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Written Nov. 10, 2012
Gail’s Note: Not for the Faint of Heart
Rated PG-13 (Poetic Grossness – 13 out of 20)
What part of this is true?
Answer posted at the end.
I was at the hospital.
It was a quarter past two.
I was waiting for my husband.
There was nothing to do.
The emergency was over.
His gall bladder was out.
He was coming back home
Better off, no doubt.
The next day our daughter cooked
A special meal for her dad.
To celebrate the ending
of what could have been sad.
Instead we were all at the table
Treating my hubby like a star
When he eyed the counter
And asked, “Where is the jar?”
My daughter’s eye caught mine
And she instantly knew
That this was no ordinary
Meat and Potato stew.
She ran into the bathroom
Her face turning green
As she quickly zoomed
Bypassing her scream.
And while she was retching
I quickly followed behind
And while she was queching
I spoke to ease her mind.
“Your meal is bladder free.
The jar’s on the garage shelf.
Come, look with me.
You can see for yourself.”
And when she saw the jar
Her eyes met mine.
I could tell she was beginning
To feel just fine.
She went back to the kitchen
And I did some retching myself
Because I had just fibbed
About that jar on the shelf.
The bladder in that jar
Was an old one of mine
And dad’s had been cooked
With potatoes, carrots, and wine.
So the moral of this tale
Is to say, “Thanks, but I’ll pass,”
When given a memento of yourself
From the hospital staff.
Answer: Person who had the gall bladder removed was my cousin. The hospital really gave him his gall bladder to take home in a jar. He really set it on the kitchen counter. (Ugh!) His wife made him move it to the garage.
After all these many carnivore years
You can call it guilt or you can call it fear
I've made up my mind to decide
I'm going vegan this November time
So I broke down hard and read some books
Heard some tapes on what it took
From veggies steamed to veggies raw
From beans of green to yellow squash
As my nightly dreams were all filled with meat
I pushed back hard with collard greens
But still had no clue of what to do
With a turkey substitute
And that is when a friend came in
Who Tofu's the line at turkey time
So I read more books and heard more tapes
On Tofu fried, boiled, broiled, and baked
Opening up my kitchen to fine cuisine
Minus the best part...that being meat
As I promised myself I can make this work
My Tofurkey would be the finest in edible art
I had bought my Tofu by the pound
Lucky for me it is pliable
As I stretched and pulled and pulled and stretched
Until I had something that looked like a head
With my artistic abilities seriously in doubt
I'm pretty sure what I conjured was the head of a cow
So I pulled and stretched and stretched and pulled
No ones going to call me an abstract fool
As I bring to boil the "Rodin" juices in me
And baste at my skills repeatedly
Where I come up with a turkey, giblets and all
And just for good measure I gobble a turkey call
Of course cooking the thing is another road and
I sadly lost Tofurkey 1, 2, and 3 in the explosion
When 4 hit the score I invited my friends
Whose friendship with them will take time to mend
Just because a turkey looks like a turkey, don't mean that it is
I'm now learning all this while I clean up the mess
As forks went to the mouths at the very same time
So did the retching along with the crying
But in a month they'll forget this entire sordid ordeal
When they get the invites for my Christmas holiday meal
With my time in the books and tapes I will spend
Looking forward to Christmas and a delicious soy bean ham
I wish I could’ve whispered
To my young and clueless self
That this boy lives on a timer
This boy really needs help
It was already written down
By nature’s cruel hand
It was craved into the stars
He’ll try, but won’t withstand
One day I was in English class
I got a breaking message
I cried and screamed and cried aghast
And felt myself start retching
I clearly see, hung by the neck
Can clearly see his eye
Where before, a-light a-spec
Now gloss reflects the sky
The memories I try to keep
Are jumbled out of order
It’s been eight years, yet I still weep
From words he said, so morbid
It’s not our fault, it couldn’t be
We’re not psychics, not prophets
But I was part of that same guilt
Gave him no peace, no solace
Give me a headache
The fury of a migraine
The pounding of temples
The powder keg sensation
Of explosion a minute away
Give me a tummy ache
The kind that makes you double up
Fist pounding the bed
Hands clutching sheets
Retching into a bowl
From the pain of knots
And cramps
Give me a back ache
That leaves me immobile
For fear of the searing pain
That would accompany
One wrong movement
Pain shooting up my spine
Without searing pain
Shooting up my spine
Deadened only by pain killers
Give me any kind of physical pain
I will bear it, I will survive
I will live to see another day
But spare me
Oh spare me this pain
This pain in my heart
This heartache
That is eating away at me
Devouring my mind
That is accusing
That is demonizing
And driving me insane
This internal pain
That has me in fetal position
Rocking back and forth
Crying out in shaking sobs
Biting my inner lip so hard
That blood mixes with my tears
Just..just to feel something real
Something to fool my mind
Into believing
The body is in need of aid
Defense systems kicking into place
Let my mind be fooled
Let it forget
The other pain
That pain
A pain that is quickly leading
Massive heart failure of love
………………………………………….
Death
A state where there is
No feeling
No pain
No joy
No tomorrow
Nothing…
Give me…Oh please, please give me
The other kind of pain.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
PS...please understand this is a literary piece of work that shows an exaggerated state in the mind of the writer...me. I don't mean to trivialize the pain of those who suffer from chronic pain of any sort. This is MY poem, and MY thoughts on the matter. THANK YOU!
Her Suicide
Her husband said he was leaving
The darkness crept into her soul.
Why had he been so deceiving?
Her eyes looked to heaven with
a tragic roll.
She did not want to live without
him!
So, slowly she went into the
bathroom and wept!
As she stood before the open
medicine cabinet, there sat a jar
of sleeping pills filled to the brim.
She filled a huge glass of water.
and swallowed one hundred of
them.
The skies looked grim as was her
imminent death to be.
But an angel came to tell her, this
was no time to leave.
She went and told her husband of
her death wish perfidy.
He grabbed her quickly and off to
an emergency room they sped.
She, already falling asleep, her
husband,beside himself in fear.
His young wife of twenty nodding
off in her new dress of red.
The husband only twenty-one~
wishing he had a beer, instead!
The wife taken into ER, having her
stomach pumped.
Far from a pleasant situation~ of
that I heard of in truth.
Her husband in the waiting room
as grim as the winter sky.
Now repenting, wishing she would
not die!
After all the retching in ER, she was
taken home and slept for days.
He had to wake her, feed her and
hydrate her, so she would not pass
away.
He did not leave her then,but did a
few years later.
Her life went on without him.
She never saw all the wonderful
gifts God had in store for her.
A profession, graduating Cum
Laude from university.
A time in the performing arts.
And best of all a new love and
a star-blessed child.
So don't be righteous about who
is down, and why you think you
are so much better!
Be a listener,do what you can, to
make those who are down feel
better.
December 5, 2019
He's running out of Colour.
*eternity eternal mind over matter
*He forms combative images of daffodils and lilac hedges
The Grey Seeps From his Eyes.
* His heart holds abundance, life close, close as a shield
Nature is Turning Black.
* All of the mind intent melds a joyfull palette into an encompassing black
- Can't You Smell Their bitter Entrails?
* Retching he adds fodder to ripen the ground for rebirth.
He Could. He felt them weave
*Balance sought to assert dominance over discord with the Fathers hand.
In and out of His Senses,
*Mesmerizing optiforms presenting themselves
Alienating his Perceptions.
* He strains to hold human concepts dear.
- Count the Bodies, Count the Women
and The New-Borns if You Want?
* From Death, Life, from Life, Death
*the endless circle sustains his weakening heart.
It's Just Math. No longer
*The count down, or up? continues…….
Did Time Stress Relevance.
The Sky was Red: and Empty.
*Empty, yet, the promise of nature abhorrence of a vacuum ..screams.
- If You Wait, They'll Come Back for You
*And you, son of God, child of the Mother will deal……-
He Walked Through Various Flesh
*Seeing the shell for what it was …casing of soul…..
Obscenities, Traveling for Miles.
*Caricatures of Man, insults only to ego long gone.
But The Smell, The Smell Had Followed Him.
- Where's Your God Now?
*………………Now and forever, his soul answers, eternal in the heart of man
*……………………beating with the pulse of the Universe……..
*…………………………Ashes to ashes…..dust to God……….-
*I felt it necessary for my soul to reply, please forgive me Conor? A month of wicked was
too much without a reply.
On the ceiling (or under the ceiling) the fly went for a walk.
Thousands of his eye-lenses flashed at the scene below:
Secret handshakes, paper-bags, signalled deals, muffled talk.
On the table, over the platter, with his six thin feet for taste,
Puking and sucking jewelled berries, and ten gold apples of youth,
He observed the ice-bucket’s potential to collect the retching waste.
A fly on the wall, approaching the window, he planned to slip and tell;
But, the heat, the glare, the greed, the airless room
Sent him in circles, a swoon, a spiral. He fell.
A dead spy on the window sill.
Merciless King
Beckoned by your hearts, endangered are your lives by the deranged.
Unto the frey i am thrown, upon my heart your mournful cry sewn.
With valor I berzerk valiant within my vitality.
Repugnant are the actions of your enemies, from my mouth I cry out my anthem!
From too unto fro, I outlast thy enemy that witch is yours.
They are them and their legends are fiends to me, I loathe their existence.
With thunderous footsteps my demeanor becomes meritorious, as I seize frozen are their veins.
As I endure the damage that is unjustly cut into me, I yearn yet for your love.
One by one you watch in gut-retching fear as I eviscerate all inquisitors.
As they come forth as legions I feel your heart start to burst into fire with your own desire.
With my stamina depleted and with half their legions defeated I fell deep to my knees awaiting the final blow.
With the valorous cry she let out the cry of the one hundred valkyries!
Like a lioness she charges in, no one messes with my man!
Forward she presses our enemies, she has just become the empress of my heart.
As she strikes the final blow to the fow fiend of my desperado, she gives rise to the true king in the nature of love.
Arisen to my feet I set forth my fortitude for her wings of grace, for together under unity shall we both be saved.
By her own still beating chest, may my heart still be reclaimed.
All for one or all for none, amen.
~ Benjamin Luke Aguas
After all these many carnivore years
You can call it guilt or you can call it fear
I've made up my mind to decide
I'm going vegan this November time
So I broke down hard and read some books
Heard some tapes on what it took
From veggies steamed to veggies raw
From beans of green to yellow squash
As my nightly dreams were all filled with meat
I pushed back hard with collard greens
But still had no clue of what to do
With a turkey substitute
And that is when a friend came in
Who Tofu's the line at turkey time
So I read more books and heard more tapes
On Tofu fried, boiled, broiled, and baked
Opening up my kitchen to fine cuisine
Minus the best part...that being meat
As I promised myself I can make this work
My Tofurkey would be the finest in edible art
I had bought my Tofu by the pound
Lucky for me it is pliable
As I stretched and pulled and pulled and stretched
Until I had something that looked like a head
With my artistic abilities seriously in doubt
I'm pretty sure what I conjured was the head of a cow
So I pulled and stretched and stretched and pulled
No ones going to call me an abstract fool
As I bring to boil the "Rodin" juices in me
And baste at my skills repeatedly
Where I come up with a turkey, giblets and all
And just for good measure I gobble a turkey call
Of course cooking the thing is another road and
I sadly lost Tofurkey 1, 2, and 3 in the explosion
When 4 hit the score I invited my friends
Whose friendship with them will take time to mend
Just because a turkey looks like a turkey, don't mean that it is
I'm now learning all this while I clean up the mess
As forks went to the mouths at the very same time
So did the retching along with the crying
But in a month they'll forget this entire sordid ordeal
When they get the invites for my Christmas holiday meal
With my time in the books and tapes I will spend
Looking forward to Christmas and a delicious soy bean ham
With a white light that nobody saw
she began to walk
among us.
Watching, listening, observing the flow.
As she saw love she grew brighter
yet still unseen
trod carefully.
A silent advocate, amalgamating a heart.
"I love you", "Darling", "My Sweet",
the beautiful tunes
within fleshy receptacles.
Oh how they sang for her that day.
A temporary visit to gauge the crowds
inconspicuous yet vast
powerful but softly.
Turns and travels in an opposing direction.
It had only been yards, a mere moment
to bear witness
oh how we change.
To hurt and bitter and spite.
With a dark shadow that nobody saw
she began to fall
beneath us.
Retching, tormented, avoiding the flow.
For the ten thousandth time.