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The carnival came once a year.
My friends and I could hardly wait.
The lively music reached us long
before we ever reached the gate.
We’d pay our dollar to get in
and join in with the jostling throng.
Our laughter added to the noise--
that wild, discordant, happy “song.”
“Come win a goldfish—over here!”
“No thanks!” I held my money tight.
The Ferris Wheel and Tilt-a-Whirl
caused us to squeal with pure delight.
Now grandkids cheer from creaking rides,
the ones I fear I rode back in
the sixties! Now I cringe feet from
the grinding gears. The screeching fades
and they emerge. We make our way
around the fair. I hear a shout:
“Win goldfish. It’s your lucky night!”
I say, “No thanks” because I doubt
it is. The fair in some respects
is as it was when I was ten—
the jolly music and the maze
of noisy rides and people. When
the youngsters’ grand experience
has ended, I’ll go home and lie
in bed and think of just how fast
those childhood pleasures pass us by.
She moans and tosses
He sleeps lightly as always
And quickly is wide awake
Aware of her every move
He knows what will follow
He is ready
The moaning becomes a scream
He feels the terror
Knows the vile dragon that she battles
In her nightmare
Filled with hatred for the beast
He moves closer to her
“Don’t touch me!
Get your dirty filthy hands off me
“Get off…Get OFF
Stop it! STOP!” She shrieks
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
And he gently shakes her awake
Then moves back
As she bursts into sobs
“It’s just a dream…
I’m here….sh….there now
It’s only me!
He’s gone…he’s gone!”
And yet…though every cell
Is dying to rock her in his arms
He holds back
Knowing…she will cringe at his touch
And push him away
If he moves too fast
First he must slay the dragon
“I’ll never let him touch you again”
He whispers…gently moving closer…closer
“He’s gone…Gone.”
He is almost there
“If he EVER lays a finger on you…
I’ll make him pay….
You’re safe with me.
He won't EVER hurt you again."
Her hysterical sobbing
Quiets down
Almost imperceptibly
She sits up and pulls her knees in to herself
Burying her face in them as she rocks back and forth
Crying....more softly now
“NO ONE will ever hurt you again….”
There…he’s ready to gather her into his arms
She looks up into his eyes
The look of revulsion disappears
When she sees the dragon slayer of her dreams
There beside her…with love in his eyes
Still she holds back...feeling tainted, spoiled…dirty
Her hands running up and down her arms
Desperate to clean the marks
Of dragon fingerprints
Burned into her flesh
He understands and whispers
“You are mine now"…
He holds her hand
"You are so beautiful....
My angel…
I'm"...
And before he finishes
She throws herself into his arms
And holds on for dear life
To the dragon slayer...
Her savior
He doesn't know how long it takes
Until she falls back to sleep
Her even rhythmic breathing
Warming his neck
His arms enfolding her
There is so much he can't understand
So much of her that he still doesn't know
But he is sure of one thing…
He’d give his everything
He'd give his life
To slay every last dragon
Of her night.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
She moans and tosses
He sleeps lightly as always
And quickly is wide awake
Aware of her every move
He knows what will follow
He is ready
The moaning becomes a scream
He feels the terror
Knows the vile dragon that she battles
In her nightmare
Filled with hatred for the beast
He moves closer to her
“Don’t touch me!
Get your dirty filthy hands off me
“Get off…Get OFF
Stop it! STOP!” She shrieks
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
And he gently shakes her awake
Then moves back
As she bursts into sobs
“It’s just a dream…
I’m here….sh….there now
It’s only me!
He’s gone…he’s gone!”
And yet…though every cell
Is dying to rock her in his arms
He holds back
Knowing…she will cringe at his touch
And push him away
If he moves too fast
First he must slay the dragon
“I’ll never let him touch you again”
He whispers…gently moving closer…closer
“He’s gone…Gone.”
He is almost there
“If he EVER lays a finger on you…
I’ll make him pay….
You’re safe with me.
He won't EVER hurt you again."
Her hysterical sobbing
Quiets down
Almost imperceptibly
She sits up and pulls her knees in to herself
Burying her face in them as she rocks back and forth
Crying....more softly now
“NO ONE will ever hurt you again….”
There…he’s ready to gather her into his arms
She looks up into his eyes
The look of revulsion disappears
When she sees the dragon slayer of her dreams
There beside her…with love in his eyes
Still she holds back...feeling tainted, spoiled…dirty
Her hands running up and down her arms
Desperate to clean the marks
Of dragon fingerprints
Burned into her flesh
He understands and whispers
“You are mine now"…
He holds her hand
"You are so beautiful....
My angel…
I'm"...
And before he finishes
She throws herself into his arms
And holds on for dear life
To the dragon slayer...
Her savior
He doesn't know how long it takes
Until she falls back to sleep
Her even rhythmic breathing
Warming his neck
His arms enfolding her
There is so much he can't understand
So much of her that he still doesn't know
But he is sure of one thing…
He’d give his everything
He'd give his life
To slay every last dragon
Of her night.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
They are mad
They want to rip you apart, and you do not know them.
Or they you.
You are horrified.
Scared.
You cringe.
Hold up. Have you forgotten the power of love?
Throw love their way.
Not in words; but in prayers,
In thoughts, in silence
Encouraging them to express their feelings
Seeking to understand so you can give them more love.
People say they want world peace, yet they throw gasoline on
The flames of hatred that should already be dissipated in smoke
Too many people are throwing kerosene on other's feelings.
Why are people mean and mad? Why are they haters, bullies?
Because they are scared. Terrified, and they know no other way.
Show them love, show them appreciation, give them your hope.
Inspire and encourage them to develop their own hope.
Love is needed to change hearts and minds.
Love is necessary to build houses for the ones who need them.
Love is neighbors, community, puppies, dogs, kittens, joy, peace.
Love is what is needed. Like air and water, except more important.
To have a repenting heart
which is changed by flowing kindness,
you earnestly need to pray,
and I pray,while others rebel...
ejecting bitterness from their harsh words;
and as sinful as they are: they still
like to be praised for their formidable might:
to mock,to insult,and deride in an harmful way!
I pray, while others rebel...
demanding an act of veneration;
nothing that exposes conviction,
or liberation from libel!
They continue to look right and holy,
but underneath they cringe...
plotting against the will of God,
bending their ways to fit their habits;
an iron bar will bend 'till it melts
from the intense heat...and so will they!
I pray...while they rebel,
and set their mind on revenge...
their unconvincing glow seems strange;
do I have to resemble them in heart and mind,
speak in the same voice unti I reach Hell?
Haven't they noticed that I'm listening to another sound?
OLD AND NEW 5 : REBIRTHING
Machines spit out White Papers
in the name of change
birch cringe on law laden desks
chairs swivel, bins overflow
forests curdle to rebirth
Documents float before
eyeballs in our dreams
deserts emerge without oasis
guides await our asking
Greed with a capital G
still dominates
Into fast phones earthlings
want more fantasy colours
bronze cars, emeralds, struggle
promises or entitlement fulfilled
Ignorance descends with impunity
Down tumble pine forests
new bacteria party with villain
Corridors become empty
forlorn, barred, spooky
Machines dismantle
libraries dark and gloomy
Managers missing monkeys
portraits stare in cynic smile
then misty dolphins appear
East moves West
South moves north
Cymbals slap a Rebirthing
Another awaited 360%
©GhairoDanielsPoetry1999
There was something about her smile that said something is not right.
Or that I am a pigeon; or that I am not totally on task or very bright.
But I am slow on the uptake, so I said I would meet her brother Low-grr.
I did not realize until he appeared with roses that he is a green ogre.
Not the color difference that surprised me and made me cringe.
But the predatory twinkle in his brown eyes that gave me a hard twinge.
I felt him looking me up and down, and I felt a tremor for sure.
I knew at the end of the night I would be lucky to remain chaste or pure.
He is more handsome than the ordinary pink and brown guys I date.
More entertaining too; I knew I had truly met my glorious fate.
I took him home to meet the family and my grandma let out a scream.
The best lover I ever had was the same color as his green!
She was almost never this honest, so the family began to laugh.
Except, she added, that one time I dated a very well-hung giraffe.
My father’s face got dark and redder than I have ever seen.
Grandma is something else now that she’s an Alzheimer’s Queen.
Lighten up! My mother said. She is open to all kinds of stuff.
Being a doctor has made her much stronger, kind of tough.
Daddy could not stop blushing, but Ogre made him feel better.
He said, “Tell me about your best-looking Christmas sweater.”
Low-grr and I ended up being best friends, not lovers at all.
But we walk around the town and talk, and our talk is not small.
He asks about my grandma from time to time, because he is a great guy.
He truly is the best listener my girlfriend Jean said with a sigh.
So, I set them up on a date, and she married him straight away.
They both liked the set up; their wedding was happy and gay.
My grandma came and said some stuff that embarrassed my Dad.
But it was still the best time as maid of honor that I have ever had.
A man was sick and he loved to kill.
Committing murder gave him a thrill.
He stabbed people and shot some with guns.
Human beings meant nothing to him, it was fun.
He cut a man's heart out and it's enough to make people cringe.
Seeing his dad kill himself is what caused him to come unhinged.
He sneaked up behind a woman and slit her throat.
He was proud of the killings and decided to gloat.
Gloating was what caused him to be caught by the cops.
People are very thankful because he has been stopped.
When people found out that he was the killer, it was a big surprise.
He is locked up in an insane asylum and will be there until he dies.
What turns me on
I get up in the morning just to watch the sunrise.
I look at all the beauty, but I cannot surmise.
The colours spreading round the sky,
the light begins to grow,
From the great orange, pink ball,
from which all life does flow.
The birds they start to make a noise the Robin is the first
It’s the blackbird noise that make us cringe, it is by far the worse.
The fresh clean air of a morning so bright
Can do nothing but make my heart feel light
Another night has come to an end
Another day to make a stranger a friend.
These things make my juices flow, the spender of it all
The wide variety of everything, including that big ball.
It rises quicker now, and the light is getting bright,
We hope and pray it will shine all day
And get us through un-til to night.
The warmth we feel kissing our skin, the flowers open to embrace it,
The spiders start to spin their webs, all fancy, full and lacy.
The insects start to buzz and set off on the breeze
Their job is set for the day= to pollinate the flowers and trees.
What more could we ask, to set our day off right,
we have woken up again after another long, long night.
There are many that did not wake this day,
Be glad you are not one of them
So give a thought, to your God and thank him now
Amen.
I feel life breaking a glass, any glass
Or screaming at anyone with or without cause
For now, my breath and tears find no rest,
Seething on a bomb of fury, time claims a place
For rage piercing through my gut too deep...
I never knew he has gone beyond the stars
My soul hemorrhaged, my innocence vandalized--
Please tell me this is night's cruel illusion
Night prayers dripping stains of candle wax!
I blow like a dam but only silence hits back
My damn, damn being cries for hallowed nest
While he has traveled off in a land without maze,
And I continue to cringe...searching for
Quiet within an unforgiving self
I drown in explosions of why...
Why is Daddy suddenly dead?