Eileen Manassian Poet Rhyme

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You Love Your Poetry

You love your poetry
much more than you love me
the cadence of each rhyme
a convoluted crime!!!
Each "form" a great delight
but I'm kept out of sight
You have no thought for me
But love your poetry

You write with passion, soul
to charm the throng, your goal
the syllables so.... sweet
are like a tasty treat
With sugar laden line
you write of thoughts sublime
But this is plain to see
You love your poetry...

Then take it now to bed
Make sure your rhyme you wed
Make love to it at night
I'll keep just out of sight
the rhythm will not please
no sexy "form" to tease
the letter curves won't fill
your finger's need to thrill
the words won't rock desire
nor will you taste the fire
of senses in a spin
though top prize you may win
you'll lie alone in bed
no bosom for your head

Though you love poetry
It can't compare to ME!!!

Eileen Manassian Ghali

A person can be jealous about anything his/her loved one is passionate about, be it music, sports, photography, or....poetry. I got a kick out of writing this one! :) It's the revenge of the one jilted by that obsessive passion of the loved one....

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CayCay Godwin December 13, 2015 at 6:47 PM Well done! CayCay

Funom Makama October 13, 2015 at 7:51 AM longest time friend. You've just exhibited to the highest quality exactly what I have missed in here for months. Your lines are so exciting and your words are each having that second hand of drawing me back to them again and again and again irrespective of how many times I have gone through them. Its nice to be home and you are part of the reason I have this refreshing feeling. A definite 7. Cheers!

Robert Nehls October 8, 2015 at 7:34 AM Hi Eileen. This is such a great poem that certainly rings with truth. I'm sure there are many that have had to deal with the obsessive writer. I'm know that I fall into that category from time to time. Very creative and a bit of an educational eye opener. This is a 7 and will go into my favorites. Loved it, my friend.... Robert.

September 28, 2015 at 10:23 AM So rhythmical, so critical, very creative. I pity the poet and his poetry...but I guess you're now all his poetry! Oops! I'm a poet! I had better watch out lest to bed I go all alone with my poetry...so cold you know! Hahahaaa....smart work Eileen. Thumbs up. Eileen Manassian September 28, 2015 at 11:22 AM OH dear....well, isn't this intriguing. You are nameless, that I see....and herein is the mystery. I cannot fathom, what you mean....until your name and pic I've seen. So, go to bed and try to sleep, but pray the ghouls won't make you weep. Pay to your muse what is her due, so she'll not come to bother you! :) Thanks for the visit, Mr Nameless....

Paul Callus September 27, 2015 at 3:50 PM I know what you are getting at, Eileen, but couldn't his passionate poetry have been inspired by his beloved woman?! If she knew that she would not be jealous, but would encourage him to compose more lovely 'poetry' when they're together. Hugs // paul Eileen Manassian September 27, 2015 at 11:31 PM Hmmmmmmmm.....well, you do give a new angle to this I hadn't thought of, dear. Perhaps that is just wistful thinking!? It's a lovely thought though. To be a muse is a sweet sweet privilege. Must get ready for classes, but I will surely visit you soon, partner!

Justin Bordner September 27, 2015 at 3:02 AM Whether by will of words, the sweet tempest of touch, or by the dance of dreams love lives, and prevails in the heart. This be the logos of love. I love the passionate way that you educate me. No word compares to the heat of your love's flare...J.A.B. Eileen Manassian September 27, 2015 at 5:31 AM I'm a good teacher, Justin. This I've been told.... one of the most popular where I work. I'm glad you see me in this light, Eagle. I'm also glad you've alighted on these words. Your comments are ever welcome....as well you know. Hugs

Robert Lindley September 26, 2015 at 11:13 AM I wonder sometimes if my wife harbors such thoughts! A very fine poem and a delight to read your creativity and poetic insight! Super 7 on this gem my friend. Eileen Manassian September 26, 2015 at 12:12 PM I'm sure she does....it is human nature. :) Thanks for reading this poem, Robert. I haven't been as active on Soup of late. Busy busy busy....Always appreciate your visits.

Casarah Nance September 26, 2015 at 6:06 AM I got a kick out of reading this one Eileen, that last couplet, a nice slap in the face for the one who loved the other... :) Eileen Manassian September 26, 2015 at 12:13 PM Hello, Dear....revenge is a favorite theme of mine....Not a new one. I have several with this sort of twist at the end. :) I really thing TPS should include revenge in their topics category. Thanks for the visit. Hugs

Richard Lamoureux September 26, 2015 at 5:41 AM Oops I almost forgot, I'll trade you an "e" for an "r" change you to your in the last line of the first stanza. This was truly a "breathe" of fresh air. Eileen Manassian September 26, 2015 at 12:13 PM Thanks, Richard. :) Always good to have someone have your back. I appreciate it. Hugs

Richard Lamoureux September 26, 2015 at 5:38 AM Ha ha, this is so clever Eileen. I love writing but give me the love and affection of my sweetie and poetry is quickly forgotten. Eileen Manassian September 26, 2015 at 12:14 PM I guess music was a sort of mistress to people like Mozart. Passion and obsession for poetry is the same, I guess. Thanks for the visit....

Alexis Y. September 26, 2015 at 3:27 AM Eileen, I enjoyed this piece very much. You are such a gifted and talented writer. Each line and every verse was good but the third stanza and your last line" Though you love poetry it can't compare to Me" just wowed me. Excellent job!:-)Alexis 7 Eileen Manassian September 26, 2015 at 12:15 PM :) Thanks, Alexis. You always have kind words for me, and I really do appreciate it. I'm glad you liked this piece. Haven't been on as much. Will be by to visit you soon. Hugs

Demetrios Trifiatis September 26, 2015 at 3:16 AM My dearest Eileen, if I were he, I would have answered with these words: " Be not jealous of my poetry for my poetry is you!" Excellent. A7 Eileen Manassian September 26, 2015 at 12:16 PM :) What a lovely sweet compliment, my dear poet. I'm touched. Efkharisto....I'm longing for Greece again. I will not pass to the grave without seeing Lakovitos. Filakia.