Eileen Manassian Poet Free verse

A Shoulder To Cry On

The shoulders to cry on are scarce
A man doesn’t like a wet soggy shoulder
Soaked with salty tears
And broken dreams
A face streaked with runny mascara
And the sound of sniffling 
No, shoulders to cry on are scarce

A man wants a happy faced woman
Eyes dazzling
Lips glossy tipped
Mascara in place
A pretty face
A body supple not crumpled
No sniffles but sighs
The kind that drive him wild
No, shoulders to cry on are scarce

If only he'd realize
That funny shallow guy
That a shoulder to cry on
Will give him in the end
A pillow to sleep on
That is soft and round
And the only other sound
Will be that of her sighs
And her alluring eyes
That drive him wild

All because...simply because
He's learned to be
In her time of need
The shoulder she cries on
Now in his time of need
She's happy to be
That breast that he lies on!

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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Painted Hunter June 14, 2013 at 11:48 AM I know I like to nuzzle up on my wife's breast...haha. Of course, I'm always there if she needs a shoulder too. Well said, Eileen. Have a great weekend! Eileen Manassian June 14, 2013 at 12:13 PM Nuzzle or suckle? Either way....nuzzle away, my dear! :) Woman like to be comforting in a mummy sort of way sometimes...OK...that just sounded weird. Glad she has your shoulder to cry on, Caleb. :) You too!

Harry Horsman June 14, 2013 at 8:37 AM i think we all need that shoulder Eileen, yet it takes someone so special to bring this out, someone like you, and your amazing poetry... Eileen Manassian June 14, 2013 at 12:15 PM Why thank you, dear Harry! You are so gracious with your comments. :) I'm honored by this visit.....

Johnny Rhinem June 13, 2013 at 2:33 PM I Think It Was The Counting Crows Whom Sang, `Let Her Cry If The Tears Fall Down Like Rain Let Her Know, If It Eases All The Pain, And If The Sun Comes Up Tomorrow, Let Her In. There Are No Greater Things In `This Life, Than, Loving Another Life! Tis Hard To Know All The Ingredients Dynamics Venus As Mars And So On ? Beautiful Amazing Eileen. But A Wonderful `Light Shines Within Your Beauty's Verse For If One Cannot Love Their Own Wife Then, Hard to Imagine Their Love At All ? Love, John Eileen Manassian June 13, 2013 at 4:23 PM John....thanks for sharing the words of that song with me! I must try to hear it. I speak of men in general....MOST men are unable to deal with tears....Also, they find it hard to deal with depression. My husband does well...he can always do better! Can't we all! Thanks for the post.

Richard D Seal June 13, 2013 at 11:16 AM I see you're back in 'Agony Aunt' mode. This role really suits you Eileen. We all need one of those shoulders now and again. The message is great and the writing superb as ever. Take care, Richard Eileen Manassian June 13, 2013 at 11:24 AM :) Well, if you need an Agony Aunt...just ask, Richard! :) I'll be more than happy to comply! Hugs!

Cecilia Macfarlane June 12, 2013 at 3:19 PM So true Eileen....those men are far and few between. The men smart enough to provide their shoulders are the ones with pure hearts and will be forever loved. Great message and write! Hugs Eileen Manassian June 12, 2013 at 11:30 PM Yes, Cecilia...You are right on the money, my dear! Thanks for posting! Hugs!

Mandy Tams The Golden Girl June 12, 2013 at 1:10 PM oh so true Eileen that shoulder is a gateway to so many things xx Eileen Manassian June 12, 2013 at 1:16 PM Yes, it surely is, Mandy! :) Thanks for the visit! Hope all is well with you and your loved ones! :)

Nette Onclaud June 12, 2013 at 12:06 PM Touchy-feeling write that moves me.. and men as well!... grreat job and here are my huggs!..:) Eileen Manassian June 12, 2013 at 1:17 PM Nette.....your hugs and posts are always appreciated, my dear! :)

Demetrios Trifiatis June 12, 2013 at 8:22 AM My dearest if the woman we care cries on our shoulder a blessing for us is: the running mascara , the salty tears, the sound of sniffling, all these notes of the melody of love! No reward asked! GREAT POEM as always! Tender and real! Thank you! Eileen Manassian June 12, 2013 at 1:28 PM Thanks, agapi mou! This is a really lovely post from you! I will treasure it! You always bring me joy! :)

Richard Lamoureux June 12, 2013 at 6:25 AM Perhaps a guys perspective, there are many of us who are willing and able to comfort our women in their times of need. We know what it is like to have a woman melt into our arms and bare her soul. There is nothing more real and profound than the sharing of such deep emotion and it draws you both so much closer together. We also know what it is to have our tears soak a woman's shoulder and feel her love and acceptance. Eileen Manassian June 12, 2013 at 1:30 PM Richard...these types of men are rare indeed. I'm so glad that you belong to the group who are able to take the runny mascara and the sobs! I can be a shoulder to cry on, and often my students come to share with me what is going on in their lives. I wish everyone were so giving and understanding.

Cathy Moore June 12, 2013 at 5:11 AM well written Eileen Manassian June 12, 2013 at 1:31 PM Thanks! :)

Andrea Dietrich June 11, 2013 at 11:26 PM wow, you GOT it, girl. GREAT message in your poem. Very creative thinking. I really enjoyed this one. Eileen Manassian June 12, 2013 at 1:31 PM Thanks, Andrea! Always a pleasure to have a visit from you! :)

Poet Destroyer A June 11, 2013 at 9:06 PM A wonderful poem Eileen, a wonderful comfort in a time when needed. I am always here and ready when he needs me. awesome poem. Thank you for sharing,.... xox~ LINDA Eileen Manassian June 12, 2013 at 1:32 PM Yes, being a shoulder to cry on is a great comfort, Linda. Thanks for the visit. Glad you can relate.

Shirley Candy June 11, 2013 at 8:05 PM A beautiful expression from a talented writer. I enjoy read every words of it. Well done, Eileen..^__^ Eileen Manassian June 12, 2013 at 1:15 PM Thanks, Shirley! Sweet of you to comment!

Skat A June 11, 2013 at 4:07 PM Eileen, very sweet and dear. I wish my husband made me happy. *Skat Eileen Manassian June 11, 2013 at 4:24 PM Oh, Skat! Thanks for the lovely post about this poem...I do wish the same for you...and at times for me too! ;) what can we do? This is life. I'm sure at times we don't make them happy either! Be the stronger person! Hugs!