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You say you love me, but your love's untrue
I do not feel it in the things you do
and when you say it, coupled with a "kiss"
the searing heat of passion's what I miss
You say you love me, but I am alone
Such loneliness to you might be unknown,
and even when you're near, you're far away.
I cannot reach your heart with what I say.
You say you love me, but your eyes tell lies
I see a look that does not idolize
The windows to your soul are curtained now
I cannot see inside; I don't know how.
You say you love me, but your arms deny
to comfort and caress me when I cry
At times when storms let lose torrents of pain,
a shelter in your love I cannot gain.
You say you love me, but it can't be real
A lukewarm sentiment is all you feel
For love's inferno licks with flames so hot
I tell you now, all this your love is not
I want a love that sweeps my heart away
that makes me crave your presence night and day
I want a love that loves the worst in me
A love that binds my soul though body's free
I want a love that melts in its embrace
that testifies its presence in a face
I want a love as fierce warrior's will
A love that quiets fear, makes madness still
I want a love that all my thoughts consumes
A love that dreams in buried heart exhumes
I want, I crave, I covet love that feeds
That satiates my soul, fulfills my needs
You promised me a love that lasts all time
A love like that you have, but it's not mine
I get the crumbs while others get the feast
For lack of such a love my heart's deceased.
Eileen Manassian
I do believe that God made all things right.
Let us rejoice for all is bright since God
In kindness made this world in harmony.
For look, is not the sea so full of food?
What would we do without sardines and whales?
And aren't our fields so full of corn and wheat?
Do not the trees grow fruit that satiates?
Could we stop eating apples all the time?
Our orchards are so full of tasty fare.
The forest praises, it purifies our air.
Thank God for palms, and oaks and stately spruce,
Bushy hazels and the silver birches,
The Lord created for our pleasure trees.
I know God's great creation were the birds.
I love so much to see them fly so high.
I am delighted by their melodies
and so admire their elegance in flight.
God, bless the wind in all its many forms
They clear the clouds and pollinate the trees.
Such forces God did not create in vain?
So full of joy, rejoice and bless the Lord.
It is a must to take good care. Praise God.
Placed 1
24 December 2021
''B'' Forms, 10 Plus lines Poetry Contest
Subject BELIEVE
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Along aisle of twigs, moist brown leaves and stones,
Clustered bellflowers guard as I ramble
Whispered chord echoes from choir of bushes groans,
The rustles, a beckoning preamble
Shady sky-high trees of wrinkled clothed moss
Healthily exhaling thy cool fresh air.
Tongue satiates divine wood spring, I doss.
Finch trembles chanting rosary keys pray'rs.
Built organs from pines tunes mellow reeds
Gentle soothing blows invites butterflies
There flights harmonious lambada speed
Squirrels one fugue pitch share a lullaby
Golden rays peeps through gnarled branches of trees,
Casting apes acrobatic seesaw dance.
Glorious forest homes choral life thee
Who will dare and miss such enthralling chance?
(c) Olive ELoisa
1:03am
June 23, 2014
placed 4th.. :) to God be the glory.. :)
Beneath the frozen dome of a late December, I learned with melancholy
That those who gave me wings are not the titans I summoned in my childhood dreams,
But two earthlings, stirring my dreams into an aura, breathing whims of ice and smoke into the cauldron of my being.
And in that harsh month of ice, when my soul huddled beneath the timid dawns,
The mug of hot chocolate by my bed becomes a herald, laden with unspoken words,
The warmth of a mother saying without words how much you need to warm yourself at life's bosom,
And I, unknowingly trampling over gifts with ignorance, with a silent longing buried in routine.
Oh, how I wish I had known how to unravel the thread of love, for it is an art crushed by the weight of the earth,
It struggled through dungeons of misunderstandings, attempted, I understand now, to tear down the cold walls between us,
I would like to take back the harsh words, the disputes that scratched the delicate veil of our connection,
But I was only a dandelion in the wind's path, a child who did not understand that this play is most earnest.
And as I step towards the dawn of a new phase, at last aware,
I realize there are no castles without shadows, that each family is a legacy of forgiveness and forgetting,
Love, an ancient coin that we are still learning to pay the right price for, it starves us and sometimes satiates,
And now, I see that it, always trying to mend what we have torn, still extends the thread back to me.
I would have liked to have been more whole, to have answered the call of her heart with honesty, without denial,
But reality knocked me down with fragments of walls, and I remained there, a child with the world on his shoulders,
Stripped of excuses and pretexts, with an open heart to the truth - all that have made us what we are today.
When I retreat into the hearth of the night, I find the blanket spread over me, hiding my fleshly embarrassments,
And when I look up at the sky, maybe I erred, but in the infinite blue I understand that it is never too late,
Life without those pawns who ignited the spark in the archers on the chessboard is inconceivable to me,
And no matter how fate weaves and unravels, everything started with them,
And an overwhelming sense holds me, that it will all end with them too.
Written: December 31, 2023, For Unseeking Seeker Contest
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“God within me is the enjoyer of the aroma
As also this dopamine boosting flavour I taste
I surrender all pleasures to the dweller of my heart
Breath by breath thus that my soul presence be chaste”
I wrestle symbolically every day,
While whisking my whimsical mind
For palatable aroma of java-laced cream
Each tantalizing sip satiates soul scarcity,
I taste dopamine-inducing elixir
Idly percolating aromas amplify, blissfully
My psyche turns olfactory with each breath
Savoring pureness of quench coffee
True coffee lovers' sacred rite
Bred from mountain slope flora
Large, roasted grains
Combined with chives
Espresso of our selection
Invigorating the poetic muse.
A cloying symphony lingers
Caramel, chocolate, hints
Roasted beans croon a melody
Susurrous sumptuous surreptitious
startling soul's sempiternal shields
Java ushered to an ambrosian niche
Where time halts and fears sway
All worries dissolve
Java-infused serenade heals this soul.
Weary-treating opulent, black potion
Comforting and cheering
Sips reveal life's essence
A hint of sonata transcends clash
Every sip is a sensory delight
A fabulous favor, a flavor flipping
Utopian bitterness-sweetness mix
An inexhaustible smorgasbord style.
Aphonic aqua vitae aurifies my soul
Seeking solace in stories of slight delights
In this brew, I uncover truth
A breath of blissfulness brings youth
Let aroma spread as I sip and relish
Nurturing and boldening my soul
I am enamored with Java core virtues
An idyllic instant resolves everything
Breath to breathe, I'll purify my soul
Savor and sustain every drop
During my coffee ritual
Feel a link to a bit victual.
The Gift of Life
Every day as I open my eye, a brand new sun shines bright in the sky,
Every flower that colours my day, keeps gloom and darkness at bay,
Every breeze that sends fragrance, a gift of life feels His essence,
Every meal that my mom cooks, satiates my appetite to contented looks,
Every friend waiting me arrive, a sweet smile gives logic to survive,
Every laugh that goes in air, an achievement shows its unique flair,
Every tear has something to teach, as flow of emotions will preach,
Every heartbeat that speaks of love, thrives for the peaceful dove,
Every relation has its own taste, without these life is a big waste,
Every work is a daily worship, wholehearted and not with a whip,
Every material thing is a lust, never to forget mortality comes must,
Every soul that behaves kind, sends glitter even in eyes of a blind,
Every night I pray to The Lord, give might to the pen and let perish the sword !
Written September 4th, 2014
By Dr. Upma A. Sharma
For contest ' The gift' by Verlena S. Walker
Ranked 1st
From my window, down the Glen I look
Amidst forested slopes, a stretch of water lies
Seeing it once can leave the viewer hooked
I now know why it's hard to bid goodbye
Wandering far, limpid blue loch says hello
It's sublime beauty seizes my leisure walk
Alongside whisky coloured grass that grows
Teeming trees, as the scene greets me in flock
Candy fluffy clouds, glide above her waters blue
Caressing cliffs, shading all for free
Bluebells scents satiates my sense so true
It's crystalline fluid beckons me to spree
Whether one is local, or a holiday tourist
The loch freezes the eye so one can't resist
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Written by, Olive Eloisa Giullermo & James Fraser
Of all existence, revered nebulae,
Thus through this sonnet, a proposed tribute,
From whence first seen, served to personify,
Confirmed heart resigned being absolute.
Once star, a major presence to being,
Alone dependent worlds, ingratiates,
Presently, a vast expanse as best seen,
A belt of towering steed, satiates.
Our cramped frame, paired to your fantastic realm,
Proportionately, grandeur to compare,
Leans on the unthinkable to fathom,
A just aim be a journey set to wear.
Sojourners souls lead to air a last flight,
In a pink pasture, horse waits for its knight.
Date: 06/13/2019
They say love comes in a gush
I don’t believe all that mush
Not just a feeling…
Love is believing
There’s more to it than a rush
Your loved one gives you goose bumps
You see curves instead of lumps
Your heart palpitates
And sex satiates
Your life is coming up trumps!
But Love’s a decision too
When feelings get old not new
You think of your vow
Fulfill it somehow
And resolve to stick like glue
So when there are angry darts
Or when there are broken hearts
You think of that glow
You give love a go
And all the sorrow departs
Today is Valentine’s Day
Tease and please…now don’t delay
Revive that hot spark
Make love in the dark
Love’s the sweetest game to play.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Poetry as Vital Force
Poetry is not just words gushing through empty pages bare,
it's a force that embraces life with arms of luminous light,
a fire that burns in the chest of those frozen by loneliness,
a flame that melts the ice from souls that perish slowly still.
Poetry is a rope thrown into the abyss of the lost wandering,
it's the hand extended to those who fall through bottomless darkness,
a thread of gold woven from hope and from forgotten songs ancient,
that binds the earth to heaven and the soul to its deep source.
It is as necessary as bread in the pockets of the starving hungry,
as sacred as water for those who die of thirst in the desert,
poetry nourishes what the body can never touch or reach,
it satiates the emptiness in us with dreams and echoes of certain truth.
They are not just letters dancing on paper white as snow fallen,
but bridges built over the chasms between wandering souls lost,
it is the breath we draw when everything seems forever lost,
it's the heartbeat of the universe in our weary chests exhausted.
Poetry is the medicine for wounds that don't bleed outwardly visible,
it's the balm poured over invisible scars from the depths within,
it heals what doctors cannot see with their mortal eyes,
it cures what breaks in silence among the crying and the tears.
It is the fire for the cosmic cold that grips our bones frozen,
it's the mantle of stars that wraps us when the night is too long,
poetry is the force that keeps us alive when everything falls apart,
it's the whisper that tells us there's still meaning in this crafted world.
And when everything seems dead and barren like a desert without water,
poetry is the oasis where souls come to drink from living words,
it is the proof that beauty can exist even within pain suffered,
that life is worth living as long as there are still poems heard.