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#My_abandoned_friend
Focused so much on my grind and neglected you, tossed you so far, less I knew how wild and unsafe this universe was, today i saw my contributed evil deeds, evident all over your face, hardly recognized the once illuminative smile, could hear the fading and in crawling stage the laughter you made,
realised how wrong have I totally been, for looking only where I was headed, forgot that I once vowed to friend you come what may, so much has this life snatched from you, so much i ran out of objects around me when counting , so shameful i call myself a friend, your friend in particular,
saying this with shame ,today I met a friend, a once good one for that matter, after so much many years, realised how savaging indeed this life was capable, so lil of what was,
realised how much life has taken its toll over you, so much only so little in your presence I could familiarize, realised how irreparable, time and space has taken away from our friendship, so bad my peace still restless,
so much has this time taken from you, so little I could still say we once had, so fearful and scary I wish had never left our friendship station, for all was just picture perfect, now the future painting we jointly painted, has just few pieces of what was, so bad one would deny if that was what was,
how bad I blame myself for leaving so early, I mean chasing my dreams by self, how selfish was it of me, today I saw the scattered pieces of that friendship, broken so bad one would barley noticed its once existence, realised how failed I have failed you, how selfish was I in my hustle, so selfish even in my prayers, though I call myself a believer
like a mirror, she carried so much broken pieces in her smile and there lied my failure, I have failed not only her but our friendship, like Judas Escariot, my deception weigh so heavy upon my conscience, my abandoned friend
#Poetic_Ink
Life coming at me like a huge tide
Compassion in me is trying to hide
One step from being a badman
Always having to be the sad man
Wanting to stay up all night
But having to do what's right
Torn between what the heart desires
Those inner fires
If I could only stop before comes the heartbreak
but that's the chance you take
Getting lost to any moment in time
Like being lost in the words of this rhyme
Hearts break
people take
Compassion
No longer the fashion
Can't buy love, only rent it for a short time
You become a broken mime
The payment for love is a broken heart
But you knew that from the start
Willing to try
Once more fly
The taste of love, so sweet
Bitter the defeat
Once more lost in the rhyme
How long this time
Not long enough
I'm not that tough
To many times broken
Memories are just a token
Silent echoes there to remind
Getting stuck in rewind
What was to be
Not sure I wish to see
Only so many times can you use glue
After love flew
What's one to do
Pieces that fit ,are no more
Fell through the cracks on the floor
Forever means but a short time
No happy ever after rhyme
Not for me
But my soul is free
Older
Bolder
Not so in need of love
No pure dove
Surfing through the tide
From life I no longer hide
Not afraid to stand alone
Despite what life has shown
Maybe I've grown
Learned the only person you need to be true to,
Is you
You were a match that brought a new light into my world,
After three months of meeting, talking, showering and walking
All my mind could do was think about you
The sheer thought of knowing we would see each other
made me dizzy with love, lust, a passion I could not mistrust.
Under a September sky I sit quietly
As I try to remember what it is you first told me
Now the words have drifted away
Like trash along the shore – not meant to become part of nature – which is so pure
I should have kept the memories inside the confines of my mind
But it gets so cluttered sometimes, I know it’s my job to keep these wires organized
Every time I hear Nirvana, I remember driving down the road
With the cows looking at us through the rolled-up windows
You sat in the front and told us all how you didn’t like this music
A twinge inside my gut poked at the thought you were in my life just for this moment
The things you said afterward made that so very potent
You were in my life just for the moment
It felt like magic the times I had with you,
before I knew how much hurt a mouth could do
I pull the petals off a flower, it’s so strange how words can have so much power
It can affect you now until long after
Your words used to speak to me but now it’s only blabber
My head knows I’m better your gone
My heart sings a slow, heavy mourning song.
I wish they would meet, and fix all these pieces that broke when you left
I going to return from this heartbreak
But I won’t be the same
a candle burnt from the flame
What are you? Well, a moth that can’t find the light
I sit here, and cough from the smoke of the lady nearby
A cigarette hangs out of her mouth
I ask her for one, she shrugs
Can’t be done
Ok I say, I fold your faded picture up and walk away.
How many ways can a heart break?
When do the cracks first appear?
How soundless is the first hairline fracture?
It starts to spread
Almost unnoticed
Imperceptible
Except for a little discomfort
A little doubt
A little sadness
Unsure why or how
But….a little pain begins to develop...
A forgotten smile
A withheld word
An embrace that ends a little too soon
A kiss a little less fiery than before
A look that no longer devours
A caress that no longer ignites
A time that is no longer shared
A silence that is not companionable
A dream that is dreamt alone
The break widens
The pain deepens
And no amount of denial
Will alter the awful truth
That your heart is breaking..
And now you can hear the sounds
Of the walls crumbling
And the pieces falling
And you’re left to wonder...
How many ways can a heart break?
Where have all the pieces gone?
When did the first sign appear?
How can you carry on?
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Go ahead and make the first move,
but take care
One or two spaces so I can move
to my square
Game of life, I’m queen defending
my king
Pawns, so many seem such
insignificant a thing
I’ll stay in my castle with my
bishop for a lil while
As my knights ride to fight the
enemy in style
I’ll rush about you see when my
king Is in need
Watch for your next move, hope
I don’t misread
Sacrificing so many pieces attempting
to defend
Not a game it’s so real, you see
I won’t pretend
Soon the enemy will deplete my
trusted army
As they attempt to not let
anyone harm me
My role important, my moves
so unrestricted
Game of chance while their moves
I’ve predicted
I hate losing pieces but it’s for
me the Queen
End goal is to sit beside my
king ruling supreme
I’m very loyal down to the very
end, I will fight
Even when I watch fall my last
trusted knight
Each piece to the end will
fight so valiantly
Dying a noble death against those
who challenge me
I must keep my kingdom from
being overthrown
A mind game challenging so many
great unknowns
Hoping my king is truly the one,
and its fate
Because if not...it’s games over,
check mate
10/2020
Poetry is a whisper of an embrace caressing the heart and soul with a gentle song which soothes the melancholy that haunts ~ Quote by Poet
A broken heart responds
To the poem from
The heart
A broken spirit unites
With healing hopes
From inside
The poem
A broken word enlightens
With joy that comes
From knowing
Redemption
Inspires
Wisdom
Faith
More
When I’m broken – alone and silent
Words mark my thoughts with colors
Hues of compassion and inspiration
Feelings that beckon to solve my puzzle
With pieces that fit inside my beliefs
Like melancholy rides the waves of the
Seas, with sensations of elation and love
Enlightenment that is sent down from above
Brokenness captures my reflections within
Between heartbeats there are echoes of praise
To the One who knows that I am made up of
Many moments and wonders, sweet and salty
All that comes from knowing the One who reaches
Through my worries and struggles with pure
Faith and honesty, embracing even my worst pain
With arms of grace and light, fire that reignites
Desire, faith and the brilliant passage of time
When everyone knows that real love is alive
Broken hearts are filled with hurt
Yet they know the way
To joy and inspiration
Guide us all through
Anxiety and despair
Grief
The broken heart
Leads us to believe
In the dream
For love
That is
Alive
Free
Thriving with a miracle
From the heart who
Has found that
Brokenness
Eventually
Heals
With love
My pen breathes
Relief and reprieve
I am in this place
and you are in that.
I suspect you are in a different place,
one I have yet to recall, or visit.
Same goes for my dog, but now and again
her wet nose in my ear wakes me up
from a troubled sleep.
Same goes for the mean snake slaying Siamese cat
that scratched me to pieces.
I reckon that it still exists in some parallel universe,
still craping on some other
poor son of a .
Today I am on the doorstep of
of a Thai restaurant - I think I once lived in Thailand,
but it could have been this other person,
someone who lives in another dimension,
a place just a smidgeon from my left eye.
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Painting a picture of porcupines playing
Pincushions parked in the field
Purple and pink for this playful perception
Plans of their purpose revealed
Painful endeavors of pacified pranksters
Preparing a pie at their place
Pecan or pumpkin, pickle, pineapple
Pieces are smeared on their face
Putting the paint on some powder puff paper
Pleasure in each stroke is plied
Pausing to peer at some porpoises playing
Prancing in pansies they hide
Puzzling problems with pretzels and peanuts
Posturing people to prove
Pistachio perfume in prime presentation
Preaches that peaches will move
Polishing pastels on pre-printed pages
Prized the possessions we seek
Paisley the plumes of a peacocks posterior
Portraits now come take a peek
Pampering pelicans play the piano
Pure as a piccolos prayer
Picking a parcel of plum flavored pudding
Poetic prose fills the air
Pleats in my pants shout in proud proclamation
Puddle my pores that perspire
Poodles on playgrounds prevent prosecution
Plotting my hearts pure desire
Passion precedes every past tense of parting
Piled with a presence so true
Painting a picture while purposely dreaming
Promising my love to you
"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces." - John Ruskin 1853
Remnants of a Rainbow
Empty road
Winds the season of afternoon
Through still, anticipating, plains -
Wilderness savannahs -
Chases earth’s ever sloping curve
Lost in time
Under the capricious sun
And jealous wind whirls
Gathering a sachet -
Agate dust in fool’s gold flakes
Crumbs of twigs and freely offered leaves
Regal velvet petals
Paint brushing
Bits of autumn’s glory
On escaping cerulean fingertips
Fiery dawn’s transcendent warning light -
Cargo on cloud vessels
Sailing into skyports where anxious, trembling, raindrops
Wait
For the eternal rainmaker’s apprentice
To spin the whirls into a mystical mosaic -
Arching ribbons chasing crashing light and blazing thunder –
Awash with droplets dyed with rainbow hues
In teasing footprints – tantalizing temptation –
Just out of reach
Before the eyes of the road
Until twilight frays the edges
Disperses bits of sunbows on washed out yearning–
Cascades colors to devastated dusty emptiness
Descends on grey mists - palettes of ambivalence -
Closes doors on dreamy colorless rhapsodies –
Bleached longing -
Chasing bluebirds on remnants of wishful wings.
8-28-20
Childhood
When I was but child
I remember games we played
Hide and seek and Kick the Can
Oh, to think of the memories we made
We walked on stilts we fashioned
Out of old lumber pieces we found
And telephones with copper and old cans
Our imaginations completely free, unbound
We climbed trees without any fear
To reach the top was pure delight
For we could see the whole world
In those days we only stopped for night
When the sun came up the next day
We could be found playing ball
We played tether ball and Keep Away
Very seldom did anyone get hurt or fall
But all good things come to an end
As childhood things get put on a shelf
And grownup realities take its place
But I had such fond memories for myself
I close my eyes and go back in time
To those wondrous days of summer play
I would love to go there again just once
I remember… just like it was yesterday.
Connie Moore
3/16/14