Best Eileen Poems
A dedication to Eileen Ghali
for her prolific production of
inspiring work
Willow Tree = Keyboard
And that’s your only clue
Hurricane Eileen - The Storm
As darkness drew nearer
Light falling to drearer
I knew, the night was a foul
The windows were slashed
By her white lightening blast
Down the chimney old windy did howl
By her orchestrates
He rattles the grates
Appears round each gap in the door
Then in comes her rain
Through cracked window pain
As I witness her latest downpour
How the storm fascinates
With the show she creates
And I sit here and watch her for free
Down on the plain
Taking the strain
She batters the gnarled willow tree
Great thunder clouds form
In the head of the storm
And magic arrives in her sky
Come rivers of rain
With nowhere to drain
The water, a flood, rises high
Then happens a lull
To recharge to the full
Takes time out to contemplate
To be cruel or be kind
She rampages her mind
And comes back, at double the rate
With a boom and a crack
Bursts silver from black
A crescendo of noise fills the ear
And the gnarled willow tree
Writhes in ecstasy
By the pulse of her wild atmosphere
Mixed shadows are cast
By her white lightening blast
Her soul, for a while, exposed
For a moment in time
All is in rhyme
Till her story she chooses to close
As her elements soar
They’re at large with a roar
For hours they’ll dance and they’ll play
Blows the hurricane
Driving her reign
Till had, fulfilment of stay
With her forces unleashed
Her passions released
The storm passes over to light
Once more she has shown
By the tantrum she’s sown
Her strength… her power… her MIGHT.
On day full of doom and gloom
With no strength to leave my room
With no hope to look towards light
With darkness closing in at night
I remember…..
When my heart floods with despair
Burdened by my load of care
When the rose has but a thorn
Wishing I were never born
I remember….
When no effort is worthwhile
On my face no trace of smile
When my heart does naught but weep
For a love I cannot keep
I remember….
I remember,
A kingdom in which I reign
Where I banish grief and pain
A kingdom where all is light
With rolling hills, verdant, bright
I tremble….
I smile, for I am a Queen
Only beauty can be seen
Fairies flutter to and fro
Peace and joy is all I know
I tremble….
Yes,
I tremble with sheer delight
My crown glows with heaven’s light
I am loved, and I am free
For a QUEEN resides in me
I remember!!!!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
A poem dedicated to my friend, FLO Thomas, for her poem, The Kingdom of Ghali. I’m hiding away in my room, but the visit to this poem again, to this magical kingdom, brought a ray of light shining in. Love you, Flo! OXOXOXOXO I tease my family and friends that...I'm really a princess. I tell them, "Haven't you gotten that memo?" They all just laugh at me. Now...I have a wonderful comeback. "You won't even see the PRINCESS in me...on Poetry SOUP...I'm a QUEEN!!!!" Oh...the joy of virtual dreams!
Kindness goes a LONG LONG WAY!!!
Water Drops
Waterdrops
Falling from the sky
Waterdrops falling from my eyes
Tumbling down, in sorrow’s depth I drown
If only my waterdrops
Could water your heart
I would drown you with happiness
Giving life a new start
Are waterdrops not the seeds of hope?
In the darkness for years I too did grope
If only my waterdrops
Could whisper the right words
Waterdrops
Washing over the worlds woes
Rainbows hidden in depressions throes
I fall to my knees, in a terrible fright
Waterdrops have conquered
This shining black knight
For how can I save the damsel in distress?
The fiercest of demons, has put me to the test
Waterdrops on roses
Whispering flowers
Winds caressing the darkest of rains
I am left to pray
Longing to see her smile and poetry again
A huge shout out to my dear friend, Eileen, for creating a wonderful memory with this collaboration. There is a vital lesson when moments like this are created: The cure to uncertainty is togetherness. May we all make more memories like this. Friendships, real ones, are a commodity.
Surrounded by impenetrable marble
A stained glass perception
Milks dignity from dilapidated pores
I stare unto retribution’s flame
Gliding softly on waxy façade
Holding the hand of a friend
I hold on,
Strength
Waning
Distorted view of reality
Piercing inner sanctum
Veil of peace
Tranquility
Torn asunder
Set aflame
Melancholic facades
Dripping in hardened tears
Waxy build-up
Inner core of existence
Reality
Licked by burning infernos,
Extinguished
I hold on…
Holding the hand of a friend
We raise eagle’s wing
Banishing oppressive lips
Venomous soliloquies
Tasting alliterated misdirection
Uninvited to solace’s peak
Our time is now
Our time is now!
Our time
Turning hourglass sands
Into horizontal awakenings
This eloquent candle will never wane.
Our strength faces resurgence
Your hands to mine
My soul awakened, revived
Our orange-hued sands of time
Reversing ravages of melting tears
Candle light, incandescent,
Burning
But not melting
On this night
Burning,
But no hesitant flickers,
On this night
Generating heat of bonded hands
Bonded minds
Burning flame of mystery
Light
I hold on to your hand.
This is our time
OUR TIME!
Words set to eternal flame
Oh, yes.
This eloquent candle shall never wane.
©Drake J. Eszes & Eileen Ghali
How silly of you
to think you are silly!
Do you think folks just visit your page
willy-nilly?
Does one come for the show
and leave with all forgotten?
To think this is so
is really quite wanton.
It is too linger in the mouth,
to be savored through out the day.
Uncensored and full of life,
let the pieces fall where they may!
Could it be, Eileen,
that people don't just stop for the rhymes.
But maybe because
through your poems, they see a beautiful mind?
Could it be perchance,
they long for a dance,
through the avenues of a peculiar soul
that isn't copy-and-paste,
without frills and waste,
but in fact is part of the greater whole?
We see glimpses now and then
through your ink and through your pen.
But don't go on believing
that you've let the cat out of the bag, just yet.
(This is Eileen Ghali, after all ... lest we forget!)
In response to Must It Be For Contest.
Romantic dreams flowing from her pen.
From her imagination to the page.
Choose your lover, re-live the dream again.
Perhaps she is a warrior or a sage.
Her creativity has no end.
From her imagination to the page.
Be prepared to have your mind bend.
You'll experience both pleasure and pain.
Her creativity has no end.
She'll show you sunshine soak you in rain.
Let you drink from a lovers fountain.
You'll experience both pleasure and pain.
She will lead you to the highest mountain.
Causing your heart to ache with wanting
You'll experience both pleasure and pain
Her images are real and haunting
Romantic dreams flowing from her pen.
Causing your heart to ache with wanting
Choose your lover, re-live the dream again.
Dedicated to Eileen Manassian, the true Queen of the Romantic Pen.
Written August 15th 2013, modified today as I noticed I broke from form.
Entered into Silent One's "Tibute" Contest.
Eileen and I are cut from the same cloth
Hopeless romantics we two
Oblivious to life's trials and tribulations
It's love that sees us through
Since the world began, it's the driving force
The reason we exist you and I
Thoughts of no longer being able to express
My love brings a tear to my eye
Ask Eileen, she knows what I mean
Her words exude passion and desire
Symbols of what real love is made of
That can set our hearts on fire
What a wonderful place this world would be
If love replaced hate in men's souls
For the first time ever since the beginning of time
We'd be actors in a strange new role
Eileen and I are cut from the same cloth
Hopeless romantics we two
© Jack Ellison 2013
Dedicated to everybody's sweetheart, Eileen Ghali
This Is a Tanka written by Eileen Manassain and reimagined by me by
adding every other verse in order to create Lyrics we could put to music.
please visit Eileen recent page and enjoy This poem in it's original Form.
I want to Thank Eileen for the privilege of working with her on these poems
Nothing seems to last
The present now the past
flowers weep faded petals
Like flaking paint or rusty metal
A faint scent lingers
Upon the barren tips of fingers
once blooming in bright color
Now appear quite smothered
My poems have lost their appeal
No longer things seem real
emotions wither
And darkness comes hither
Wilted words whirl in the wind
Until they blow my way again
bereft of beauty
Void of duty
I strive to remain rooted
In a world so polluted
hoping for droplets of love
Droplets from above
There's a poet named...Eileen
Who's sweet but sure can get mean
So don’t cross her path
Or you’ll taste her wrath
Just tell her, “You are...the QUEEN!”
She tries so hard all to please
You'll get her if you just tease
She is dynamite
Can set you “alight”
She might...your trigger just squeeze!!
She loves a good cuddle too
Loving, she is, through and through
She’s loyal and kind
Though out of her mind
She longs to be friends with you
She loves to write and to bake
Belly dance, jiggle and shake
She's proud of her hair
A proud MAMA BEAR
P Soup just keeps her awake
She can't keep feelings at bay
What she thinks, that's what she'll say
A storm is quite mild
to this tantrum child
Her passion can win the day
Romance is what she's about
Quotations...she likes to spout
Steeped in yesteryear
Where knights are so dear
And true love leaves none in doubt
So try to see her good side
In friends she does take great pride
She’ll give love to you
Make you feel brand new
So take her madness in stride!
For Reginna's Bio Contest
Re-edited March 19, 2014
Poetry: Sentiments and words making love
Sentiments: the unspoken word lingering within
Making Love: Poetry of the mind and body
A mini collaboration with Eileen Manassian
Hot
Sexy
Sensual
My Enchantress
Real
Just Hold Me
She:
Just hold me here close to your heart
Let me stay tranquil a while
This world has wrested my joy away
And has robbed me again of my smile
He:
I will hold you forever, part of my soul
To linger with me until time’s end
I will bring the joy back to your life
Your beautiful smile will transcend
She:
Just keep me here secure in your arms
Blissful and unaware of the strife
There are those around who wish me harm
Be Protector of my heart and life
He:
Forever I keep you safe in my arms
Within my soul you shall dwell
A refuge from the pain of the world
My love shield, your fear will dispel
She:
Calm and soothe me, please, cherish me
And in this haven, let me rest
There is sweetness that here abides
When I am pressed close to your chest
He:
In silent embrace our hearts are one
Find in me comfort and surcease of soul
My love shall buoy you through every storm
As our love the Angels extol
My dearest Enchantress thank you for allowing me to add my pen to your beautiful words. Your heart as always shows through what you write with your quill of gold.
all my love Shane ***
Chaste and Chased – dedicated to Eileen Ghali
Coy sideways glances at the man of your dreams
Holding hands in secret so nobody sees
Amazed more girls don’t act the way you do
Sex before marriage – no you want to remain pure
Total commitment to one man in your life
Even when you’re dating you remain so demure
Always ready to see some bedroom action
Never turning sex down its like some fatal attraction
Devotedly he now pursues
Chase begins with eager anticipation
His heart pounding and heavy respiration
Ardour inflamed by her beauty
She’s sublime and sexy, such a cutie
Eureka is his final thought
Dames sure are naughty when they’re caught
Written by JaDazzle (Jan Allison & Darren Watson)
14th April 2014
Eileen: (A Dream That's Not What It Seems)
I met Eileen inside a dream
Chasing me down a mountain -
Immeasurably old and made of gold
Pouring forth like water from fountains.
Her beauty was rare as angel’s hair
Visible to sentient beings –
She spoke not a word and yet I heard
Her whisper, “I know what you’re seeing.”
She followed me ‘round and all the way down
That mountainous, slippery slope –
Inside of me, all around me
Giving courage, strength and hope.
That the fall I was feeling, spinning and reeling
And lucid as the day is long –
Would pass in a flash straight into the past
And the future in one sweet song.
She told me my names and all of the games
I’ve played since my inception –
Back in the times when love was divine
And darkness was pure perfection.
We crossed a river wide and deep
In a valley far below –
Where cities, towns and people appeared
Many of whom I’ve known.
I saw their struggles, pains and troubles
Laughed and cried their tears –
Living again as family and friends
In other times and years.
She took me north, east, south and west
By way of an ocean breeze –
By ship and train, by horse and plane
Where I’ve never felt so free.
In time and space where there’s a place
We rendezvous in travels –
Between this world we’re living in
And others yet unraveled.
Until she placed my head upon her heart
While cradled in fetal position –
Resting well deep in her spell
Until this world became my vision.
Dear poet Eileen
be not in pain
for it spreads with haste
and bitter it taste
relieve you must
or it makes you daft
for I have felt
its cruel thrust
Its no easy task
to get rid of this mask
which one needs to wear
of pasts tear
Yet we need to try
or else pain will pry
to the inner recess of heart
and will not ever part.