Long Climaxes Poems
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and so you dust the book that's me
right off the shelf called LOVERS
You have found the others not to
be as enthrallingly intense
caressing the gilded pages,
you take a moment to admire me
through the layer of dust
with eager fingers you try to pry my cover
I will not let you open me again
those lines of love and rhymes of passion
encrypted with your name
will no longer be available to be read
consider this book, archaic
Put me back on the shelf
for I'd rather gather dust
then be poured over
by your careless fingers...
fingers that have traced other lines
eyes that have viewed other plots than mine
Leave me alone
for my mysteries were beyond your understanding
a book not for the novice in love
but for the mature
the secure
read the other volumes
more slender than mine
less complicated
more frivolous
entertaining
devoid of depth of meaning
devoid of passionate climaxes
and intricate subplots
Come back to me
when you hold me as a sacred volume
of love and life
the only sacred writ to fit your needs
then I will open my covers
and let you devour
the secrets of my essence
the mysteries of your universe
you will need no other book
to live by
to learn by
to love by
except this unabridged volume
of poetry
that is
me.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
like the moon that hugs the sky at night.
like a flower uncut that scents the garden bright
a rare one of a kind number
the warm embrace of slumber
i wake you hard
with full regard
skin on skin to the bone,
the grind, the screaming moan,
climaxes like dominos fall
rapid and jaw dropping
catch breath
whisper in the dark
the euphoria of a notion
(i hear you think
"the time has passed long enough
time enough
I shall not wait
a minute longer
I need my breath to run
fast and hard
I need to try to catch this air
but I don't want to"
in a deep base i link)
reply
whisper in your heart
"comme un arc de ciel
like a rainbow
tu touches mon coeur
you touch my heart
danse avec moi comme des cygnes sur un lac
dance with me like swans on a lake"
a melody in the language of romance
serenade the sweet taste of light
like the moon that hugs the sky at night
bonne nuit ma chérie, en pensant à toi,
que ta nuit soit calme et douce. dors bien.
In both hands I cup her breasts
With my lips her neck caress
A nibble or two upon each ear
What she holds in her hand makes my intentions clear
Softly I massage the small of her back
Then like kneading bread her buttocks attack
I inhale the aroma of her estrogen
Her moans and her purrs beg me to begin
With eyes still closed she guides me in
Hands on my hips control motion
Our bodies have now merged into one
In the bedroom window peeks the morning sun
Covers are kicked off tumbling to the floor
Bodies are gyrating a little bit more
She clutches the pillows in tightly clenched fists
The sun burns off the morning mist
The climaxes are both synchronized
I see swollen pupils in her blue eyes
We enfold each other in exhausted arms
For five more minutes before the morning alarms
Singing LeftBrain EnLightenment
speaking MuseLyrical RightBrain
CoEmpowerment
Grows LeftBrain deductively radiant
professional corporate knowledge
of resonant RightBrain inductive
flowing BiCameral CoPassion
Moving,
erupting,
engaging
musiculminating
Grown and woke green co-invested
cooperatively panentheistic
holy indigenous Nature/Spirited Wisdom
polyculturally resonant
HealthMuse/WealthSystemic
synergetic corporate
ecopolitical
ecofeminist power analysis
for feeding and watering
therapeutic full-sensory
deep-learning
non-violent resonant communicating
Wellsung and health-safety polyculturing
sacred muse corporate environments
of love in-vested resilient mental/physical
deep listening
ego/eco-systemic health care restorative
corporate polycultural co-remediation.
As Serotonin
invites co-arising
Dopamining
As Sugars
engage
without confronting
by co-balancing
Phosphates
As YangStrength
copassions
YintegralFlow
As Testosterone
Full Climaxes
we-reflect
Estrogenic EmptySoul Wisdom
co-resonant musing experience
As EcoFeminist Power Experience
speaks to PanEntheistic Sacred Truth
sacredly resonant MuseMemories
As individual corporate climax
ebbing feelings
invite more contextually restorative
therapeutic co-invited dipolar
music
massage
movement
mindful
non-violent communion
corporate healing healthcare
muse-empowering
not necessarily LeftBrain dominant,
Inclusively multicultural mediating
intersectional
dialectical
behavioral
musically resonant
resilient EarthHealth Care
restorative justice
nonviolent
compassionate deep listening
and learning
pedagogical and therapeutic
health-empowerment services
professional/personal
political/economic co-invested
compassionate
democratic healthcare
multiculturally co-therapeutic
resonant communication
With EarthTribe systemic SacredMusic
ecosystemically indigenous
panentheistic
therapeutically resilient
health/wealth safety
outcomes
for cooperative
client-student
EcoMuse Trauma Therapists.
I will not substitute:
Wealthy ends
for healthy means,
Christmas climaxes
for everyday robust Advent,
Yanger
for Yintegrity,
Progress
for creative process,
Visual resilience
for audible resonance,
Objective resolution
for subjectively felt inclusion,
EgoFulfilling analogy
for EcoHealing metaphor,
Unchanging affluent paradigms
for effluent polyphonic polypaths,
Atomic wholes
for wave-linear co-relationships,
Nomial being
for bilateral becoming,
Well-rhymed and metered lyrics
for rapturous musical climax,
Performance
for full mindbody participation,
Winning personal economic growth
for losing integral ecological resilience,
Winning short-term national economic growth
for losing long-term global ecological health,
Retributive judgment and sentencing
for restorative peace,
Red madness
for Green gladness,
Survival
for thrival,
Degenerating life
for regenerative love,
Conservative judgment
for radical invitation,
Brilliant answers
for further acute questions,
Omnipotent principles
for geo-hemispheric balancing experience,
LeftBrain deductions, reductions
for RightBrain inductions, intersectional seductions,
Win/Lose capitalistic games
for win/win cooperative innings,
God the Holy Father
for Holonic Matriarchal Spirit,
Transcendent autonomous theory
for immanent interdependent appreciation,
Theology
for NonViolent Communion Ecology,
EgoNarcissistic MonoTheism
for EcoLogical MetaCultural Gratitude,
Hubris of manifest destiny
for opaque Integrity,
PolyCultural completion
for multicultural InterMission,
Wealthy, competitive economic ends
for healthy, empowering political means,
Ever externally after
for internally Happy,
Omega Points
for Alpha CoPassions
Endings
for unfinishable Beginnings...
Dear Lady,
I heard you say that you still trust President Trump
to do almost as good a job as he says he is doing,
despite all the lies,
because "they all do that",
just say whatever the audience of the moment
would most like to hear.
Really?
I believe Abraham Lincoln,
our first Republican President,
would be surprised to hear his Gettysburg Address
was "telling them what they want to hear"
in his best cheerleader,
go, fight, win voice.
And it seems to me that Thomas Jefferson,
one of the PreRepublican forefather type Presidents,
would object to hear his rather specific name-calling
Declaration of Independence from plutocratic,
and perhaps greedy, and maybe slightly cynical, Elitists,
was just telling the good King what he really wanted to hear.
But regardless of whether our quality standards for Presidential integrity
should reasonably be expected to go up,
now that we're into our 40th-something incarnation of this Office,
or reasonably be expected to go down
after the first two or three, or sixteen,
or whatever
back in ancient integrity times,
when the premillennial pubic person was worth his/her word
in trust repaid.
How can you trust a President
who is significantly less sure of your right to health and climate care giving
and receiving
for yourself
and for our multiculturing grandkids,
than was the former President?
How is that going in a direction that you
and your healthy extended pro-life family,
your tribe,
neighborhood militia,
or paranoid klan,
or whatever
you continue to trust
as some direction that could be good enough
for those you love the most?
Health,
like racism
and sexism,
does not optimally arrive in individual-portioned packages;
they only sustain resilient climaxes
on interdependent through empty and bereft social scales
of qualities for cooperative wealth v WinLose competing pathologies.
Still Listening
Your Democratic HealthAsWealth Advocate
We all get religion
when we succumb to intimate sacred events
of our sexual sensuality
Integrity's vast
yet intimate
love potential
Some of us also experience passions
of politically empowering economics
when we win/win cum
to remember cooperative health
climaxes
Stemming from regenerative
resonant root systems
polyculturing rich harmony
Interpersonal
inter-religious
inter-embodied,
transpirited transport
fully abundant
whole sum
cooperative "churched" integrity
Of inter-connected
Anthro and Earth public
climate sublime multicultures
of and for
toward and from health
With double-binding
win/win sacred non-zero sum solidarity
open, sacramental integrity
Whole GoldenRuled
Positively Holy
Holonic systems
Left/Right
West/East
North/South
Up/Down
Out/InFormation
bilateral dipolar
co-arising balance
co-passionately thought
and serene outflow felt
PolyPathic potential
for sacred health
climaxing
globally co-passionate
green eco-churched wealth
of peaking
abundantly robust
and resilient
neuro-sensory
integrity--
Sometimes euro-capitalist predative
Sometimes praying serene
co-empathic healing meditations.
And so you dust the book that's me
right off the shelf called LOVERS
You have found the others not to
be as enthrallingly intense
caressing the gilded pages,
you take a moment to admire me
through the layer of dust
with eager fingers you try to pry my cover
I will not let you open me again
those lines of love and rhymes of passion
encrypted with your name
will no longer be available to be read
consider this book, archaic
Put me back on the shelf
for I'd rather gather dust
then be poured over
by your careless fingers...
fingers that have traced other lines
eyes that have viewed other plots than mine
Leave me alone
for my mysteries were beyond your understanding
a book not for the novice in love
but for the mature
the secure
read the other volumes
more slender than mine
less complicated
more frivolous
entertaining
devoid of depth of meaning
devoid of passionate climaxes
and intricate subplots
Come back to me
when you hold me as a sacred volume
of love and life
the only sacred writ to fit your needs
then I will open my covers
and let you devour
the secrets of my essence
the mysteries of your universe
you will need no other book
to live by
to learn by
to love by
except this unabridged volume
of poetry
that is
me.
Eileen Manassian
I was reminded of this poem that I posted on September 2016. I often look up my name on Google to see where my poetry as gone, and I'm so thrilled with my findings. My poems have found their way into books, blogs, school programs, internet educational and gaming sites, Instagram posts, Facebook posts, and as a Tattoo on someone's body! Someone has done a dramatic reading of this poem on Sound Cloud. I quite like it and thought I would share it with you. I have no idea who this person is, but I like what they've done with my work.
Here is the Sound Cloud Link: https://soundcloud.com/allouthelter/no-other-by-eileen-manassian-ghali
My original poem is found on this link: https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/no_other_826957
Karma walks the many roads
forks at paths of diversion
with signposts trivia directions
She rests at home in herself
multiple voices finding congruence
convenes unravels gathers lose threads
Wholesome gentle nothingness ensues
from inside where streams of consciousness
flow from wetlands and delta to sources and spring
Markers show the way forward
through olive plantations and citrus’s scent
as she licks her lips glows and remains
The kiss of life firmly on her forehead
third eye forming a wondrous triangle
with bright almond eyes and desire
Passionate moments reflect in her fortune
as an amber amulet rises once more and again
when she in-and exhales sweat vapours of love
A myriad of past roundabouts has finally
squared circular transcendent motions
of miraculous moons and one wheel of life
Seeds have been sown and roots have grounded
Anima and Animus are quivering in anticipation
as Karma’s soulmate settles the shivering mountain
Karmus has appeared on the horizon for the feast of
two crescents all in one and one in all forever
when climaxes mount under a star-studded sky
31st August
Back in late pre-millennial times
of lava lamps
and Rolling Stones,
many searched for peak experiences,
in response to valley depressences
repressed
suppressed,
rather than panoramic,
even revolutionary,
resonant and resilient impressions.
Peak experiences were,
and still are,
I am told by those who've had them,
personal,
individualistic,
or possibly dyadic climaxes,
but probably not orgiastic,
which is more of a swarming bee thing
co-spastic
if I accurately follow their pollination story
through its peaks and valleys.
Abraham Maslow talked
and wrote
about climbing a hierarchy of sensory needs,
from survival attachment
up to thrival
growing toward a more interdependently accessible peak
and descending for a more independent survival battle
to return to more cooperative peak health experiences
of left brain articulating thought
and right brain consciousness
of up and down
valley repression
and mountainous impression
feelings.
Now in post-millennial times,
pathology has become a climatic
traumatic
despairing experience of climate anxiety,
prompting new internal/external searches
for ways to optimize globally resilient peak experience.
For this,
we need the miraculous mysterious mysticism
of cooperative win/win integrity
in-between and among all ecological living relationships
sailing up and down river systems
and across mountain forests
and through all creatures and creations,
lovers and healthy loved,
rhetorical lived events
and historical reflective advents
Tipping between yesterday and tomorrow
resonantly lived
ego peak safely and yet freely eco-valleyed
spiritual health
within flowing messianic times
of natural wealth.