Long Pillowy Poems
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Into the snow white castle only tepid feet bound
Head mirror of quilted bed reflects a glimmering compound
Satin blanket spreads over each frozen mound
A blinding glare from the silted bed doth rebound
With each heavy step mist arises from fluffed goose down
Arching o'er head a crystalline canopy doth crown
The hooded frames as glowing sentinels ballast ground
The woody rails in their icy coat of arms surround
As tempest blows, crackling arms in groaning chorus resound
From portholes beaming, frozen pellets wayfarers confound
Alighting from pillowy perches, Red-shouldered hawks with wings unwound
Strafe the bystanders; with their prickly dander doth hound
A fibrous parapet of occluded, twining roots shields ground
Each truant sole straying from the beaten path will impound
Buried stumps as pulpy landmines on periphery abound
The errant, plodding heel with shocking pain to redound
Pace must quicken in the late afternoon stound
Dusk's chilling tides o'er snowy copse leaves laggards spellbound
As the last rays of light funnel into
the background
Enchanting visions of woodland nymphs mind's eye doth astound
Running fancy free into a field,
Chasing butterflies my path revealed,
My arms outstretched into the sky,
I am so happy--not caring why.
Cooled by a fragrant soft Spring breeze,
I trip and fall down to my knees,
Then wistfully gaze into the sky,
To watch the clouds drift slowly by.
Slowly my youthful mind escapes,
Into their billowy pillowy shapes,
As my youthful imagination rages,
Onto life’s unwritten pages.
I reminisce about these scenes so well,
But to them I’ve had to say farewell,
To blend with the accepted propriety
Of my adult world’s fast society.
Though I mostly do what people expect,
I sometimes upon my youth reflect,
And dream nostalgically of my life then,
Knowing I can never be that person again.
My body is too big
My bones loom over me
and my flesh wraps around them
Heavy like the bricks of a lighthouse tower
The waterfall of my tears posted proudly on a magazine cover
Eighth wonder of the natural world
A thousand miles before it reaches the pillowy ground
My skin stretches over my frame like a canvas
painted with freckles and scars
Enough paint to cover the world twice over is needed to cover it’s expanse
My body lumbers around like I giant when I move
Collapsing in on itself under it’s own weight when I stumble
My souls feels like an ant trapped in the body of a lion
The pins that hold me together are silk needles trying to hold wool
I am a pebble in the body of a mountain, unsure if the wind will whisk me away or if I was ever supposed to move in the first place
I feel bulky and gangly
Shaky and frozen
Filling a room like water fills a cup, cold and loud when all i want is to disappear quietly
Because I feel like my soul could walk through the eye of a sewing needle like a grand palace gate
And whenever my soul feels small
My body is too big
What makes a girl?
Is it not “sugar and spice and all things nice”?
What makes a woman? Oh…all that and so much more
A woman is made of sugar…sweet to the taste
Spice…Oh…she can burn your tongue and soul
All things nice? Hmmmm…
Things….let me define them for you...
The warmth of her body
The warmth of her soul
Her nurturing heart
How she makes a man whole
Her soft curvy form
Her luscious sweet lips
Her pillowy bosom
Her curvaceous hips
Her eyes that can speak
In many a way
Her hands that massage
All the worries away
Strength that bears
The pain of giving birth
How she puts herself down
To give you more worth
She is wispy and dreamy
Ethereal, unreal
Sent from above
To make a man feel
She is a seductress
Who can be a friend
She is the strong one
On whom to depend
Who can define her?
She is beyond all this…
The mystery of life
Is contained in her kiss!!!
Now…..For the glimpse of her other side!! I’m posting an old poem of mine,
Warrior Princess. Yes, women can HUNT as well! Read them and Weep.
The Warrior Princess
Don’t think me fragile, quick to break
No, don’t ever make that mistake
My warrior spirit’s deep and strong
I can avenge when faced with wrong
I am the Warrior Princess
I gallop on my mighty steed
Brandish my sword, fulfill my need
What my eyes crave, I swoop to take
No human dares this heart to break
I’m the Warrior Princess
With mad abandon, I make love
With eagle talons, I’m no dove
I subjugate, and I command
Full surrender to each demand
I’m the Warrior Princess
When you think me supple and weak
The fire in my eyes will speak
I play a role, capture your soul
I dominate not part but whole
I am the Warrior Princess
In my veins the power to rule
No man can play me for a fool
Yes, he may think my heart is won
But can you hold the blazing sun?
I’m the Warrior Princess
My fierce passion, you cannot match
Your body from her bed I’ll snatch
Ravish you till I’ve had my fill
Might let you live or I might kill
FOR I’M THE WARRIOR PRINCESS
Eileen Manassian Ghali
You can never DEFINE a woman!
Who ever saw a skinny teddy bear?
What an absurdity!
Aren’t teddy bears good for cuddles because they are tubby?
They are nice and round and with a nice little tummy!
I’m cuddly like a teddy bear
Cuddly, cuddly, cuddly
I’m not thin like a stick
I’m pillowy and dreamy to hold
You get a great big handful of love
When you squeeze my arms
Got to give a reach when
You take me in your arms
But when you need to snuggle at night
Put your head on something warm and pillowy
Your arms around something soft and round and snuggly
I’m your snuggly teddy bear
Snuggly, snuggly, snuggly
When has this stupid world
Fallen out of love with what children still adore
People who have more than just skin and bones
People who are round and a little tubby
Cute and a little chubby
Sweet and a little snuggly
Just like my adorable little teddy
cuddly, cuddly, cuddly
Just like………ME!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
In the Fresh Month of April
There is a finesse expressed in a spring step
When flowers unfurl and come out to impress
And release fragrances unique to the nostrils
In the fresh month of April.
Pillowy clouds suffuse grey silken skies,
Bringing with them isolated showers,
Yet she would have us dance until the sun sets
And cherish the moment as if a promise kept
And partake in the frills of romantic thrills
In the fresh month of April.
So, shower away and revitalize the planet,
Unlocking the essence for life’s experience.
And we, light on our feet, limber in the chill
In the fresh month of April.
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Note:
“April” comes from the Latin word “Aprilis,” which means “to open” and implies youth, beauty, and renewal. The daisy and sweet pea flowers represent the month of April, symbolizing purity, while the diamond is April’s birthstone, representing innocence. The colours of April are yellow, red, and colourless.
A coat of light brown and a heart of thread,
Waiting for me on the edge of the bed.
So soft and squishy, a pillowy prize,
With quiet patience and brown button eyes.
With a black little nose and a bright red tongue,
To your comforting spirit, I’ve always clung.
I hold you close when the world feels loud,
Or wrap you in blankets like a terry cloud.
I hug you tight till the worries depart,
And feel your stuffing against my heart.
Sometimes I’m angry and toss you aside,
But Cushy, you never once leave or hide.
I smile at your face when the morning is new,
Finding a comfort that’s honest and true.
I share every secret, my thoughts and my fears,
While you soak up the laughter and dry all my tears.
From your fuzzy ears to your small scrubby tail,
A friendship with you will never pale.
When the day is finally done and it’s right,
I tuck you in with me for the night.
Under the covers, a snug little team,
Floating together through every dream.
Keep us cozy, warm till sun’s light,
My best friend Cushy throughout the night.
shall i wait for his plane to land?
— or meet him midair in pillowy-clouds,
clear the aisles meant for two,
order the finest dinner a steward can zoom,
prepare to feast on fingers and toes,
earlobes and sweet bubblegum lips.
shall i wait for the hail from the air?
— or fly my own airlines to climb aboard
certainly we don’t need two seats, only one
and that one is blushing from all of this touching.
shall I vigorously fly like a drone?
— spying out my love in from Japan
shall he unwrap an early present
i’m wearing red and green ribbons
...he’s wearing none.
~ certainly two stars search the horizon
~ climaxing at the speed of light’s dreams
air pressure certainly entertaining
the clash of thunder and lightning
a show of stupendous energy
for three weeks has weakened my pulse
and my knees.
I hightail to meet my love
in the air, so close and yet
i’ll certainly have to wait ‘til he lands
so he can take me back to the heavens.
12/21/2018
Twinkle twinkle brilliant star
Heaven’s best to me you are
You’re the brightest star of night
And you are my guiding light
Twinkle twinkle brilliant star
Shine on me from where you are...
Sleep my love, my star
Stop your hard work
Of lighting the way for me
Let all the burdens go
Let me lull you to sleep
Hear the lullaby of my heart
As you put your head
On my pillowy breast
Hush now, hush
Leave your cares behind
Let the whole world go
Let me cushion your body
And sooth your mind
Don’t make a sound
As my hands ease away
The rough handling of your day
Let it all go
There…there. Yes, give in to my care
Listen to my song
Let me cover you with
My warm blanket of love
Hush now my man, my child
Let me carry you to dream land
Let the gentle motion of my rocking
Become the rythm of your dreams
There…close your eyes
Hush….now hush
I'm here....I'm here...
Twinkle Twinkle brilliant star
What an awesome man you are
You're my shinning light so high
You're my diamond in the sky
Winkle twinkle brilliant star
You’re my man, oh yes you are
You're my man.....
oh yes......
you.......
are.......
(zzzzzzzzzzzz.....sh....he's finally asleep! ;)
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Untouchable
We have our own caste system.
Our own way of separating
The elite from…everyone else
We have our own caste system.
We have our own Untouchables
Our own “acceptable” ways of showing disgust…
Towards those who aren’t pretty enough
Or thin enough
Or rich enough
Or successful enough
Or spiritual enough
Or smart enough
Or stylish enough
Or accomplished enough
To meet OUR standards…
We have our own Untouchables!
How do I know?
Because today I felt like an outcast
A failure
A good for nothing
A hideous creature
The lowest in society
In the religious congregation
In the work place
So I tried to hide
My ugly face
My outdated clothes
My pillowy arms
My tear-streaked face
My needy heart
From the perfect people
With the perfect smiles
And the perfect lives
Today, I was an untouchable…
You didn’t bother to touch my face
Or warm me with love
Or smile at me
Or give me a crumb of encouragement
Or look into my eyes
Or let me join your world
Or let me savor your success.
We have our own caste system.
I know…
For I am an UNTOUCHABLE!