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My best friend walks beside my soul,
Not always seen, but always whole.
We talk in ways the world won’t hear,
In jokes and jabs and thoughts sincere.
We’re echoes in a common shell,
Two minds where one truth loves to dwell.
We share the heat of daily light,
And wrap each other through the night.
55 seconds still, no sound,
Yet louder peace is rarely found.
In silence, storms begin to slow,
We trade our highs, confess our low.
One day, the world will understand,
How friendship doesn’t need a hand.
Just rigorous, kind observation
A glance, a pause, a revelation.
I met him once not far, not wide,
But looking from the other side.
A mirror framed our secret blend
Myself, and still—my truest friend.
What you see is just an illusion
of the whole puzzle piece,
So to define ourselves
by our Perceptions and thoughts
is to continue to live a lie and to be color blind,
And no one deserve hatred for been different,
infarct we can learn about difference and embrace it.
So Now don't close your eyes or deny the facts,
we are one people with many stories,
One human race with a colorless spirits
So to define others by our petty matters
is to accept violence where peace can reign
So therefore let no be disconnected
& divided but let be the rain in people's garden,
Let us be known for our humanity we spread,
because though Humanity is capable of such beautiful dreams and horrible nightmares, For Our World Has a lot For every Man's Dream but Not Every man's Greed
' let make the difference. Amen
Not everyone can live life in the “intense” mode
It taxes their emotions, and that they cannot bode
They want to be laid back and take things in their stride
So they tuck away their hearts and then run and hide
Intense people are a drain of time and energy
But if you want to see intense, take a look at me
Moments in life with emotions and thoughts are laced
Intensity kisses time, makes it sweetly paced
Sometimes my intensity…can be quite "INTENSE"
Embodiment of passion: woman with no "sense"
But look at it this way, and then you’ll get it right
Passion should be intense, anytime day or night
Think of it and imagine… that long scorching kiss
When you are pleasured, intensity you’ll not miss
Think of how you’re wanted with intense desire
Intensity makes eternal flames from fire
Intensity of thought will make you feel profound
It’s what will make you soar high...up above the ground
Intensity gives meaning to moments in time
Makes you intensely long to live in the sublime
Intense adoration will be a nat’ral thing
Love will be intense and fulfillment it will bring
Intense caressing: love making to the extreme
Desire drenched in real life and not just a dream
Intense, intense, a curse or is it a blessing sweet?
Well, I guess you’ll never know, until Eileen you meet! ;)
Eileen Manassian Ghali
("Red Skin", 2023, original encaustic)
Cantos of Love
Was it ever here at all…
Faces, eyes, lips, breasts and thighs
Parade through memory
Fading, fading fast
As years advance.
Maybe these closets
Need more juice to unlock
Than these old bones hold.
Funny about memories
We think they're all ours
But what if it takes two
To unlock what was made together
And so they, as much from disuse
As from a privacy withheld from afar,
Blend and blur into mere approximations.
So in dreams
Who is it we meet if not our own Self
Shared with others to the extent we can
In so many masks
And who is it we continue to play the parts of
If not those who haunt us with unfinished business.
Thus the need for release
Of all we love and hold
All we’ve ever held in love
And ever rejected in fear
Release for the sake of memory of self and other
For the sake of Life
For the sake of Love.
I
As it moves along
Purifying as it goes
Refreshingly flows
II
Celebrating bliss
Of lifetimes culminations
In this mere caress
III
Endless river flows
Within us and without us
Whether known or not
IV
This love knows no bounds
Words and thoughts can't hold it in
So it is release
V
Beyond our control
The seasons pass like clockwork
Blossoms become fruit
VI
So where did it go
Was it ever here at all
This love on the breeze
(11/7/23)
The man made his way through the deep underbrush
The snow pelted against his face and thick fur coat
The forest quickly turned from brown to white
Snow kept on at a steady pace and he had to move
Or be caught in the raging storm that blew
He knew that as long as he kept moving
He would survive on his trek to the valley below
The snow mounted into banks quickly
Each step became more labored than the one before
The path became slippery on the downward slops
the steady pace slowed to almost a crawl.
The once clearly laid out path now
became invisible, he must pick up the pace
It was no place to be caught on the mountain slopes
during a blowing snow storm.
As he continued his trek he only hoped
that he was headed in the right direction.
For the blinding snow hid all from his sight
As the cold began to seep into his body
his fingers and feet no longer could be felt
Yet, he pushed on knowing that if he stopped
he would be frozen or fall asleep.
He pushed on and came to the bottom of the
mountain just before dusk.
His determination kept him going and thoughts
of his family remained clear in his mind.
He had made it home and counted himself lucky
to be alive for outside the storm still raged.
Early surprise snow storms can catch a person unaware
And he counted himself as one very lucky man.
A vengeful eye for an eye
but mind you, to avenge yourself
ain't easy as apple pie
Indeed a punch for a punch
or invite your foe
for a delicious
malicious lunch
to dish out nasty retribution,
yet revenge is a dish
best served cold!
But a tooth for a tooth
will it actually soothe?
A horrid scowl for an irate pout
you scream coz she did shout!
Ah, that biting desire for sweet revenge
On the mind it can bitterly scavenge!
Sweet it might seem, sweet at first feel
but it's really more sour than an orange peel.
Then there's the danger of meting out in excess
There's a need to don self-control's harness.
One may try to spread retaliation evenly
on the slice of his arch enemy
Rat-a-tat tat on his door
for some payback tit for tat?
To chuck out all plots and thoughts of seething revenge
poses for man at times the greatest challenge.
Is it then so natural for this human brat
to cherish and relish a tit for tat?
But if so many of your chores complain of your negligence
you might as well put off too, all desire for vengeance.
Any wish for poetic justice, spit it out in poetry
Harbor no yearnings for getting even
except maybe in virtual reality.
Ah, alas as Jesus's humble way to offer the other cheek
is for ordinary man perhaps a task too docile and meek.
Now gather ‘round and hear this tale,
Of a brother cool, calm, and never stale.
It started on a peaceful morn,
When Idan himself was quietly born.
Jehovah smiled and said, “I will
Give kindness form— son of Bill.
He won’t be loud, he won’t wear gold,
But trust me, watch this man unfold.”
He gave him peace, a decent brain,
A knack for calm in worldly strain.
And then, of course, He added flair—
A subtle humor, light as air.
Now years have passed, and here we are,
Still watching him raise the bar.
He’s not on stage, no spotlight glare,
But when he’s near, you know he’s there.
A friend like few, a brother true,
With steady hands and honest view.
He’s not the loudest in the crowd,
But trust me, when he speaks—wow, loud!
You’ll hear no fuss, you’ll see no flair,
But Afam’s presence fills the air.
With joyful calm, with steady tone,
He makes Jehovah’s goodness known.
He shows up sharp (well... most the time),
With Scriptures ready and thoughts that rhyme.
He’ll say, “Let’s read,” then make a pun,
And boom! The scene twice as fun.
He loves when folks start growing strong,
He cheers them on, he tags along.
No jealousy, no heavy boast,
Just quiet joy—that’s the most.
But lest we drift and miss the key:
He walks in faith, obediently.
He doesn’t claim the praise or shine—
He knows all glory is divine.
Yet still we pause, with grins so wide,
To thank Jehovah for what's inside—
This brother, friend, this man we know,
Who walks the path where blessings grow.
So here’s to Afam—faithful and bold,
A heart that shines, more pure than gold.
Keep walking strong, keep being you,
Because the world feels better with Idan in view.
What would it be like to love you
To know much more than just your name
Your poetic lines are heart magnets
Thoughts of you are driving me insane
What would it be like to hold you
[Verse 1]
What would it be like to love you,
To know your heart, not just your name?
Your words are like magnetic poetry,
And thoughts of you are driving me insane.
[Pre-Chorus]
What would it be like to hold you,
To dance beneath the silver moon,
Feel your breath upon my skin,
Look in your eyes, and lose myself within.
[Chorus]
What would it be like to kiss you,
To feel the spark that could ignite the night?
Could we erase the doubts we’ve known,
And take a chance on what could feel so right?
Oh, what would it be like...
To love you...
[Verse 2]
What would it be like to tell you,
All these thoughts, and a thousand more?
Should I risk this poetic friendship,
And knock upon your heart’s closed door?
[Pre-Chorus]
What would it be like to hold you,
To dance beneath the stars so true,
Feel your touch, soft on my skin,
Lose myself in the world we're living in.
[Chorus]
What would it be like to kiss you,
To feel the spark that could ignite the night?
Could we erase the doubts we’ve known,
And take a chance on what could feel so right?
Oh, what would it be like...
To love you...
[Bridge]
What if the world is waiting for us?
What if we fall and don’t regret it?
What if this moment is our time,
To say goodbye to all the "what if’s" and just climb?
In your arms, the world feels light,
Let’s take a leap into the night.
[Chorus]
What would it be like to kiss you,
To feel the spark that could ignite the night?
Could we erase the doubts we’ve known,
And take a chance on what could feel so right?
Oh, what would it be like...
To love you...
[Outro]
What would it be like…
Oh, what would it be like…
To love you…
Please ignore my tears,
Because there's always
Myself I have.
Sorry if I'm rude,
I apologize for
Letting myself hide such pain.
I'll eventually feel better,
Shall be calm.
I can't help but miss my friends..
Can't fight back nostalgia…
I often even look too far ahead.
Feelings of anxiety
Linger within me…
Lying about how I feel,
Is my way of strength.
My emotions and thoughts,
When mixed together,
Are too difficult to understand.
So many reasons and excuses
I can use to remain silent,
And to explain.
In the end though,
No one will truly understand.
So I'll remain reliant
Upon myself.
Will try not to depend
On anyone else.
~Patrick Swayze: A Great Actor~
(Swap Quatrain)
He stole many hearts, for long time
In "Dirty Dancing" have a good time.
With "North 'n South" I couldn't part.
For long time, he stole many hearts.
We watched him, dancing and fighting
He was a great actor, amazing
I'm so sad, his passing is grim
Dancing and fighting, we watched him.
Forever, remember his name
And roles he played well the same.
He'll live in my heart I do swear
His name remember, forever.
Now he's at rest, left us too soon
Will be missed now that he's gone.
'Cause he was great, one of the best
Left us too soon, now he's at rest.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
Copyright@2009
July.25.2015
Born: Aug 18, 1952 -
Died: Sep 14, 2009
Author's notes:
Well, this summer 2009 its a very sad indeed, for sure.
Another great star who has left our stage.So very sad!
I loved Patrick Swayze and always admired him a lot,he was
such a great actor,a real gentleman and a very nice human being.He
stole hearts in so many of his roles, like in, Ghost, Dirty Dancing,
but especially, in the great epic saga, "North and South" mini-series.
He shall always be missed by so many of his fans around the world.
No more suffering, he's at peace now with God in Heaven.
I'll always remember him in my heart and thoughts.
R.I.P. Patrick! Your glowing star shines in the Heavens forever.