Best Argument Poems
let me make an argument for love you can’t refute
I want to win you
I want you to be convinced
I’m the best thing that there is
give heed to this, my argument of logos
for in that you will find peace
it makes sense
logical
I can satisfy your needs
a good arrangement
I know the empty spaces
of your heart
I will make you whole
completion is within reach
I am here
and what of ethos?
am I credible?
are you scared to trust in me?
afraid you will break
like before
By others who were untrue
stop keeping the score
I am not of the same hue
my color is faithfulness
I will never let you fall
ask anyone to testify of my honesty
ask now
believe
I am the real deal
rest in this my bed of honest devotion
trust me
in my eyes truth lives
I am credible
let my actions of the past now speak to you
dispelling your doubt
I am genuine
never fear
what can compare to pathos?
my all-encompassing love?
the oceans are impotent
the “mighty” waves weak
so unlike the mighty swells of my passion
that pound
that withdraw
only to come crashing down
stronger
Leaving you gasping for breath
pulling you under
again and again
tugging and churning
helpless in my liquid arms
the moon hides
unable to compete with my love for you
shamed by the brilliance
of my devotion
she gathers the stars
my love can illuminate
your way in the darkest night
even the sun is no match
to the fiery heat my passion ignites
wilder than an inferno
hot flares
Oh….so....H O T
it blazes with licking tongues of desire
able to melt your restraint
consuming
let it set you on fire
let it sear your heart
let me smell the scent of your burning body
in my unquenchable flame
I implore you to consider my great love
it is life
it goes beyond life
it is deep
it goes beyond depth
it goes beyond star embroidered veil of night
it goes beyond the horizon of today
tomorrow
and eternity
consider my love
the logos
ethos
and above it all, pathos
let them be my voice
open wide your heart to me
…today
don’t wait
surrender to me
s u r r e n d e r
to...M E
Eileen Manassian Ghali
The Argument has always been,
Who gets to decide what is right?
You think yourself a Sovereign?
Let's examine the Erudite!
"Man should make the sovereign choice,"
The Erudite Scholar will say,
"Unaided by an imagined Voice,
No Crutch to get in his way."
But, alas, the Erudite dies,
And, God's predictions come true,
And, truth that is mixed with lies
Will not solve man's deepest issues.
God's word was made to outlive all,
Yet Satan arrays against it.
He brings with him a captive thrall:
Deceived, depraved, unrepentant.
"Reason demands we must oppose.
We cannot accept His burden."
Truth is spewed into vomit flows
And the Devil's Puke is Chosen.
"Nothing is beyond man's power.
Ignore this god altogether.
There is no god, do not cower.
Our freedoms demand no tether."
"The Nations had better listen.
For My choices will always stand.
Jerusalem and Israel -
Will forever bear My brand.
I give you space, and I give you grace,
For repentance and salvation,
But, opposing Me to my face,
And, I give you ruination.
My rage will be unquenchable,
For Satan and the Nations,
My Messiah, insatiable,
Heaven's armies at their stations.
Once again I will validate,
My choices, My Messiah.
You know this because you have read,
The Book of Zechariah."
Two ravens in the summer dusk
Were, back and forth, debating
From two phone poles, loud and brusque
They kept deliberating
When one gave their rebuttal
The other answered back
But far be it from the kettle
To call the raven black
And while I stood observing
They looked at me askance
A creature undeserving
Of a simple sideways glance
On this one thing they did agree
Those two birds of a feather
And, mocking all humanity
They flew away together.
On the top floor of Smidget’s, you could stay, if you paid,
‘Twas a clean-running place, now, so don’t be dismayed…
‘Twas up there, I’d a run-in with one of the boys,
For his snoring and mumbling had made quite a noise…
“I’ve no wish to fight you,” the bright young man said –
He stared at me then, and I thought I was dead,
For he fingered a knife that he kept in his belt
(I was sure that he wanted my skin and my pelt.)
But Puggily Smidget and Guru appeared,
Things began to look up, it was not as I feared!
For they each had a pistol (one was trained on my head
And one on the youngster who wanted me dead.)
“Now lie down, each one of you,” Prettisome said,
“or each one of you will be a-wishing he’s dead!
We’ll shoot off your noses, and shoot out your ears,
And then leave you looking like that all your years!”
So, I laid down my club, and he dropped his bright knife,
And each one of us muttered and prayed for his life.
But pretty soon, Smidget was whistling a tune,
(It was one she’d picked up from the downstairs saloon)
And Prettisome (who was her mother, it seems)
Came and knocked us both out, pistol-whip: “boys, sweet dreams!”
Then, when we came to, we were both wearing aprons,
And Prettisome said, “get out there, serve the patrons!”
Out there, twenty cowboys, as rough as I’d seen,
Were calling for whiskey, and each man looked mean,
But the boy and I poured out, again and again,
Until, of the twenty, not sleeping, were ten.
So, I picked up the OUZO, and poured THEM all some,
And they all drank it off, and their lips all turned numb,
And their eyes glazed a bit, and they fell to the floor
Except one old geezer, who wanted some more…
The boy and I crept out, then, near silently,
And met to continue our brawl ‘neath a tree
But it seemed, by that time, that his anger was spent,
And mine? Well, I couldn’t have said where it went…
“I’ve no wish to fight you,” the young man then said,
“Nor I, you,” I replied, and he pulled some old bread
From a pocket he had, just inside of his coat,
And we had bread, with OUZO, to wet a dry throat…
3/1/2019
Some love provoking the comfortable
Raising the ire of those set in their way
Stirring up tension among the implacable,
Start embers glowing, then walk away.
They wear the smirk of self-satisfaction,
Troublemakers are consistently annoying
Making inane arguments for a reaction,
Argument for argument’s sake enjoying.
Nasty creatures they who poke the fire
Leaving disgruntled feelings in their wake,
Seems they always want to nurture ire
Between their companions discord make.
With every intention to walk unscathed
While hurting feelings of foes and friends
Ever quick to fan the flames at issues raised
Then especially reluctant to make amends.
Written September 24, 2022
“Compromise is only a weakness between two who are unwilling to work together”.
In the tapestry of love, two souls entwined,
Marriages, a journey to perfect, beautifully designed.
Imperfect hearts melding in a dance,
A union of flaws, a second chance.
Discussion, the compass in the maze of the mind,
Seeking the truth, the answers to find.
Not to overpower, nor to lay blame,
But to illuminate the path, the passion's flame.
Arguments, not battles, but lessons to learn,
Discovering truths, for wisdom to earn.
In the clash of opinions, let insight arise,
A bridge to understanding, where empathy lies.
Yet, in compromise, a shadow may fall,
When unwilling hearts build a dividing wall.
A weakness not inherent, but a choice to sever,
The ties that bind, a bond to endeavor.
Silent kitchen
Near the empty sink
A broken teacup
With the onset of earth
man became birthed
perplexed, he pondered his purpose
swamped with wildlife
fish and birds rife
am I meant to run a circus?
I'll need entertainers
and animal trainers
a tent constructed of kelp
moreover, an audience
to add due ambiance
where to start? "Oh, heaven help!!"
"Howdy there
was that a prayer?
Please call me Master or my pet name King
May I call you Adam
short for Macadam
the nickname has a rather cute ring."
"Master, is my purpose
to start a circus?"
"Of sorts but not quite, progenitor ace
I'll gift you a wife
for furtherance of life
but pray don't fall foul of my grace?"
"Nice round to my buns
but I'm still half-done
my titties are dry and flat as a deck
no ring in my bell
nuts without shell.
Will my partner be built to full spec?"
Adam and Eve
were both naive
lacking in sex education
their juicy parts hidden
and some fruit forbidden
their order was tall: create a world nation
Eve, foolish girl
gave it a whirl
succumbed to the charm of a snake
Adam lost flavor
when he sought favor
she begged off; invented the headache
Adam had to release
his lust appease
sans sex dolls and movies tinged blue
a hard task at hand
he took a firm stand
the first argument ever ensued:
"Your sordid affair's
neither here nor there
admittedly there's a hole in my pride
at being deceived
but now I'm aggrieved
my own conjugal rights are denied."
an argument ends
the clear marble shoots straighter
than the aggie
A common mistake,
a misunderstanding,
too much to take,
there's no clear landing.
Guards go up,
but walls come down
in a mess of words
thrown all around.
A sticky situation
is all that they have,
no reconciliation
can fix the bad.
When the mind's disease is hate,
it flows through veins unchecked.
I'm just a voice in the midst of darkness, striking a match.
A light for minds seeking refuge from storms,
to lift a crying child above the swollen stream,
that may sweep us away.
People are angry, the Earth shakes, lightning flashes,
a child cries, crowds move as rivers,
their murmuring sounds become louder.
Confusion fills cups they carry, fear fills lung's every breath,
between rage and reason.
Demons rise to shackle the fragile soul,
bringing evil from those claiming purity.
Frightened hearts beat louder at the source,
bubbling from wells of self-righteousness,
marching in step with flags unfurled,
demanding all follow their graveled path.
A scythe they wield sweeps, cutting the marrow of all who question.
The multitude moves swiftly, confiscating freedom in freedom's name.
Who dare stands, to lift the crying child from the crowd's grasp?
Giving hope, from madness. as the stalk of democracy burns brown,
withering from a drought of common sense.
While a mob demands to rule.
STOP!
The World cries out
Your killing me
As you rape my land
And pollute my sea
Wasn't it Gods plan for man
To take care of me
If we try I'm sure we can
Live in harmony
WHY!
The Man cries out
Are you always blaming me
Can't you see the progress I've made
Through my abilities
Why is it you think I am
Your worst enemy
Do you really think you'd be better off
If I packed my bags and leave
WHAT!
The World cries out
Have you gone insane
My life here was pristine
Till you gave your soul away
Look at the mess I'm in
Of course you are to blame
I've had it up to here
With all your silly games
WHOA!
The Man cries out
Let me tell this to you
I've got this little game right here
I like to call the nuke
Believe me I'm not afraid
To use it's full force on you
You need to apologize right now
Before I turn it loose
GO AHEAD!
The World cries out
Why should I even live
When all you want from me
Is what it is that I can give
So give it your best shot, Man
And untie the noose
Let's see who will survive
Your little game of nuke
after the argument in heaven
consent shall be given
for everyone to move
to move below or above
then gifts shall be eleven
Of course I agree with free speech
And the right of people to have their say,
But why can’t people be more reasonable,
And see it my way?
People accuse me of being argumentative
And of enjoying a good old verbal fight,
But I never argue with anyone,
I just explain to them why I’m right!
I justify my debating standpoint,
As if from the lyrics of some corny song:
I could agree with you …
But then we’d both be wrong!
Can one not speak in verse to the page?
As if it were Darwin instead of David?
The words would flow better,
and not be hyperboled from California to the Atlantic.
That act of styling would not work well.
Well, not in this sense of Socrates opposed to Tom Cruise.
The words would be simpler,
and with that, be a strike in the baseball game of wordsmiths.
Can this be rhetorical?
Only if the force of gravity on the moon is
six times lighter than on Earth.
This poem on politics of poetry shall be written in verse.
Only allowing the meaning to be mass, and the structure, weight.