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Vase in Point

You chose me.
Picked me up 
this delicate shadow thin glass vessel
in some antique store by the Asian docks.
Paid for me with peacock feathers and a slice of the star I still see from my window.
Gift wrapped in a shoe box
filled with foreign headlines steaming newspaper ink.
You poked holes in the lid
with your old brass house key.
What a walk home we had that night-
you whistling that tune...
What was it?
That Spanish tune you always sang?
I knew your voice as the first fingerprints of love.
The ships set sail to lapping water on barnacles
and you took me home to candlelight 
and the smell of fresh bread for your dinner.
The poor man's meal.
You unwrapped me and I smiled at you.
My first smile - so wide I almost broke my glass skin.
You filled me with violets and sank bubbled water in my throat.
An evening to remember as my first purpose in life.
Perhaps I mourn you still,
as I get passed from hand to hand
as your family heirloom.
They'll never know you as I did -
I hold your last fingerprint inside me, unwashed, untouched
excepting the last violet stem you graced me with.
You began my history, and I am the end of yours.


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I'm a Little Flower

I’m a little flower
Being seared by the sun
My petals are now wilting
My life is almost done

I’m a little flower
My colors are fading fast
I’m parched to the core
And yet you move on passed

You water other flowers
Little sprinkles you give me
While I struggle to hold on
My beauty for you to see

I’m a little flower
That you once called divine
Now you have lost interest
I’m no longer glorious...fine

I’m a little flower
You’ve neglected for a while
But I’m still struggling on
Longing to see your smile…

I’m a little flower
This is my final plea
Remember my first bloom
Promise to revive me

Oh, water me, my love
My petals do caress
I’ll open as before
Show'ring you with tenderness

Eileen Manassian Ghali


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Heart of The Sea

The heart of the sea is a mother's heart
She is the great ancestral mother of all life on the planet
Deep within the mysterious waters of her womb
she conceived and gave birth to the first life form
which evolved into more complex organisms
that live on the land and in the air

She is an essential part of the planet's ecosystem
feeding the clouds which bring rain and snow
that sustain life on the earth
Through tiny ocean plants and photosynthesis
she removes carbon dioxide from the air
and converts it to more than one half of the oxygen
in the earth's atmosphere

She is the great food provider to the planet
having her own internal food chain
with tiny phytoplankton at the lower end
and enormous sharks and whales at the upper end
She feeds creatures from the land and air 
that venture to fish in her waters

She is a thing of beauty even in her enraged fury
with massive waves towering over a hundred feet
and the seething white foam of her waters
This has been her action
even before the advent of man on the planet
Man must respect her behaviour 
or suffer death and destruction if he does not

She is a thing of beauty in her calm stillness under the setting sun
which lights up the evening sky in its glorious splendour
and paints a glistening beam of light on the water's surface
in line with the sun and surrounds it
with brilliant colours of the rainbow



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Birth of a Poet

The animals know better than us. The rain has never poured so loudly in a key so soft.
To the front, the sailing of city buses and mini vans cruising across in this weather makes the water underneath their tires sound like the street is crying out for 5 more minutes of sleep. Up above, the trees are protecting a nest of baby blue jays before they get washed away by the silence of their mother not being there. But with sky blue young spirits, and small empty stomachs, they keep hope alive in the fact that even children know storms and struggles don’t last forever.
Below the trees, nature has found a name to call it’s own. From the hole dug by the little boy next door, a family of three foxes have named human nature sanctuary, and burrowed their problems into the sediment to rest for a while.
To the side of the hole, a flock of ducks are swimming in the water with eyes open wide enough to where you can see their loyalty to love one another rushes wild.
To the right of the pond, caged up in a man made blanket, and lost in his own mind, is the boy. From what he remembers, last night was like a train accident; A head on collision of two people he could’ve sworn he saw holding hands just the other day. He hears the sound of plates shattering in C-minor, and the chorus of words that his parents screamed in F-sharp, so he imprisoned himself in his own bed sheets, accompanied by the courageous corduroy bear who he swears keeps hearing whisper “everything will be okay.”
It’s raining outside, and the crescendos of screams have been silenced by it’s peaceful security.
The boy, sleeps soundly now. The rain has protected his ears, and guarded his heart from being washed away by all of his nightmares.
He doesn’t care whether he wakes up. The baby blue jay, the resourceful fox and the brave little duck are all he wants to keep dreaming about.
Maybe he’ll run away into the rain? Or maybe into the arms if his mother?, whom he prays he can still recognize. To the left of his bed, he picked up the blank page of his coloring book and a crayon, and became a life long poet in that moment that morning. Taking a deep breath in, and giving a soft breath out, his first sentence was
“The animals know better than us.”


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Natures Nomenclature

Cool is the air, cool is the sea,
Everything seems splendid, like season of blee.
Being on the banks, how I wonder…
God has created our planet, with no scope of blunder.
Flows with a flow, our flowing river,
Deludes everyone in sunshine, the flow of the silver.
Sings on high notes, a group of lark,
Accompanied by blossom flowers, on branches of the bark.
Mountains touch the widest sky,
Like one’s imagination, with an ambition so high.
Unsteady is my state of mind, trying to flee,
Similar to the wave, moving in the sea.
Around me was everything like the air I breathe,
Now I can only see nature endeavoring death.
Responsible are we, for we spoiled the blend,
The world which is dooming, is by our dirty hand.
There is no other way except praying on our knee,
Oh dear nature! Please guide, as your children are we,
We will take in our hands, to spread the glory of nature,
Oh dear mother! Enlighten our way with your nomenclature.
                                                                  
                                                                  -‘Panchi’ Panchal Hitesh


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The Sky

When the sky is furious 
He whips up storms in the air, on land and water 
These terrifying disasters. 

When the sky is full of sorrow 
He sheds his tears 
And sometimes he will yell out his curse on humanity 
And strike himself. 
In his grief, he will destroy both the guilty and innocent 
He will make them inaccessible and leave them no hope 
And drown them in his tears of sorrow 
Which fall from his white, fluffy soul 
A giant waterfall of grief.  

After crying away all his anguish, 
The clouds are gone. 
The sky's soul is no more 
The sadness of the sky has killed him 
And only the sun can bring his soul back 
By summoning water to the dead, gray sky. 

When the sky is cheerful 
He radiates blue to represent tranquility and peace 
His lively pure earth-surrounding soul 
Dances and shares in the joy of the people below 
The white of clouds represents purity from wrongdoing 
The sky celebrates.


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touching life

Watching the water so still and sound
With only a reflection of who we are now
Watching the clouds in the sky
Rolling fast as they say good by
Touch the flowers there smooth as silk
As the sun shines on them they start to wilt
Is this my life showing me how
Or can it be the world spinning around
If we touch the water we touch the clouds
Turning are life up side down
The sun is hot but it gives us life
Like the clouds when they touch the sky
I’ll just lay here watch and wonder why