Long Explosion Poems
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I felt a small tremble below
And knelt on the floor ‘cuz I know
Something wasn’t right out of class
And a second much bigger blast
Left crumbs of glass from a window
Who is aware I can follow
Into the sun, I mean shadow
A family of grades amass
Breathtaking view
A mushroom cloud did overflow
And blanketed the afterglow
From the effects of the jet gas
That took the freedom to trespass
Instantly my school was bulldozed
Breathtaking view
5/25/2016
5 Words Contest
My 5 words are: WHO WASN'T EFFECTS
BREATHTAKING FAMILY
KISSING THE MOON
Twilight displays striations of multicolored light.
The shrewd sun and morose moon, begin to fight.
Amber spreads her net across the horizon of night.
Five minutes pass, and appears, a beautiful sprite,
pirouetting across the burgeoning couple’s plight,*
fanning out skirts of tourmaline tints, blushing spite –
rufescent. Soul reverberates, this explosion of might,
viewed through a woman’s eyes, so vivaciously bright.
The sun blows a kindred kiss, disappears out of sight,
as the giddy moon bids adieu in black and blue flight.
2/12/2017
*engagement of sun and moon
I see…
red splotches on her night gown
still oozing down her face
“I fell again.”
She looks at us
with that same wobbly smile
“I’m Ok! Don’t worry. I’m OK!”
I can’t see
a clear liquid oozes down my face
I see…
Mama is dazed
clutching her face
Couldn’t light the stove fast enough
An explosion
We thought a bomb had hit the kitchen
War time years
Everyone running around
Mayhem
Mama burned her face
“I’m Ok…I’m fine.”
She tries to smile
I scream
I can’t see clearly
watery haze of tears
covers everything
along with the smoke
I see…
Mama gasping for breath
Mama going red in the face
“Mom, are you ok?”
Another coughing fit
Can’t get the food to go down
I pat her on the back
I pray…
Will this be it?
Will she choke this time?
Muscles that don't work
I see
I see
I cry
I scream
Raspy voice
Tears streaming down her face
I’m…Ok…..I'm OK now."
That lying smile
Her hand goes up
I can’t see
Double tear vision
Life is unclear
I hear
I hear
“You’re afraid I’m going to die, aren't you?”
I see
Kind brown eyes
Looking into mine
They are filling up
the wobbly smile is gone
she lets her tears speak
Oh….to talk to talk about it
Release
What can I say?
What can she say?
We feel
We feel
She crushes my body to hers
Neither of us can see
Blinded by tears
I see
Clouded eyes
She’s in a place I can’t reach
I shake
I shake
“Mama, can you hear me?”
She tries
I cry
I scream
ANGRY
I SCREAM
“Mama, listen to me!”
“GOD?
God…HEAL HER!!!
HEAL HER!
NOW!
A miracle
For ME!"
I beg
I plead
I demand
“Mama, do you believe?
Jesus can heal you!
Do you believe?”
“Yes,” a whisper
Almost inaudible
I pray
I can't see
Eyes of mustard seed faith
Shut tight
“Forgive our sins!
In the name of Jesus
Be healed, Mama!”
Eye lids fluttering open
I see
I see
Mama is still on the wheel chair
She’s bound…not free
I don’t see anymore
My head drops to my knees
I get dizzy
I drop things
In the shower
I fall
Cracked ribs
I cry
I scream
Alone
I hear
I hear
“You have MS TOO!
It has come for YOU!”
I can’t see
Shower water mixes with tears
“God?!
GOD?
Do you SEE?
DO you HEAR?
DO you FEEL?
GOD?
I’m here!
I’m….here!
No wobbly smile
No one to be strong for
I'm not alright!
See me!
SEE....ME!"
Eileen Manassian
In dedication to her MAMA, Angel Manassian!
I was scolding you
You were a 4-year-old
sitting in a big chair
at the dining room table
hunched over your copybook
the pencil in your hand
held straight, halting, looking lost
as you dragged the tip across the page
that has turned into a minefield
because one more misstep
another dot out of place
would set off a new explosion
projectiles masquerading as words
from the mouth of the preoccupied father
sitting next to you
not wanting to be sitting next to you
begrudging the time
Then I saw it
onto a blank spot on the page
a solitary teardrop lands
as if in slow motion
splatters
spreads
a translucent bloodstain on gauze
I don’t know if you remember it.
I certainly do.
Will.
Cried shed tears.. Tears of sadness of which is..
Pain an aching heart, broken hearted and torn apart in shreds.
Shreds scattered.. Unbearable it is.. As broken hearted shreds filled the air..
Thickness in the air.. Surrounded by an explosion of tears..
Raindrops falling from the sky, become teardrops..
Droplets of teardrops cascading over the horizon..
Winds blowing so strong filling the air.. The air clears as the winds slowly dissipate..
Above in the horizon a rainbow appears. Colorful rainbow as it soothes and comforts the soul..
Cried shed tears.. Tears of grace of which is..
"Only from the heart can you touch the sky."
Quote by _Rumi
I went for a walk at twilight, that magic hour on the edge of night. When the sky is melting
into a sea of color. A blazing inferno descending. Vibrant red, orange, gold, purple hues,
and darkening blue, streaking and mingling. Clouds filmy grey drift waiting to welcome the
moon. But not yet, please, let me linger in the beauty . . .
the trees are shadows
swaying in tranquility-
serene sounds peaceful
Inspired with reflection and contemplation. I am full of solace and peace filling me with
euphoria. Oh, to become part of the painting in the sky that is melting into the earth bathing
the trees in golden hues. And then, the sun falls into the horizon and the sky is a dark blue
tint, till a explosion of stars surround the moon . . .
the edge of night drops
so beautifully quiet-
diamonds that twinkle
There is this sudden drive me
that grips me firm and bold
hanging on and forcing out politely
secrets my mind holds.
At first it seemed a small explosion
of thoughts and feelings unexplained
but more I think of its erosion
may come a loss within my brain.
I sleep, I wake, I doze and drift
as the written words begin to fade
with song and rhyme once a gift
relay my feelings on parade.
Each breath I take replaces one before
and the number is uncounted
but the moments rise without keeping score
and thinking persists rebounded.
All words then find their way
contemplating where next to roam
to gain their voice and say
of how the heart finds home.
Sometimes the words are overwhelming
slipping and tugging, directing my hand
as words spring forth compelling
to spread forth upon the shore like grains of sand.
So there you are, a word or two or three or four
my unyielding thoughts on rhyme,
release the hounds of mental war
then rest, unwind, all will again be fine.
PARALLEL AUTUMN SURPRISES
A ferris wheel of no return, she stood with rosy cheeks so fair; both day and night just wide rocky bridges of light and dark. All she needed was bulb of fresh start.. Three months pass after the love explosion happened, her pillar of strength taken for independence sake. Only candles of hope she has; slowly, slowly losing its glow. Her eyes were a train flood of crystal tears. Her heart jailed from loss but needed to be freed for the sake of a budding life. She opens her door day by day beaming a sunshine in her face. Her chest-buds bloom so graceful. Her tummy grows a robust breathing sphere. Parallel autumn surprises bring her to a sandwich salad showcase. A year passed, in a fragrant natural lair with the light bowing down on them, she planted a kiss on her baby's lips.
Hush... to ... rush...
Hush... to ... rush...
Teardrops held long tumble thunder
listless from her eyes
of rest and quiet
yet, her steady voice whispers
a storm...
Head... to ... toe
Head... to ... toe
Forlorn rose maiden exhaled-
cyclic shudders: wells of regret
like a ruined garden where blossoms frown,
green leaves too, turned brown.
Sun... to... rain...
Sun... to... rain...
Her life blossomed
amidst earthquake break of failures,
true love she finally receive--
it pardoned her wrongs.
Sighs... to... groans...
Sighs... to... groans...
Bright twinkling stars
tended safe the narrow path
as silhouetted liquid moon cajoles
her long bittersweet escape.
Kiss... to ... freedom...
Kiss... to ... freedom...
Her heartstrings strum endless:
her abounding joy!
Upon hopeful eyes mirror,
the sparkles of her infants tears...
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***Haibun Freestyle
08:34 pm, November 24, 2015
Twirling
Prancing
Whirling
Entrancing
Unfurling
The Dancing...
Say that you dance.
Lest it not be said,
The art is ever dead.
Or even the merest of a chance,
Of nearing extinction.
It is all life's essence,
To move, be, think and dream.
To express a universal scheme,
That speaks through nature's lessons.
Not in man's religion.
A boundless form of communication.
So intricate,
Yet so ruled by emotion.
So elaborate,
And so full of devotion.
Needing no words of translation.
At one with God and all of creation.
A legacy of the beginning explosion.
To live in blissful celebration.
Saint Vidas is the lord of the dance.
If in need, seek out his blessing.
You might as well give him a chance,
And dance out your confessing.
So why should we dance?
The answer is simple and clear.
To join the dance is why we are here.
So dance, indeed dance.
White marble stones
Stand proud in the sun
To remember my colleagues
The heroic fallen ones
Many a battle
Many a campaign
Some did return
For some never the same
On the green grass I stand
Blue sky above
The souls of my comrade's
Like peaceful sitting doves
The name on this stone
Reminds me of the day
My best friend and brother
Was taken away
An offensive was launched
Brothers at war
Bunker to take
At the top of a tor
Smoke screen exhausts the view to the hill
As we wind our way through
Zipping bullets, blood spill
Noises of lead, as they rip through the flesh
As we hit the barbed wire
Now a scarlet stained mesh
Objective in sight as we approach our aim
As I hear the groan of the injured
Many dead, maimed
Grenade pin pulled
Bunker window we lob
Hands sweating
How many lives will we rob
Explosion flash, shouts of pain
As the smoke lifts on this bloody terrain
We enter the Bunker
To witness our task
The enemy lie distorted
Faces grimace, death mask
I turn to my brother to signal it's safe
As a shot rings out in this theatre place
He stands still for a moment
Eyes glazing and cold
The death of my sibling
At 19 years old
As I open my eyes and turn to my son
I see what I have as he holds my grandson
Family values, love and a bond
As I remember my brother
Of whom I was so fond
I proudly walk past, salute as I go
The white stones standing proud
Peaceful doves in a row
I find myself fortunate to stand here and tell
To talk of my brother, and the fallen as well
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