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It took many years for me to love me
For rich or for poor the body keeps the score.
Society is always on the go no time to be still,
no time to chill, we are expected to go with the flow
To be authentic, eccentric quirky, society resents this
to be different in society’s eyes is a no.
Present in the present everything must be fast no time to be slow.
It took many years for me to love me the way the I in the word individual
Deserves to be loved.
Society has a way of making one feel trapped and detached.
For all the math equations, anxiety frustrations the I in this individual
Has gone through subliminal it has took many years to find out that the
I in this individual never needed to fit in. Because I all ready fit within
The F and the T in between the word FIT.
For the love Individual I deserves is the IT in the word FIT.
The I in the individual already exists in the word LIFT
As the I begins the journey of elevation.
It took many years for me to love me the way the I
Deserved to be loved by a better half as if part of me was missing.
Half a man stumbling through life unsure about his place in the
World that places labels upon your existence twisting and breaking
You down expecting you to stand with a smile when life calls from an UNKNOWN NUMBER
the voice message reads “You better not frown”.
Don’t show your broken places, fractures or fragments.
This society’s systems can slow you down watch you drown and remain stagnant.
It took many years for me to love me
As if the I in individual was broken.
But the greatest love story I ever lived
Wasn't written in sonnets.
It was whispered in my bathroom mirror
At 3 AM when I finally said,
"I see you. I hear you. You matter."
The greatest love story started
When I stopped apologizing
For taking up space,
For laughing too loud,
For crying too hard,
For being too much
Or not enough
For anyone else's comfort.
This body has carried me through heartbreak,
These hands have created magic,
This mind has survived storms
That would have leveled cities.
These scars are not failures;
They are proof that I fought
And I'm still here.
I learned to fill my cup with kindness towards the boy I used to be
Now, when I love her, it over flows as we come together scars and all
on this journey called GROW.
“You’re not a giddy teenager
So why can’t you act you’re age?”
I looked at him heartbroken
Then my body shook in a rage
“Being passionate about life
Means I am acting like a child?
You demand that I be demure
Does that mean being meek and mild?
No, no, my dear, I want to shout
I want to be crazy and mad
To stick my head out the window
Belt out love songs that make me glad
I want to let my body move
To a belly dance drumming sound
I want to feel young and alive
Make love without hushing the sound
On days when I water the yard
I want to get wet to the core
As I point the hose to the sky
The wetness makes me crave for more
I want to see my sun catcher
Make the rainbows dance on my wall
And have multicolored sweet dreams
I want to wander through them all
When you take me for a long ride
I’ll let the wind dance with my hair
I want the music to be loud
What if people just stop and stare?
I want to laugh till my sides hurt
And the tears are just streaming down
I want people to be happy
So I play the part of the clown
They say life begins at forty
Now I know that it does for me
Don’t you dare try to bring me down
You know this 'girl' needs to feel free
Peter Pan’s not the only one
Who will stay forever this young
He’s got me for good company
You know, we have songs yet unsung
So…please, if I am eccentric
And acting a little insane
Remember that I’m passionate
So please, I beg you, don’t complain
And when I want to be ravished
Or to play a naughty love game
Don’t say that was for way back then
Don’t you dare try to make me tame
I desire to ingest life
At a mad and frenetic pace
I am desperate to feel the rain
Splashing down on my upturned face
You know that I must be sun kissed
And to spray on coconut spray
To do handstands in seawater
And to bask in this sun drenched day
I want to cry when things move me
I want to feel, to taste, to touch
I want to giggle like a girl
When something does please me so much
I’m sorry I disappoint you
Sorry I don’t act forty five
But before this life is over
I want to feel vibrant…alive!
Yet, I will try not to shame you
Try to tone it down just a bit
But my dear, this fact you must know
In your box, I surely don’t fit
Yes, you may think I’m 'immature'
And I may act much like a teen
But I’d rather be wild and free
Than captive to rules like a queen."
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Oh, this life has pierced my soul many times,
thrust me into bottomless pits;
impaled and bleeding- this girl has plummeted down,
falling, tumbling, immersed 'til I am sinking.
Life has thrown the dagger,
the plunge is deep.
Oh, death has left me so gutted and lost,
I have wept forlorn and grieving;
have asked why, why has this destiny been written,
I want an eraser- I will change my own fate.
Why life must you always,
eviscerate.
Oh, life sometimes you have sent me adrift,
sent me on journey's misleading;
given me false, flawed and corrupt information,
erroneous- leaving me hallucinating.
Life you have given facts
so fallacious.
Oh, life you have left me in a whirlwind,
on swirling, twisting gauzy threads;
but instead of down I am spiraling on up,
there is this cyclone- in the mazes of my mind.
I hold a tendril in,
a vortex twirl.
Oh, life amaze and show me the beauty,
tease me with the puzzle of you;
rattle, ruffle, and entangle your mystery,
this girl- is ready to be bemused and bedazzled.
Life I am awestruck,
bewilder me.
Oh, life I have this great thirsty yearning,
do not torture and torment me;
for I want only to enchant you with my charm.
I forgive you for the bottomless pit journey.
Life I am in the mood,
to tantalize.
Oh, life you may find me an odd, weird girl,
I like things just a tad bizarre;
yes I can be strange and a little eccentric,
for example- I like wearing old vintage clothes.
Life I am questioning,
and curious.
Oh, life make me a sweet crimson flower,
flame-colored deep in a garden;
dress me up in fury and flaming red petals,
I wish to be- a fallen lady just growing.
Life make me a beauty,
dressed in scarlet.
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June 14, 2018
Poetry/Verse/The Dagger of Life
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1030-996-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Eight Word Challenge 7
sponsor, John Hamilton
First Place
When I
feel down
and out of sorts
and have no get up and go
the only thing that lifts my spirits
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when moving my head
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with flowers in my hair
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Written to lift my mood on 10th April 2021
Contest All Yours (April 12)
Sponsor Brian Strand
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Contest 'Z' contest New or Old
Sponsor Constance La France
FIRST PLACE
Life is all about family and love.
July 20, 1969, this day in history
Astronaut Neil Armstrong walked on moon, 240,000 miles
From Earth, a billion people
Listening at home:
“That’s one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind.”
This same day near midnight
A small town in Taiwan island, a baby
Was born. I was born!
This clinic nurse in the lobby
Told my grandmother: “It’s a girl.”
Disappointing granny then
Turned around and went on home: without hesitation.
Everyone wished I
Was a boy!
Life is all about family and love.
Introspective, peacemaker, stammering, am I so.
My order sister
Too, born as a special child. She
Blames my mother granting me a prettier face. She
Demands everyone rewarding her undivided attention. I
Pretended permitting her full control over me – until, I
Ceased pretending!
A blessing or a curse, am I not.
Lack of nurturing,
false, no one – mom and dad did their very best.
Celebrate. I am the pretty one.
Life is all about family and love.
Grounded, stubborn, fearless, am I so.
Sunrise; sundown; circle of seasons,
presenting the most powerful version of me – fiercely, am I not.
Schooling, work, duty, responsibility, I am so.
Tearful five years of family revolution – a summon
From entropy, chaos! Three people
again one – the disgraceful one as I
was named!
Shocking, awakening, baffling, agonizing,
Life is all about family and love.
Eccentric, curious creature, solitude endeavor, am I so.
A grateful heart roaring
Abundant resources, reaching
Extraordinary heights, a lifetime student, am I not.
Millions of mistakes. Countless mis-turns.
Knowledge applied become wisdom.
Walking this lonely road missing
A mentor. Not a road less traveled, but
A road worth travels.
Life is all about family and love.
Ecstatic, untethered, blissed soul, am I so.
My father – a giver, a protector,
a provider – kindest man on earth.
Along the way, without permission, his little girl makes him proud.
Truly my father’s daughter. I am so!
Redeem mother’s homemade
Cooking once more. That’s one
Small step for the self-chained mother, one giant leap
For a tranquil daughter.
Life is all about family and love -- forgivingly.
Indirect interference into interesting iconographic inked inner initiative is not a carefully stepping clam, a carved tree cake nor a dune of a moon. Taking no bistro out for a walk or a cafeteria for a swimming lesson. For galas are won by astronomical gesturing garages who can do a high speed sprint in a pool. And high jumping competitions are competitively won by a zero rated steak sandwich with extra relish and cheese. Well that helps with the balance. Wow. Even eggs, explosive electric eels, erotic earwigs, economic ecliptic eccentric elves, and a fortified frog are capable of racing a tidal wave. Perfect. Pass. Perfect position. A country manor is not maneuvering on a dry day. Dry days deliberate drying dresses. And dance of the nine millimetre worm can be most admired in a pie of a circus tent. Whirling around carrying eighteen batons, a baseball, a silver jacket encrusted with rhino slices, snake shoes, and a tiny earring glowing. Lights that are lit at that moment will ensure a beacon built. And beacons are not big bakers they are brilliant bringers and bombarding battlers. So not a duty seen before in a table spire leg of a nineteen century church with a nice arrangement of flowers and candles. Watch how it moves around in the dining room. Arlington National Bank meeting Arlington castle in a tank ranking above all the little poor people. Nineteen fifty one and three quarters through the year but now overseas known as an overweight quarterback. General-purpose general genes. And the light from a single bin can foresee an evening gown in a long moveable mirror. Mirrors message movements making music movies. Instantaneously it is. How rather remarkable don't you think? And now take a little pixie and have a little dance in a bathroom. Great. Especially when carrying ten loaves of bread, seeded buns, apple cakes and the mucus from a very fat slug is said to be gold in a full moon. So kiss a grass snake and lean on a temple. Forty forms frolicking. Going boing. Wow. Marvellously enchanting is an armpit aroma? Hahaha the glass is staring at nothing today. Hahaha disrupted drainages hahaha left wing right tail light hood bonnet boom. Boot shaped milkshake on a intersection. Xxxxxxx millionaire monsters. Chat cheat. Xxxxx psycholinguistics z Z Z Z Z bang bang bing bongo. ***
Form:
Stirring hearts – igniting sparks
Joy and hope, peace and love
Lighting the world with His fire
Favor that fills the soul
With a spirit of sincerity, a feeling
That inspires truth and sharing,
Generosity that abounds
In the silence of a moment
When a heart is forever changed
By the wonder of His grace
The forever in His ways
The reasons I will always praise
Whispers of courage – inspired
By a faith so alive, so brave
There is belief that never fades
Into the stillness, that quiet place
Where the heart rests when
Life becomes too crazy, too weird
Ridiculous to consider, eccentric
And without any true sensible
To color the dreams in a forever
Who knows the meaning of believing
The meaning who flavors moments
In a faith that overwhelms the doubt
Leaves the heart with certainty
Abiding trust – conviction and credence
Moving the mind to listen
Erasing the darkest suspicions
With a confidence who never fades,
A moment that is all ablaze
With sincerity that rains its grace
Through the soul, through the hopes
Into the dance of a life, a chance
For the saints to amaze
The light to illuminate and hesitate
Just beyond the freedom,
Where He is forever with us,
Inviting the heart into a relationship
Where His love is the center,
His mercy gives the gift of giving
This is the time – the age
To find the answers in Him
With prayers going up,
Singing hymns filled with inspiration,
Listening to the quiet of a light
Who arises to bless and bring us
Each one a piece of forever
The elation that His presence
Stirs into the fire of a blessing
Far brighter than any breath of the sun
Far greater than any hope just begun
So that we can know love that is always
Love that brings the heart so much
Warmth that there is a comfort
Who fills the soul with unending pleasure
This is the time, this moment
For reaching out to the hand of hope,
The One who knows just how to cope
Jesus, our everlasting promise…
The One who brings us out of the darkness
Into the moment when we can be sure
There is glory to look forward to
There is wonder that never fades away
There is light to shatter the doubt
There is love that can erase every ache
There is Jesus… and He is the only way
To know a life that is filled with grace
Dr Doom: Well Reed, we meet again, and excuse me for putting your dear ex to sleep, or she'd use her powers to conjure that defense shield that would make capturing the "Eccentric Four" a bit more tiresome.
Mr. Fantastic: Well, Doom...
Dr Doom: I'm a doctor! The only real doctor around here.
Mr. Fantastic: Oh, quite right. Your four years report card, hmm?
Dr Doom: Are you forgetting where you're at? We are not in a classroom listening to some old fool babbling on and on and...
The Human Torch: Oh, you mean like what you are doing now old man, or is it, old fool!
Dr Doom: You smudgy little butane you!
The Human Torch: If you hurt my sister, I'll... oh sis you're up, are you ok?
The Invisible Woman: Just a bit woozy, but I'll be fine Johnny.
Dr Doom: You'll do what!
The Human Torch: Huh?
Dr Doom: You said that if I hurt your sister, you'll do ... well, what, what were you going to do?
The Thing: Well, if he doesn't do it, then I will!
Dr Doom: Will what! I'll what! What is it that you guys will do? Who do I have here? The Fantastic Fools!
The Human Torch: You'd better watch out, don't get my buddy Ben mad, ... or he'll get STONED.
Mr. Fantastic: Ready Sue.
The Invisible Woman: Yes Reed.
Mr. Fantastic: Ben now!
The Invisible Woman: Johnny, quick!
Dr Doom: Huh, where, who, when, what?
The Human Torch: You forgot the "how"! Ready Reed.
Mr. Fantastic: Yeah, I got him. Get on board our ship and fire it up!
Dr Doom: Ugh, Let go of me you Rubber Duck!
Mr. Fantastic: You mean, Doc, as in doctor, right, Sucker Loon! Okay, guys, here I come. Speed away, Ben!
The Thing: Okay, and away we go!
The Human Torch: Woo Hoo!
Dr Doom: I'm all tied up, get me out of here!
Speaker: The men just ended their shift and we will be back tomorrow to untie you sucker, I mean doctor.
Dr Doom: We? What do you mean we?
Speaker: We all joined the Space Union yesterday. I know you're mad doctor, so after we untie you tomorrow morning, I will have a Grievance form ready for you to fill out. Oh yes, you would will need to initial and sign that form, but you needn't worry, I will have it highlighted ... then it'll be easy on the eyes, okay. Bye doc.
Dr. Doom: I'm a doctor, not a duck ... AHH!
As little child walked in the field of flowers,
Picking and smelling them as she grows,
The pervading air fragrance of Guava
The majestic mellow Mangoes too in wet season,
The atmosphere of green garden eggs,
Caressing melody of crunchy carrots cracker,
The hidden colours of pineapples,
Bulb of yellow oranges lighted the line green trees,
Would be in season all year, including rags to
riches filling Maize
And pods shelled nourishing beans,
Surging umbrella leaves of papaya,
Shallow rooted coco-yam,the variegated
lettuce that brightens everyday,
With the crowded bananas are growing everyday,
But now,they are in wet tins and dry cartons
For that very busy mankind.
The landscapes within are beautifully measureless,
The Jacaranda and Tamarind trees had cast
Their shadows on the plain, and not forgetting,
The Silk-cottons and the wilderness of palm fruits
That grow tall and sure,
And under them we played cracking out nuts and
eating them,
But now, elevated long balcony, we have
That you stand and weep of the passing phases.
The sepulcher we all grew up in,
Might not be the same dungeon now,
And the cradle you are born in
Could well be the same abode now,
Thatched roof has given birth
To corrugated reflections,
Likewise the fragile asbestos fight for space with concretizing flat,
The mud debris has turned to bricks and plaster erect;
New galaxies of dwelling and scattered
About in a festival of designs;
Some are like an octagonal
A cone, a triangle and spec angular façade yet unseen;
All glasses, cupped and straight down
Like the eccentric mansions in heaven,
The spec tropic clime had turned suddenly,
The wind blows and smell of change,
The sun blaze down on man and space and warned,
Of great consequent yet in the
Outer-atmosphere would burst,
As we are cuddly warm
The poles wildly discharged their zillion captured
Water in a spasm of deluge right upon us…I think,
Like urchins, we fumble forgetting the next hour,
But what would happen is nature’s raison d’etre;
Man and his environ scope both have shibboleth gone pathways
And fast we are turning into artificial humankind.
You held everything together when it seemed everything was crumbling down.
If it's any consultation I'll be the first to admit.
I miss you with everything I have in me.
It's not that beautiful face or the body that accompanies it.
It's those huge eyes that I could stare into forever.
With all the time we've spent with each other.
As the time we spend far from each other.
I miss the goofy big haired girl that always made me laugh.
The wit to fall in love with someone like me.
The things I reveal in braille.
You took every part of me and wore me with your look.
Your fashionista sensibility.
You make the simplest of anything that much better.
I grew accustom to those moments.
The moments I never sought in anyone else.
I could never look at anyone the way I looked at you.
Eccentric and fun.
A model that rips the runway of my eye.
A pretty face that made every idea that much brighter.
It was always the sincerity of how you looked at everything.
From your hair.
Your smile.
I miss that.
The precious feeling when I'd hold you in my arms.
The need to protect something as precious as you.
Life makes the simplest of anything complicated.
I sought to protect and cherish you with everything I have.
My heart in love with everything you are.
You irk me, you irritate me. You press my every right button.
Most of all I could never look at another woman the way that I've looked at you.
The reasons I miss you, that I love you so.
You changed my perspective of what love is.
I irritate you for the beauty found in those moments.
To miss a flight and spend just a second more.
Forgetting the public eye, to fade off.
The things we keep between you and I.
Your sense of humor.
Your tongue against the side of my neck.
We've shared pieces of ourselves that I know deep down we wish we could take back.
But all the money in the world couldn't make any other moment that more important.
Pride aside, I left the best part of me with you.
If I could do it all again I wouldn't change a thing.
You inspire me without solemn apology.
Because of you I am different.
The quality of how special you are.
Deep down I crumbled.
You inspired me to find the beauty in the rubble