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Visions...
A rainbow appears suddenly after a rainstorm..
Colorful and massive..
Vivid colors so bright ..
Visions..
Watching how dusk turns into dawn..
Sunrise it is..
A new day had arrived..
New beginnings
Exploring possibilities with clarity..
A mindful representation of what can manifest..
Any manifestations may occur..
In a breathtaking Universe that is grand..
Vastness above and beyond..
Visions..
Glaring at the fluffy white clouds ..
Cloud formations..
Spendid shapes take different forms..
Showing us signs of a greater force..
A greater force..
Which is..
Love..
Visions..
Day turns into night..
A glowing moon beams..
The magnificent stars high upon the sky shimmers so brilliantly..
Astonishment occurs..
Captivated by the beauty and grandeur
Visions..
Feeling graciousness as to what my eyes had seen..
Visions..
My eyes had seen
In all of its glory..
In all of its grace..
I close my eyes..
I open my eyes..
My eyes continue to see
All there is..
Creation and creations
Unlimited and always expanding..
The power of love is all..
MOTHER
I LOVE MY MOTHER
I LOVE MY MOTHER
SHE TAKES CARE OF ME
SHE DEFENDS ME FROM HURTS
I LOVE MY MOTHER
I GO AROUND THE WORLD
I NEVER SEEN AFFECTION
LIKE THAT OF MOTHER
PEOPLE MAY WANT YOU TO SUCCEED
BUT IT HAS A LIMIT
SHE IS THE ONLY PERSON
WHO WANTS UNLIMITED SUCCESS FOR YOU
SHE NEVER HESITATE
TO SELL HER PROPERTIES
FOR YOU TO SUCCEEDED
I LOVE MY MOTHER
NO DEITY LIKE MOTHER
WHO CAN TAKE HER THRONE?
YOUR FRIENDS MAY LOVE YOU
YOUR WIVES MAY LOVE YOU
BUT THEY CAN BETRAY YOU
BUT SHE CAN'T BETRAY YOU
SHE TEACHES ME MORALS
I LOVE MY MOTHER
SHE KEEPS ON STRUGGLING
FOR ME TO SUCCEEDED
I PRAY TO MY LORD
TO GRANT YOU LONG LIFE
WEALTH AND HEALTH
®®2017
“Only the dead have seen the end of war.”
Plato
Politicians keep lying
Hate keeps breeding
Jets keep firing
Babies keep dying
Mothers keep crying
Homes keep tumbling
Hope keeps crumbling
Time keeps ticking
Injustice keeps screaming
Funerals keep delaying
Peacemakers keep meeting
Media keeps shocking
Propaganda keeps faking
Tanks keep bombing
Earth keeps shaking
Fear keeps spreading
Soldiers keep fighting
Widows keep weeping
Sorrows keep growing
Babies keep dying
Mothers keep crying
Tears keep flowing
Hunger keeps increasing
Journalists keep reporting
Poets keep writing
Music keeps playing
Teachers keep teaching
Clergymen keep praying
Preachers keep preaching
Protestors keep protesting
Faith keeps searching
Peace keeps fading
Ignorance keeps showing
Missiles keep shooting
Humanity keeps bleeding
World keeps sleeping
Babies keep dying
Mothers keep crying
Solitary spaces for lost thoughts,
images betwixt that intervene,
found in iks, ends and even eens;
in between what may not have been
of this land we've often seen.
In innocence cross seas of sky,
pull pearls from pockets in the mind.
Search for the hidden reasons why
where wanton thoughts are left behind.
If one sits still too long and stares
and sinks deep down in icky ink
only slips, slides or swerves in verve -
but bumps into dark doublethink!
Some see how to turn on the lights,
points on star tips keep getting bright.
Watch wonders never seen before,
where there's no rule, wrong or right.
Try close listening, hear the ticks
crowded cricket strums from the sticks
of words that rhyme or songs to time.
Kindly look through one lone haiku
that tiny crack with views anew.
Rhyme 22 Lines 143 Words
(Dedicated to Christel Pilson)
My dad fell head over heels in love with my mom during their college years. Mom was a petite, a dark haired, dark skinned little angel would could warble a song like none other, with a smile that earned her the name, Sunshine! Her real name? Angel! He was a tall, handsome, fair-skinned, bearded man from a far off land named Persia. He spoke no Arabic. She spoke no Farsi or Armenian, though her father was Armenian. The very first words she ever said to him were, “Are you alright?” when he was thrown off the maintenance truck, probably because he was staring at her and not holding on. They fell madly in love…..Only later….later did they discover that she was 10 years his senior. She looked much younger. He looked much older, and this was the Middle East where age MATTERS.
A strange twist of fate
My love not defined by years
Why should it matter?
She broke up with him and she broke her own heart in so doing. He tried to stay away. Not only was she older, she was part Arab, and his mother would NEVER approve. Armenians married Armenians. If they did not do so, the race would die out. She threatened him in a letter. “If you marry that Arab, you are no longer my son!”
Forbidden…your love
My heart in state of turmoil
Family demands
The age difference was a chasm that was impossible to cross….but he loved her. He adored her…her smile…her tender heart...her beautiful voice. He begged her to come back to him. “I cannot live without you.” She had been longing to hear those words. They married, and everyone named them….the love birds. When Mom got sick with MS, it was Dad who cared for her, who wouldn't put her in a home, who shed tears for the woman who had borne him three children and had been a support to him during his years of administrative and pastoral work in Iran. He bathed her, brushed her teeth, combed her hair, changed her soiled clothes, took her for rides…the only time she felt free! He carried her down three flights of stars on his back when he had to rush to the bomb shelter….Don’t tell me love is bound to age! NONSENSE! I've seen with my own eyes…a love that defies all odds…and remains strong…to the gates of death.
My Angel is gone
The sweetest joy of my life
When you were my wife
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Since the day I was conceived, her delicate hands have held me.
Since the day I was created, her hands floated my first endeavor.
At the point when the tears started to rain, her hands covered me.
She has made it a priority to facilitate protecting her treasure.
She was ecstatic to curl and smooth my classic hair Sweep.
Her hands sufficed, and my scars were concealed.
She drew me closer to the star with her soft, steep.
When I finally got her, she hugged me and, by God, she cheered.
I'm glad that she wasn't hurting me when she was playing.
She seldom uses her hands to form and twist trees.
Her hands would embrace the focuses she was making,
Presumably, I'm related to her and depending on her strands.
Time has effectively weighed intensely on her side.
The radical strive of lifting her hands spurs her soreness.
I've never seen such a shocking model of heart inside.
She is my initial stage where foments all my crudeness.
Who taught Love that the most prized asset is the heart.
An exquisite family has blessed us to call it our own.
They remember us for who we are, not for what I've put in the cart.
She enjoys being a mother regardless of our faults and groans.
ALL YOURS (Jun 15) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Written; May 7, 2021
Firm and steady
Handshake Faith
Life sometimes throws complexity
Understanding can feel far off
Gonna Be Alright
People will see you and walk away
Not understanding how you got through
Nothing you said nor done
Gonna be alright
Extreme storms will arise
It won’t be weather
Your storms within
Gonna be Alright
Rain will fall
There will be some cloudy days
Through it all
The sun will come out
Skies will become dark more and more
Gonna be alright
Praying will seem Heaven doesn’t hear
You will feel the Lord isn’t near
The answer will come
Gonna be alright
Satan will ponder doubt in your mind
You will feel his rage of fire in anger
You won’t burn
Gonna be alright
You need a healing
Total intervention
Gonna be alright
Faith is the key
You will be alright
As one walks in God’s goodness
Your paths will be directed
Wonders you have never seen
Blessing after blessing shall arrive
You are beyond alright
Welcome to deliverance of all time.
By Michael Liguori and Robert Liguori
Dagwood Bumstead
Probably has been in the company of broccoli
We know that he and Blondie like to Eat
Tarzan most likely has been in the company of broccoli
Especially in the Jungle, everything grows there
Batman and Robin eat on the down low, they have probably seen a little cold broccoli when fighting Mr. Freeze
the cast of Archie Bunker often eats on the show
Do they love broccoli?
I do not know
Ask Meathead when you see him
I want to know who reading this adores broccoli
You can eat broccoli, so many different ways,
Broccoli likes to float in cheddar cheese soup it seems
Has anyone ever put barbecue sauce on broccoli?
How about deep fried breaded broccoli
Then dipping it in a bowl of barbecue sauce
Wouldn’t that be fantastic?
And so healthy!
I have on occasion eaten barbecue ribs
Made for me by the local Asian market place
Delicious
Is a barbecue rib the same thing as breaded deep fried broccoli covered in barbecue sauce?
No, I don’t think so
Because I just invented breaded, deep-fried, barbecue broccoli
Wow, doesn’t that read as deliciousness !?!
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It's Saturday morning and still dark as night
My pursuit continues in the pale moonlight
I’ve baited my hook and I’ve cast just right
I eagerly await in the glow of dawn's light
I've been noticed by a few but not seen by all
A few ducks arrive, giving their migratory call
A sneaky little muskrat comes swimming right in
He's stealthy and quiet, then erupts a loud din.
Silence was broken when geese honk in shout
I hear a feisty crane, chasing seagulls all about
The sun has risen to announce the start of day
Still no bites on my hook, not even a nibble to play
I'll bait it once more. He wiggles as I throw him in
Will they bite on a worm or do I need a lure that spins
Whatever the outcome, there's a conclusion I reached
I’ll rig up one last time, using a squirmy black leach
[Verse 1]
I’ve seen you sitting there, you've been here before,
Always leave me wanting, restless for more.
But never quite like this—lamp glow on your face,
You must be from Heaven, not of this place.
[Pre-Chorus]
I come here to write, to chase down the muse,
But now all my words are getting lost in you.
[Chorus]
Lines in the moonlight, dancing on your skin,
Pulling me closer, don’t know where you end or I begin.
You smile like a secret, a spark I can't define,
I thought I came to write—
But darling, you just rewrote mine.
[Verse 2]
You asked if I’d share, said “let’s trade a few dreams,”
Your voice soft as verses in unwritten themes.
You opened your journal, I leaned in slow,
Two souls tracing stories the stars used to know.
[Pre-Chorus]
The night wrapped around us, so quiet, so still,
I reached for your hand, and time stood still.
[Chorus]
Lines in the moonlight, dancing on your skin,
Pulling me closer, don’t know where you end or I begin.
You smile like a secret, a spark I can't define,
I thought I came to write—
But darling, you just rewrote mine.
[Bridge]
Every heartbeat echoes, like a whispered song,
In this moment with you, I finally belong.
With every word you share, you paint a new scene,
Life feels like a canvas, vibrant and serene.
[Chorus]
Lines in the moonlight, dancing on your skin,
Pulling me closer, don’t know where you end or I begin.
You smile like a secret, a spark I can't define,
I thought I came to write—
But darling, you just rewrote mine.
[Outro]
So let’s fill the pages till the sun starts to rise,
With stories and laughter, just you and I.
In the glow of that lamp, I found more than a muse,
You’re the song in my heart, a love I won’t lose.