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She blames the woman and feels good
but the truth's misunderstood
She didn't give him what she should
She bears the blame
She blames the woman and feels fine
In anger sees him wine and dine
How did he let "her" cross the line...
He bears the blame
the blame must rest where blame is due
Integrity's not something new
If truth is what she really knew
She'd blame her man
Eileen Manassian
Footnote:
If your man
sniffs up someone else's skirt
Yank on his collar
Don't blame the woman
for smelling sweet
blame the man
for wanting another treat
Women tend to be vicious in blaming others when their men stray. A man of integrity will not stray. No affair takes place in a vacuum. No woman can "steal" a man if the man hasn't come searching or hasn't shown a green "go head" sign. Where does the blame lie? Does it lie with Brad Pitt or Angelina Jolie who fell in love during the filming of Mr and Mrs Smith. Brad was married at the time to Jennifer Aniston....Rachel on friends. Will we ever know? Questions....questions. FYI....I love Jennifer!! I'm a Friends Fanatic.
the colors swirl, blend in a furious vortex.
stripped of his royal robe, thrown
into a desiccated cistern,
Israel would fill that well
with his tears.
Years later in Ramah,
his mother —
Rachel would weep.
Why O Why
the sacrifice?
one child breathes —
to Egypt they would flee.
the little martyrs keep watch
as the Bethlehem babe matures.
amazed —
witnesses to the greatest
sacrifice that saved them from unfettered fate.
the cost of mankind —
the pregnant sin,
a cancerous growth
that gifts…
that Christmas child —
his heart a solo star.
his blood and tears spar
with the curse.
healing of the earth,
happily ever after.
12/3/2018
The tulips are too excitable, it is Winter here.
—Sylvia Plath (Tulips)
Like Tulip-beds of different shape and dyes,
bending beneath the invisible west-wind’s sighs.
—Thomas Moore
Roses propose to plentiful hearts, but my soul
rushes headlong into a waterfall of tulips.
—Quote by Poet
*Rachel Ruysch - most acclaimed tulip painter
of the Dutch Golden Era
ODE TO TULIPS
tulips a treat, with trippy leaves,
a fan over roses, a relief from grief.
this delightful Dutch-y sends me.
blotched sepals amidst pastels
of Spring, in perky pink,
purple pleasure, youthful yellow.
this dandy, fellow of a flower,
full of power to please, or Plath.
Sylvia’s sentiments, a nod
of regret, blinding, grieving.
opposite of my pet. my perpetual
love knots binding me in happiness,
romantic rendering sealed with a kiss.
vainglorious leaves sans thorns,
luscious darlings to stroke. effervescent
brilliance in a clear vase of water.
ostentatious presentation of Ruysch.*
florid field of treasures appeal to my eyes,
a sea of tulips as far as the eye can see.
Dutch-y draw near, your ship overflows,
in Miss Universe’s arms, cradled in a bride’s.
A lot of guys get lost in your eyes
But I found myself in those depths that galaxies rest in
Your eyes hug the stars and sprinkle glitter for their shimmer when the sun wants to shine
I didn't know it then but when momma would sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star it was a love song
Because I'm one of the dots to your constellation, and the others are the children
Not known by Rachel but I know
How fast you can make 7 years turn into a few days
God forgive me, I know I'm not supposed to look directly at you
But your daughter has your eyes, and I can't stop staring
She helps me stay centered with you when I get full of myself
Seeing myself in her is one of my favorite things, because it's a moment of Trinity
God eyes saying straighten up son
Her eyes whisper I love you
My eyes catch us with His hands and hold her heart
Followed by, I love you too
Our eyes share an embrace that never let’s go in silence
Anyone who sees the way you look at me, hears the softness of a love song
They covet the way my eyes hold you like I hold the hand of our child
Their eyes have never seen a sight that sounded so pure
I can't help but smile when I see your eyes talk about us
p.s. your eyes make the best ASMR...
Here’s to all my champions, yes you, this is my thing
You are the yam, cocoa, breadfruit, cornmeal dumpling
Pumpkin, dasheen, and potato, in my pot of soup
An excellent, poetic, supportive, pen loving group
You, David Smalling, make my day most bright
With Audrey, you encourage me to put forth a good write
Sweetheart Linda, love her spirit, says such sweet things
Constance, Sara, Wilma, Doris and Carolyn, you give me wings
Carol, Andrea, Thvia, Nette, Joyce, John Freeman, Dr Ram
L’nass, John Loving iii, Poet Destroyer, the best with a slam
Monica, Nikko, Francine, SKAT, HGarvey, Nate, Chris, Sheri, Carrie
Catie, Noel, Rachel, Robert, Matthew, Walayee, sweet like cheery
Susan, Adell, Fabiyas, Sena, Sylvia, Sharon, Ralph, it is true
Barbara, Rick, Diane, Robert Dufresne, it is all because of you
Hai Au Chu, David Byrne, Jayne, Diane, each giving as a friend
Kimberly, Michael, Kevin, not the least because you are at the end
With Thanks always, Joy (Jew)
Salt flavor on the beach inside the tent
Beneath the folding flesh, a taste
Licentious fever measured on the oiled skin
Blankets grasped by fingers in the grip of love
Ocean breeze, wave and breath of passion crest
Overflow into the nature of the lady and her man
To the edge they crash with every hunger craven
Coupling never ends, hidden under sun in heat
Lovers stop, only to softly speak each other’s name
Then start again inspired, desires repeated in the tent
Clinging to release each other's open lust upon the blanket
In a summer sweat
Created on 2/28/15 for Hotsy Totsy – Poetry Contest – Sponsored by: Rachel Firmin
1.The Parable Of The First Son.
Struggle isn't a mistake,
But a beloved first child because there was no Plan b.
A bar raised as a measuring tape,
'Cause they grow up so fast.
And there's so much you could get wrong.
It is the eldest sibling raising parents to be better than.
It is my big sister talking about the then I cannot comprehend.
How I never had to, and I can be fine with everything being what it is.
It is how it's only a piece of her heart that my girl can ever give me,
She shares so much being her mother's child already.
I want to love her as much more,
But I'm still a middle child in my demands.
Threatening to twist the red thread of fate joining lovers into an umbilical cord.
The tug of war in our dysfunction and one more burden she has to bear.
It is Esau making mountains out of molehills his dwelling,
With the little blessings Isaac gave him.
It is the strength Leah had in a world not fair,
And Rachel sulking with resentment as a younger sister.
Being the oldest you learn to laugh in your conversation with God like Sarah,
Or do you deny your duty as your brother's keeper?.
Cleaning up the mess, it is hard to be impressed by hotel California.
Would, if she could, that we make our own beds.
You can check out, but can never leave.
The ties that bind us,
A stipulation written in red on my conscience.
Blood is thicker than water, so tears don't hold much weight
But it is then much easier to miss their accumulation
Till it is enough to kill us.
Was the madness of Jack Torrance perhaps anger?
What secrets the spirit of the child on a tricyle wishes it never knew?
She breaks down my doors as I shout to get her out of her trance,
We will not die this weekend.
God was never in search of perfect people to fill the Messianic line. Abraham conspired with his wife Sarah to lie, out of fear for his life.
Abraham's son Isaac conspired with his wife Rebekah to lie, out of fear for his life. Abraham's Grandson Jacob cheated his brother Esau out of his birth right.
Abraham's daughter-in-law Rebekah, taught her son Jacob how to cheat.
Rebekah's brother Laben, deceived Jacob concerning the marriage of his daughter, Rachel. Abaham's Great Grandson Judah, impregnated his daughter-in-law Tamar. Abraham's decendant Salmon, six generations later, married a prostitute. Abraham's decendant David, ten generations later, committed adultery and murder. Abraham's decendant Solomon, eleven generations later, had seven hundred wives. Abraham's decendant Jesus Christ, in the 42nd generation, was born good and perfect. God is presently in search of people who will accept the perfect gift of His son Jesus Christ. May we, through our love, share with others this greatest of all gifts. Merry Christmas.
12012017 PS
"Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth
find reserves of strength that will endure
as long as life lasts.” Rachel Carson
Some thoughts of Earth as just routine, exist;
for it's the only way we know to live.
The Sun comes up each day to coexist
with Earth that's tethered by its rule to give.
The air we breathe- like magic fills our need
for balanced oxygen our lungs require.
The gifts from land and sea are here to feed;
fulfill the hunger of innate desire.
Besides sustaining us, our Earth provides
grand scenery that takes our breath away.
Real land and seascapes offer stunning slides
of artistry- alive in full display.
And, with all this, the gift to procreate;
the flowers, trees- Earth's species, one and all.
A miracle for sure, that steers the fate
to multiply- extinction to forestall.
Earth seasons come and go without a flaw
providing shifts for rebirth after death;
all living things will die by nature's law-
to sleep in Winter- rise with Springtime breath.
Must contemplate this beauty of our Earth
that grants the strength to recognize its worth.
Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. Rachel Carson
Earth shows off it's evergreen trees,
a home to the yellow bumble bees.
In the winter there can be a deep freeze,
with a cold breeze.
The birds are sitting as close as fleas,
saying warm up please.
Warmer weather is on it's way,
it will be here any day.
Little ones want to go out and play,
watch out for the big blue Jay.
Today we have clouds of gray,
blue skies will be here for May.
Earth the beauty you show,
you wear a magical glow.
From the evergreen trees that grow,
to the rivers that flow.
You are priceless cargo,
even to the old black crow.