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When the heart bleeds
The body is silent
The mind is mute
Unable to send healing agents
Coursing through the veins
To bring healing
The body waits…with bated breath
For an outer force to come to the rescue
To bind up the wound
And bring healing
When the body bleeds
The mind is quick to sends signals
That activate the life giving elements in the blood
To start the clotting process
To stop the vital flow
From ebbing away
And endangering life
Ah…ah….but when the heart bleeds
It beats a requiem without music or words
And the body mourns…
Helpless and torn
There is unearthly silence
Accompanied by tears
For the heart no one can rescue
No one can heal
Except the very one
Who made the heart bleed.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
While sidestepping impediments,
Achilles heel stricken with paralyzing zap
chronically inducing captain klutz
to bemoan and yap,
i.e. (think) booby trap
strategically laid down by the missus -
necessitating yours truly
to patschke with marauder map
in an to circumvent and handicap
becoming lame and crippled for life
essentially rendering me totally tubular
pathetic non-ambulatory chap.
Aforesaid dangerous tripping hazard,
the spouse I do calmly berate
causing me being waylaid
for very important date
and/or additionally hurrying
to forestall bowel movement,
viz urgent incommodious fate
mine impromptu tanglefoot (feet) dance step
doth ineluctably foment hate.
Ready to lash out courtesy sanity claws
meanwhile thee wife burst out with guffaws
me cursing Sir Isaac Newton's gravitational laws
one infuriated husband
our marital covenant, he swiftly redraws
subsequently divorce sputters
thru clenched jaws
underscoring how feigned wedded bliss
(actually shotgun marriage)
replete with many flaws
e'er since chance encounter
regarding future maternal cause
deux daughters we begat
packed their bags at tender age,
and left home without pause.
All these approximate
two score plus oddly even years
avoiding precarious hazardous risks wears
heavily reinforced steel tipped
crampon tricked out boots,
which rugged footwear eventually tears,
though they outlasted lifetime
predicted on advertisements and follow up
customer satisfaction questionnaires
as satisfied survivor traversing
harrowing riddled landscapes,
I feel adequately trained to join
most hardy (doubting thomas) mountaineers,
especially those with surname Reznick
livingsocial, snapchatting, and twittering in Switzerland
possibly linkedin with Harris heirs
this wordsmith conclusively blares.
I non-jokingly attest -
above recounted spectacle no humorous avail,
thereby true love moost prevail
when wife leaves mayhem and bedlam
nothing boot trail of destruction without fail
excellent preparation if/when
purblind poetic papa needs to learn Braille.
DESOLATION IN DESPONDENCE
Me jovial convivial social being
always cherishing cheery dynamism in every step,
now global crisis putting in compulsive isolation.
House confinement subject to social distancing running mandatory.
Standstill static stagnant situation creating suffocation.
But what to do, no alternative.
I must cope up to fight against invader virulent virus Corona
spreading silhouette of sudden scare in sky of global life,
endangering mass of populace.
Home imprisonment tough,
but tougher to manage household cores
for Indian Senior citizens dependent on domestic help.
Wishful expectation to start Count Down
to end Lock Down at earliest
to get relief on revival of normal life.
04/03/20
'STRAND POETRY PICK 1' Contest by Brian Strand
Smoke bellowed out the top
Of the trawler’s ships
As the merciless hunters loaded
Their harpoons with exploding tips
“There she blows,” a sailor shouted
It was a female whale that surfaced and spouted
The engines roared in hot pursuit
The Captain aiming ready to shoot
He shoots, it explodes, making a hole in her fin
She gasps her last breath as she can no longer swim
Her eyes expresses her agony and shock
Then close as she passes out and sinks like a rock
Divers plunge to secure their with ropes
But she is out of reach dashing their hopes
Then in the darkness she feels a thump
Again and a again under her she feels the bump
Her eyes open drowsily to see him struggling to push her up
A male dolphin she identifies when he swims close up
Endangering his own life he will not go up for air
She must breath first as he is overwhelmed with her despair
What seemed an eternity she finally surfaces and takes a breath
The he surfaces satisfied they both cheated death
He swims gently supporting her wounded fin
Til they reach the shore of an island call Baralin
The water is warm and shallow enough
For her to breath where the water’s not too rough
He swims out to sea where it’s warm in the south
And returns with plankton and kisses her transferring it from his to her mouth
Each time he does this, their feels grow strong
Of the love between a dolphin and a whale which will be remembered in loves folk song...
**For Elizabeth Wesley, Who wanted a poem of a dophin who falls in love with a
whale**
February is a fascinating gateway to cool hand crispy, fooling us yearly.
Appearing yearly overnight, when we are dreaming of warmer things.
Covering the earth with her glistening white beauty, knowing we will be mesmerized.
And we are enthralled by her crispy, clean looking white-sheet pureness.
We wake up googly-eyed, yelling for others to get up
and see something we forget
Leads us into a season of sore throats, red noses,
ear aches, and other vile conditions
Drying our faces and noses. While the bottoms of
our feet become hard and harsh.
February is a well-learned trickster.
Lulling us into a sense of bliss spurred on by glistening snow.
She blows in from the north, relishing our discomfort, proud of her power,
Knowing what she is doing is tormenting the wild ones who scavenge for food,
Not caring a whit that she is endangering our lives daily
on the icy drives to and from work.
Laughing at our reluctance to be in below twenty degree temperatures.
Cool hand crispy takes over about three weeks in,
hardening our hearts toward February.
Making us forget our initial delights,
throwing our cars off of freeways into embankments.
Maiming and killing us because she can,
not because she truly wants to, or cares to.
February is a tremendous reminder that life changes
in a second. A gateway to cool hand crispy.
NOW - casus belli upon the head of Alabama Governor Kay Ivey
Greenlighted signal activating
opprobrious rapacious incestuous grievous...
Alabama Human Life Protection Act approved
desecration against women enrages
this Pennsylvania older married male,
cuz females inherent reproductive rights violated
occasioning this extemporaneous diatribe
absolute zero peace of mind
extant among national female community
must exhort against inherent pro choice
to terminate unwanted pregnancy,
especially if vicious physical molestation
forced to be encumbered
with violent impregnation
feeding in utero parasite of HATE
unwanted baby constant reminder
brutal assault sexual
potential barbarous perpetrators
empowered misogynistic beasts
overturn sanctity biology bestowed
child bearers revolt against demoniacal
legislation, this fellow livid with rage
foments revolution, he doth decry
unfair penalty sabotaged privacy
endangering mental, physical, spiritual
well being, asper threatening welfare
concerning calamitous encroachment
cancerous, egregious, ferocious...brutality
lurks around every corner
nonconsensual execrable attacks,
vis a vis brutal, contagious, deleterious...
creating hellacious environment
jeopardizing sanctity, safety, security
renting asunder irrecoverable,
irreparable, irrevocable...undeserved
cursed fate unleashed by one pen stroke
nullifying sacred covenant bestowed
since dawn (and eve) of consciousness
maternal pact cleft as horrible incorrigible
jackanapes knock living daylights
every girl, lass, lady...
she must fear all approaching men
suddenly, I become suspect
driving chasm between both genders,
thus the emergency alarm clangs
deafening sensitive eardrums!
FEAR TO OVERCOME
Fundamentally fear formed from forceful stress
Enters mind endangering efficiency.
Acts awfully against analytic approach
Rolls, rustles, ripples in reproach.
Try to transcend with tact and competence.
Oblivious solution lies in dependence on self-confidence.
Out of fear, don’t lose your gear.
Value your skill in every venture driving out fear.
Endeavor on dauntless effort.
Remove also, phobia sprung from stupid reflex.
Chase fear challenging nervousness.
Overcoming fear welcome struggle.
More you are afraid more you will miss.
Entry of bravery on exit of fear factor.
08/30/21
Letting go
Have you ever felt yourself holding back all those feelings? Where you just want to shout them from the roof tops.
Until everyone hears.
The pain, the agony the torture of letting someone who is worth more than money, worth more than treasure and worth so much more than gold go is the hardest thing in the world!
I remember when we first met. Your eyes stared perfectly into mine, it was a wish come true. I remember all the laughter all the fighting and each little bit of happiness your love and company made. I was the happiest, I felt loved and I felt honored.
The word war. Soon took over, the word war poisoned your precious brain, the word war captured you like a spider captures a fly on a web.
War arrived.
I spent the last day with you doing the same usual tucked up in our luxury soon to be changed for a filthy battlefield filled with other poisoned brains lying dead on the ground. I treasured each second I had with you. I hoped it wouldn't be our last.
Early morning I laid out your uniform. I felt guilty.
I could not stop you from endangering your life.
I wanted to run away with you. Anywhere without war. I would've happily escaped to save your freedom. You meant so much to me, you still do now . How I'd love to see your face.
Oh how I regret holding back those feelings, the pain the agony the torture still kills me a little more inside each time the sun will rise.
From the day you said goodbye.
I could do nothing but cry.
Each day I would prey.
When you are back I want you to stay.
Goodnight my solider,
I love you more and more each day.
Form:
June 5 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Job 19-21
Key Verse – Job 19:26 And though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO ASSURES US
THAT WE CAN SEE HIM
Praise be to God for assuring us that we can see Him by His:
Mercy that magnifies Him amidst our miseries
Miracles along His moves so measureless
Might of managing our moments
Message toward meaningful memories
Magnificence above mystical and magical myths
Job 20:29 Praise be to the Lord for appointing us, His people, His heritage:
Nourishing our souls eternally
Nurturing our spirituality earnestly
Negating our sinfulness, endangering
Not negotiating our service of selfish efforts
Nestling our salvation in His sustenance, everlasting
Needing His sanctification for stewardship empowerment
Job 21:22 Praise be to the Saviour for
teaching us His knowledge that:
Offers answers with His truth
Opts for His approval through trust
Opens to us His affirmation during trials
Optimizes His affirmation toward triumph
Organizes our activities against time-testing temptations. Amen!
June 5, 2024
Part One of the Hearts of Man
They looked tommorrow in the face
and decided to sail
there beyond the sea
whereAegir troubles
to cause the storms to task men
we shall stand positioned
to reap the bounty of the sea
One sailor stood and said and you shall be alone
as we are wise to the storms
of this place The Odyssey might sail
but without a crew
he sighted endangering a system for personal gain
had drawn this crew to refuse to sail
" trouble ye thyn self"
they chanted and walked away.
Day's later the Captain reentered the city looking for
a new crew
with promises of gold and tresure
and women that even the unworthiest man
could have as his own.
Lines formed and a fellow who had be a crew member
to this same Captain stood and said
he'll lead you to the Scylla to be the meal of
the creature
might this entertain him
and then before Casear he shall stand
to beg for appropreations
to do the same again.
The Captain stood and said are you saying that
I have forsakened my crew
yet we've haven't parted.
The sailor stood taller saying yes
you shall lure them to there demise
that it might please you.
Just as you did in the name of exploration
and again in the name of redemption
and agin in the name
of lost treasure.
Four ships lost to the Creation
and again Casear shall allocate
to the ends of these men
as long
as they contiune to sail.
I stand to warn them that you are mad
and uncaring.
Queitly the Captain was hastened away
and days later
with a small crew he sailed.