Long Bloom Poems
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Dancing to the rhythm of the music of the heart,
heat rises as our embrace tightens.
Eyes lock telling each other the depth
of passion this moment brings.
Swaying gently to the music only we can hear,
cheeks softly brush starting a blaze.
Lips meet, souls erupt sending shivers
running through one body to the next.
Hands begin to drift, caressing flesh,
as tongues touch for the first moment
feeling the heat of desires rise.
A sweet demand that fills the soul.
Kisses drift down the neck
and whispers of our appetites’ bloom.
Sparks ignite infernos all around us,
the rhythm of the music cannot be denied.
Passions detonate, desires explode;
in fluid motion we become one,
embracing our fullest potential
from vibrations of unimpaired perfection.
The dance of love is a mystic power
allowing passions to finally be released.
A union of two hearts entwined into one soul
for a brief moment that lasts a lifetime.
Like soft green grasses we have grown,
Less than halve we have our self shown;
Our heads happily swaying in the air,
Physique painting fields in green color;
At the irrigation of the poor farmer,
We bloom a smile brim-filling in splendor;
Thanking him for tending us,
Feeding us; freeing us from clutches;
Like school-going children we sway,
Feeling free; yet we carefully keep away;
From sadness of the past and present,
Smiling and swaying and waving around;
Let sun shine hard or the moon soft,
Let the fog fall thick or snow shower oft;
Let untimely rain our naked body wet,
Let dewdrops in secret our shabbiness set;
Termites, aphid, weevil, beetle and moths,
Like social enemies let our cells swath;
Storms or tempests or hurricanes severe,
Let blow hard on us as though many a spear;
Goats graze on us; cows and buffalo too,
Blue bulls, let, bring the worst of woe;
We’ll be never shaken or feel forsaken,
As our roots, in the mother earth, are waken;
Our convictions, like our roots, are firm,
To feed the farmer and his home kingdom;
Where his kids, like us, are growing,
And, like us, in joy and sadness glowing;
And to the wide world where the hungry,
Are waiting for grains to live poverty-free...
07 December 2021
I wish I were an angel
To flood your world with my light
To hold, comfort and cheer you
All through long lonely night
I wish I were a fairy
To flit about your dear heart
To give it tiny squeezes
When about to fall apart
I wish I were a goddess
Of beauty a paragon
So you would gaze and wonder
Thoughts of any other gone
I wish I were a muse
Living there inside your mind
To offer inspiration
When right words you need to find
I wish I were a princess
Blessed with luxury so fine
I’d make you live in splendor
If you promise to be mine
I wish I were a star
Sprinkling stardust down on you
Guiding each and every step
Make your dearest wish come true
I wish I were the moon
Working on your inner tides
Drawing you ever closer
Till in me your love abides
I wish I were the sun
Burning to the very core
Searing you with my passion
Rays touching what I adore
I wish I were a flower
To bloom nurtured by your care
Wrap you in my loving scent
Make life beautiful and fair
I wish I were the wind
Caressing you every way
Enfolding you in my arms
Seductress having my way
I wish I were the rain
That wets body through and through
That sprinkles love droplets soft
But then drums itself on you
I wish I were the sea
Foaming, churning ecstasy
To draw you into my depth
Riding waves, unleashed and free
But I am just a woman
I’m as simple as can be
But if you give me your love
All these wonders you will see
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Inspired in part by Shania Twain’s song: “Jealous” I love that woman…She is awesome. Wish I could see her in Vegas…She is there performing now…Such great songs….
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=en4GjDEHasI
Two airplanes slammed hard
into the Twin Towers in Manhattan,
and one into the Pentagon;
but the fourth one didn't reach its target,
because the passengers fought...
bringing it quickly down!
They died for America,
fighting with courage
the ruthless enemy;
and they rebelled in rage
to preserve liberty
with their heroism
and true patriotism...
they died for America!
Call them heroes with the kindest hearts,
call them the warriors of our days;
to me they are the freedom fighters,
who couldn't be taken by fear
and inhumane brutality!
They were far braver
than we thought they would be...
and we should glorify their deeds!
They died for America,
for the country they truly loved,
to give some back for her generosity...
not being afraid of dying in vain;
they died for America,
only imagining the joy,not the pain,
that their rebellion would have caused...
without doubts or uncertainty!
They died for America,
for all dreaming of a free life...
leaving the fears far beyond;
they died for America,
for the unborn in their mothers' womb,
so that they could see the flowers bloom!
We still wonder how they did all this...
by trusting in their friend,God!
It's just another lazy moon
That wanders around this world
Looking for a chance
To inspire boys and girls
To make them think
That love is just a lofty place
Drifting without tethers
Where heart beat like native drums
While floating on a feather
I sure could use a moon
To circle over me
To wake me up inside
and teach me how to see
Then take a girl by the hand
And walk beneath it
As we smell jasmine bloom
Dancing on the stars, how could you beat it
With that glowing lunar light, to chase away the gloom
Well, I think I'll wait awhile
To see if it will come
Even just a half, is better
Than having none
And the girl, I hope she's waiting
For me under the stars
And the Moon's anticipating
Shining light on me
Helping me to see
In the realm of blindness, behold the sight
Eyes, mouths, bodies, and feet in desperate plea,
Caressed by brushstrokes, an artist's decree,
A gem with facets, dripping only with you, so bright.
With each stroke, layers peel, revealing anew,
A different you, forever altering the scene,
Canvases portraying joy, or madness keen,
Yet always, it's you, basking in Regina's sun, true.
Trembling lips invite, the question lingering, why?
As lips brush against strokes, the paint, desires sprout,
The canvas brims with variations, there's no doubt,
A mirror of respect, to which you try.
It chuckles, amused by its own growth and might,
Witnessing a blemish, so grand in its scope,
The rose drips, blushing with natural hope,
A struggle, the bloom and its flush unite.
Passion ignites the eyes, a flame untamed,
Refusing confinement within mundane frames,
For every woman, a sovereign, she claims,
A queen in her own right, forever acclaimed
Prompt "Funeral of fireflies"
Funeral of Fireflies
Winter
Bites
The street
A jute bag
Bare feet bleed
Torn cloth holds no warmth
Hunger walks beside him like a shadow
His eyes are small fires begging someone to buy bread and bring heat
But hope dies
Like sun
On a cold
Mountain peak
Snow falls, silent
He wraps himself in jute, a coffin
At midnight fireworks bloom while the world forgets
A boy dies at twelve with light still trapped in his eyes, a firefly no one cupped
The city drinks
And laughs
Above his
Frozen grave
We buried
Kindness
Tonight the last fireflies went out
An early morning sunrise while hearing the birds sing
When winter is finally over with the early signs of spring
Gardening and planting flowers and seeing them bloom
Watching the hummingbirds fly, as they zip and zoom
A walk with my dog in the early morning hours of the day
A call from a friend who I miss, since they moved away
A surprise from the weather when seeing a beautiful rainbow
Or enjoying the rare night viewing of the aurora borealis glow
An afternoon of reading outside while watching the birds
And escaping into the mystery book and its chilling words
Listening to John Mayer music while driving in my car
While going on excursions to new antique stores or a bazaar
A trip to the ocean to hear the waves crash along the shore
And feel my toes in the sand while watching seagull’s score
A quiet night home with my husband watching a Netflix show
A Friday workday when it’s almost the weekend and time to go
Awaken, my soul, to the rhythm of love,
Let the breeze kiss you with the song it plays,
Hearken to its sighs of susurration,
Let the flower of kindness bloom afresh,
Shaken when you are, hold fast to firm faith,
Let the music of hope enliven you,
Darken not your thoughts with negative gloom,
Let passion for goodness rule inside you,
Broken trust, revive with forgiving mind,
Let the whispers of the wind arouse you,
Stricken with affection, be Nature's friend,
Let the sun shine on you with rays of grace,
Unspoken words cannot hurt you or heal,
Let the feeling of peace wash over you,
Quicken, my soul, to the sound of zephyr,
Let it caress and cleanse you from within.
Form: Free verse
AWAKEN, MY SOUL
Awaken, my soul, to the rhythm of love,
Let the breeze kiss you with its song thereof,
Hearken to its sighs of susurration,
Let kindness blossom its inspiration,
Shaken when you are, hold fast to faith true,
Let the music of hope enliven you,
Darken not your thoughts with negative gloom,
Let passion for goodness inside you bloom,
Broken trust, revive with forgiving mind,
Let the whispers of the wind new ways find,
Stricken with affection, be Nature's friend,
Let the sun shine on you with grace to tend,
Unspoken words cannot hurt you or heal,
Let peace wash over you, change how you feel,
Quicken, my soul, to the sound of zephyr,
Let it caress, cleanse you for the better.
Form: Couplet
Theme: Kindness
Once upon a time a room came available at my residence,
an Astrologer was interested to share the coexistence.
Some exciting times revealed themselves very soon,
as attractions creating space and time to bloom.
Mental conspiracies became scientific theory,
and wondrous past happenstance are no more eerie.
Spiritual conception created awareness perception,
liberating purpose dreams with celestial breathing.
Time came by and the cosmic fellow pursuit his own challenge,
leaving the door open for my own mental pilgrimage.
Decisions changing the landscape of providence,
providing all necessities with pursuit in confidence.
As I met the old man who used to own a esoteric book fare,
giving me the lot for a amazing bargain, so dare.
Those books became my mental reference,
changing all so far known desired preference.
My observation changed very radical,
making interpretation to nourish very practical.
Not only to look at life’s conclusion,
but making it a living solution.
For many years now I observing the daily light of change,
and I am glad that the laws of nature, let me engage.