Long Chart Poems
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Heaven knows why you wish to hear anger and misdirected blame
tossed toward you on the ether by unknown souls, what a shame ..
You are misguided, mistaken, a mischievous little maudlin imp
to encourage such bad behavior, and to have us not skimp.
Hornet nest poker, naughty miss, you'd withhold a frog's first kiss
Listen young lady, no good comes of bad reminisces
so, curb control issues, chart your own course, hand on the rudder,
I see you there now, through my third eye, so, don't think to sputter.
Silly, silly, woman, a whirlwind you wanted and now you fret,
you just remember, never forget, you're a real girl poppet.
Stringless poppet with that cute little nose, so engrossed in prosey
write to me from alphabet soup, spin me a fairy tale rosy.
Divine are the curls 'pon your head and your sparkling green-blue eyes
and that heart of gold ..well..you're loved and it's no real surprise
for you sprinkle stardust on our lids at midnight, spinning sweet dreams.
Blessed was the day you were born to this earth, smiles on moonbeams.
Demur as a pink rose, soft as a kitten, we're smitten,
addicted, transfixed, are all by the proseys you've written.
Words, though sublime, can never truly tell of your glory,
only Shakespeare and Wordsworth could do right by your story.
Just reading over an abortion chart, so very sad to see
In feeling this Country's Heart once the land of the free
Being given so very much as their heart has hardened
So many are out of touch perhaps you I even offend
Today it's one in five far better than the one in three
Eighty percent survive the others you will never see
As our youth now teach(us) as numbers begin to fall
In so sensing abortions reach they don't have such gall
Even a non-believer can see but chooses not to do so
A wicked manmade decree as the seeds that they sow
As scientist look and look for even just one single cell
Get out the Good Book it makes it much easier to tell
Maybe soon it'll be 10% but when will the decree fall
Just from nine was it sent and 55 million we never saw
We will all go see Him one day and then He will ask you
So today I pray for deep down inside you know it's true
Jeremiah 1:5
Before I formed thee in the belly I knew thee;
and before thou camest forth out of the womb I sanctified thee,
and I ordained thee a prophet unto the nations.
I finally get it
It was never for me to reach you
Touch you
Have a clue why not you
To close to unbearable to believe
Too much too much grief
Too much anxiety stimulating me
Heart beat please
Stop please
Leave
Was the antidote I need
To separate myself will cause me to see
You do not desire to change not even the station
Patience was there but was never aching
Type horrible faces
Tracing lines wrinkling paper
Now stating even Satan had a role to play
Greatly
Hidden behind slick snakes mistaking
Masks cracked passed fake denominations
Critically crime passion nations
This is how babies making babies topped chart stations
A cross crossed out and swept under the rug
Dirt can hide but mud causes slip us
Why us
Why you
Why me
Dedication truth to a state of mind to see
That everyone is never meant to be
But to see held down captivity
Released
Gone
Given a second chance
Where will it end?
Where will you stand?
In Atlantis,
we were not star-gazers—
we were time engineers.
The constellations were gates,
breathing frequencies
into the bones of man.
The stars are not above us,
I whispered to my students,
they are the memories within us.
To us,
the zodiac was not prediction,
but remembrance—
a wheel of origins
spinning in our veins.
Our Lemurian brothers
did not chart the heavens—
they felt them,
as sacred tones in the waters,
as songs trembling
in the heart’s tide.
We, the Atlanteans,
cut the skies with mind,
sharpened by precision,
hungry to master
what should only be served.
Aries—fire of the first incarnation.
Scorpio—the keeper of endings,
death and return.
Virgo—the servant
of divine design.
Aquarius—blueprint
of the cosmic mind.
But knowledge turned sword.
The wheel we built for healing
was stolen by the elites,
its power bent,
its harmony undone.
And so Atlantis fell,
and Lemuria drowned,
and the zodiac we once lived by
was scattered—
like broken stars
across the sea of forgetting.
It’s not our choice where we would be,
but now that we are here
as an actor performing at the wish of God,
let’s give life the chance to be fulfilled,
and in its fold, make us a good human being.
We chase the mirage of endless desires
in the desolateness of weary existence,
carry the languishing life listlessly
across the desert of limitless bleakness,
on the pitiless pathway of disparaging delusion.
The formidable mountain of life we climb,
the summit to be reached on the track undefined.
Let’s surrender to the designed will of the supreme,
and in His prescribed intent repose our trust,
for faith will pave the pre-defined path for us.
The turbulent ocean of life we need to sail calm,
reach the last anchorage on the tranquil shore far.
Kindle the search light of everlasting hope,
we’ll see silver-lined cloud in the gloomy sky,
the divine light will take us to the destined shore.
Light up the dense darkness of suffering
with the candle of selfless altruism laced with love.
Bloom flowers in the debris of broken hearts,
see these radiate divine glow of happiness,
and the mangled minds find infinite bliss.
Across the wasteland of desolation
many walk in the dismal winter of despair.
Let’s extend the arms of love and compassion,
take them to the sunny shore of the warm sea,
sparkling with joy under the radiant fervent sky.
Let’s release the surge of forgiveness
from the inner recess as the empathy spring,
drown the irate senses in the flood of wisdom.
Rise from the ashes of remorse, douse the disdain fire,
let the fountain of forgiveness flow unhindered.
Let’s strive to be free from the mortal grip,
recover the power of the resolute essence,
that’ll impel us to break away from the clutch of agony,
and with the discernment of divine conscience,
chart for us a new course of psychic awareness.
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March 19, 2023
Contest : Now That We Are Here
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker
God,
One day, will you tell my why
little babies have to die?
Children starve while mothers cry
Deadly bombs drop from the sky
God, tell me. Tell me why.
God,
Feel the ground about to shake
People buried in the quake
Rescue missions are at stake
Hearts you made weren't meant to break
God, tell me. Tell me why.
God,
One day will you please explain
Primal screams all laced with pain
Healthy minds now gone insane
Slashed wrists causing crimson stain
God, tell me. Tell me why.
God,
Do You see this genocide?
Children have no place to hide
Sniped and slautered, rights denied
Bodies burned, the wounds split wide
God, tell me. Tell me why.
God,
Families are torn apart
by aggressors with no heart
"Torture, maim, erase from chart
anyone who won't depart!"
God, tell me. Tell me why.
God,
Hurting souls cry out to You
Vengence waits, I know it's true
Now, Lord, now...what can we do
as our hearts are torn in two?
God, please tell me.
God,
Seared in conscience are the dead
Lying here upon my bed
Why them and not me instead?
Wakeful thoughts are filled with dread
God, is heaven up ahead?
God, please....tell me.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Marquees are bright with neon lights, where crowds line up for movie night
Holding hands, we're in 'The Strand'. The velvet carpet guides us in
Popcorn smokes, .. we're drinking cokes,... and cracking jokes with Bing and Hope
Lamour's along with more sarongs,... , her luscious lips, and cigarettes,
She fills ashtrays with smoking tips, and tosses guys like poker chips
'Movietone' intrudes with news, and soon we're in somber mood
Third-Reich goosesteps march again, ... an evil presence in the wind...
Cary Grant , (a news reporter), loves his girl, and his typewriter
"His Girl Friday", plot is witty, sometimes crazy. But Cary loves this ditzy lady....
William Powell and Mryna Loy..., Asta barks, and finds a toy, ...a ploy? a clue?,....
...an earring gold. The mystery is clearly solved.-- A crimson sun, is rising cold!
Movietone in black and white,... graphic scenes, where soldiers die
Another night, suspense on chart. 'Correspondent' , Joel McCrea.
Saves Lorraine, and claims the Day. BUY WAR BONDs !! They'll pave the way
Bogart, Bergman bring to light, a valiant flght , within their grasp
Airline ticket, in her hand, they must part, and do what's right, no questions asked
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It's movie night, but you aren't here, a troopship took you far from here
Allied troops are moving tanks. I wait for you..God give me strength
I'm in the Strand, within the dark, there's no one here to hold my hand
I'm all alone...........I heard the news....................You left it all in Anzio
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For Contest Chopped III Sponsored by Craig Cornish
11/23/14
For Joseph May Contest: Submitted 05/10/2025
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From the rugged screeching of the heart,
Slackened in behavior and chronic pain
Is it time to ennoble that worldwide part?
This is the ideology from which they start
Men ought to rekindle patriotism again
From the rugged screeching of the heart.
Admiring the breezy and the smart,
And now, with clearer touch and brain
Is it time to ennoble that worldwide part?
The weakened loyalty values depart
Neither dogma nor the strain yet remain
From the rugged screeching of the heart.
Not conducted by the heinous chart
That pricked the mass for nefarious gain
Is it time to ennoble that worldwide part?
Reforming scarce constitution and art
Whose emblems are the countless slain
From the rugged screeching of the heart,
Is it time to ennoble that worldwide part?
1St Place Contest Winner
Written: October 31, 2022
Writing Challenge - X'd Poems Second Chance Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
I've struck a snag after a long develops steps.
To a recent attitude over alliance depth,
I investigate this frightening atmosphere.
On top, winning expresses me insecure.
Because of my hearty assurance, I'm here today.
Divine grace has favored us for countless days.
I'm ailing back running with my unique mindset.
God, the Divine, contrives a chart for us, don't fret.
I can't travel to this area alone or by potent force.
It's all mercury; there's subtly nothing else sparse.
I'm defenseless to impact or succumb to anybody.
Every day, there is solely a requisite mission boldly.
But I'm evenly a pebble and embody no braw feeling.
Conception utterly lingers the power of God's crafting.
Despite our slightness, shapes harbor an awful misgiving.
In our style-driven culture, inner self-fosters are laying.
The fence of affection grows stouter as unfolding.
The Lord has appropriately arranged everything.
We are more poised than we reckon and form sound.
A wall that set us free, not the myriad way around.
Written: December 19, 2021
Oh Asclepius You have honored me by imparting your art. Through space and time I have come to see the lowness of man and also their majesty
Not just to hear but to listen is quickly losing its spark for each patient I see through beurecatic regulation is now merely a chart. Click all the boxes so the government implies doing all this will save your life.
Now I am stripped of all cognition for if I suggest what is not in the box I am guilty of deviation.
I miss the days were the patient could converse and tell me what is happening without some pre printed verse.
The doctor is in but you may not see him. There are PAs , NPs and scribes that wedge in between him.
Like some Kafka novel you meander through hoping that someone can help you .
Finally your time is up. The doctor you hoped to see never showed up. A prescription awaits you at the check out station. You made it, the waiting room breaks out with a standing ovation. You proudly hold you prescription up high. Thank you all and good bye .