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When life parades a fine line
between alienation and rationality,
internal intruders of the soul shroud spotlights.
In my dreams
I'm playing charades with the grim reaper.
surrounded by selfish acts from satanic spirits.
Featherless angels of twilight need tender pearls,
as gifts from the elusive self-centred sun,
when a jealous mercenary moon manipulates murkiness.
Sometimes,
all I have is my shadow and me,
but it abandons me in times of darkness,
leaving me at the mercy of nature's invisible imitations.
Behind forgotten frozen gates of winter,
static stars have shunned black hearted skies,
refusing to flicker in their metallic beams.
I've become a nemesis
to the empathy of the elements,
personifying mimicking,
miming onyx coated raindrops,
sprinkling dust storms
with freckled shades of crimson.
Destiny drifts in wayward winds
towards contrasting crossroads,
hoping for soothing golden arms of dawn to uncloak
defrosting hearts with rainbow rays of gleaming light.
If the universe reversed its selfless role,
would some still be lost chasing clusters
within silhouettes of a waning crescent,
graphically illustrating illusions whilst crystal gazing?
Beyond where our fingers can sketch reality.
ignorance is consumed in our own
bubbles filled with hollowness,
reluctant to see the weariness
of the grey winged nebula.
Symphony of seasons are temporary like emotions.
Harmony harbours in harvesting heirloom roses,
among gossamer meadows of compassionate butterflies.
Colours of Earth's fabric never falter in a cocoon mind
resembling an eclipse's ebony and ivory tones.
What once was true can never be erased
It must remain a testament to time
In mind and heart it cannot be defaced
And to it will not cling denial's grime
To hide what was a part of history
The story of your life and heart's desire
To now pretend that it's a mystery
Will serve to burden heart and make it tire
Be not ashamed of feelings that were true
Of love you found the will so to express
What heart extols through words must shine on through
To bury truth, the harm will not redress
Be truth to self, and stand by what you write
Or lose yourself, and thus lose poet's might
Eileen Manassian
Post Script:
A poem is a living breathing entity that exits outside the poet's control. When we write, we risk being judged and that is painful, but...if we never write, we risk the judgment of our own hearts, and that is cowardice. I've deleted a poem or two here because I've been afraid of what people will say of it, particularly the sensual pieces. In the end, I've felt like I'm not true to myself when I conform to what others think of me. Have I been attacked for it? Yes! Has it hurt? Yes! Did it make me evaluate myself? Yes! Did it teach me a lesson? Yes! It taught me to be STRONGER...and stick to my guns. What we most fault in what others write is what we are struggling with ourselves. It's true. There is a fine line between being vulnerable and being wise. That fine line is the POET'S to cross, and no one else's. :)
Cat Nose had whiskers that could not be overlooked.
But her friends wanted her hitched, married and hooked.
They asked her to wear her mask, if she went on a date.
They cautioned her to not eat; or she would seal her fate.
She had plenty of suitors, but when the mask came off.
The men excused themselves with a summer cough.
They were gone in seconds, for they did not like that face.
We told her to keep on that mask, and do it with grace.
But I am Cat Nose, she argued, whiskers are fine.
We did not think so, but she walked a fine line.
She finally met a man who liked whiskers on his gal.
But politics was a contention with this fellow, Al.
So Cat Nose remained single, her whole life through.
A woman with whiskers, but what could we do?
Men do not like whiskers on their women folk.
So frankly, Cat Nose never had any matrimonial hope.
It’s called ENCHANT…the world’s largest holiday light event experience…with a 100 foot tall Christmas tree…Since it was in St. Pete we decided this is one light show we have to see.
As we entered we were greeted by a truly wondrous sight…
immediately surrounded by music and completely immersed in lights.
Santa, his reindeer, and Mrs. Claus were there to add to the joy we were feeling…
A constantly changing rainbow of lights was everywhere we looked…there were even blue whales hanging from the ceiling.
But what made this evening special to us…enhancing its already wondrous charm…
was when he happened upon a young mother and father with their newborn in their arms.
Their smiles were enough to illuminate the stadium…they didn’t need 4 million lights.
Their baby, only one month old, was swaddled in an outfit of red and white.
I was born and raised in the Catholic religion…in Ohio…close to the Bible Belt…
so my first thought was to wonder if they were feeling what Joseph and Mary felt.
We paused a while to talk with them…then calling on the vast experiences we’ve amassed…Deborah advised them to enjoy every moment with their son…because he will grow up so fast.
As the two of us silently left the light show…together…hand in hand…
I smiled knowing the wisdom she shared with that young couple…they will one day understand.
There will come a day the two of them…like the two of us…with children now fully grown…
will, perhaps, be attending the largest holiday light experience…together…on their own.
It is a fine line we walk as parents…wanting our children to develop…praying they will grow…but every now and then wishing time would stop…or at least…for a moment…slow.
Which reminds me of when an old couple was asked…
What’s the happiest part of raising a family…this was their reply…
The happiest part of raising a family is watching them grow up and change as time goes by….
And when asked what’s the saddest part of raising a family…
They smiled and just as quickly exclaimed…
The saddest part of raising a family…
Why our answer is the same.
Auburn hair in long waves falls
bright sunlight glistens red highlights
tight ringlet of curls on forehead found
all flows lightly upon the breeze
piercing blue eyes beneath curved eyebrows
black pools of depth in center found
mysteries lurking somehow within
one could loss be within indigo depths
fine line of nose in ivory chiseled
flowing down to filling perfection
laughing perkiness of joys promised
somehow their found to be
lips bright red like cherries so full
light glistens on moisture there found
curves full of calling desires
seduction promised by them somehow
hidden not quite within the waves
perfect curves of the ears are found
peeking out from within the red
soft shadows lurking within the white
sharp clean line does define
strong jaw line from the neck
pillar fine of muscles found
beat of life there is seen
So many people love to tell others what they should do,
They point their fingers and whisper words of ridicule,
They Judge the world with the words they so often speak,
Look at others that are struggling, as if they are weak,
So many claim to have it all figured out,
Their statements scream they know what life’s all about,
While they Pass by strangers with looks of shame,
Little do they know we are all the same,
You can dress the flesh in whatever you’d like,
Suits from Armani and dresses of prestige delight,
The truth remains simple and bare,
In order to live we must breathe the same air,
We are naked and exposed when we all stand in our showers,
Yet we lie to ourselves thinking we possess so much power,
For at any moment disaster can destroy all we worked so hard to maintain,
We can be sentenced to a life with no title and no name,
The masks we wear tightly can suddenly melt away,
We can be left on the side of the road with nothing to say,
God forbid, we breathe our very last breath,
Earlier than we ever expect,
What would our legacy be?
Did we ever stop to help anyone else that was in a tragedy?
Or did we live like hypocrites and canker worms,
Treat those who were under us like contaminated germs,
We all have a day that’s written in the sky,
Let’s live with purpose before we have to say goodbye.
By: Sabina Nicole
Contest: Fine line
Written:9/24/11
It’s fine to be successful and work hard for what you have, but too many people make their title such an obsession that they forget about their families and friends. They forget how to love and listen; they become judgmental and critical of other people and begin to look down on people. Some even forget where they came from once they get where they want to go, while others simply never cared to look around to begin with.
There is a fine line…
"Humble yourselves before the Lord, and he will exalt you."
Bible- James 4:10
Walk the Tightrope
The tightrope of life I ever do tread
With fear in the deep sea of pride to fall
And wish in fields of humbleness* to head,
With zeal to the sky of glory to rise
Through flow of verses from quill of my pen
And at heel of a humble hill to lie.
The tightrope of life I ever do walk
With dread to dip in the ditch of ego
And the glow of the inner self to stalk,
With fright to sink in the well of conceit
And yearning humility to relish
In a bid to raise sparks of my spirit.
The tightrope of life I ever do stroll
With scare of being tagged with vanity
And crave to be a humble, simple soul
Who can dust his hands with crest of the soil
And longs to step on the journey of life
Without any fear of his coat to spoil.
On the tightrope of life lies a fine line
Between a pinch of positive pious pride
And vile ego that needs to be defined
To render the journey of human life,
Whether across deserts or oceans,
Free from frantic struggles and stormy strife.
The tightrope of life I tread with balance,
Moving slowly with gleams of humbleness
From haughty folks to mark the difference,
Embracing modesty as a close friend,
Sparing a foul tongue against one and all
And holding in high respect every man.
It’s a fine line we walk in life,
but a finer line the lineman
holds on to. There’s something
about holding 24,000 volts in your
hand, close enough to kiss it.
Close enough to feel the tingle on
his lips, sending the slightest
shiver down his spine. He’ll
tell you, there’ something about
watching that blue light dancing
up his arm while working in
the rain. As people sleep he
works swiftly to allow others
to live, teetering on the edge
every day. Dealing with hot lines,
pot heads, transfers and more
volts than most people
encounter in their entire lives,
these men risk their lives for
the love of the live wire.
There’s something about being
outside, 60 feet above the
ground, in 110-degree weather, -10 degree
weather, or pouring rain. There’s
something they can’t explain to
you, something you won’t
understand unless you also
fall in love with the live wire.
He’s content to know he’s
done his job, all too often
without recognition. He sleeps
nights, knowing his friends
are out their risking their
lives, and he may be called
at any time, to help them,
to help you. As the children play,
as the neighbors sleep, the
lineman climbs his poles
and brings you back to the light.
Word Play Lines
My main line muse stepped over a line –
My confuser got confused off line
Rhymes on strike, my pen went dry in a stiff hard line
Thesaurus got clean away flying through the pipeline.
I searched for foot lines on the moon in bluest of blue lines
Then looked around for yards and yards of a water line
At the park dropped a line running through a tag line
Then my hash line ran away again between the lines.
Drank some punch line, giggles burped – crossing the line
Found a lucky cooper penny on the green A line -
Crossed a plot line, story screamed like angry beelines
Out of line couldn’t find all the frayed drag line!
Dinner time, thick beef steaks on the firing line
Front and center, calories feeding me a story line
Smorgasbord of sights and smells lay it on the line
Honeyed, gooey just desserts lead me to some sweet lines.
Went to a bar almost bought all the current date-lines
Hollow words of neck lines – what a bunch of air-lines
Took the bus – had to duck – bruises on my headline
Tripped then fell - almost drown in the bottom line.
Gained some weight – oh, oh, no – now too snug my belt line
A little late –running tardy way behind the time line
Invitation RSVP to conga in the party line
Rows and rows of polka-dots, line up on the dotted line.
Muse returned from her day – fainted on the deadline
Had to duck, words run amuck in the mixed up chorus lines
Told me this was asinine feeding her a landline
Not too late! Get it straight! Balance on the fine line.
7-9-21
Contest: Word Play Poems with Play-On-Words
Sponsor: John Anderson
in the book of Luke there's a reference that's mentioned
a disclosure of the boy named Jesus and His future intentions
He had been chosen to wear the Jewish crown upon His head
and attend to His Father business, a destiny spirit-led
the teenage boy Jesus, the Adolescent Christ
understood at an early age He had a true mission in life
born to the carpenter Joseph and the Virgin Mary
born in the city of Nazareth in abject poverty
an immaculate conception, born out of wed-lock
many could not perceive of the gift His parents had got
one day Jesus and His parents travelled out of town
but on the road back home, Jesus could not be found
His parents became frantic, they could not understand
that He would be in the temple fulfilling God's master plan
the Adolescent Christ was just trying to comprehend
His true purpose for being on earth among mere men
He was seeking the knowledge that which He needed to know
from whence He had came and where He was destined to go
He was appointed with a chosen destiny
and had a desire to know why He was given this activity
don't go about allowing society to put labels on you
don't allow anyone to tell you what you can not do
seek out your lineage and about your ancestors learn
then apply that knowledge to everything in life you need to discern
for you have been chosen just like the Adolescent Jesus Christ
remember God had a purpose for giving you life
as youths yourselves, you are in a precarious situation
not quite adults but needing your own sense of validation
walking a fine line between the young and the old
trying to be respectful with a desire to be bold
the Adolescent Christ, Jesus the boy king
determined to discover what His appointment did mean
and just like the teenagers of society today
searching, hoping and seeking to find their own way
with a craving to look beyond their own expectations
wanting to exceed their ancestors accumulations
just let the Lord God strengthen you and let Him be your guide
and like His son Jesus Christ, let the Holy Spirit in you reside
trust in Him, believe in Him and may your conduct be above board
discover your heritage and your destiny while doing the work of the Lord