When my final shadows cling on desperately
Where I fight formidable battles
to merely hold the light
I send you loving vibrations
and soul sustenance
Deep from the cathedral
of one heart to another
where today no choirs sing
nor symphonies play
Yet it is here where we meet
in spiritual solace
here to surrender
and exchange inestimable treasures
like unopened letters
Galaxies are stretched
over chronicles of shared history
Nebula birthing stars
will be exposed
in forth-coming conversations
bringing short-lived fulfillment to you
Hungry to feast
now will be the time
to approve your blood art vision
and with my own haunting surrender
as dappled shades ink stain your chest
I will reside with you and share, mesmerised
pens - by branding
as this will be your written reams to me
your artist's pallet or brushed canvas
no need for words
and yet creating
mysterious magical moments
Bitter-sweet the music
that dances taut guitar strings
but now blood approved
please go kick your heel up
return to your laughter
and ride on the breeze
for not all are lost
for I am with you always
to love, listen and comfort as one
with you in me and I in you
America the Free ~ America the Brave ~
Freedom with price Capitalism attacked
the many taken hearts broken still
one World try to rebuild
sadness and tears fall hard with fears
guilt by association many accused still
souls evaporated shattered dreams
tears fall on innocence left with anger
The proud fearless knew the inevitable
policeman fireman many lives lost
grieving does not stop 12 years later
New York city once proud & shameless
refusing to let fears in protecting ours
left in shock still question's unanswered
nothing learned nothing gained
ready to attack many left behind
anger greets denial anger meets rage
unacceptable still refusing new love
wanting days to rewind let us go back in time
acceptance allowing the victims leave in peace
the brave taken young leaving us sadly old
haunting dreams lost spirits dwell
no answers to hate never forgetting that day
Evil entered suddenly unforgiving fate
entering our City we stand with the fallen
How to fix how do we Change
This can be read many different ways ~ This is a poem I am so proud to write ~
Remember to smile
Even if you are dying inside
Remember to hold your head up high
Even if your knees feel like they want to yield
Remember to cry on the inside
Where the Lord knows your heart
Even when you feel like giving up
Remember the scars on His hands
He never gave up on you
He is still cheering for you
His unfailing love,
Has been present even when you could not love yourself
People will love you today,
Tomorrow you will be a distant memory
They will hurt you today,
Tomorrow they will act like nothing has changed
Remember to smile; it will move your soul
Remember to smile;
Tomorrow you try again…
On day full of doom and gloom
With no strength to leave my room
With no hope to look towards light
With darkness closing in at night
When my heart floods with despair
Burdened by my load of care
When the rose has but a thorn
Wishing I were never born
When no effort is worthwhile
On my face no trace of smile
When my heart does naught but weep
For a love I cannot keep
A kingdom in which I reign
Where I banish grief and pain
A kingdom where all is light
With rolling hills, verdant, bright
I smile, for I am a Queen
Only beauty can be seen
Fairies flutter to and fro
Peace and joy is all I know
I tremble with sheer delight
My crown glows with heaven’s light
I am loved, and I am free
For a QUEEN resides in me
Eileen Manassian Ghali
A poem dedicated to my friend, FLO Thomas, for her poem, The Kingdom of Ghali. I’m hiding away in my room, but the visit to this poem again, to this magical kingdom, brought a ray of light shining in. Love you, Flo! OXOXOXOXO I tease my family and friends that...I'm really a princess. I tell them, "Haven't you gotten that memo?" They all just laugh at me. Now...I have a wonderful comeback. "You won't even see the PRINCESS in me...on Poetry SOUP...I'm a QUEEN!!!!" Oh...the joy of virtual dreams!
Kindness goes a LONG LONG WAY!!!
My ashes will be scattered in the garden of remembrance
A place that to me will have no relevance
For I will be gone, my spirit departed this life
So it won’t matter, it won’t cause me strife
I could ask to be scattered in Scarborough in the North Sea
Where my ashes could float on endlessly
Or they could be scattered in my Wrockwardine home
Where the wind would be free to make them roam
For those who I leave behind, memories they’ll have of me
Smiling and joking that’s how it will be
They can remember me as a Scarborough or Wrockwardine lad
As long as there thoughts are happy not sad
When my life is over and you all gather round
I hope you will wear colourful clothes and make lots of sound
I beg you not to be miserable or downhearted that day
Celebrate my life have a drink and just say
All the things that you think of me it can do me no harm
Have a hell raising party forget being calm
Sing karaoke and dance till you drop
Let the party go on let it never stop
Let the memories I leave you sustain you through the years
Whenever you think of me try a smile hold the tears
For maybe one day our souls will meet again
I’ll be there to greet you and drive you insane
For as in life so I will be in death to
Someone who will make you smile that’s what I’ll do
I will still be the Scarborough or Wrockwardine lad
For those who don’t like it well that’s just too bad
Dedicated to my Dad Jerry W. Niday 3/20/1952 - 6/18/2013
I am who I am because of him
He’s the reason for my son’s name
He gave me my courage & my strength
To stand tall even when standing wasn’t easy
Stand for the ones who can’t
To think and fend for myself
I’m my Daddy made over
Taught me to fight back
To never back down
How to pick myself back up
When I’ve been knocked down
Fight for what I believe
I’m my Daddy made over
He gave me my stubbornness
Gave me my pride
Gave me my temper
Taught me not to take crap
To speak my mind no matter who
Work for what I want
I’m my Daddy made over
How to keep my emotions in check
How to handle large amounts of pain
When in trouble he always had my back
He knew how my mind worked better than anyone
I got it from him
I’m my Daddy made over
Even though he’s gone
I’ll stand and continue on
I may stumble I may fall
May even get hurt along the way
But I’ll pick myself back up
I’ll dust myself off and stand tall
I’m honored and proud to say
I’m my Daddy made over
Sabrina Niday Hansel
With just a little coaxing I can remember when
Excitement ruled my early days when you'd come home again.
I was a boy, just seven or eight and you were fully grown.
And it was a very special time when "Brother" would come home.
You and your special Mildred, The two of you and "Wart"---
You see, I can't remember the three of you apart.
Since you were up and married before I was ever born,
I can't remember all the things that happened on the farm.
But, things I do remember -- I can remember well --
Like the gifts you brought at Christmas none others could excel. –
Like the places you would take us, Mildred, me and "Wart" --
We'd race the train to Cameron if that old Ford would start. –
Like the times we'd all go riding and it seemed the car would wiggle --
We'd look and see you steal a kiss and me and "Wart" would giggle.
Looking back, I realize the young love you both shared
Began a life together that God himself prepared.
So, no matter where I wander,
No matter where I roam ---
No thrills can match the ones I knew
When "Brother" would come home.
This was written for my oldest brother and his wife, Mildred, on the occasion of their 50th wedding anniversary.
During WW2 he held a most critical position with the government in New Mexico.
“Brother” was a nickname we used for him and “Wart” was a nickname he gave his oldest son, my nephew, only one year Younger than me. He was an inspiration to everyone he met. His life story is motion picture material.
The north winds blow on loners' date,
it's cold on fingertips and dark,
night's owls resemble souls that hark,
- we met in life, one verse too late.
The clouds are gray, soul's sermon clogs
alone I wait on rain's frontier,
and breathe this void - alive once Pier,
whereon you smiled at winter fogs.
And it is strange to feel you there,
you never left the winds' lone call;
I feel the flow in veins to haul,
a string of tales - nostalgic fare.
And you appear - a wraith in mind,
that distant smiles with lonely eyes,
gray clouds and snow from low hung skies,
- how doleful meet our dusks and twine!
The night ascribes - pure quilt of snow,
so much quietness falls and dearth,
regales the emptiness of earth
and solitude of our time's tow.
The nimbus moon won't spring to fore,
but if you show, my hope will shine,
a conferred love will wave to mine,
bloom scented winds will reach Pier Four.
© G. V. 08.23.2013 All rights reserved
A Love Letter
Started writing for the Love Letter Contest but finished too late : (
My Precious Maria,
I can remember it like it was yesterday… your first words to me…
They sang a melody like no other I had ever heard.
I swear my heart did a back flip at “Hello”
Since the day we met I’d seen my world through starry eyes
Through sun drenched days and blue colored skies
And your beauty had become the arms into which I hopelessly fell.
Looking back… I am in awe of the way we were with each other
We were truly like best friends from those first days
And through the years our love grew strong
Our hearts knew this home is where we’d always belong
Walking around with you, holding your hand… I was the proudest man alive
And that feeling never changed throughout our years together.
I told you everyday that I loved You, that you were all the woman I could ever need…
And that you were the prettiest girl in the world, indeed.
I can still feel the press of your sweet gorgeous lips against mine
And how they always made me weak in the knees
I loved when you insisted that I kiss you “like I mean it”
when I was rushing out the door…
I can still hear with pristine clarity…your inimitable laugh at my stupid humor…
how I adored that………..How I miss that……….
I’m wrapped within a loneliness of unrequited bliss
As I stare at photos on the wall and dream a lovers wish.
A wish to feel you loving me, that’s where my anguish lye
or hear your sweet voice saying… “you’re my very handsome guy”…
I promise I will try my best…
to hold on to all that we’ve been blest
inside my heart’s special place
reserved for your ethereal grace.
So whenever I want to speak with you or hold you tight..
I will listen for your whispers
in the flush of the wind on a cool autumn’s night
I’ll see you in the stars when the moon’s full to sight
And I’ll kiss your lips when my dreams are in flight…
In love for all eternity
And baby… although you are gone… my heart is still so in love with you
And longs for the day that we dance once again in the presence of God.
Cold and dark, the eyes of the depths
glaring at the stars above.
Few dare descend the steps
which reach down to oblivion’s cove.
Heavy, the desire for truth,
like the chains dragging my body further down
unto fate unknown.
Beyond recompense, lies the ruin
sunken to forbidden ground,
now home only to the strangest of creations
and catacomb to the drowned slaves of history.
Will all memories be as this one day?
Ghosts that haunt the corpses of humanity’s ambition?
Black are the bells that once chimed to announce omen.
Buried are the thoughts that walked my mind.
Broken are the tables where ideas once feasted.
Bound are the hopes, eaten by preying sharks of doubt.
Weighing down, the garments choke the breath of life.
There, where insanity was sane, beneath facade’s streams
lies truth, in the sea of forgotten dreams.