Long Hunt Poems
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Missionaries were cunning
Not less than a cat’s eye fixed on a meal with a waggling tail
Curiosity extended in those that heard them speak.
With a thorned crown of dead porcupine.
A pagan king and His ignorant servant standing taller than palm trees
Leaning forward like a falling tower to its knees.
”Story tellers.”
They bring stories on what lies beyond your majesties' kingdom.
A routine of tales sang under a silver silent moonlight
It was Entertainment at a day’s end of a successful hunt.
The tales told to kings articulated volumes of curiosity
As the red fire flowing its light on curious faces,
The missionaries had learnt to tread softly
Not less than a cat’s eye fixed on a meal with a waggling tail
And so they carried on and drew mass crowds in this likeness.
Giant trees fell on my large car today
Executed it, pan caked it in the driveway
A forest of trees are coming to get me
Growing up around my house to kill me
Looking through my windows
Shady characters dressed in green
Covered in branches from trunk to toe
Scheming in the ground with dirty roots
I know I'm next
If I leave the house they'll hunt me down
Leave their roots behind and follow me
Fall on top of me while sleeping
I know the reason trees are taller than bushes
Dirty tricks are common in political seasons
They can't hide behind shrubbery easily
Bushes can't hide their identity either
But I'm confused
I asked my neighbor while pointing over there
What kind of bushes are those?
Why, everyone knows, he said
Those are called George Bushes
Trees and bushes… It's all the same to me
I still can't leave
Who the hell do you think you are?
Who give you the right
To behave
Like the rest of the cave men?
I thought you were enlightened
Learned
I thought….
Damn you!
Damn you for wasting my time
My love
My life
On someone like you!
I thought you were made
With heavenly fibers
With other world cells
That would appreciate the honesty
The devotion
The care
The babying
The being at your beck and call
The moving my schedule around to fit you
The moving my day around to suit you
The moving my life around to accommodate YOU
That you found in me!!!!
I thought....
DAMN!
But you are like the rest
Once you have it all
You take it for granted
Think you are the king of the world
THE MASTER OF THE UNIVERSE
You are just a man
A MAN
A typical MAN
Need the mystery???
The chase????
The need to hunt
To capture your prey
Still burns in your veins?
GO then
Get OUT
Go and hunt
Just don’t expect to come here...tired, weary
And have your meal ready
And your desert to be me
All creamed up
Ready....
To be licked clean...
Need to be treated like dirt???
To want?
To pursue?
Is that why
You came here to end it all?
I’m no longer a challenge for you?
Too much of a commitment involved?
Is your baggage getting in the way?
I could have unpacked it for you
And seen you through
Damn…damn damn damn
I’ll never learn
To hold back
And not give it all away
Now you want to leave???
Yea, it’s been nice
OF COURSE IT’S BEEN NICE, MORON
I gave you my heart and soul
THAT’S EQUIVALENT TO PARADISE
Yes, dear…
You would like to leave?
Can’t give me what I deserve
BLA BLA BLA BLA
Shut up!
LEAVE!
GOOD RIDDANCE!
I won’t grieve
Let me walk you to the door
I gave you all and more
Not because you were all that
But because I’m ALL THAT!
And MORE
That’s the way I love
That’s the way I adore
Go….good luck
When that temptress leaves you high and dry
And you taste the poison in her pie
When you finally come to see
She has the breasts
But NO HEART underneath
You'll remember me…..
Don’t come to this door
JUST LET ME BE!
Don't you DARE go knock on this door
Because, MR ALL THAT!
“LOVE DON’T LIVE ANYMORE.”
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Inspired by something someone dear to my heart is going through....
Yesterday was a beautiful day…
We woke up anticipating how we were going to spend
most of that entire day in the company of a friend.
We picked her up a her house…
she was waiting by the street
then drove to a place called FloridaRAMA
an interactive art museum down in south St. Pete.
The weather on the drive down was beautiful
and listening along the way I must conclude…
When friends get together they love to talk…
and often…it’s about food.
FloridaRAMA was amazing!
There were displays of every kind.
We strolled around the exhibits mesmerized.
It was like walking inside each artist’s mind.
We even signed up for a scavenger hunt…
where we looked for hidden coins along the way…
Yes, there in this immersive art museum….
3 people in their 70’s…let their inner children out to play.
We ate lunch outside at a restaurant…
where this beautiful day resumed…
where we sat and laughed and talked together
long after our dinner was consumed.
On the drive home we talked about the experience
the three of us just amassed…
about food, about family, about life,
and about some of our Christmas’s past.
By the time we returned home…and hugged goodbye
as this adventure came to an end…
we were all reminded of the reasons…
the three of us are friends.
If we’re lucky every day of our life is beautiful…
as we make our daily quest…
and if we’re truly fortunate
some days are more beautiful than the rest.
(A Dakota Souix term, meaning "the True appearance of the world.")
Beneath the water
The true shape bends away
Behind your mirror
Your real face looks out.
With masks and shadows
Seeming substance
We build our daylight veil
To shade us from the glare
Of manifold Perfection,
The Janus-face of Heaven/Hell
Through which we pass unknowing
On our wandering walk back home.
Down the dark steps
In the night chambers of dreams
The real ground opens out
There we find the trails
That lead to truth,
But we forget them with the day
When the shield of common beauty
Falls all around again; we pick our way once more
Through the shimmering fog
Which only clears for ecstasy or sleep;
For this life is our tracking school
In it we must hunt ourselves.
The autumn silver moonlight is bright
Wild winds whisper secrets to ponder
Inviting raptors to hunt for prey at night
Mirrored reflections upon the river in white
As nocturnal scavengers come out to wander
The autumn silver moonlight is bright
Cries and screeches echo from their plight
High up in a barren tree nests a young condor
Inviting raptors to hunt for prey at night
Seeing moving shadows can be a fright
Creatures out to hunt and conquer
The autumn sliver moonlight is bright
Owls soar along the riverbank in flight
Curiosity evokes a vulnerable responder
Inviting raptors to hunt for prey at night
Dawn now quiets as some lost their fight
The cries and sounds fade in yonder
The autumn silver moonlight is bright
Inviting raptors to hunt for prey at night
I'm tired,
but tears still do not flow.
Craving to sleep forever,
but afraid of nightmares,
I remain 'opened eyed.'
I can't believe I thought that
I had to always be strong,
so I became a stereotype.
It's hard being a silent lion.
This masculinity has literally killed me.
I'm too old to be king of a jungle,
so take my throne and wear my crown.
My joints are too worn to hunt,
but my roar is ready for expression,
so let me show my vulnerability.
I guess, now I'm the prey?
But what made you the predator,
suggesting, I am a victim?
Never realised life would move so fast,
nor make me so stubborn,
when, in reality, I should have learned my lesson.
I know I'm not a priority,
I'll always be second best,
but all I ask is to walk with you
in fields of fairness
and, maybe, just to be loved -
even in small doses.
If you cannot understand today,
maybe you will realise tomorrow
and, despite the heartache -
I forgive you and take all of the blame.
I'll always be a tree for you to shelter,
although you have taken each and every leaf.
When you are lost in the wilderness,
I'll be the compass to guide you home.
Before, I leave,
is there a final request?
I know you won't ask me to stay
because in this illness,
I feel worthless...
Wishing my walls would fall
but still, I refuse to crumble.
This summer there will be no sunflowers,
as all I feel is sorrow,
in a sky which is blue,
but raining in red.
High as a raincloud
Until I reduced to tears
Humiliated
Naked and ashamed
Sheer Shame without a fame name
Hunt me down like game
For a couple hours,
I was humiliated
That night was horrid
I lived a nightmare
I was played around with...meh...
Bleh, she's not a scare
A brave, dumb coward
Yesterday's tomorrow night,
I'll change...so absurd...
I do stupid things
When I am vulnerable
The truth, sadly, stings...
I do weird hobbies
When I'm sick with fake bored love
I am foolish still...
I need sleep badly
Down time turns into phone time
Painless guilt kills me
I wrote this in min.'s
It's water under the bridge
I'm So Great - bard wins
I was trolled again
Was cyber-bullied...mhm...
I was scared, killed vibe
Countless voices whisper, colossal, trust me.
Fake news, witch hunt, total exoneration.
The wall getting beautiful, big as can be.
Everyone keeps shouting, enormous, wait and see.
The world's so weak, low energy, it's sad situation.
Countless done, all agree, it's colossal, trust me.
People keep repeating, stupendous, follow me,
Best words, great people, no hesitation,
Everyone is a pouting, enormous, wait and see.
Crowds shout loudly, great mac ’n’ cheese.
Crooked, disgraceful, a total fabrication.
The the future is beautiful, just look at me.
Echoes all around me, tremendous elation.
The likes of which the world has no explanation.
America's best ever been, such a beautiful nation.
Best words, great people, nobody like me.
Spooky collusion, a false accusation.
With so much winning, they’ll all tired, get my plea.
The likes of which you've never seen, you’ll agree.
I know more than anyone, with no hesitation.
Many people are saying, tremendous, believe me.
Losers and haters, their all sad, can't agree.
Fake polls, fake numbers, a total fabrication.
All we are saying, tremendous, believe me.
Mac ’n’ cheese burgers, a jamboree, a jubilee.
Sad letter spaghetti in high-energy tea.
Countless losers, all up-ended, in goop potpourri.
Today we played, my friends and I,
In rain in the city streets.
We laughed aloud and teased our games,
Rendering our joy complete.
The day was full of exhilaration.
The sun joined bright and warm.
Tomorrow I’ll meet my friends again
To feel the water and the storm.
But tonight, I will spend with you
Sharing secrets of a hurtful past
Told as gilded tales
By an immoral sociopath.
I share to you with confidence
One of my poignant dreams.
A tale of stirring fantasy
Where images are not as they seem.
Moonlight plays in the city streets
Forming shadows as we run,
Confronting demons beneath the stars
While dawn in the distance reigns.
Passage waits beyond the gates
Its doors are silent still.
Before them lies with all its will
This sordid, chilling tale.
Cold snakes coiled on soiled paths
They spring in naked truth
Biting hard at every turn
Retelling of violent youth.
Poised to keep their stranglehold
On phantom victims’ crimes.
It’s here we hid the willing sin
We’ve accepted many times.
My days have served to comprehend
These cords of velvet sin,
Whilst night comes as a saving fury
To cleanse my soul within.
As dreams become reality
And thoughts embrace their role,
We resist the curse of others
Playing mind games in our soul.
Within me stays this silent stance
A constant holding firm
Amongst the ever-changing days
And nightly dreams and thirsts.
In times of almost madness
We hear the echoes cry
From these nightly games of memory
When they’ve heard our apt reply.
My past I’ve viewed with broken heart
As I walked the vacant streets
Cleansing myself in the daily rains,
Praying for final release.
It is here I hunt for solitude,
And here I find my soul.
I search my heart within myself
To learn what I have always known.
If rain could rinse me of my sins
And sun reward for pain and loss,
Stars know solitude only in silence
As dreams prove my freedom at last.
Poem first published in Withering Words Magazine, 2026, all rights reserved