Long Neglected Poems
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What is justice to those who are not apart of society?
I say this with a clear mind with no need for a test of sobriety
A society works by each have a need
An agreement is formed by each willing to feed
In their own way to make us whole
For our survival is our main goal
What happens when society no longer needs someone?
When they are looked upon and not regarded as a daughter or son?
Then what is justice to the homeless?
No property, forever known as the throne-less
Scrapping over scraps, neglected to be fed
Left on the side of the road for dead
What is justice to them, when no one will speak
When even the best handout will last only a week?
What happens when one no longer needs society?
When one amasses such a wealth, that they no longer live piously?
When ones authority is defined by ones superiority
Towards a society that becomes the beggar for ones generosity
Deplorable acts have no weight, no more than choosing food on a plate
Because society demonstrates it cares more about its fate
What is justice to them? Who can bend a nation at a whim?
When death cost pocket change even when its on film?
Now what happens when one no longer needs or is needed
A clean divorce with no kids to be mistreated
Off into the wilderness to find for ones self
When once riches ultimately come from ones health
There is no police to call, no one to judge
No one around to even hold a grudge
What is justice to him?, the savage in the land of plenty
Who watches us in our system shackled to a penny
When winter hammers us with snow
And sleet and freezing weather,
We anxiously hope Nature
Somehow gets her act together.
We count the days ‘til spring arrives
With breezes soft and mellow,
And wait to see the daffodils
So in-your-face with yellow.
This winter past, where I reside,
Broke every rule created.
We didn’t have a drop of snow,
Which we’d anticipated.
Instead the flowers poked their heads
Before they were expected,
And heavy winter jackets hung
In closets, quite neglected.
Officially, on calendars,
Today we welcome spring.
In prior years, we’d celebrate
The joy this date would bring.
This year, however, somehow spring
Is lacking in appeal.
Without the winter climax,
It’s just not a real big deal.
Let’s hope this season lasts a while
‘Cause it would be a bummer
If there’s another letdown and
In April we start summer!
Why do you write?
To give birth to beauty
To decorate a drab wall
To splash color on a canvass
To entertain and enthrall
Why do you write?
To become immortal
To capture fame
To heal a wound
To become sane
Why do you write?
To produce magic
To invade a heart
To be someone’s passion
To create a work of art
Why do you write?
To take a word picture
To weave a poetic tapestry
To build imagination’s castle
To write your own history
Why do you write?
You write because
You're confused
You’re overwhelmed
You’ve been abused
You write because
You’ve been shortchanged
You’ve been neglected
You’ve been enraged
You write because
You have a need
You crave passion
You want a creed
You write because
You are in pain
You carry baggage
You have tasted rain
You write because
Like every poet
That has come and gone
Of will ever be
You write because
You are searching for
The rhythm and rhyme
Of your life.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Beyond the Grey Sky
Sunshine glint fords this picturesque perspective,
well-disposed indeed, reserved for visitors,
my sepulcher neglected, whilst ...
time-stretched o'er,
~~my limestone sculpture.
Didst thee thought of me become therefore feeble,
wouldst thou respond moreover fulfill me whole,
nought by some supposed decree, nor wrongs ...
from me,
~~wouldst nought keep from thee.
Confounded of why this occurrence exists,
recompense didst I, whilst I lived gifts reprieve,
bedridden I midst the souls huddled in grief,
~~didst by duty cries?
'Tis penitence yet ponders whilst fresh ground detects,
new expressions circumvent, whispers, sleep I,
current flowers set, except one set on me,
~~my loved one stirred me.
2020 September 12
I was in my living room sitting on my couch
I've gotten up to dim the lights
Sitting back down I rub my eyes
Relax in the calm I meditate on God
Sometime wondering, in amazement
Wandering
it was dormant and quiet but in the still
my thought processed I witness
a speck in the air
It had lit by my side
I shall not kill a fly
The world is evolving around and around it goes
People trying, surviving trying to ignore
Sitting back I rub my eyes
I turn off the television, because of all the misery
Wars, terrorists, children starving
it was dormant and quiet but in the still
my thought processed I witness
a speck in the air
It had lit by my side
I shall not kill a fly
Elder abuse, child neglect
Horrible neglected children
What's your mission,
What's your vision
And why are you stealing cake out of the kitchen
it was dormant and quiet but in the still
my thought processed I witness
a speck in the air
It had lit by my side
I shall not kill a fly
I was a teen once, I married as a young adult
Fathered three children chested them when they done wrong
Never joined the military, never fought in a war
Always, always held doors open for women and girls
Sometime wondering, in amazement
Wandering
I turn off the television, because of all the misery
Wars, terrorists, children starving
What's your mission,
What's your vision
it was dormant and quiet but in the still
my thought processed I witness
a speck in the air
It had lit by my side
I shall not kill a fly
written by James Edward Lee Sr
After papa succumbed
to congestive heart failure
October 7th, 2020 yours truly
neglected fulfilling promised score.
I did shirk maintaining bond
with youngest sister
who when a boy especially fond
regarding said sibling
whereat myself and and Shari Todd
played cat and mouse
chasing each other to pond
necessitating both of us to traverse
wooded thicket simultaneously
waving our magic wand.
Boyhood of mine chock full of memories
framing me and most favorite playmate
requiring keen eye to distinguish
one scrawny little lad no one would debate
impossible mission to discern
thirty three month age difference,
cuz we appeared to naked eye
as identical twins.
Flickering images of yesteryear
pepper memory faculty where
froze frieze in time
trigger an errant tear
trickling down cheek,
when impish gonif nsync
with me comprised pair
of inseparable Harris offspring
in sum re: portrayed analogy
likened to everyday idyllically kleer
pitch perfect courtesy
weatherman/woman maker engineer.
Our late father though cremated
would if alive furrow ashen brow
aware how Matthew Scott remiss
and no longer doth bother
(essentially incommunicado between
himself and kid sister
ever since she left home
at age seventeen)
for greener pastures,
which meadow (for success -
defined as transcending
her inherent limitations)
sowed the seeds
of her life reaped with utmost
plentitude of hardihood.
Her sixty first birthday
arrives six days from today
(October eleventh two thousand
and twenty two) - decades spanned
with nary acknowledgement
expressed courtesy sole brother manned
existence floundering like a fish
in treacherous waters
barely gasping breath
as he felt afflicted with chronic anxiety
emotionally whipsawed hither and yon
to and fro across
unwritten pages of his life.
Yours truly attests feeling aghast
once upon a time resorting
to self starvation initially omitting breakfast
subsequently forgoing every meal
prepubescence witnessed absent enthusiast
for livingsocial hence,
my death I chose to forecast
fortunately no coroner
called to perform autopsy inquest
about which severe
psychological suicidal ambition I jest.
I know my love gets you high
But can I string you along?
With nothing but my sweet song?
Oh, where does your heart belong?
I’m aware that I can please
Will the magic go away?
In the hum drum of each day?
When I can’t find words to say?
I’m aware I can entice
But will beauty soon wear off?
Seductive charm not enough?
Neglected when life gets tough?
I’m aware that I can sooth
But will comfort satisfy?
When life asks the question, “Why?”
Will your heart my love deny?
I know that I can be sweet
Do other flavors entice?
Will you crave a hotter spice?
Just want "naughty" and not "nice"?
I know that I satisfy
But why must you overeat?
Need another type of sweet
Not satisfied with ONE treat?
I know I can liberate
Will she your heart ensnare?
Will her passion take you “there”?
While body and soul you bare?
I’m aware that I can please
But will her bright eyes beguile?
Mesmerized by her coy smile
Will you ignore me a while?
I know your heart likes to play
Will my heart faithful remain?
What is there for me to gain?
Except…a heartful of pain?
I wonder, will you regret?
The risk you took in this game?
Does my body hold your claim?
Will my heart treat you the same?
Eileen Manassian Ghali
God offers to this world
a perfect and great salvation
God in His son Jesus Christ
came to be sins perfect substitution
Jesus came to this earth
being supernaturally conceived of a woman
Mary brought forth the Christ child
who grew up to be a man
He lived a perfect holy life
never did He ever commit a sin
He continually offered this gospel salvation
to all and whoever would come in
This Christ went to the cross
for God required a sinless substitute
as only Jesus could fit this bill
so the savour took Calvary's route
There He died for our salvation
so we can now receive redemption
in our place, He was condemned
so we receive eternal satisfaction
This is indeed such a great salvation
who but God could give such grace
we must never neglect such mercy
for we are blessed like no other race
poetgord@2013
Celebrate with me
Party, party with me
We'll be free
With sunlit glee
Said the darling devil inside me...
Thinking of the so-called Angel...my hair was whipping to and fro in my own shell, but oh well - I'm happy to be in my own cell
Losing possibility and losing opportunity
To see you again...I'm a dirty trashman in distress - looking like hell
I'm like Alice that fell...
Into my imagination that can tell...(that is me, lonely in parties in someone else's home LOL)
I'm anything but perfect...
A neglected reject
More or less
Dismiss my distress
Let me express
My eustress
Color can be anything you want it to be
Voices in my head with colors blind me
Racism is really not rad and I'm not kidding...
So, don't just walk away because I'm white...
I'm fitting in with my own skin...stop belittling
Everyone with your stuck-up, prideful might
Societee sux
God's Kingdom, or soon-to-be rather, rules
Wisdom is for the wise and school is for fools
School system doesn't always teach good
Because, unfortunately, some are left misunderstood
Did you feel my dear poor fate
As you denied me the sweet apple
I would break down under its weight
And at me will laugh the people
Did you feel my dear sweet bird
As you did not whistle as expected
I will no more visit your courtyard
And keep off writing feeling neglected
We don't know if tomorrow we will be alive
Still we do such and such plan with all fervour
All along displaying very positive vibe
This is the hope, our evergreen encourager
Denial is a defense of the psychic self
Acquired from many a childhood trauma
To tackle minor failures it does help
Done excessively it may transfer one to 'luna’
It is best to cast away the needless curtain
Make flowers bloom in a garden friendly
Stay honest and impartial always for certain
Denial we won't have to resort to necessarily
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July 28, 2016
Poetry Contest -DENIAL
Sponsor: Julia Ward