I'm a messpot
Things I place I can't spot
I come back so tired from work
To clean the place I shirk
I put it for tommorw
I can't trace if someone has to borrow
I wish someone comes into my life
A friend or a wife
To sort out things and arrange
They will find me strange
I can't help theres something wrong
I can't put things where they belong
To assist someone please come along
I'm hopeless in arranging
For me this job is deranging.
Front Page of Paper
What if new poem I were to start;
Everyone ended up tearing it apart;
Completely re-wrote the whole thing;
Tears to eyes of people did bring.
Who saw an email stammer and stutter?
Become confused by all of the clutter;
How many times will words be changing?
Until they end up mentally deranging.
Not only that, contents can be cruel
Just like you are fighting a big duel
Then back from poem must stand a bit
To see which way words should fit.
Through clutter of poems was carousing
To see which one would be arousing;
My attention was caught as I read a batch
Of poems wondering what could be the catch.
Can you imagine that I got by somehow?
And am a Poet Laureate here and now
And right before my twilight slowly neared
My poems on front page of paper all appeared.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
"Give it time........
It'll be fine.
Give it time.....
It'll be okay."
Don't you say it again!!
Time is that ****
That's chuffing me off from my heaven.
Time is that ****
That's shoving me towards the Hades.
Time is a bulldozer
It's cowering me me with the sound
Time is a depute of Satan
It's depleting and deranging me like first night's fingers
Time is a filthy liquid of a tiny hole
That sometimes comes enormously
That sometimes never gets excited like a reluctant one's........
May you never be on the wanting side of love
The needing side
The reaching side
The “You are my life” side of love.
May you never be on the thirsty side of the love
The withered side
The shriveled side
The “I can’t breathe without you” side of love
May you never be on the tormented side of love
The consuming side
The deranging side
The “I’ll be whoever you want” side of love.
May you never be on the unfulfilled side of love
The desiring side
The coveting side
The “Why don’t you want me?” side of love
May you never be on the bleeding side of love
The crushed side
The scarred side
The “I’m not good enough for you” side of love
Ah, my love, my life, my day, my night…..
My sun, my world, my stars, my light….
May you never be on this side of love
The broken side
The wasted side
The side of love
You’ve left me on
Eileen Manassian Ghali
10/20/2012
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ONE OF MY FAVORITE POEMS!
May you never be on the wanting side of love
The needing side
The reaching side
The “You are my life” side of love.
May you never be on the thirsty side of the love
The withered side
The shriveled side
The “I can’t breathe without you” side of love
May you never be on the tormented side of love
The consuming side
The deranging side
The “I’ll be whoever you want” side of love.
May you never be on the unfulfilled side of love
The desiring side
The coveting side
The “Why don’t you want me?” side of love
May you never be on the bleeding side of love
The crushed side
The scarred side
The “I’m not good enough for you” side of love
Ah, my love, my life, my day, my night…..
My sun, my world, my stars, my light….
May you never be on this side of love
The broken side
The wasted side
The side of love
You’ve left me on
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