Eileen Manassian Poet Free verse

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To Bloom In Red Flame

Underneath all the layers
Of tradition
Of religion 
Of philosophy
Of reason and understanding
I smolder
In passion's pleasure bed of red
Paroxysms of pleasure
Emanate from my core
Searing the shroud
Flames of fantasy's feast burn
Yearning I yearn and lie in wait
In my ambuscade 
with the relish to ravish ravaging 
every fiber 

Conceived in the throes of passion
My conception is my perception of life
Woven into my being
I’m prisoner to pleasure monomania
Obsession of desire hysteria
My cacoethes:  gratification gratified
Thus, I scintillate sparks
Riding on my satin flares
They captivate your stare

You see me
Feeling the heat of sultry flame
You want to play scorch torch game
So your reach out to touch
Mere kindling in my blazing wake
You quake as I slake your florid fantasy awake
Convulsing in temptation’s torment
You combust to lust
Consummating till consumed
Eliciting my passion flower bloom
In opulent oriental room
You swoon
Exertion exhausted
Gratification’s glory gained
Having tasted my reign
Revived, you leave
Yet…
My image I’ve seared
On your flesh and mind
Branded, you’ll find
Your way back to me
Slave to my passion's decree
You’ll come to me

And I retreat
Enshrouded once more
In virgin layers
Of tradition
Of religion
Of philosophy
of reason and understanding
Biding my time
when sensuality sublime
calls me
to bloom in her red flame

~*~*~*~again~*~*~*~

Eileen Manassian 

This is a repost that has over a thousand views. Just trying to remind myself of the glory days. I seem to be unable to write at the moment....and poets can be a strange lot. If you don't post...you're forgotten, at least by most. The feeding frenzy is for words..and if you're empty, you are neglected.  I'm glad I have friends who visit my older works even when I'm not around. I need to cultivate this spirit in my life because I know what it's like not to be visited....

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Robert Lindley September 6, 2015 at 7:14 AM Thanks for posting this again because it deserves to be read by poets. My first time reading this poem and I find it to be so powerful in its message and its delivery! Evoking sweet, tender and very hot images of love's passion! Bravo!!!!!

Anu Nayak September 4, 2015 at 12:30 PM Awesome dear Eileen........thanks for reposting.....its such a fabulous poem....adorable ....no wonder even if it crosses million views...a 7!!!will add to my favourites......you are queen of poems dear........love, Anu:-) Eileen Manassian September 5, 2015 at 7:51 PM Thanks, my dear Anu, for your visit to my poem, To Bloom in Red Flame. I do so appreciate your visits. You always leave lovely words of encouragement, dear. Hugs

Kp Nunez September 4, 2015 at 9:44 AM Wow. This is another reason why you are dubbed the Soup's queen of passion, Eileen. You went beyond the feel of the subject treated it with such sensitivity so the reader enjoys fully the fine piece of poetry. A very enjoyable read! hugs! Eileen Manassian September 4, 2015 at 9:48 AM Thanks, Kim. It is a repost. I just am coming up with....nothing! It's so funny. Now...now that I'm on holiday and I have time....nothing comes to mind to write. I posted something old...also the write before this one is one of my deleted poems. We will see how things go. Thanks for the visit. Hugs, my dear.

Jaycee Cervenka September 4, 2015 at 8:49 AM Eileen, I was not around when this was posted the first time, but it is easy to see why it received so many views. It's form is a jumble of styles and mechanisms that echo the frenzy of passion well. The war between who we are and who we think we should be is often there, and I think this is especially true for women with strong religious and social pressures. Definite 7 and fave. Jan Eileen Manassian September 4, 2015 at 8:53 AM Thank you for your kind comment, Janet. I'm touched by the time you took to read and see the deeper meanings portrayed here. I did enjoy reading your poem and your wonderful use of personification. I didn't get that it was about cancer until you reposted that in the title. I can see it now...the falling tresses. So deep. I appreciate the visit, dear. Blessings.

Charmaine Chircop September 4, 2015 at 3:08 AM Hi dear Eileen... Lately I had such few time free to read and I got hooked in blogs ..so sorry if my visits werent often..yet you are in my nightly prayers always. This poem is one of your best..Yes beyond religion and philosophies our passuonate soul burns deep..Such a beautiful poem..No wonder you are my fav poet of passion.A fav Eileen Manassian September 4, 2015 at 8:54 AM My dear, no worries. I know your heart ....and it is made of gold, Charma. I know that. I'm glad to know that you like my passionate writes. It means a great deal to me. You write with such finesse in your lines. Hugs, my dear.

Andrea Dietrich September 3, 2015 at 9:44 PM I don't recall I saw this one before. this is a great symbolic write, for what "lies beneath!!" You have a great wealth here of alliteration and other cool literary devices! I especially enjoyed the way you summarized this one at the end. Eileen Manassian September 4, 2015 at 8:55 AM Thanks, Andrea....Wouldn't you know it....I have time on my hands and an empty mind. Unable to write as yet. Hope it passes. Thanks for the lovely post. Hugs

Afolabi Muideen September 3, 2015 at 3:27 PM A write that seduce the reader to read and re-read, a well and an excellent write...I love the truth revealed....we are known only when we are there....A.M. Eileen Manassian September 4, 2015 at 8:56 AM :) Thanks ever so much, Afolabi. I enjoyed writing this piece...I'm glad you enjoyed reading it.

Richard Lamoureux September 3, 2015 at 9:45 AM My pleasure Eileen! Hugs Rick. Eileen Manassian September 3, 2015 at 12:08 PM Rick....Please read Laura Leisure blog.....philosophical...questioning.Please...you need to share your faith...

Laura Breidenthal September 3, 2015 at 2:39 AM This is worth reading over and over... you had me with every word, Eileen. This is a masterful poem!! I love that you bring back the "virgin layers"... I adore your work. You will never be forgotten! Always, Laura Eileen Manassian September 3, 2015 at 2:46 AM Thank you, dear. I have been forgotten, many a time. That is life....I guess we just have to send out reminders like this time and again. :) Thank you for your visit to my work. This is one of my fiery pieces. I love to write of passion and sensuality. I believe it is the ultimate and the essence of life.

Justin Bordner September 3, 2015 at 12:57 AM This is the difference between a girl and a woman, a tramp and a Queen, a nymph and a Goddess. You are the savagery, strategy, silk, and sweetness of Seduction primordial Beloved Poetess, irresistible and, oh so uncontrollable. Every virtue of the craft of Poetry is alive and exemplified in this Masterpiece Eileen...J.A.B. A FAV!!! Eileen Manassian September 3, 2015 at 2:54 AM You honor me with your words, Justin. What I have always found so attractive in your words is that they are larger than life. You live life in the superlative mode. I live in my poetry...It is where I can also live out the epic. Thank you for your kindness to me.

Paul Callus September 2, 2015 at 4:49 PM As lovely and passionate as when I first read this beauty, Eileen! You did well to repost, not that you'll be forgotten, but because new poets will get the chance to partake of the powerful tempting offerings of this write. Take care. Hugs // paul Eileen Manassian September 3, 2015 at 3:00 AM Thank you, Paul. You are very sweet. It is part of being a poet. People want the words...the words...the words. If you have none to give....you are forgotten; hence, you repost. At least that is what I do. Not able to write of late. Will see how things go. Thanks for the positive spin you put in your comment. Much appreciated. Hugs

Nette Onclaud September 2, 2015 at 12:49 PM this sense of abandon is deeply marked in my mind, eileen... your passion for life is always aflame.. i'm sure you will find new inspiration from this one.. huggs Eileen Manassian September 3, 2015 at 3:01 AM Let's hope so, dear. We will wait and see what happens. I think these last few days have been very emotional ones for me, and I just need some recovery time....Meanwhile....old poems will have to do the trick. Thanks for the lovely visit. Hugs

Richard Lamoureux September 2, 2015 at 12:46 PM You are far from empty my dear. Based on the number of poems you have in the top 100 I would say you are far from forgotten as well. I do however enjoy reading this ooh la la delicious piece again. Hugs Rck Eileen Manassian September 3, 2015 at 3:04 AM That reference in my poem was to you, Richard. You visit my older writes when I'm not around.....letting me know I've been missed. I'm blessed with your friendship. That is just part of the reason why you are my favorite poet. The other part....is that I love everything you write. :) Thanks for your kind words. Ooh la la delicious is what I need to read today. Hugs

Constance La France September 2, 2015 at 10:29 AM Eileen, I like to repost old poems also and you selected a beautiful one. We all get writers block from time to time, it cannot be forced and what you say in your note is so true, we are easily forgotten when out of view except for the few who are dedicated to us and your images selected for this poem are truly wonderful and thanks for visiting my poetry ~~ Eileen Manassian September 2, 2015 at 10:32 AM I'm putting you in my favorite poet folder, Constance. You write with heart and soul, and I so love that about a poet. Thank you for your kind visit and words. That poem about Richard Lamoureux was phenomenal. I don't know if I can match what you write if I join the contest. You've done so well. :) Hugs

Demetrios Trifiatis September 2, 2015 at 4:40 AM An inferno of passion that seldom anyone would be able to quench! Inviting and provoking, dear Eilleen! A seven! Eileen Manassian September 2, 2015 at 10:59 AM Thank you, my dear poet. I like the word inferno...yes, passion can be an inferno...ever blazing. I appreciate your visit. Filakia