Eileen Manassian Poet Quatrain

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You Think Me Silly- a Rant

You think me silly and verbose
When love is on my mind…
Fickle fickle full of fluff
Love sick, crazy, blind

Deviant...defiant 
Sexually overcharged
Big picture oblivious
And from your life discharged

You read my lines and smirk a while
And think, “Oh dear, Hee Hee!”
But when it comes right down to it
You wish you were like me (Women)
You'd jump in bed with me (men)

It might have a one track mind
But of that I am glad
Life has enough to bring me down
Enough to make me sad

I write of love and passion
And feelings so sublime
You don’t need to read me
Nor be a friend of mine!

But of this I am certain
Of this I’m ever proud
Passion is my heartbeat
l let it beat OUT LOUD!

If you don’t like sultry
Want nature writes and such
There’s someone else to read
So, thank you very much!

Eileen

Started on this poem some time ago, but left it unfinished. Not in the mood for something new, so I picked this one up and finished it. I don't JUST write about passion and romance and love, but....it is what I love best. I've accepted who I am and I will fight to preserve my identity. I'm tired of a world of people who are judgmental and stuffy....people who don't know how to FEEL and CELEBRATE passion. Thanks for reading.

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Richard Lamoureux March 13, 2021 at 8:17 AM I have not visited this piece for 6 years and it feels like I read it yesterday. I also enjoyed your response to my comment. Hugs Rick.

Shane Cooper March 4, 2015 at 11:40 PM My wonderful Encantress your passion is what inspires me more oft than not to put pen to paper. And what in this grey world has more meaning and colour than the heart and soul of a beautiful, passionate, woman! You should declaim the joy of your magnificent heart from the highest tower for all to see! Remember that the words of love that you pen, like a handfull of seeds tossed into the wind some will fall on fertile ground to grow and prosper and in their turn declare the beauty of love. Eileen Manassian March 5, 2015 at 11:06 PM :) I'm delighted to be a source of inspiration for you, Shane. I'm glad to think my words are like seeds. What a wonderful analogy, Shane. I'm so pleased with your visit and post. You bring me joy. About to get ready to go to class....Be blessed, my dear. Hugs

Ilene Bauer March 4, 2015 at 11:12 AM i'm so glad you finished this poem, eileen! it describes YOU so perfectly and i love the ending. it's great to acknowledge what's important to you and be able to express it so beautifully... Eileen Manassian March 4, 2015 at 10:26 PM Ilene, your support and friendship mean a great deal to me. I'm so grateful for your visit and post. I'll be popping by soon. Hugs

Emile Pinet March 4, 2015 at 9:57 AM An outpouring of emotions that surges up from the heart and splashes against the page taking us to the magic of your mind filled with passionate thoughts. Emile. #7 Eileen Manassian March 4, 2015 at 10:29 PM Emile, I'm so glad that you have come to read and post a comment of support. It means a great deal to me. Thanks ever so much! :)

Charlotte Puddifoot March 4, 2015 at 9:14 AM you tell 'em! it's good to rant! I'm the same with leaving poems unfinished, bad habit of mine, I'll pick them up a while after and complete them, I've loads half finished...alas health probs continuing, traumatic experience being sectioned under mental health act last week, I'm out again now thank goodness, still getting over it, I'll soup mail you when I feel able - hugs, charlotte Eileen Manassian March 4, 2015 at 9:15 AM OH, Sweet....You're in my thoughts. I do care deeply for you....Please, please get better.....XOXOXOXO Thanks for stopping by. Was so happy to read a write from you earlier.

Richard Lamoureux March 4, 2015 at 8:25 AM People go a lifetime and never figure out who they are. It is good you know yourself and feel free enough to express that part of your being. I believe it is an important part of you but I see so much more as well. Eileen Manassian March 4, 2015 at 8:34 AM Of course, there is more, Richard. There is so much more. When you've burned the roof of your mouth...your tongue goes over and over it....soothing it...It's like it says..."This is where it hurts." Sure, there is more to life...but even spiritual matters spring from love and devotion. One of my favorite verses in the Bible is..."Your Maker is your husband." The word for KNOWING God is the same Hebrew word that is used for the sexual union between man and wife. In English the closes word to the Hebrew is CLEAVE. God put these feelings in us....His relationship with us is based on intimacy, not just head knowledge. Yes...there is more to me that passion. Passion translates into EVERYTHING, Richard. Thanks for your thoughts.

David Meade March 4, 2015 at 8:19 AM I study passion at your feet -- (hey, you have nice feet, I want to kiss . . .) ah, sorry, I am very visual . . . what I was saying is passion is a gift that our creator has given us -- its what makes us human. To love another with our words, eyes, hands, tongue, bodies . . . is a creative act . . . and that, that is what makes your words special . . . we need them -- LO. Eileen Manassian March 4, 2015 at 8:24 AM :) Thanks, David. Glad you passed by to read this silly rant of mine. It isn't the first of its kind, nor will it be the last. As long a I have breath, I will write about passion and love. I see everything through these lenses. When I eat something decadently sweet, you see it on my face and in my expressions...MMMMMmmmm, I'm enjoying it. My daughter tells me off sometimes, but...it's a natural reaction. :( Wish I were wired differently...I suffer for it. About the pic? Yes....I pulled it sideways to give the lady some.....substance. You don't eat a stake that has no meat on the bone so why shouldn't women be the same? Ok....that's it. Thanks for dropping by.

Demetrios Trifiatis March 4, 2015 at 7:06 AM Poetry without passion, poetry it is not! No matter what we write, feelings should come first! The only one we should please when we write is ourselves then the rest! Write as you feel like, dear Eileen, as long as your passion is there and your heart is burning, there is nothing to worry! Passionate writing! Eileen Manassian March 4, 2015 at 8:15 AM Katalavenis meh, Demetri. Kseris....efkharisto. Ese san enas Angelos sten zoe mou. Then exo perisotero na po....An ese les then berazi aufto pou grapho...endaxi....tha eremeso lego. Efkharisto....Filakia

Charmaine Chircop March 4, 2015 at 5:47 AM Yes let us celebrate passion in every way Eileen..for in everything We do passion has an important role.Even something as simple as cooking a plate of pasta taste differently when one does it just to do it.It would lack spices and taste.I do love the way you write Eileen..You are a hot and sweet spice in our soup : )..Hugs. Eileen Manassian March 4, 2015 at 8:16 AM Thank you sweetie....Not all are as kind and understanding as you. I'm fighting against my confines...cultural, religious, social....I'm tired. Thanks for your compassion. Sometimes I wish I had a heart of stone.

Kp Nunez March 4, 2015 at 3:34 AM I echo Jan's thoughts, Eileen. You have a style all your own, a hard one to duplicate, if I may say so. We may feel exactly the same thing toward a subject, but our way of expression will always be different. Your love and passion for poetry and life in general speak volumes to us your fellow poets. For that, you have my respect and admiration. Life at Soup is stimulating because of you and many others who, like you, have so much love and passion for poetry, expressed in their own way. You are loved. Hugs!!! Kim Eileen Manassian March 4, 2015 at 8:20 AM Yes...different ingredients in this soup. That's why we have our favorite poets. I need your humor, Jan...I'm too sappy and depressed. Thanks for the vote of confidence. I need it. I lash out when I'm hurt. Not the right way to behave, I know, but....can't teach an old dog new tricks. Hugs Eileen Manassian March 4, 2015 at 8:18 AM Thanks, Kim. I appreciate your kindness to me. Blessings. I'm kind of stuck with what to write. I have a rebellious streak in me that won't let me succumb to what the world expects of me. I vent in poetry...I'm glad for those who care enough to understand. Thank you.

Jan Allison March 4, 2015 at 2:43 AM We all write in different styles and on different subjects Eileen - to me you are the 'queen of passion and romance' - I try to write with humour - if people don't like what we write - simple they don't have to read it - never change we love you just the way you are!!!! Hugs jan xxx 7 xx Eileen Manassian March 4, 2015 at 8:35 AM Yes...different ingredients in this soup. That's why we have our favorite poets. I need your humor, Jan...I'm too sappy and depressed. Thanks for the vote of confidence. I need it. I lash out when I'm hurt. Not the right way to behave, I know, but....can't teach an old dog new tricks. Hugs

Honestly J.T. March 4, 2015 at 1:34 AM I like your poetry too Eileen. I'm reluctant to post a particular poem I've written because the Soup has a rule against it. Anyway, Good poem -JT Eileen Manassian March 4, 2015 at 8:35 AM You can share it with me, JT. SOUPMAIL me. I loved the collab we did together. Thanks for reading me....I appreciate your visits. :)

Tim Smith March 3, 2015 at 11:44 PM I do like your sultry writes of love and passion Eileen.... Hugs Tim