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Poetry was Her Best Lover- Adult Content

Poetry was her best lover
Like no other
He loved her
Without restraint
She could be herself
And explore
And discover
Secret pleasures and fantasies
Naked above the covers
He let her lie
Exposed
As he slowly caressed her imagination
Making her flow
With the sweet essence of her soul
In waves of delirium
Flying free
He let her be
Unfettered
Unashamed
Unworried of how to please
Or how to tease
Just simply to be
A woman in a prelude
To ecstacy

Poetry was her best lover
Her escape from reality
In clandestine intimacy
He ravished her mind
Again and again
For all he wanted
Was for her to come
To experience
To taste
Every pleasure
He had to offer
Her insatiable appetite
He fed
With firm truths
That burst forth with wisdom
He fed her desire
To reach supremacy
He never betrayed
Or delayed
In pleasing her
In giving her just what she wanted
In different ways and forms
His creativity endless

Poetry was her best lover
The only time in her day
When she had her way
And could be free
To be the woman she was mean to be
Sensual and sultry, sexy and savory 
Not having to hide
Behind the guise
The veil of culture
Or religion
Or misconstrued sexism
Or alibis
Being demure
And “sterile”
When she was fertile
Laden with passion


Poetry was her best lover
He adored her
For whom she was
And he gave and gave 
At times
Leading her in submission to his will
Taming her
Training her
To live in the confines
Of his rules
For perfection to be reached
She had to follow his lead
To the pinnacle of pleasure
Where all was in rhythmic union and rhyme
The sublime
Tasted and lived and then to descend
To warm after glow
Basking in the satisfaction
Of a fruitful union
For beauty has been conceived 
Waiting for delivery

Yes, Poetry was her best lover
And she
Came looking for him
Begging him 
To take her 
Again and again and again
To transport her to heaven from hell
Tasting eternity

Poetry was her best lover
And she
Had no need of another
To help her discover
Her own entity….
None other
But her best lover
Poetry....


Eileen Manassian Ghali


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A faceless enemy (what's there to Celebrate)

He appear to be a ladd of maybe 9 yrs. old.  It's Friday, as our troop's prepared to move
out unto enemy territory, and then KABOOM!!...he becomes a suicide bomber.  WOW! face-
less at such a young age.  Now as I gather my comrade's body parts (as well as my thou-
ght's) to myself I say, "these people's belong in a cage".  Pain in Irag, will it ever end, here
children's are taught too kill again & again.  Our Boy'zz in misery, misery all around us, the
stinch of death is everywhere.  Their fearless leader leads no more.  Soon he's capture, "one
would think, finally!! and now answer's of life can be restore, but sadly there's only more
bloodshed here in Irag.  And a salacious cloud still hoovers above our heads as the dead
bodie's continue's to rise, another soldier get sent home and familie's shall not be able to
stop the flow of tear's pouring from their eye's. (faceless at such a young age)
Our Boy's and Gal's in misery - here in a country, were there is no love, "A faceless enemy",
we continue to fight.  Our Congressmen and Senator's vote to keep this sinceles war going,
"for our freedom", lying to themselve's and to the American people's.  "For our Freedom",
"I don't understand-how can freedom be justified with a bullet and a gun".  How can Freedom
be (?) when every Saturday you'll be burying your daughter or your son.  Someday soon
we do get to go home, from here to a faceless nation.  As the dead bodie's continue to rise,
and before the break of dawn starts another day.  Your lil 9 year old goes outside to play.
In this land of confusion lil boy's also goes outside, freedom for him is to suicidily kill the
enemy-each and every morning in the name of Allah his mother tells him.  So 10 U.S. sold-
ier's live's are gone, more are on the way.  Remember their President is dead and gone
while our wants a "Celebration".

P.S.... This particular poem came to me in a dream, as in a dream I was there (in Irag)
holding this soldier who had been shot, and he relate's this particular
poem for me to write:


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What It Is To Be Free

Not many see,
 What it is to be free.
What it is to amount,
 To make every day count.
Everything has a story,
 Though the place your at you say is boring.
There's more behind this rundown town.
 From the highest mountian,
To the streets unfound.
 Where children once played, 
And by their side their parents stayed.
 Where the sky may not shine as bright,
But to every darkness there's light.
 Where the creature's of the world find home,
While your complaining that the air's too cold.
 When you're strong, it shows,
Planing each day as it goes.
 Smiling and helping whoever you can,
Instead of moping about how much you hate this land.
 You can't change the way the trees sway,
You can't change what's already gone away.
 But the beauty of the world can take you in,
Make you see beauty like you should have when your life began.
 When you start to appreciate the little things,
Like the crickets chirping,
 And the songs birds sing.
You'll find all you needed has been there all along,
 Only then you'll see where happiness comes from.
If to see is to believe,
 Then there's belief all around.
From the starry night sky,
 To the flowers on the ground.
So many find pleasure in all the wrong things,
 Humanity has overcome,
Yet still falls apart at the seams. 
 We're so focused in on money and gold,
Before we know it our life has no meaning,
 Our skin becomes cold. 
It's never too late,
 And you're never too near or far.
To make the best of things,
 And be happy where you are.

 


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Puzzle Piece

A puzzle piece you are to me 
Like a vine without any leaves. 
Your heart is pure your soul is 
Gold, the sweetest thing I'll 
ever hold! A miracle in my eyes 
it seemed, knowing they said 
no babies for me! Always a 
surprise you seem to be just 
like a puzzle piece! At 9 months 
you walked but not until 4 did 
you first talk! Always a terror 
making a beautiful mess always 
a surprise that has yet to be 
met! The twists and turns I 
know we will see will seem 
somewhat like a roller coaster 
to me! The milestones and 
special gifts you bring will make 
my life seem Like a dream, my 
special boy I have always said 
How special I knew not till 
Aspergers they said! The 
journey will be trying the 
journey will seem long! But 
with our family together we will 
chug along! My special boy I 
love you so and cannot wait to 
see you mature and grow! Now 
we have a goal we have our 
dream you see to make you the 
perfect fitting puzzle piece!! 


Written by: Christina Kirks 
McCullouch 04/05/2012 For 
Jonathan S McCullouch Jr 
Mommy loves you to eternity 
and beyond! Forever and 
always!



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I Threw Caution to the Wind

I threw caution to the wind
As I stood there on the edge
Would she carry me over?
Or just leave me on the ledge?

I threw caution to the wind
Never did I really believe
That the wind was ever kind
And waiting to give relief

I threw caution to the wind
And soared upon her wings
Never really knowing
The freedom that she brings

I threw caution to the wind
And what a pleasant surprise
The wind carried back to me
All that my heart desires

I threw caution to the wind
                   I threw caution to the wind
                                      I threw caution to the wind
                                                        And the wind carried you to me!

Eileen Manassian Ghali


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The Call of the Wild

Sharp fangs flashes as he growls
threatening to bring death
the eyes flames in fury
looking for an escape

He once ruled in his kingdom
the predator in a solitary wild
strength was his armor
never feeling sorry for his fights

One day a trap caught the king
in an iron throne, a crown he was given
yet he rejects the admires
for it is not what his heart desires

he longs of his life back
he was a beast, fierce and wild
freedom is his definition of love
one the master will never understand

The death that echoes in every flight
the chase that severs wretched life
the danger of the wild
now he cries his lonely howl in the night


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Life's Paradox




Seeing yourself through
     A full-length mirror
Through the endless deed
            Of time
To day a mere reflection
      Of yesterday dreams'
    Today's curtains
       Yet to be opened
Dark Oh! so misty
Reality is only a myth
      From the times'
Draped by the promises'
     Of people we adore'
Knowing that freedom awaits'
         Just beyond thy
    Foot-steps' door



Gary Fields
Poet Author










From:  "The Cross"
            Xlibris  book # 106627
             Rev.  NOV2013


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His Special Ability

Experiencing many different emotions, it is shocking to my soul.  Such an intense attraction drawing me in, surprising I am complete as a whole.

Finally full and complete within, a satisfation I've never experienced before. Finally someone able to find the hidden key, the only key that can unlock my safty door.

Gratified in every way possible, he has broken through the barrier I've been hiding behind for years.  Complete in life and in love, finally able to let go of all my fears.

With a smile on my face and happiness in my heart, my dream has come true.  He is my definition of perfect, from day one, my heart and head just knew.

He leads me through many exciting adventures, packed full of pleasant surprises.  Everyday he gives me something new, the intensity level constantly rises.

As the relationship continues, the emotions get more intense.  Surprising me every chance he gets, my suspense level balances on the fence.

It hit me like a tons of bricks, how fast I needed what he had to offer.  His eyes, his touch, his love and charm, made me a little softer.

Everyday I look forward to where this will lead, but I am excited as a couple what we have become.  Enjoying every moment as it's our very first, my heart constantly beats like a drum.

We have been through many trials and tribulations, with every memory I keep on replay.  DeShane, you are the one meant for me, in my mind, in my heart and in my soul, is where I want you to stay!


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Empress Crown As Queen

I am going on a trip because I need to spend a week away from these aspects.

Don’t burn that money.

Don’t waste it either.

I’ll spend it on something that I dislike.

It may be a venture but since I have spent my money, I can get high.

Clip art are my drawings and they are of beautiful megabits.

I think I am superfly so I play Rock & Roll all night.

Madness 

Sheer excitement 

Escape to the highest heights of my imagination is when I know who I am and where I have been

Little am I and my jeans are tight.

With my big tits, I walk as if I am filled with sexual desire.

I see myself and smile.

My empire.

I’m feeling something that is so real.

I knew, if I lost focus, I lose my inner being.

So I give self a darn bulge, know that this is my world; therefore, I don’t lose the sensation.

The impression I give is that of confidence.

Self-asserted and assured, I moving up to finer things.

Handsome is the day and the night falls so lovely.

But I need to see what’s mine.

I need to see what belongs to me.

Strikingly, I find that I own so many priceless images.

A landscape I may pick to be serenity.

Or, a portrait is nice for the stillness.

I’ll plant a flower field to enjoy the contentment.

Equanimity is a silent panic.

I am just a being of the higher intelligence.

The noise is a clamor that does not last.

I will be the uproar of happiness.

Such a pleasure to have told you this.

If you want a replica, you may do the same.

That is joy in a virtual domain.

No more is the chance than any other government.

I have ruled this empire as long as I can remember.

Directions are easily to follow.

If you fail, I will not fail mines because all are downloadable.

I do not share my empirical secrets.

I am a régime of systems.

Simulated by thoughts that is pure.

Only I can be the downloader.


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the world is burning

The peace the darkness has brought is shattered. 
the world is burning
the light has slaughtered many. 
Taking the souls of the living and the dead; Trapped they seek escape.

Freedom to run, freedom to fight, freedom to live
 By knife and claw, sword and fang, the taken souls fight their chains.

who shall free them from their suffering


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I REGRET CALLED MONEY

Iam crying  for freedom; Yes, freedom, I am losing my value.
I was used  as trade by   barter and I  lost my values,
you  forced me into paper, my value depreciated.  
For you to carry me about;  you  forced me into plastic- credit cards
What have I done to you? 
I promised myself never to come back in the next world.
Crimes I committed not;  I settled. When will you pay for your  own crimes without  dragging me to pay?
I became significant in the world of  bribery and corruptions;
what have I done to deserve the cry in my heart? 
 Stay away from me;  you that  love me. 
 If I  fly away;  the  voice  of  the poor saying into my ear:  there's no money –“economic meltdown”.
Tell  the rich to grant me freedom from wherever I am kept.
Yes Freedom!  I paid for everyone’s  freedom but nobody think of mine.
Until the poor  start to fight  for my freedom;
Their pocket will remain dried while the rich get  richers.
 War against the rich, and get me freedom once and praise me in your homes.
where are you money? 
The poor cried. In  the pocket and private banks, and savings in their homes; there I  will be  find. 
The rich are the cause  of my scarcity; Iam lonely in their private bank accounts , separated from the joy the poor.
Spill their blood and you will find me available again.
The rich are the root  cause of all evil and not me –money.
Written by:
Pastor Emmanuel Brown.


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A Flag Pays Tribute

I am not flying high and proud today,
For one who honored me has passed away,
And now my tribute to this man I pay
By flying half mast in the gentle breeze.
My friends all do the same across the land--
It is our simple, patriotic plan
To pay respect and honor to this man
By flying this way everybody sees.
I’ve flown here through the night and through the day
Reminding of the price that many pay;
My stars and stripes a message seem to say
That I for freedom in this nation stand.
But now they come and slowly take me down
And take such care that I don’t touch the ground,
For I’m the flag that they will wrap around
The casket of this great and famous man.
I wonder now as down the road I go
If people who look on do really know
The message that I try to clearly show:
I honor those who gladly honor me.
Or do they even take time to salute
And honor those who for me took pursuit?
I know not, but I still pay my tribute
To men who know the price of liberty.
My friends who stayed behind don’t envy me,
They take their pride in skies for all to see;
They know they have this place in liberty
To fly, proclaiming freedom to all men.
I wonder, though, how many more it takes
Before all men who honor freedom’s sake
And humbly on their knees new vows then make
To honor God’s great freedom once again.


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veterans of the usa

the flag that flies above our head			
was put there by the people who are dead
you know, the veterans of the usa
the ones YOU seem to forget about everyday

they went to war for years at a time
and they barely even got a dime
come on people, you are here because of them
this is not pretend

your lives are free
even since you were three
these men were brave
and it was freedom that they crave

as the men and women enter the battlefield
with the guns they weild
all they could think about was their life
 their hearts beat as they grip their knife

all they heard were bullets fly
would this be their last goodbye?
will i never see them again?
the love, family and friends
 could this be the end? 

as the brave soldiers marched along
they sang this song....

"left,left, left right left....left...left left right left....we fight for freedom, lets defend this 
kingdom...the 
flag that flies above our heads....red, white, and blue...these colors are 
TRUE!!!!..... lord grip our 
hearts and give us strength to win this fight for freedom and save this wonderful 
kingdom"


the sounds of 100,000 men and women
with different thoughts within
medics stand by
waiting for the next to die

and we sit at home
some as still as a gnome
people listen to the news
and some people sit and play depressing blues

another man dies
another bullet flies
bombs left and right
oh please STOP this might!!!

loved ones falling on the feild
with a picture of their loved ones in their hand they weild
another one digs a grave
for the ones who were brave