Eileen Manassian Poet Rhyme

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The Irony Of- You Said

You named me your treasure
My worth?  “Beyond  measure!”
My presence:  your pleasure,
to feast on at leisure
I believed you

You said, “You’re my flower!
Your passion’s my power! 
My daily LOVE shower...
You scent every hour!"
I believed you

You said I’m your life!
Your amnesia for strife
The drug, "Ebullience: Rife"
The honey coating on knife
I believed you

You said, “You’re my dream
Cherry pie PLUS the cream
My SEXY Extreme!
In the desert, the stream"
I believed you…

You said I’m your muse
I champion your blues
My kisses: life’s clues
on how to win and not lose
I believed you

You said, but I bled
Your words? They’re all dead!
Their ghosts haunting my head
When alone in my bed
I curse...all...you... SAID!

Jade

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Shane Cooper May 10, 2015 at 6:16 PM Hey there my friend, You are back in full passion. a wonderful if very disillusioned write. Remember though there is always love and truth in the world all youhave to do is open your heart to find it. love Shane xxx

Richard Lamoureux May 10, 2015 at 9:28 AM Very effective piece Eileen, I think within each piece of poetry there is at least a granule of truth that provides the connectivity to the emotion within the write. You have done it very effectively here, I can feel the angst.

Connie Marcum Wong May 10, 2015 at 12:35 AM It is so nice to read your words again Eileen. This poem is filled with passion. Sadly I can relate to all the sweet lies. Great writing as usual Eileen! Eileen Manassian May 10, 2015 at 1:20 AM Thanks, dear connie. So good to have a visit from you. :) I appreciate it. Your Constanza was a bonanza of beauty. Hugs

Paul Callus May 9, 2015 at 4:15 PM So good to have you back writing with deep feelings, Eileen! I too made a foray back on Soup with a tentative poem. I hope your thesis is now nearing its end. hugs // paul Eileen Manassian May 9, 2015 at 10:26 PM That was...sometime next week. Silly typo... Eileen Manassian May 9, 2015 at 10:22 PM I read your poem, Paul. It became Poem of the Day. People have missed you here. It is a lovely poem, and you know that your muse is still with you. I can't be back here fully for a while yet. I had a day of reprieve and needed to write some poems that I had started but couldn't finish. My thesis is in the final stages. I'm still hard put until the defense...hopefully some time next well. Thanks for the visit.

David Meade May 9, 2015 at 12:58 PM Empty words, a scorched heart, the ugliness of manipulation and deception . . . your poem vividly depicted the destructive force of this violent storm. Your passion flows once again in your signature write of scorned love. Hugs LO Eileen Manassian May 9, 2015 at 10:27 PM Signature write of scored love.....hmmmmmmmm....I'll write a different poem soon. I still have a bit of time for a breather. Thanks for the visit, David. Read your latest...I'll be by to post a comment. Hugs

Kp Nunez May 9, 2015 at 11:51 AM Words drip with honey and give sustenance, but where the intent is to inflict hurt, they can cause harm or death...of a relationship. Powerful. Another 7. PS. Glad to see you're back in full throttle, Eileen. Lovely avatar. Happy mom's day! HUgs! Kim Eileen Manassian May 9, 2015 at 10:28 PM Thanks for the wishes, Kim. Full throttle...not yet. ;) When this crazy semester is over....perhaps. Thanks for the lovely visit. I appreciate it, dear. Hugs

Tim Smith May 9, 2015 at 9:29 AM Good to see you Eileen...Sometimes words are just words without ant real feeling. we must find the words with feeling...Happy Mother's Day Eileen Manassian May 9, 2015 at 10:37 PM They are hiding....We must play hide and seek? HA HA....I'm tired of playing games, Tim, but thanks for the advice and wishes for Mother's day. Very sweet of you.

Poesy Relish May 9, 2015 at 9:23 AM all those honey coated words and we tend to believe them oh so blindly until the blow is received.... awesome pen as always Eileen.. hugs, nad Eileen Manassian May 9, 2015 at 10:38 PM Thank you, dear. Always good to hear from you....Hugs

Casarah Nance May 9, 2015 at 8:19 AM Oh we all want to hear those words, but they don't stay very long do they? I like the line-the honey coating on the knife- That one stuck out the most for me. Awesome write :) hugs Eileen Manassian May 9, 2015 at 10:38 PM Thanks, Cas. I've lost my enchantment with words. Sorry Sorry state. Thanks for the visit. Always welcome and appreciated. Hugs

Charmaine Chircop May 9, 2015 at 8:11 AM Welcome back sweet Eileen...I really feel lucky to read you again ..big hugs Eileen Manassian May 9, 2015 at 8:12 AM Thanks, Sweetie....It's for today. I've done most of my thesis and will submit it tomorrow night, so tomorrow is a busy day as well. I just needed this day to post a poem or two to get it out of my system. Thanks for the visit and mother's day wishes. I wish you every blessing, dear. Hugs

Nandita Das May 9, 2015 at 7:09 AM Truly a gem. You are such a gifted poet. The depth in your writes is amazing. #7 Eileen Manassian May 9, 2015 at 7:20 AM Thanks, sweetie! I appreciate your kind comment! :) I haven't written for quite some time, so it feels good to be able to post again. Hugs