Eileen Manassian Poet Rhyme

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Bursting Into Paradise

I try to still my heart
for fear it will thunder
past the gates of mortal life
and burst into paradise…

I slow my ragged breath
as I tremble in time
my body in tune
to this rhythmic rhyme
immersed in the sublime

Eyelids flutter….
struggling to open, to see…
Yet I shut them tight
knowing I might faint at the sight
of the wanton delight
in your eyes!

No….
there's no reprieve….
Seared on the inner screen
is that look
that shattered my secure serenity
into a million shards of desire
and set them on fire
the blaze now reaches higher
licking at my very soul
Combusting again and again
Unchecked….
Untamed…..
out of control…..
Ahhhh….


I…still my heart
I try to....b~r~e~a~t~h~e
I writhe, and I seethe
not wanting ever to be freed
from this need

the truth is born in my moan
as I lose every thought
except….for....this….one

…what is soon to come...
when the universe's fully undone

...will only come to be...
because of the kind of man
    that you are to me

         Jade Celest

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Timothy Hicks September 3, 2016 at 11:32 PM Hard to beat that opening stanza, Eileen, it's edgy, beautiful, and in your face. It has YOU written all over it. Wonderful romantic poem!

Pashang Salehi August 31, 2016 at 7:26 PM My dear Eileen, this is truly beautiful. "immersed in the sublime" passionate and scientific, absolutely Perfect. I'm combusting again and again.... You're truly for real..

CayCay Godwin August 29, 2016 at 2:42 PM Your pen got me again - I love the rides it takes me on ... CayCay

Richard Lamoureux August 24, 2016 at 2:55 PM Ironically I read this one before I read your two timer poem.

Richard Lamoureux August 24, 2016 at 8:42 AM I had to read this one again! Amazing!!!!

Becca Teagan August 22, 2016 at 10:15 AM You have a beautiful sytle, dear lady, and this poem is a perfect example. Thank you so much for your kind words and your encouragement of late, but my leaving has always been inevitable, I've just been too stubborn. I'm sure I'll pop in now and again. Soup mail. Eileen Manassian August 23, 2016 at 11:01 AM Becca....Soup isn't Soup without you. You've been here for a lonf time and your work is of a high caliber. We all think we will sometime make that eventual break, but....the love of poetry keeps us despite whatever circumstances may arise. I hope to see you again, dear. Hugs....I responded to Soup mail.

Richard Lamoureux August 22, 2016 at 8:48 AM Ooh la la hot! I'm so glad to see you back and writing. The soup is not the same without you. Eileen Manassian August 23, 2016 at 11:02 AM :) Thanks, Richard. Your encouragement and presence is always something that keeps me grounded here. Thanks ever so much. Hugs

Charmaine Chircop August 22, 2016 at 12:43 AM What a Come Back I must say, a fervent beautiful poem filled with passionate energy sweet Eileen. Im not as often on ps myself lately, but am happy to see you here. Eileen Manassian August 23, 2016 at 11:03 AM Thanks, Charmaine. I'm glad I was able to write again. It took some doing. I've become a little rusty, but at least I wrote something. Thanks for the visit. I've been very busy lately and will continue to be so in the coming month....I won't have much time on here. I'll post when I can. Hugs, dear one.

Arthur Vaso August 21, 2016 at 9:50 PM You have found your muse, I am amazed as usual! Lovely poem! Eileen Manassian August 23, 2016 at 11:04 AM Thanks, Arthur. I hope you got my email. Good to have you visit. Always a pleasure, dear. Hugs

Nette Onclaud August 21, 2016 at 1:03 PM ohh, searing with longing lines fiery and soft, eileen... shades of wuthering heights.. huggs Eileen Manassian August 23, 2016 at 11:05 AM Thanks, dear. I'm glad you liked this piece. A comparison to Wuthering Heights is delightful, for I've read the book. Hugs, dear.

Daniel Turner August 21, 2016 at 9:40 AM Smokin'!! Very passionate write, Eileen. I enjoyed reading you today. Great to see you back posting again. Hope you are well. From the sound of this poem, you are doing great! Eileen Manassian August 21, 2016 at 12:48 PM :) Smokin's good. :) Thanks Daniel. I'm glad you liked this piece. It feels good to be able to write again. My muse was being naughty and playing hookie....but here is my first poem in two months. Hugs

Paul Callus August 21, 2016 at 6:49 AM The heavenly heights of passion, most desirable and climaxing beyond control! It takes the perfect partner to tango thus! Hugs // paul Eileen Manassian August 21, 2016 at 12:50 PM Yes, dear Paul. You have captured the essence of the poem. That sweet height is just amazing. I hope I captured it well. Good to have your visit. Hugs

Anne-Lise Andresen August 21, 2016 at 5:42 AM - Dear Eileen, a deep and beautiful poem .... with strong yearnings :) - hugs and happy Sunday // Anne-Lise :) Eileen Manassian August 21, 2016 at 12:51 PM Thanks, Sunshine....Yearnings are there to keep us alive. I appreciate the visit, dear one.