Eileen Manassian Poet Iambic Pentameter

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Your House of Rhyme

I stand outside your house of rhyme,
          but will not enter in
it was to me, a welcome place
          where love would always win
a place of sweet camaraderie, 
          a place of give and take
It was to me a haven that
          I never would forsake

But now I stand here at the door
          and know this will not be
the place that welcomed me and so
          I turn away to flee
before the walls of sturdy words
          is blurred from tear filled eyes
I take a look through window clear
          that's curtained with the lies

I see inside a cheery glow,
         there burns an ardent fire
Another muse now there resides
         and she is your desire
My words have lost their warming touch
         like stones they lie all dead
and yet one time, they were divine;
         you worshiped them in bed

I turn my back and walk away
         no more a welcomed guest
and though you ask of me to come
         I'll silence your beheast
My heart will not indulge a tear;
         no longer will I weep
Your house of rhyme will one day fall;
         its rubble, I will sweep. 

Eileen Manassian

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Lenny Gazbowski May 12, 2016 at 2:04 PM many levels to your wonderful write Eileen.

Momo Lewis April 27, 2016 at 3:26 PM LOveeeeeeee

Poet Tacito March 26, 2016 at 2:59 PM Relentlessly powerful. A reality we never really prefer and care to embrace. Brighter days, after the rain.

Timothy Hicks March 14, 2016 at 1:59 AM That's one way to wipe the dirt off your shoulders ... when you said "house of rhyme", and I began to read your poem, I thought you were talking about the Soup, and I was like, "NOooo, don't go!" But reading the comments I see that my interpretation might have been incorrect (hopefully). Excellent verse, dear lady. Changes are painful, but sometimes for the better.

Richard Lamoureux March 13, 2016 at 9:16 AM Impressive Eileen, one as amazing as you should never settle for second fiddle. 77777777! Eileen Manassian March 13, 2016 at 12:36 PM :) Thank you, dear. That's a very kind compliment. Blessings....

Paul Callus March 13, 2016 at 8:58 AM The poem itself is beautiful, Eileen, but isn't it sad when somebody we love now has eyes only for someone new!! One day, when the excitement of this new conquest fizzles out, he could be tempted to go back to his former love, but she won't be playing second fiddle!! hugs // paul Eileen Manassian March 13, 2016 at 12:37 PM Yes, it is sad....yet, this is a fact of life. It happens. Happy those who are happy in love. :) Hugs, dear.