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My weaknesses kill me as they are amplified
With painful memories I want to hide
I endured your wrong doing that never did rightl
By me while I stayed faithful by your side
Accused of things you did and lied
About everything and selfishly tried
Taking what you could of anything mine
Losing to you while the old me died
I was a glutton for punishment needing suicide
Sickeningly full from swallowing pride
Despite how many times you made me cry
Giving into what I thought I wanted mine
A fantasy that trapped me with my hands tied
With willingness to work through the fight
Being together, when all we did was collide
I allowed you too much space in my mind
I will never go back or press rewind
Back to us with me trying to hide
From what seemed like endless slowing of time
Anguished with heartache I took in stride
Closer to my limit with every crossed line
You tried to break me into your design
Convinced I was not already a dime
In reality you wanted me obliviously blind
Like you were to everything keeping you alive
Now only flesh of all things unforgettably unkind
To everything in me that brings to light
Unconditional love you had by your side
Now a hate that wishes you would have just died
Form:
We’ve reached a turning point,
Possibly a point of no return
Where trust and accommodation
Has reached a limit.
For the past 120 years, especially the last 60,
Men have been accommodating
The cause of women’s equality.
But now it’s clear to all, women are not equal
On the basis of biology alone.
Men are wired for leadership
And women for nurturing.
So long ago women
With their child rearing roles were protected.
To the point of infantilization sometimes,
And sometimes deservedly so
Which surely pissed off the majority
Who could clearly handle their own.
And so the past century has unfolded
With the rise of women to all levels of power.
And men have mostly just rolled over,
Because, you know, women certainly
Have something men want.
The Clancy mistrial and near acquittal
Has exposed the lie in all this,
And has set the cause of feminism back
At least a century, despite a perceived victory.
Men think and women feel
(The two making a superb compliment),
But the lack of reason in this case
Is making men wonder if too much hasn’t been lost.
Maybe women shouldn’t be in positions
Of highest authority and power
Let alone left unsupervised with children…
Maybe there are limits to how far
The game of make believe equality can be played.
Like an inversion of Franklin’s old adage,
Better to let ten criminals go free
Than convict one innocent man,
The ten sane and stable women will be punished
To let the weaker one go free.
In the name of protecting the one
They have pulled back all
To the position of once again
Being treated as half children themselves.
If I was a woman I’d be furious.
And if I was a man
I’d say, fool me once, shame on you.
Fool me twice, shame on me.
(9/8/26)
("I of the Beholder", 2014, original pen and ink)
The World Is Changing
Quick as thought
The world is changing
Right before our eyes
Everywhere
People waking up
To what needs to change
What can be done
Because finally
We have the means
To do
Or at least try.
Quick as thought
People waking up
To the need to correct
Age-old injustices
To the disadvantaged
And disempowered
In a society sick from success
And excess
That cares not for the other
From the poor and unborn
To the planet itself.
And just as quick
Piggybacking on the first
Growing social awareness
Comes the spiritual awakening
It is all in vain
Literally, our hubris to think
We can change anything
Others or the world
That it even needs changing
To become a better
More perfect union
Just because our guilty conscience
Tell us we should
And our abundant wealth and knowledge
Tempts us with how
Doesn’t mean we know
What’s best even if we could
And so we freeze – at the starting gate
Or blindly rush on – unsure in which direction
Each the same
In our foolishness.
And thus our consciousness
Rises another notch
On the evolutionary scale
In a hierarchy of needs
From the group pack and herd
To the personal self and individual
Onward and upward into the transpersonal
With its realms beyond physical
In the space of the spiritual
Immediate without limit
Changeless ever-present.
And so we go, each and all,
Zero the Hero
The journey of a star from dust to dust
Ignition into radiance
Extinction into darkness
With a moment or two of self-awareness
Along the way
A moment or two before and after science
When time stops still
We step off the wheel surprised at last
To find we simply are.
(10/23/23)
I can’t get behind the wheel, I’m disqualified
So I’m on the early morning train ride to the city
There are so many commuters, I join the throng
Down the street as I was drifting with the city's human tide.
We are packed like sardines crushed side by side
Makes me wish I’d never driven when blind drunk
It’s many years before I can get my licence back
Now I rely on trains or friends or take a taxi ride
I wish I could drive my car, that can’t be denied
But I got caught and ended up before the judge
Got banned from driving, I had to pay a huge fine
I’ve lost my good character; and my sense of pride
I began drinking heavily when my dear wife died
It spiraled out of control but I don’t deserve any pity
As being four times over the limit cannot be justified
Fiction poem for Contest
3. Down the street as I was drifting with the city's human tide.
03/09/20
Today, everyday,
There are people that I talk to.
There are people that are "near."
Do they?
Do they see that shadow?
And if they do..
Why don't they help me ward it away?
There is a limit, you know.
A limit to what I'll actually show.
Instinctively, I openly concede others' happiness.
-I fall within my shadow.
-I hide behind my smile.
-As I crumble inside my whole.
Today, everyday,
There is God that I talk to.
There is God that is near.
He does,
He does see that shadow.
And when He does..
He unquestionably takes it away.
There is no limit, you know.
No limit to how much I can grow.
Instinctively, he replenishes my happiness.
-He follows me in my shadow.
-He reveals my true smile.
-As I grow stronger inside my soul.
We were a few cars back
Just missing the wreck
Her car was smashed
No worse than she was really
The other guy had gone on to heaven
Before anyone even came
To the scene of this collision
She was an old friend
And we’d had some trouble
But that was in the past
Now… I wandered what happened
Was she going to be ok?
She was drunk as one gets
And driving way past the limit
Feeling like the 90 proof
Had made her invincible
I would have been the one
Who she crashed into to, too…
Except for the divine intervention
That kept me just far enough away
To see everything that day
Without feeling as smashed as she did!
Divine Intervention Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
December 15, 2021
Skies of white and the gentle touch of cold,
a shivering spine to the core of our souls.
The crows are crying, an afternoon so windless,
the emergence of the mythical like the sinless.
Colours reverting to shades of black and white,
lives turning into inanimate sets of lost eyes.
The once brown leaves turn a sight of grey,
and the dying trees now forget to pray.
Heart beats slow by the passing of death,
a minus temperature in our gasping breaths.
This isn't a nightmare we see lying in our beds,
questions rising in our heads; is life but a test?
Death waits for none; grimacing in the shadows,
he is everywhere; even within walls so narrow.
A touch of frost from head to toe; a still heart,
this is the touch of death tearing you apart.
We live to reach; to accomplish and to succeed,
in goals, ambitions and in happiness we seek
but we forget that even we are on a time limit,
and death shall not hesitate to inflict and finish
And as we close our eyes to meet our sleep,
the sister of the spectre that we fear to meet.
A thought; a fading hope if we shall live to wake,
and with our gentle sleep decides our very fates.
Spring trips will be all lively in untamed life.
Times whims will erode a flourishing nightlife.
Fallen leaves capitulate to the assaults of time.
Superb sound of hatchlings leaving to rife.
The Sunsets as it plunges from its climb.
Such as life, we often are placed in odd chimes.
Instability drives doomed people hysterical.
Likewise, the regarded air is beginning to dime.
A brilliant and marvelous day is a sample.
A forlorn relationship douses the pull.
Significance is no longer convincing.
A vitality-less soul supports gloomy turmoil.
Individuals lose faith when their ego is dissolving.
Sympathy is essential to offer ultimate helping.
Passions are hidden for a while and ego fusion.
Days to review and retain the positive feelings.
Ignoring the past and savoring the situation.
Less secure than assuming: reaching resolution
The truth is that everything is transitory.
Even if it is genuine, today is a bogus imitation.
The will to fight in despite immense difficulty
I can swiftly mute myself to the limit of insanity.
Woe and anguish hammer my nerve
I'm worried and upset by the uncapability.
Face framed ornate, or curl corner blu tacked up
Childhood fanciful daring must softly be contained
Dispicable hovers inside cherub cheeked adorable
Challenge for enamoured to create correct shape
Administer discipline with compassion entangled
Potential beckons infant innately curious
Toddler discovery meshed with messiness
Woven with wonderment routine can't limit
Succumbed mother disowns justifiable furious
Besotted witness, sure estate for mischief
Nudging daughters towards beings approved
Beyond old rigidity, modern option multiples
Youth spoken forums we're foreigners to
Images of genuine and fake indiscernible
Listened to lunacy delivers messages askew
Duty to daughters reflect our similarity
Penciled declarations stuck to fridge
Devotedness focussed on child precious
Inflated effort, parents' universal currency
Whether meagre expenditure, or excess
Snippets of your prosper are written in me
Lawyer loads clothes into washing machine
Submerged both classes in a world severe
Puppets of striving in fast passed society
Consumer boom boldly commandeered
Disparity reveals parental symmetry amazing
Faithfully accommodating girls' shifting needs
Working mothers, each of us 'unaccompanied'
Various sized resources serve child raising
Sacrifice made by dedicated souls equally
Providing guidance, friendship gripes quieten
Line of latitude curved by desire to control
Old school wisdom bolsters brains susceptible
Dramatised screen infused new century children
Content quickly spirals into unacceptable
Desperately hoping, we Mother soldiers
Shield children from future provocation
Hold fort, nest feathered dedication
Thrusted comfort, reluctant scolders
Admist mixed rails, reliable station
Within swayed pre teen trajectory
Sturdy parenting depots journey
Home stands firm from outside duress
Finances overshadowed by reliability
Partnered peers approve sole success
17th July 2020
I will NOT be satisfied with the crumbs
That fall from your banquet table of love
I’m here to have a gluttonous feast
Don’t….Don’t insult me with tiny morsels
You throw my way
To entice?
To tease?
To...appease???
I’m to sit at the head of the table
My rightful place
And eat and drink to my fill
To satiation’s upper limit
My heart and soul, YES, my BODY nourished
S A T S F I E D
With the eclectic fare of delicacies
You serve
For is that not
The kind of feast
You are used to having from me?
I slave away for days on end
To prepare and offer to you, my King
The most scrumptious repast
And you leave MY banquet table
With the decadent savor
Of my sweetness in your mouth
No, this will not do
Until you tempt my appetite
With the fairest of delights
Don’t you dare think
That these mere crumbs will do
Eileen Manassian Ghali