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Tell me now please
Is the one you depict
A glum or a tease?
Is the one you portray
A friend or a foe?
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Please, do let me know!
He seems debonair
She’s all sugar and spice
This one is too wild
But this one seems nice
This one is a shy
This one is too bold
This one is SIZZLING HOT!
This one seems cold
The face that you show
Is it just a disguise?
Is that blue or green
In those brilliant eyes?
Is that person who puckers
Really sexy or plain?
Is the one with the glasses
A charm or a pain?
Is Miss Beautiful
Also beautiful inside?
Does Mr. Kind Looking
Have demons to hide?
Is Miss Sultry Queen
Curvaceous and hot?
Is Mr. “I’m all that!”
All covered in spots?
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Why are you a juicy fruit?
Or a cat or a dog
Or a partial birthday suit?
A scary faced monster
Initials short and sweet
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To my mind you're a treat!
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Don’t tell me…I’ll faint
Is my favorite poet
A sinner or saint?
Kindly answer me this…
Tell me, are you for real?
These pictures I see
Do they breathe, do they feel?
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I know that you won’t speak
Though your images lie
For I’m not strong but weak
Not one poet can peek
Past you to the real me
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So full of mystery!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Just when they
thought you were done
here you come again
pen & pad in tow
Ready to go the distance
and to depths
they'll never know
They say
you never know
who it is you may
be entertaining
Is it an angel?
A demon?
Who is it today
we're defaming?
Maybe shaming
a sinner by
throwing rocks
at their glass
How about praising
saints that rig boards
& hide behind checkered
pasts?
I know!!
Let's be devils for a spell
or a few because we can
then grandstand in a pew
on Sunday
Fun days throwing
caution to the wind
as if you never knew
right from wrong
Shew others
because they're
not like you
Same old
broken record
song
You win
as long as you
repent again & again
Right
This world is a
bright heaven for sinners
& hell for saints
with starter packets
Who wants to wear
that jacket anyway
even if it does come
equipped with wings?
It seems the caged bird
only sings to keep from
having to tell its sad story
All the gory details entailed
depict a horrifyingly
ironic comedy
Often mistaken
for shtick
this dramedy
is sickeningly real
You have to feel
what I'm putting down
in order to pick up
on their spiel
They lay it on real thick
but thinly disguise it
so that you remain
unaware
Who cares what YOU
have to say anyway
right?
Hey you with the glasses
how about we have you
lead the masses to
destruction?
As long as you
follow instructions
your blindness is
alright with me
Are you following me
or are you tracing
the outline of some
blind architect?
More power to you
but respect is given
to those that
respect themselves
How many shells
does it take for us to
see what's at stake &
think for ourselves?
Penny Lane
Penny Lane is more than just the last stop on the number 62 bus
Far removed from that of today
Where the children spit and cuss
The place tourists go to experience and kick up a fuss
Penny Lane words depict a black and white portrait of history
A branch on every scouse family tree
That which mum and dad got to see
When they were teens
Today viewing Penny Lane through the lens on a tourists bus
You sadly wont encounter any of this
It's very strange the way Liverpool changed
The old barber shop has been replaced by a supermarket chain
The banker opted for a foreign exchange
He now runs the New York stock exchange
And Freddy the fireman who kept a picture in his pocket of the queen
Apparently batted for the opposing team
He turned out such a scream
The only thing to the naked eye that appears to have stayed the same
Are the Beatles flying in the park under the cover of dark
And in typical fashion the English summer
Is still pouring rain
Its very strange
Something's never change
Here beneath Liverpool's decaying blue and red suburban sky
I was born and and shall die
the weak, they fall in silence on the way
they're wounded by the words that people say
the strong, they keep on marching night and day
and for the fallen, they don't stop to pray
the Darwin theory plays in social life
survival of the fittest in the strife
The strong, they maim and then run off in glee
A branch struck down from their familial tree
Community, a fable, sweet to share
but fable nonetheless, so few can care
If one is, hurt the body, it must bleed*
But it goes on, dismembered by the deed
There is no honor in demeaning talk
The walk of shame, the path they will not walk
Eileen Manassian
I come from a shame and honor society....a person's good name is more important to him/her than fortune or fame. So few know the meaning of true honor....The Bible comes from this region of the world...
Proverbs 12: 1 & 2-
A good name is more desirable than great riches;
to be esteemed is better than silver or gold.
New International Version (NIV)
Matthew 12: 36- But I tell you that everyone will have to give account on the day of judgment for every empty word they have spoken.
Empty words...Jesus says that if you call your brother stupid....you are in danger of hell fire....Something to think about....
Matthew 5:22 But I tell you that anyone who is angry with a brother or sister will be subject to judgment. Again, anyone who says to a brother or sister, ‘Raca,’ is answerable to the court. And anyone who says, ‘You fool!’ will be in danger of the fire of hell.
*In I Corinthians 12, Paul uses the analogy of the body to depict the community spirit that believers should have:
22 On the contrary, the parts of the body that seem to be weaker are indispensable, 23 and on those parts of the body that we think less honorable we bestow the greater honor......that there may be no division in the body, but that the members may have the same care for one another. 26 If one member suffers, all suffer together; if one member is honored, all rejoice together.
The two intrinsically interlinked aspects
of human subsistence, society and politics,
design the fundamental tenets of world order,
that regulates the dynamics of human coexistence.
The contextual norms and values of society
depict the evolving pattern of political topography
with the transforming architecture of public opinion,
fabricated by the community environment and culture.
The structure of the political system entwined
inseparably with societal fabric of race and gender,
harmoniously connects with the collective hierarchies,
deciding the course the nations will take in the future world.
A reflection of a woman in the mirror I do see.
A face graced with wrinkles stares right back at me.
Her appearance looks tired and worn with time.
I survey her face as her eyes meet mine.
Her hair is white and her skin is saggy.
Her jawline and neck appear drooping and baggy.
Who is this this lady in the mirror that I see.
Is this old lady supposed to be me ?
I feel no connection to this person at all.
She seems so frail, she looks so small.
My body is able and my mind is clear.
I am learning new things and growing each year.
I can jog round the park, I can dance till I drop.
I can sprint up a hill till I reach the top.
I can go on a trip and spend all day walking.
I can stay up all night with my friends, just talking.
I can work a full shift then come home and clean my house.
Then I'll cook dinner for me and my spouse.
I take care of my family, they don't take care of me.
I am agile I am healthy, I am still young inside you see.
In my mind I imagine myself to be 20 or so.
The reflection in the mirror is a woman I don't know.
The image portrays an illusion, it does not depict me.
Inside is a girl who is adventurous, full of life, vibrant and free
MISSHAPEN
surreal shadows
across
terrazzo spaces
erupt
to depict fragments
of antique
tapesteries
a backdrop
mushrooming
in beautiful
fungal features
swaddled tightly
in a softening display
of suave elegance
festooned
in tastefulnesss
so
arresting
a repetitive
attraction
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Calcium carbonate, crystalline complexion composed
Smooth surface, size, shape, color, and luster superimposed
Born from marine oysters, through bacterial resistance
Rancor becomes miraculously pristine radiance.
Loyalty, honesty, integrity, and purity
Soft yet solid, there's, in it, an inner serenity.
Does it not depict me—a person, friend, and confidant?
With thought, word, feeling, wisdom, and behavior concordant
I am a pearl with calmness within. There's no restless storm.
My unease is quenched. Tranquility has become the norm.
Pearly optimism has paved way for poetic vision.
Revision of mundane beings has become my mission.
A YELLOW ROSE
Every time I look at a yellow rose, I see life goes on no matter what.
Yellow, like the sun rising giving life for the birds start singing, people
waking up and moving around, plants welcoming the sun and so on.
Its scent and multiple set of soft, smooth petals portray the fullness
and sweetness of life when everything is all right and its thorns that
prick and can cause bleeding depict the pain and sorrow life brings.
8/17/21 Submitted A Brian Strand 2 to 14 Line Poetry
Brian Strand
6/24/21 Bite Size Poem No. 9 Poetry
Line Gauthier
What sounds, what pictures can express your grace?
I search my soul to lay fast claim on words
that will depict the worship you have stirred
with in my breast. Alas, they fly apace,
and I am mute. My love, I would abase
myself and to your merit mine defer;
o, could I conjure up the golden word
that would my imagery of you embrace!
I long to lift my voice in praise of thee;
yet, evermore in speechless wonder stand
that one who walks in nobl'st purity
would enter in and grace my barren land.
Do see my debt, my abject poverty,
how they must speak what words cannot command.
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, 1987