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In the garden of evil
A dark maiden wishes kisses
She summons a blond princess
Against her inner wishes
In the midst of poisonous berries
In the middle of sharpened thorns
She is grabbed by the dark maiden
Her feelings towards her scorned
Through the dark magical orb
Hummingbirds to the rescue go
They hover to show their wrath
But the dark maidens powers show
They are followed by beautiful butterflies
And in turn they too succumb
This dark maiden and her powers
Has made natures beauties run
The princess closes her eyes
To think of the world summoned from
As the dark haired maiden wilts
Against a pure and power strong
The fallen hummingbirds
And the butterflies who fell
Returned through the light
As the princess would finally tell
There is no room for the dark
In a world so colourful and free
To be with the grace of such creatures
Who followed to look after me
I hope that this will be a lesson
If others hear my story
Fight against the dark maiden
Over nature, she will never have glory
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THIS POEM IS DEDICATED TO CAREN KRUTSINGER’S CHALLENGE TO WRITE ANOTHER PRINCESS
POEM IN HER COMMENT TO MY POEM FROM SOOT TO RICHES.
THE KISS OF A PRINCE
Snow Whites evil stepmother thought she was fairest of all
Her mirror said dearest Queen , as she faced the wall,
Your beautiful dark haired daughter is,
You are second by far, accept this,
The queen planned to poison the princess, so she’d fall!
Snow White afraid ran away far into the woods,
In her hands she held no clothing or goods,
She made friends with seven short men,
Called dwarfs, who loved her, but when
Off to work warned her, strangers lurked in the woods.
A knock on the window, hello said an old hag,
Please taste this apple I have in my bag.
Snow White innocently took a bite,
She fell, poisoned, the dwarfs cried,
Along a path one day a Prince did zig zag!
Snow White in a glass coffin she lay,
The Prince stopped what a beauty, he did say,
He bent to kiss her, she chocked,
She awoke, the prince was shocked,
Proposed to her, married, and in the palace they stay!
The cemetery was still but not silent as Ben Braxton leaned against the rough trunk of an ancient oak. It stood apart from the mourners, yet close enough that he could clearly see and hear them. His gaze locked on the dark-haired woman next to the grave site. It's been a long time, Rachelle. Too long since I've been back. He looked down and wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand.
The giant oak spread its roots in a huge circle beneath his feet and its curvy gnarled limbs stretched over the meadow as though laying claim to everything within the reach of its broad shadow. In the late afternoon on this October day, that shadow seemed to embrace all those who wept. As the priest bowed his head and said his last words of prayer over the coffin, Ben sighed and silently joined them in weeping. Perhaps coming back to Willerton was a mistake.
As if in answer to his doubt, thunder roared. Ben looked up to see perilous black storm clouds drifting overhead. The wind wound its way through the oak's branches, whispering like the rustling of silk, and filling Ben's mind with fear and sadness. He turned the collar of his coat up around his neck and listened. If he hadn't known better, he'd swear the gruff voice in his mind was that of his longtime friend, Jake Kehrer. But that was impossible, now that Jake was dead.
September 22, 2022
To Phillip, a Child I Lost
Dear One, you were so small, and helpless.
Against the onslaught of Fate, the will of God.
You were such a tiny thing, a spouted seed, resting there,
Within the dark uncertain confines of my womb.
But you had life, you were a living, throbbing soul.
The most marvelous and beautiful of God's creations, a Human being.
They ask how I could love you, Whom I never held.
A babe who never suckled at my breast.
But you were mine, a product of my love
A part of me, and him I hold most dear.
Dark is the womb, but crueler is this world.
This cold world you'll never get to see.
Dear one, I am empty now, no small helpless life waits there within me.
So I must say good by, to the Son I never held but loved.
God in His wisdom and matchless love, looked fondly from His throne
And picked a bud before it ever bloomed.
To compliment the roses in His vast Bouquet.
Dear One, you will never be cold or hungry or alone.
You will never fight a war or know the shame of sin.
You are very blessed and loved, by your Mother and your God.
Dear One, very soon, a dark-haired woman will enter there
To be greeted by her Savior and a smiling babe...
I met him on a summer’s day,
when life seemed very far away
A home once mine when as a boy,
I’d lived and loved and searched for joy
Twas taken cruelly from my grasp,
the black sheep son, now left askance
As I walked past this house so tall,
a dark haired man in t-shirt called
“How are you today” he said and smiled,
my burden lightened, my mood beguiled
I knew that instant, my Angel named,
and in that moment, we friends became
With all the magic in his heart
my life rebuilt, he drew the chart
For two short years he gave me all,
and fifty more I still recall
How at a crossroads he there stood
a lighthouse shining, and always would
I owe so much to that young man
who took me in and took my hand
And saved me from a life unhinged,
and me a stranger—but not to him
Bob may be gone, but deep inside,
his smile stays, his goodness shines
If I may live another year,
his words I’ll carry close and dear
And thank my Brother from the sun,
—for the grateful man that I’ve become
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February 12. 2018)
‘Read At Bob’s Funeral, 2/24/18’
Time does simply fly passing clouds on it's way
Dark or fluffy white below them life has say
Even the likes of I, who I met, where I went
Sporadic, or for a reason, I to there was sent
It's where I went that matters, and who I went to meet
For me it was a she of beauty, I'm swept from my feet
She, this dark haired wonderment, I soon to greet
Four days beside my side, gracing ones cities streets
These days of happening past, two years on passing clouds
If I were to show my heart, inside this Scotsman proud
For in it time can't change, or ever to tear it apart
If I had to go back to our together again, I'd joyously restart
This rock of the brave
In the Mediterranean Sea
There is a Maltese Maiden
A lure for me
We will meet in it's Capital
Steeped in history
Valletta is it's name
But for tonight it's our chemistry
After a three hour flight
In Malta I land
To the hotel I am taken
Corinthia Marina so grand
I am now booked in
On my balcony I await
Looking over St George's Bay
For my Maltese date
I hear a knock at the door
As I open at ease
A beautiful sight I see
Has my blue eyes in please
A dark haired maiden
With skin so tanned
So beautifully dressed
Like a million grand
On the balcony we sit
With a vintage red wine
My heart is pounding
At her beauty so fine
I lay down my glass
In pursuit of a kiss
She responds like a magnet
Our lips now in bliss
I take her by the hand
My Maltese girl
My heart pounding
In an ever-ending twirl
Into my arms I take her
In kissing embrace
Our hands now in wander
In undressing grace
We fall on the bed
Of silken sheets
Where our adventure begins
As our bodies meet
In carnal crave
We join as one
As we are shadow dancing
In the late evening sun
The depths of our love
As we share our potions
In arched sync
Rhythmic explosions
As we sigh and groan
At the moment we have shared
For tonight on this brave island
Our love has been declared
We awake in the morning
Entwined in each others arms
And our sensuous joys
Loving charms
We spend the day
Holding hands and kissing
With my Maltese Maiden
In many years, we'll be reminiscing
For a Lady, whose heart is as big as the island she stays on " Charmaine Chirop "
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I'm looking into a mirror at the age in my eyes
And the lines on a battle scarred face
Wondering where it all went
Children have grown and time has taken its toll
But the dreams never die and I feel a joy in knowing
That while death is a worthy adversary and will win in the end
Some have never lived
It doesn't seem so distant that a cowboy walked down the street
Plastic handles on the pistols
A back in the saddle again mindset
And dreams of heroic maiden saving feats
Dominated the thoughts of a little boy
While the ocean called his name and new passions arose
Oh the maidens! A pirate at times
But laughter and good times were ongoing
Never really facing the inevitable fate of one's own mortality
And life was to be led for the moment
A walk down the streets of Cobh
A smile from a young woman in Stavanger
Bracing for cold in the air in Vaernes
But sweltering in the warmth of the Norwegian people
GOD Would I do it again
From Christmas in Barcelona to a late spring adventure
In the back room of a bar on the French Riviera
You can take all that I acquired but leave my memories
Of that Sunday in Edinburgh and the castle in Patras
The arms of a dark haired beauty in Athens
And the grace of her charms in Genoa
In review I felt the joys and sorrows
Triumphs and defeats
Happiness and anguish but without regret
Should we choose anew I would return
Until the time approached again
For review.
My dad fell head over heels in love with my mom during their college years. Mom was a petite, a dark haired, dark skinned little angel would could warble a song like none other, with a smile that earned her the name, Sunshine! Her real name? Angel! He was a tall, handsome, fair-skinned, bearded man from a far off land named Persia. He spoke no Arabic. She spoke no Farsi or Armenian, though her father was Armenian. The very first words she ever said to him were, “Are you alright?” when he was thrown off the maintenance truck, probably because he was staring at her and not holding on. They fell madly in love…..Only later….later did they discover that she was 10 years his senior. She looked much younger. He looked much older, and this was the Middle East where age MATTERS.
A strange twist of fate
My love not defined by years
Why should it matter?
She broke up with him and she broke her own heart in so doing. He tried to stay away. Not only was she older, she was part Arab, and his mother would NEVER approve. Armenians married Armenians. If they did not do so, the race would die out. She threatened him in a letter. “If you marry that Arab, you are no longer my son!”
Forbidden…your love
My heart in state of turmoil
Family demands
The age difference was a chasm that was impossible to cross….but he loved her. He adored her…her smile…her tender heart...her beautiful voice. He begged her to come back to him. “I cannot live without you.” She had been longing to hear those words. They married, and everyone named them….the love birds. When Mom got sick with MS, it was Dad who cared for her, who wouldn't put her in a home, who shed tears for the woman who had borne him three children and had been a support to him during his years of administrative and pastoral work in Iran. He bathed her, brushed her teeth, combed her hair, changed her soiled clothes, took her for rides…the only time she felt free! He carried her down three flights of stars on his back when he had to rush to the bomb shelter….Don’t tell me love is bound to age! NONSENSE! I've seen with my own eyes…a love that defies all odds…and remains strong…to the gates of death.
My Angel is gone
The sweetest joy of my life
When you were my wife
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Each silver strand has a story to tell
I watched them all appear
As that dark haired beauty of a bride I took
Journeyed with me through the years
The first long streak of silver hair
Made the scene on that tragic day
When a driver who had too much to drink
Sent her wonderful father on his way
The second strand – on the other side
Came after a night of angst and pain
But her labor resulted in our first born son
To whom we gave her father’s name
There are strands there from the measles
And strands when I lost my job
Strands from the world’s upheavals
And strands from the night that we got robbed
But each flowing strand of silver hair
Helps frame that beautiful face
Of the brave and courageous woman
Who in my heart always has a place