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…Before: DIZZY INDEED
Afflicted… ailing due to drug addiction
Bum he had become
Chained to conceit’s cage
Dysfunctional driven by delusion-dizziness…
-----Now: DIZZY NO MORE
Enveloped by God’s love enormously
Freed from addiction fall toward faith’s flight
Guarded with goodness grace
Hoisted along heavenly hope…
Instilled with the Saviour’ righteousness-imputation
Joyous new creation* he experiences midst jeering judgment
Kindness showing with Christ’s keeping
Love of the Lord sharing; leading others to His light.
*2Corinthians 5:17 Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.
September 3, 2019
3rd place, "Bring a character to life" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Richard Lamoureux; judged on 9/7/2019.
I don’t care what you think of me
Or the label that you give
I don’t care what box you’ve found
Cause in there… I won’t live
I don’t care what thoughts you think
Or how you judge my soul
I frankly couldn’t give a damn
If shaming is your goal
I don’t care you think I’m base
Too fat, not pencil thin
I don’t care, cause you know what?
Your judgment is YOUR sin
I don’t care, I do not CARE
I do not give a DAMN
So scroll on by or disappear
Or get caught in this SLAM!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
People see what they want to see....nothing more...nothing less...
This is a sample of SLAM poetry.
April 13 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on 1Kings 3-5
Key Verse – 1Kings 3:11-12 And God said unto him, Because thou hast asked this thing, and hast not asked for thyself long life; neither hast asked riches for thyself, nor hast asked the life of thine enemies; but hast asked for thyself understanding to discern judgment; Behold, I have done according to thy words: lo, I have given thee a wise and an understanding heart; so that there was none like thee before thee, neither after thee shall any arise like unto thee.
HEART THAT ASKS GOD FOR WISDOM
Our heart asks God for wisdom in our spirituality
Upon His loving authority
Around His control’s sovereignty
For us to be surely productive in our Biblical Christianity.
Our heart asks God for wisdom in our welfare
Upon His gracious care
Around His mercy’s stare
For us to be divinely aware in our dealings regarding heavenly affair.
Our heart asks God for wisdom in our faithfulness
Upon His patient goodness
Around His compassion’s gentleness
For us to be serenely fruitful in our stewardship’s productiveness.
Our heart asks God for wisdom in our salvation-fruition
Upon His assured redemption
Around His righteousness’ justification
For us to be virtuously holy in our character transformation.
Our heart asks God for wisdom in our service
Upon His trustworthy promise
Around His command’s notice
For us to be constantly circumspect in our ministerial office.
Our heart asks God for wisdom in our future
Upon His everlasting nature
Around His eternity’s pasture
For us to be joyously loving in our kindness’ gesture.
Our heart asks God for wisdom in our stewardship
Upon His Scriptural discipleship
Around His friendship’s fellowship
For us to be steadfastly diligent in our obedience to His leadership.
April 13, 2026
In a dim lounge room,
A band plays to hypnotize all that hear.
Drinks serve to soften normal judgment.
Making it easier to accept your desire.
A white spotlight shines on the center of the stage.
The Widow has appeared,
Lecherous eyes follow her every movement.
Painted lips smile as thick eyelashes dust her cheeks.
She's demure for a moment.
Opening her eyes she looks just at you.
Eyes meeting, you're devoted to only her.
Song after song she sings only for your ears.
Her heart is open for you to claim.
Everyone else in the full lounge is flies
intruding on your moment with her.
Unable to leave your seat, for you may
miss a moment as she sings for you.
No more drinks are served, your thirst is only
for the lounge singer.
There are no windows and you don't hear servers
going in and out the door.
It's to not disturb you,
listen to the band and singer.
Her voice is all around, echoing in your mind.
Before you, she's there
Reach out your hand.
Touching her waist, she smiles and kisses you.
You grin as she swallows you whole for all to see.
Another guest follows after you.
the weak, they fall in silence on the way
they're wounded by the words that people say
the strong, they keep on marching night and day
and for the fallen, they don't stop to pray
the Darwin theory plays in social life
survival of the fittest in the strife
The strong, they maim and then run off in glee
A branch struck down from their familial tree
Community, a fable, sweet to share
but fable nonetheless, so few can care
If one is, hurt the body, it must bleed*
But it goes on, dismembered by the deed
There is no honor in demeaning talk
The walk of shame, the path they will not walk
Eileen Manassian
I come from a shame and honor society....a person's good name is more important to him/her than fortune or fame. So few know the meaning of true honor....The Bible comes from this region of the world...
Proverbs 12: 1 & 2-
A good name is more desirable than great riches;
to be esteemed is better than silver or gold.
New International Version (NIV)
Matthew 12: 36- But I tell you that everyone will have to give account on the day of judgment for every empty word they have spoken.
Empty words...Jesus says that if you call your brother stupid....you are in danger of hell fire....Something to think about....
Matthew 5:22 But I tell you that anyone who is angry with a brother or sister will be subject to judgment. Again, anyone who says to a brother or sister, ‘Raca,’ is answerable to the court. And anyone who says, ‘You fool!’ will be in danger of the fire of hell.
*In I Corinthians 12, Paul uses the analogy of the body to depict the community spirit that believers should have:
22 On the contrary, the parts of the body that seem to be weaker are indispensable, 23 and on those parts of the body that we think less honorable we bestow the greater honor......that there may be no division in the body, but that the members may have the same care for one another. 26 If one member suffers, all suffer together; if one member is honored, all rejoice together.
The lord of the earth, the ruler of the world
You were once adored by Heaven and all
Most gracious Lucifer, the pride of the Almighty
Now lower than the basest of trash without pity
I wonder why you did it. I wish I could talk to you
I wish I could hear from your point of view
The version no one sees or hears.
I wish I could tell your story to who cares,
The hypocritical world, which has become a vestibule,
Will mock and say I ask the impossible
Curiosity drives me like a herd of cattle.
And I dance around like a snake’s rattle
Knowing as the Devil you were once an angel
Makes me know trust is overrated like a diamond bell
I do not judge you. That isn’t my job
The truth will be unwrapped someday like a cob
I do appreciate that you dared to be different
Though it made your membership card to be rent
Judgment for us is around the corner like homecoming
I extol not Satan, but the Son of the Morning
The Conscience is our instinct bred in the mind,
With our body, soul and spirit entwined
Its an unnatural breeding inside us
A part of us that we can never suppress
It opens our heart to our emotional doors
Reads every of our inner pulse
It embed in us the feeling of prejudgment
Even before we stand infront of God's throne of
judgment
It is our internal perception
To death and its awful reception
A good conscience is to the soul what health is to the
body
It's a gift of divine soul embody
it preserves constant ease and serenity within us
and more than countervails all the calamities and
afflictions which can befall us
No ear can hear nor tongue can tell the tortures of the
inward hell
It speaks what our mouth is afraid to tell
It is the voice of the soul and the passions of the heart
The body and it can never be torn apart
It is the sacred haven of the liberty of man
And the sentinel of every virtue of man.
It's a dog that can't bite but won't stop barking
And a demand for peace that won't stop asking
It reviews the truth behind our shadows
And the pain behind our sorrows
Reminder
You are a reminder of her death;
It’s time I started seeing you as a reminder of her life.
Time takes its toll as it takes every last breath,
But I am unworthy of passing judgment on you, her wife.
So I will no longer dislike being in your presence;
I shall accept the good side of this relationship
And remember the good times the three of us have shared.
I think it is time for us to rebuild this friendship.
In youth we are learning and in old age we repent;
It is too late now to say the words that I should have said.
But maybe with you I will have a second chance;
Another day to say sorry and tell you of my regrets.
Your love is your own and her love was a beaming light;
In the darkest of nights I still see her smile.
She passed through this world and lived too fast to die;
But we shall always have the memory of her
And she will always be at our side.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
The Inward Shore (Varanasi)
My dream’d domain lies where the Ganges slides,
At Varanasi’s steps where mortal pride subsides.
No gilded arch persuades me, nor the world’s loud trade,
But ash and prayer where life and death are weighed.
I seek that shore where strangers stand as kin,
And feel another’s ending stir the self within.
Where tongues grow still ere judgment claims its say,
And borrowed masks are gently worn away.
What boots it roam the globe for pleasure’s gain,
If hearts return unchanged, intact in chain?
I choose this place, for there I learn to bend,
And read my fate in lives I might yet mend.
My dream destination asks no flight from land—
It teaches me to live, and understand.
ZowieBowie
Cut it into little pieces.
All we are left with are lines that leave us speechless.
Speak no evil. Wishing for peace.
All we see is the future before we cease to be.
Waiting on a better day.
Folded paper, build a way,
Of crossing bridges,
To better places,
With better piano players
And prettier faces.
Whisper me to go direct.
I will walk through fire to pass your tests.
Take my blood, my body, my head.
Use every part of me to need what you get.
Radiohead never misled.
Always spoke the truth to us.
Never forget your teenage bests.
Never forget that one day you will turn to dust.
Man in make-up, do not trust.
Paint his finger nails to not be one of us.
I am indifferent to your indifference.
I will not comply with your judgment day wishes.
My blood is red, the same as yours,
But I won’t spill mine for a worthless cause.
Got a lizard named ZowieBowie.
We can be heroes like David Bowie.
I am all-seeing, all-hearing and all-knowing.
I know I know nothing about a thing you say.
I guess I should, for I am Jesus so eat my dust!
Cry in happiness to do your best.
I do not care about the things you won’t confess.
Starman on stage is a Super Hero.
I am nothing new. Just another Neo,
With a Matrix Mind.
Oh would you mind, telling me the time,
To change your mind?
Scared Princes can’t cross water.
They soon arrive for a dollar, I’ll wager.
Give them no respect for being born,
Into an old world order.
You are no King of mine,
You’re just an ego-wailer.
Count the cost of having no job.
Making money is your struggle to the tippity-top.
When you make it, do you think I will care?
I will only look if you’re waving your hippy hair.
Take a placebo to play electric guitar.
Write a great song and it will take you far,
But if you want to sustain the lines of greatness,
You have to sell your Golden Soul to make it.
(C)2026 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.