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Huddled together in this abstemious grey chamber
no windows or means of escape walls closing in
trapped where the un-sanctified transactions are made
Daunting without exit the silent screams go unheard
ashen skin with darting eyes never looking up
forever too frightened of seeing the truth reflected back
In the unholy grail in visions of comrades within this un-sacred act of ransom
the collective voice of the masked chorus urging them on wards
then the integrated tragedy of hidden fears and secrets
A living sacrifice under this bargain where no one wins or gains
without boundaries of mortal limits there exists in this gunmetal airless demise
unfettered woefulness and vainglory vie for victory
The innocent victim's now the pawn's forgotten as pride twists obscurities
severing the umbilical cord drowning breaths of existence
the sterile smell of unfinished lives permeating into the coal and ice
Tiny little footprints always remain's inside the womb's silenced facts
the living water of life breaks no longer flows through the natural cord
leaving a chorus of continuous phantom's chanting in mendacious unity
Opening the door of perdition where the tactical glare of a butchers knife
held under a ghostly specter of a child that might have been treasured
a face imagined but never seen and names never uttered
A tortured remembrance of a pardon held precious beauty once
soon the vapour of shame burns off in an emptiness that still remains
glazes over a ruby rare passion
Where fear & the constant loathing cannot fathom the uncertainties
this future brings forth in the immenseness of what might have been
not touching the soul properly
The unborn yet to speak?
silenced unadorned gone forever jewel's
always held within prayers of the faithful loving grace
a co written piece by Donna Loughman and Liam McDaid
"for he gives his beloved sleep".
? Psalm 127:2c, ESV ?
Sleep had run its course,
And the morning had come.
She was sweet through the night,
Flowing like a gentle and peaceful river.
And like a river rushing to the sea,
She swept away my burdens and cares.
When sleep has reached every cell
And put to rest every fiber of my being;
When every seam of every part of me
Has been seen and served, permeating
The depths of every vein and nerve;
When my soul has been relaxed and
Soothed from constant and common
Assaults, healing my negative thoughts;
May my poised soul arise with never a care,
Ascending void of worry and without hurry.
To the Circuit of Energy permeating the garden, sustaining the canopy permeate
Washing through with waterfalls, cascading rivers, and upwelling springs the fermement
Was magically darkened when Eve took her classes at Satan’s grove
Where one tree (or gate or pedestal) stood, and the devil appeared like hand in glove
To capture her attention, draw her away from her programmed obligations
Little did she know that the devils deal would lead to abnegation
Of her rightful role as a helpmate, swquaw and poets wife
To rule as co-creators, in innocence, with her husband – Adam – and without strife
Although the invitation to new knowledge might have raised her curiosity peaked
‘Perhaps’, she thought, ‘only to have this new experience’ would raise her from meek
Humility. And give her new insight into helping her man: new insight new skills
How was she to know that the tree of good and evil would not fulfill
Any decent role in sustaining the garden, or giving of strength
Had she known that she would be banned from paradise, and removed a full length
From the easeof leisure, the peac of pleasure, which passes all understanding
What a tragedy then, when she engaged the devil without comprehending
The consequence of taking that fatal action, to partake
In the fruit and lust of the wicked tree: when after she began to fake
The full collapse of her station to assist the 1st Man, her original matrimony
She had, perhaps unwittingly disrupted her union with man, and sundered its harmony
With the role of Adam as a spokesman and poet was now broken
The life from before, when he merelyspoke and observed had become a token
Memory. Speech itself a vestige of what life had been when it was perfect
For Eve had introduced vast new knowledge through her dalliance when the devil depicted
A fuller knowledge of all the trees of the garden once fecund
Now all that once gave life in full, a mere second
To Eves infinite question; to probe the everlasting and to question
From what source, and what deep came the gall of God’s order not to mention
The mercurial things that she had seen in Eden, the sweet lull and whisper
And perhaps her fall, the devils gambit settled the mist-in-her
Some say love draws us near?
Fair enough, I guess – I'm happily married.
But fear rules the day on a much larger scale,
the magnetic completion of opposites, making
for wholes – the undeniable physics of greater society
which can't seem to break its grating bonds –
Do we fear more the dark, or that which
light exposes in us?
Many admittedly buying and selling nearness, for temporary
safety or appeasement. Magnetism!?
The differing poles of fear and
love...hate and love – up comes
down – in, an out process – God and
his man.... Oh were love a dominant
constant, permeating all society,
at all times!
Seeming, more often, outside of
theology and poetry, a myth of
the failed heart...a grade less,
necessitating the attractive quality
of heaven and hell –
Horse Power
A great white Steed, carries the strength of –
The fabled Unicorn, carries the mythical passion of -
The legendary Pegasus, carries ( on wings ) the dreams of –
The Man, in love carries ( on his back ) the weight of –
A Mare, of exotic beauty carries not ( a concern of ) –
for what these fine Animals, carry to her – Love !
Horse power exists, not in a world of air waves,
micro waves, radio waves, solar waves, psychic waves,
the wave of cosmic consciousness and goodbye waves .
With all these horses, permeating the air, how one behaves -
sanely or insanely - to the pull of Love’s forces ?,
is a mystery to many a man and all the above horses
B. J. “A” 2
December 3rd 2008
Fairy Tale
Is this a dream ?, that breaths life into my brain .
Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Juliette, no, Moneca her name.
Romeo, Don Juan, Casanova, Eros, I would claim
to be the inspiration for my Love’s game.
These passionate heroes, ooze a desire to express,
to let love flow from every atom, molecule, nucleus,
every pore, from the very fiber of their soul, their being
and nothing less, would we be seeing,
radiating energy on beams, on rays from spirit, and eyes.
My soul, my spirit, wants to touch, but only cries
as love walks on by - as shapeless clouds fill the skies.
Realization comes – love’s expression are in the brain –
a synaptic act – ecstasy for some, for me, only pain !
Electric impulse, energizes Cupid’s bow – guide his arrow
towards me, not ! my life to shallow, my being to narrow,
in the mind, in the eyes of the one I seek to love
who says, who claims, who believes she is so far above
this old man she toys with, plays with and cares not
for who I am, emotionally, intellectually, for what I’ve got
I can not seem to sleep passed this dream / nightmare.
I can not seem to sleep through this dream / nightmare
B. J. “A” 2
December 3rd 2008
The ancient mariner surviving within me
set sail with dreams on the alluring sea,
in search of your yearning secluded shore,
I longed for, but was never there before.
As descending dusk spread a dark shroud,
in the falling sky swelled up indigo cloud.
From the horizon surged the tempest free,
flinging me in the wreckage of fatal debris.
With consumed courage I tried to be afloat
on the biting brine permeating me such a lot.
My hope to reach you I felt in the sea gone,
as I drifted dazed to an alien shore at dawn.
My broken heart bled at the deepest of sore,
open wound of despair was flooded in the core
by the torrent of tear my eyes got from the sea,
and from the clutch of sharp pain I couldn’t flee.
February 25, 2021
Contest : Salt
Sponsor : Anthony Biaanco
Eternity within your grasp
My plea? To undo the clasp
Let Desire wash away
Tomorrow and yesterday
Every other thought and dream
Meaningless I make them seem
Had you let the floodgates go
Oh, what pleasure you would know
But you let the moment pass
Tranquility came softly by
Sweet promise with you to lie
A scent full of serenity
Permeating entity
It caressed your very skin
But you didn’t let it in
No, you let the moment pass
Passion demands obeisance
Set to conquer your essence
In fevered pitch of a storm
To tempt you in every form
Fantasies of every kind
Unleashed frenzy of the mind
Transformed into what is real
But you were afraid to feel
To be tossed around and worn
To be completely reborn
Pounded by a wanton need
Every craving to be freed
Coaxed to burst into flame
But fear made your wild heart tame
And you let the moment pass
Love came knocking at your door
To bequeath a kiss and more
Calling in angelic chime
Faithful pledge denying time
Bonding of a soul to soul
Golden chance to become…whole
Promise true to last and last
But you let the moment pass
Now you beg and kneel to pray
For Him to open the way
You cajole powers that be
Somehow to change destiny
Before that moment to stand
Hold it safely in your hand
To seize me, the source of these
Let passion and love to please
To capture that golden time
Where all could fall into rhyme
Oh, my love, it will not be
My broken heart cannot see
My way through the halls of time
When I begged to make you mine
And now, my love, alas, alas
I must let this moment pass
In tears I let this moment……..P A S S
Eileen Manassian Ghali
POIEMA PERFECTED
made divine
& healed
rescued
&transformed
our life
fully satisfied
in the physical
psychological
& spiritual
appreciated&
appropriated
a deliverance
from bondage
healing hurts
& memories
life permeating
our being
in visions of another Eden
heaven
a deeper blue
erth sweeter green
as his poiema
flood the scene
a coming kingdom
scene
light
with
no darkness
a purpose
a direction
love made manifest
timeless
lasting
satisfaction
our design revealed
in our organic
unity
an immediate impression
death defeated
a vision giving
meaning to life
potentialities awakened
aesthetics imagined
given form
as dilemmas dissolve
emotions evolve
in
poiema
perfected
NOTE::THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' (intuitive cadence)& so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
“The more you know, the more you know you don't know.”
Said quote attributed to Aristotle,
stands the test of time,
and not only did out last
many another aphorism,
but most any learned person,
would agree proverb cast
greater relevancy today,
whereby bajillion minutiae doth blast
and bombard relentlessly tenured
academician, or lay person till aghast
now (i.e. the 21st
century in general), with fast
and furious incessant information explosion,
more so than 384–322 BC,
yet his nestled (chocolated),
pronounced, revered, vast
paradigm touted as ever last
ting influence still
vibrant approximately hast
encompassed two and
a half millenniums past.
Hash tagged the
"Father of Western Philosophy" -
imagine us slew
of avid admirers
lurching back and forth
(in conjunction with the
pitched cadenced lilt of Plato),
say...by a playa in Kalamazoo
Michigan feted for, he warrants a kazoo
blown, who embraced forward doo
wop thinking spanned a gamut,
where more'n few
adherents or immediate disciplines
refining (and redefining),
which amassed breathless
comprehension aligned hitherto
an expanse of disparate subjects
sewn (no needling,
asper this feeble pun)
to constitute an interrelated web,
whereat convenience allotted
quasi distinct abstract queue
(preceding his sue bare rue
legacy) consigned his
innate person to integrate
(by syllogisms he drew)
correcting antiquated inaccuracies,
and aligned a groovy,
wheel lee, and well tread
modernist twist (and shout),
sans permeating Air Supply
Bestie Boys, Beatlemania,
Cold Play ying
musically noteworthy, loo
pea pod casts, and even spurring
What I’d like to give you is an ounce of my perfume,
what you’ll get is my permeating essence-filled scent
so you can discover who I really am.
Step in to my space,
study the aromachology of me,
become the nose to my inner "scentual" being.
A pungent trace of amber redolent with promise
is fragrant with what can be,
seducing you with a tangy sexiness,
inducing a deep-down-in-the-marrow reaction.
Step close, burrow into my soft vanilla neck,
breathe in the all of me.
Allow my red, red rose head notes to light a spark
to beckon you on to explore
every inside, outside inch of my skin.
Lean in, capture my cinnamon, cardamom heart notes
which reveal my truest nature.
Inhale my musky base notes,
then heed the primal-instinct-releasing call
to explore the jungle of my soul.
With cloying clarity,
discern the conundrum of sweet, savory me.