who is on the bus when it cracks up
and collects enough from the insurance.
From mops to Bonwit Teller.
That story.

Once
the wife of a rich man was on her deathbed
and she said to her daughter Cinderella:
Be devout. Be good. Then I will smile
down from heaven in the seam of a cloud.
The man took another wife who had
two daughters, pretty enough
but with hearts like blackjacks.
Cinderella was their maid.
She slept on the sooty hearth each night
and walked around looking like Al Jolson.
Her father brought presents home from town,
jewels and gowns for the other women
but the twig of a tree for Cinderella.
She planted that twig on her mother's grave
and it grew to a tree where a white dove sat.
Whenever she wished for anything the dove
would dropp it like an egg upon the ground.
The bird is important, my dears, so heed him.

Next came the ball, as you all know.
It was a marriage market.
The prince was looking for a wife.
All but Cinderella were preparing
and gussying up for the event.
Cinderella begged to go too.
Her stepmother threw a dish of lentils
into the cinders and said: Pick them
up in an hour and you shall go.
The white dove brought all his friends;
all the warm wings of the fatherland came,
and picked up the lentils in a jiffy.
No, Cinderella, said the stepmother,
you have no clothes and cannot dance.
That's the way with stepmothers.

Cinderella went to the tree at the grave
and cried forth like a gospel singer:
Mama! Mama! My turtledove,
send me to the prince's ball!
The bird dropped down a golden dress
and delicate little slippers.
Rather a large package for a simple bird.
So she went. Which is no surprise.
Her stepmother and sisters didn't
recognize her without her cinder face
and the prince took her hand on the spot
and danced with no other the whole day.

As nightfall came she thought she'd better
get home. The prince walked her home
and she disappeared into the pigeon house
and although the prince took an axe and broke
it open she was gone. Back to her cinders.
These events repeated themselves for three days.
However on the third day the prince
covered the palace steps with cobbler's wax
and Cinderella's gold shoe stuck upon it.
Now he would find whom the shoe fit
and find his strange dancing girl for keeps.
He went to their house and the two sisters
were delighted because they had lovely feet.
The eldest went into a room to try the slipper on
but her big toe got in the way so she simply
sliced it off and put on the slipper.
The prince rode away with her until the white dove
told him to look at the blood pouring forth.
That is the way with amputations.
They just don't heal up like a wish.
The other sister cut off her heel
but the blood told as blood will.
The prince was getting tired.
He began to feel like a shoe salesman.
But he gave it one last try.
This time Cinderella fit into the shoe
like a love letter into its envelope.

At the wedding ceremony
the two sisters came to curry favor
and the white dove pecked their eyes out.
Two hollow spots were left
like soup spoons.

Cinderella and the prince
lived, they say, happily ever after,
like two dolls in a museum case
never bothered by diapers or dust,
never arguing over the timing of an egg,
never telling the same story twice,
never getting a middle-aged spread,
their darling smiles pasted on for eternity.
Regular Bobbsey Twins.
That story.

poem by Anne Sexton
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I Washed My Face In The Morning Dew

The first strange town I was ever in the county was hangin' a man
And nobody cared if he lived or he died and I just didn't understand
So I washed my face in the morning dew bathed my soul in the sun
Washed my face in the morning dew and kept on moving along
The second strange town I was in they were laughing at a poor crippled man
Begging for nickels and dimes on the street and I just didn't understand
So I washed my face...
The third strange town that I was in was settled peaceful and nice
The rich got richer and the poor got poorer and to me it didn't seem right
So I washed my face...
Now someday times are bound to change it can't be very far
And each injustice that I have seen will come before the bar
Then I'll wash my face in the morning dew bathe my soul in the sun
Wash my face in the morning dew and my journey will be done

song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Life Is Just a Dream

Life is just a dream
We dream of beautiful
Things.

Like roses and crystal
Springs.

Life is just a dream
Filled with love and
Heartaches..

Life is just a dream
Of beautiful places
And things..

Life is just a dream
Like the beauty of the
Night,

With stars hanging
Like strings,
Twinkling in the night..

Life is just a dream
With love coming
Atcha like a magnet
To slip away like
As thief in the night.

Life is just a dream
Filled with laughter
And woes.

Life is just a dream
Filled With riches of the
World..
Too tears and regrats.

Life is just a dream
Filled happiness and
Sadness..

Life is just a dream
Like rain on a rainy
Day..

poem by Carolyn Sears
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Beautiful

I'm lookin for a way to feel you hold me
Feel your heartbeat just one more time
Reaching back, trying to touch the moment
Each precious moment that you were mine
How do you prepare when you love someone this way
To let them go a little more each day
The stars we put in place
The dreams we didn't waste
The sorrows we embraced
The world belonged to you and me
The oceans that we crossed
The innocense we lost
The hurting at the end
I'd go there again
Cuz it was beautiful
It was beautiful
Some days missing you is overwhelming
When it hits me
You're not coming back
And in my darkest hours I have wondered
Was it worth it, for the time we had
My thoughts begun to hear you
But one thing I know is true
I'll bless the day that I found you
The stars we put in place
The dreams we didn't waste
The sorrows we embraced
The world belonged to you and me
The oceans that we crossed
The innocence we lost
The hurting at the end
I'd go there again
Cuz it was beautiful
It was beautiful
The rules we stepped aside
The fear that we defied
The thrill of the ride
The fire in our hearts that burned
The oceans that we crossed
The innocence we lost
The hurting at the end
I'd go there again
Cuz it was beautiful
It was beautiful

song performed by by Amy Grant
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Elizabeth

I am not telling anything about the Queen,
Her name also Elizabeth but her Palace
Somewhere else, in front of an old Railway station.
She cannot sleep well because of the express trains
But some nights she dreams the Commonwealth it seems.
One night after a couple of drinks I searched some notes in my wallet
But they were disappeared secretly and I gave her some coins.
She said; 'Thank you Mr.Edinborough you know my mother's a seamstress to a bygone Queen and she gave this beautiful name.'
I didn't correct my name and I said; ' Yes, Mrs.Elizabeth I 'll convey the message when I go to the Palace for music lessons.'

*I dedicate this to the old senile woman who slept on the road that stuck in my memory and torments me all the time!

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Cinderella

Written by j. kimball and d. vidal, 1984
Found on perspective.
I was out last night having a ball
And comin home, I wasnt thinkin nothin at all
And there on the sidewalk what did I see
A little glass slipper starin back at me
Cinderella (cinderella)
Well Im not superstitious but Im smarter than I seem
And I knew it was love, if you know what I mean
When I saw that slipper it occurred to me
The shoe fit her and she fit me
Cinderella (cinderella)
Cinderella (cinderella)
When I find her it will be
A fairy tale for her and me
I will never let her go
Cinderella
Now the other girls hold no fascination for me
I just think of her wherever she may be
I will search my whole life through
cause no one else will ever do
Cinderella (cinderella)
Cinderella (cinderella)
When I find her it will be
A fairy tale for her and me
I will never let her go
She will give my heart a home
Until that day Ill be alone
With just a slipper and a dream
Cinderella (cinderella)
Cinderella (cinderella)
Oo (cinderella)
Cinderella (cinderella)

song performed by by America
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Abused Cinderella

Cinderella was a nice gal
Always did what she was told
Put others before herself
Cinderella had lots of hopes and dreams
One day in the town she heard of the ball
CInderella wanted to go
Really really bad
Her step mom gave her touble
Her sisters were ok
But she never went
Beucase no one cared
Poor cinderella cried
Dreams really don't come true
Fairytales are fake
Cinderella never found her prince
She never really went to any ball
She lost all her hopes and dreams in life
Cinderella never got a granted wish
Poor cinderella
True love never found her
When she was old
Cinderella died an old maid
When Cinderella went to heaven
She was treated like a real princess
Angels planed a ball for her
And made her a pretty white gown
Jesus danced with her
Then he took her by the hand
And led her to her handsome chosen prince
It was all worth the shattered hopes
And dreams in life
To have a fairytale ending in heaven

poem by Bella Ravenstar
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Cinderella's Shoes

The ugly sister, Alice,
glared at the mirror with reflected malice;
gave a grin
and blew a bubble;
stroked the stubble
on her chin
and simpered, in unbridled bliss,
'What a charmer I iss! '
adding, with a grimace,
'Who's the prettier, glass face? '

'Cinderella!
Cinderella. Cinderella. Cinderella.
Cinderella. Cinderella.'
The mirror twinkled a little wintry.
'Cinderella. Cinderella....'

The tiny fragments of splintery
glass were swept up by footman Fred.
'What a wolatile woman! ' Fred said.
'A weally, wolatile woman! '

An officer guarded the small glass slipper,
passport to a prince and palace.
(But not for Alice.)

She queezed and pressed and sqealed and swore
and gave a most almighty roar.

More fragments of splintering glass
were swept up by footman Fred.
'What a woracious woman! ' Fred said.
'A most woracious woman! '

Cinderella slipped easily into the other shoe,
was whisked off in a guilded carriage
to a brave new world where her goodness drew
her, to liveried servants and a royal marriage!

And Alice?
She stumbled her bloody way
to a fate far worse than death.
To a tiny cell with walls of mirrors.
Unbreakable, bullet proof, everlasting glass!

(From Blondin & Other Poems)

poem by Brian Taylor
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Cinderella Search

(derek dick, mark kelly, steve rothery, peter trewavas, ian mosley)
On the rebound, fumbling all the lines
The light at the end of the bottle - alcoholicalphabet
Through the looking glass
The proof in my own reflection
Five senses down and reeling on the cinderella search
On the rebound, fumbling all the lines
Decay on the vertical hold with a horizontal aim
Conversation needs translation
Three dimensions down dissolving on the cinderella search
Cinderella search
On the rebound, fumbling all the lines
Dreaming bartenders, bourbon and saxophone
Out of luck, out of charm, out the game of rejections in a cigarette city
Only courting the homing of direction on the cinderella search
Cinderella search
But the samaritan of the heartbroken, heartbroken
Swam through the nicotine seize, and we exchanged the kiss of life
Resurrection in a trance, the model, the grail, in a marquee of promises I touched the dream
I hold the dream, I have the dream
To end the cinderella search
Cinderella search, oh no more, no more!
Exposing bedside manners on a work extension
Awaiting development with paranoid polaroid eyes
Polaroid eyes
The footman memorised the number
But the prince still holds both the slippers
And would you leave a palace for a bedsit
And canterbury tales
Canterbury tales?
Maybe it was infatuation or the thrill of the chase
Maybe you were always beyond my reach and my heart was playing safe
But was that love in your eye I saw or the reflection of mine?
Give me time, wont you give me that time!
Welcome back to the circus
Welcome back to the circus
Welcome back to the circus
I always use the cue sheets but never the nets
Always the cue sheets but never the nets
Never the nets, never the nets, nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless, nevertheless
Welcome back to the circus!

song performed by by Marillion
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I rose up at the dawn of day

I rose up at the dawn of day
Get thee away get thee away
Prayst thou for Riches away away
This is the Throne of Mammon grey

Said I this sure is very odd
I took it to be the Throne of God
For every Thing besides I have
It is only for Riches that I can crave

I have Mental Joy and Mental Health
And Mental Friends and Mental wealtht
Ive a Wife I love and that loves me
Ive all But Riches Bodily

I am in Gods presence night and dayt
And he never turns his face away
The accuser of sins by my side does stand
And he holds my money bag in his hand

For my worldly things God makes him payt
And hed pay for more if to him I would pray
And so you may do the worst you can do
Be assurd Mr Devil I wont pray to you

Then If for Riches I must not Pray
God knows I little of Prayers need say
So as a Church is known by its Steeplet
If I pray it must be for other Peoplet

He says if I do not worship him for a God
I shall eat coarser food & go worse shod
So as I dont value such things as these
You must do Mr Devil just as God please

poem by William Blake from Songs and Ballads (1794)
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Story Teller

The story tellers
of different language
of different clothes
of different color
tells the same story
about the missing prince
in the palace.

People gathered around
and listen
to the story teller
who has the most beautiful face
and dressed like a princess.

One young man
dressed like a beggar
tells the same story
about the missing prince
in the palace
but no one came to listen.

Night comes
and the young man rides his horse
back to the palace
the young man...
is the missing prince.

poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Winter Wonderland

Sleigh bells ring, are you listening,
in the lane, snow is glistening
A beautiful sight,
We're happy tonight,
Walking in a winter wonderland.
Gone away is the bluebird,
In his place is a new bird
He sings a love song,
As we go along,
Walking in a winter wonderland.
In the meadow we can build a snowman
Then pretend that he is Parson Brown
He'll say: Are you married?
We'll say: No man,
But you can do the job
When you're in town.
Later on, we'll conspire,
As we dream by the fire
To face unafraid,
The plans that we've made,
Walking in a winter wonderland.
In the meadow we can build a snowman,
And pretend that he's Parson Brown
He'll say: Are you married?
We'll say: No man,
But you can do the job
When you're in town.
And later on, we'll conspire,
As we dream by the fire
To face unafraid,
The plans that we've made,
Walking in a winter wonderland.
Walking in a winter wonderland,
walking in a winter wonderland.

song performed by by Ashanti
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You're a Beautiful Dream Come True

It's so, it's so
so hard to say,
and I feel, I feel,
feel like I'm lost in this maze,
life will never be the same
this is when things change.

This song, this song,
explains how I feel,
and life, and life,
life seems too good to be true,
when I look at your eyes,
I find my way.

It's so plain to see,
my whole world's complete with you,
cause baby you're beautiful,
you're a beautiful dream come true.

And as time goes by,
I'm falling more and more for you,
cause girl you're beautiful,
you're a beautiful dream come true.

With you, with you,
nothing else really matters,
and I know, I know,
I know deep inside,
that you feel the same,
so let's make the change.

Let go, let go,
let go of your past now,
when I'cant, I'cant,
cant find my way,
I'll look at your face,
and my heart says.

It's so plain to see,
my whole world's complete with you,
cause baby you're beautiful,
you're a beautiful dream come true.

And as time goes by,
I'm falling more and more for you,
cause girl you're beautiful,
you're a beautiful dream come true.

It's so plain to see,
my whole world's complete with you,
cause baby you're beautiful,
you're a beautiful dream come true.

And as time goes by,
I'm falling more and more for you,
cause girl you're beautiful,
you're a beautiful dream come true.

Yea, you're a beautiful dream come true.

poem by Juan Carrasquillo Jr
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Walking Through Fire

When you set a match to your heart
Fueling it with bitterness and doubt
Thats a blaze that once it starts
No amount of tears can put out
I know youre scared
But no ones spared
When you play with matches
Youve got me walking through fire
Youve got me walking through fire
Maybe youve been burned by lovers
Maybe youve been scarred by the pain
But baby Im not like the others
Drawing moths to a flame
Spite is like a spark
Crackling in the dark
Consuming all it catches
And youve got me walking through fire
Youve got me walking through fire to get to you
Youve got me walking through fire
(walking through fire)
Youve got me walking through fire
(walking through fire)
You can see the toll its taking
You can feel the faith its shaking
You can hear the heart its breaking now
Baby Ive burned by the fever
Ive been scorched by desire
But baby Im not your deceiver
Or your eloquent liar
Your jealous heart is tearing us apart
And turning love to ashes
When youve got me walking through fire
Youve got me walking through fire to get to you
Youve got me walking through fire
Youve got me walking through fire
Youve got me walking through fire
(walking through fire)
Youve got me walking through fire
(walking through fire)
As the flames shoot higher
Youve got me walking through fire
(walking through fire)
Walking

song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Young Man's Town

You wake up one morning and it's passed you by.
You don't know when and you don't know why.
You feel like an old memory hangin' round.
And man, you've gotta face it, it's a young man's town.
You knew this day was comin' all along.
So why bitch and moan and say they done you wrong?
Just teach 'em what you know an' pass it on down,
'Cause man, you gotta face it, it's a young man's town.
Chorus:
It's a young man's town,
Full of young man's dreams.
And all God's children
Gotta learn to spread their wings.
Sometimes you gotta stand back,
And watch 'em burn it to the ground,
Even though you built it,
It's a young man's town.
You always seem to be the last to know.
Man, that's just the way that the story goes.
There's nothin' you can do when the fields have turned brown.
Man, you gotta face it, it's a young man's town.
Chorus:
It's a young man's town,
Full of young man's dreams.
And all God's children
Gotta learn to spread their wings.
Sometimes you gotta stand back,
And watch 'em burn it to the ground,
Even though you built it,
It's a young man's town.
Sometimes you gotta stand back,
And watch 'em burn it to the ground.
Even though you built it,
It's a young man's town...

song performed by by Vince Gill
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Young Man's Town

You wake up one morning and it's passed you by.
You don't know when and you don't know why.
You feel like an old memory hangin' round.
And man, you've gotta face it, it's a young man's town.
You knew this day was comin' all along.
So why bitch and moan and say they done you wrong?
Just teach 'em what you know an' pass it on down,
'Cause man, you gotta face it, it's a young man's town.
Chorus:
It's a young man's town,
Full of young man's dreams.
And all God's children
Gotta learn to spread their wings.
Sometimes you gotta stand back,
And watch 'em burn it to the ground,
Even though you built it,
It's a young man's town.
You always seem to be the last to know.
Man, that's just the way that the story goes.
There's nothin' you can do when the fields have turned brown.
Man, you gotta face it, it's a young man's town.
Chorus:
It's a young man's town,
Full of young man's dreams.
And all God's children
Gotta learn to spread their wings.
Sometimes you gotta stand back,
And watch 'em burn it to the ground,
Even though you built it,
It's a young man's town.
Sometimes you gotta stand back,
And watch 'em burn it to the ground.
Even though you built it,
It's a young man's town...

song performed by by Vince Gill
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Myth and reality

How everyone in the universe painted dragon:
India
China
Germany?
There was this dragon.
This is not a myth.

How the lovers dream about
Kings and Queens,
The Palace,
The glass slipper
About Cinderella?
This is the reality.

I live in Jerusalem and the dream and
The legend is reality
I am wearing a sandal on Cinderella, at
Street alley
I watch My kingdom
That your image
Engraved.

from Crops of Madness

poem by Shoshana Vegh
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Life In A Small Town

No one would have guessed
Things would end up this way
Living in a small town
Everyone should have known

But to the town’s surprise
They never suspected this
There was no warning to be had
And no warning to be taken

But now there will be stories
Told in the halls of school
And in the pews of church
About a girl gone wrong

She lived a modest life
Attending all the social events
Including the pasture parties
But never being invited to one

Nobody noticed her
She was just another face
That rotated around
Drinking and socializing

But they should have known
The quietest are the worst
Hiding everything
And never letting anyone in

Then there was one day
That changed things
And no matter what they say
They should have known

She took her list of names
And read them loud and clear
In front of the school board
On just who were having affairs

But it didn’t stop at that
She walked up to those
Who called her stupid
And let them have it

She named every misstep
Causing disarray in the town
Breaking infallible hearts
And freeing captured ones

In a town proud of family
Barely a soul is left
From the disillusions
That had been caused

But for those left behind
There is lesson learned
One should not judge
For the audience may be me

poem by C.R. Ebowski
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Cinderella Renewed

there was once a girl I knew
Her name was Cinderella
But Cinderella is way too long
We'll call her just Ella

Ella was a spoilt kid
Oh yes, she was
She rather barks than talks
not someone to cross

Then Gloomy air Spread everywhere
As her mother died with heart attack
All relatives cried at the news
Ella also did, but it was fake

His father married again
The lady had daughters of her own
Beautiful they were, oh yes
Names: Isabella and Sharon

Our Cinderella was very jealous
girls had taken her place, not one but two
Ella wanted to take revenge
From the girls, and their mother too!

But before she could do anything
The handsome prince called a ball
All the maidens were invited
It was to take place in the castle's hall

Excitement arose everywhere
Beautiful looked our Cinderella
But her stepsisters were their too
And their was no match for Isabella

The prince walked in the room
His eyes fell on Isabella
He asked her for a dance
And not our Cinderella

Soon the news spread through the kingdom
Prince and Isabella were to marry, no pretend
But then something happened
The prince chose Cinderella instead!

on the marriage day, bells rang
Ella and prince were coupled
But prince looked so forlorn and sad
As though he had just been crumpled

And as the carriage went, people wondered
What was it, that had dejected him
But we know the truth, that
Cinderella had a revolver to torture him!

poem by Myra Ahmad
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Working At The Factory

All my life I've been a workin' man
When I was at school they said that's all you'll ever understand
No profession. I didn't figure in their plans
So they sent me down factory to be a workin' man
All I lived for, All I lived for
All I lived for was to get out of the factory
Now I'm here seemingly free, but working at the factory.
The music came along and gave new life to me
And gave me hope back in 1983
The music came and set me free
From working at the factory
All I lived for, All I lived for
All I lived for was to get out of the factory
All I lived for, All I lived for
All I lived for was to get out of the factory
Never wanted to be like everybody else
But now there are so many like me sitting on the shelf
They sold us a dream but in reality
It was just another factory
I made the music , thought that was mine
It made me free , but that was in another time
But then the corporations and the big combines
Turned musicians into factory workers on assembly lines.
All I lived for, All I lived for
All I lived for was to get out of the factory
We made the music to set ourselves free
From working at the factory.
All my life I've put in a working day
Now it's sign the contract. Get production on the way
Take the money, make the music pay
Working at the factory
All I lived for was to get out of the factory.
Never wanted to be like everybody else
But now there are so many like me sitting on the shelf
They sold us a dream but in reality
Was just another factory
Working at the factory.

song performed by by Kinks
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