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Up and down I quickly scroll
In search of the poet’s name
So desperate to feed my soul
And my anxious thoughts to tame
I scan with my longing eyes
This heart igniting to flame
I wonder where it could be?
The halo around that name
I breathe a sigh of relief
There it is, glorious sight
The name that is sure to bring
Dreams vibrant into my night
I click with growing ardor
Read and savor every line
Each thought entwined with magic
Transports me to the sublime
I sigh with deep contentment
Nourished by all he has shared
Dressed with the robe of his words
A gift of the soul he bared
Refreshed, I rise from my bed
A brilliant start to my day
In this little heart a wish
That his name is here to stay
Eileen Manassian Ghali
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When instinct becomes
an educated guess
And improvisation
demands quick redress
Like thinking on one’s feet
if too drunk to stand
Be found all at sea
throwing up on dry land
Twisted situations
we find ourselves in
When bundles of joy
reek original sin
Smack on the butt
for showing a bit of cheek
Do everything perfect
be labelled a freak
Gestures, signals,
often appear to confuse
High five, fist bump
a sweaty handshake defused
One or two fingers:
the bird a sign of peace
Kneel with respect
submissive purr on a leash
Diversions, promises,
never black and white
Passive aggression
silent treatment for slight
Jack in the box, ripper
jumps out with a knife
Break a leg, for the
performance of his life
Police warning: never
mess around with guns
Gut reaction sparks a
stampede, or the runs
Playing it very cool,
whilst feeling much heat
Praying devoutly,
burnt at stake for deceit
Sticking out one’s tongue
in contempt, no a kiss!
Sigh of relief
they were just taking the piss
Such is living, such is death
come friend or foe
On second thoughts
syllabic verse, or sh!tshow
By David Kavanagh
hms
Why must you mutter?
Well, why do YOU huff?
Seems we’ve reached a standoff,
Enough is enough!
For thirty odd years
When I enter the room,
I hear all the rumblings
A prophet of gloom!
And for ME, all these years
I hear unhappy sighs
As if you’ve been wounded
Or the sun will not rise
Are you so unhappy?
Do I cause YOU grief?
Is that what you think?
Guess that is MY belief
The mutter you hear is a prayer
How could you be so wrong?
I’m thanking the powers that be,
Without you I can’t get along
Funny, the huff that
you’re hearing, my dear
is a sigh of relief
Knowing you are still here!
May WE mutter and huff
till our dying days
Or, may we BILL and COO,
Please let me rephrase!
Will you meet me on the bend of a breeze
Will you meet me whenever I am at unease
Will you meet me at the edge of the coastline
Will you meet me on the waves of my mind
Will you meet me at the swell of those clouds
Will you meet me at the corner of your
conscience
Will you meet me when the rain turns me blind
Will you meet me at the bottom of the ocean
Will you meet me when I show you a sign
Will you meet me amongst the fallen leaves
Will you meet me at the sigh of relief
Will you meet me in the whispers of the wind
Will you meet me on the swirl of my tongue
Will you meet me among the stars
Will you meet me anywhere everywhere
Tell me, will I meet you here or there!
17.2.2022
Hurdling, bending, twisting about
Contemplating, stressing, feeling without
High as a kite then down in the dumps
Cat has my tongue, my throat filled with lumps
Floods of people. Why do they watch
Must act "normal" and perform top notch
Tinted windows for my car, deadbolts for my door
Alone once again just like before
A sigh of relief, beneath my covers
The ghost of inadequence, relentlessly hovers
A heavy black cloud, fixed over my head
Exposing guilt, multiplying my dread
I hide beneath a blanket of words, painting a picture on my veil
Transforming my insecurities, adorning my hell
My peers, in the dark, I have become my disguise
A gentle heart can read, it speaks clearly through my eyes
This breed is rare, no doubt, the minority
With a loving tongue, they call me out. I give them the authority
Sadly these souls are also tormented. How ironic
We connect on a new level, sweetly demonic
Fighting demons together, keeping faith in the good Lord
Armed with our similarities, communion, our sword
I was in matric, class of seventy nine
With so much to do, I was losing my mind
The year before, my baby brother came
Since then, life was never the same
Thrilled and excited to have him around
We watched him for hours crawling on the ground
Babysitting was an extra chore
Cooking , cleaning and so much more
My parents worked hard to make ends meet
When home, at least they could put up their feet
Studying began some time after ten
When everyone settled, I scribbled with my pen
I could not wait for the year to end
To get a job and lots of money to spend
I went to the shop with only one aim
To buy a newspaper to look for my name
Frantically paging, I searched for a while
A sigh of relief, a chuckle, a smile.
Sunrise doesn’t wait for me
No alarms alert me
Outbound flights from Logan
Rumble in a rush to leave
I mumble as we are
In the travelers flight path
Old, taped, and formed
My slippers await
I do my Tim Conway shuffle
To the loo
Breathe a sigh of relief
Order from the Keurig barista
Not much changes
The old couch
Etched with my imprint
An amber tinged coffee cup
With a “PAPA” logo sits
On a “permanent” foldable table
I shall wait for sunset
Disappear within its shadowy exit
Wander its fading trails of memory
Close my eyes and wait
…For my morning flight
I wake up at 5:30 most mornings
Before the sun has a chance to rise
Head for the bathroom as fast as I can
To get rid of yesterday's Mai Tai
I let out a great big sigh of relief
As I wipe the gunk from my peepers
Stand in front of a full length mirror
Like Tarzan, in my trap door sleepers
I sure am ruggedly handsome, methinks
Could even grace the cover of GQ
That's if they publish a special edition
For overweight, balding yahoos
Maybe I'm being too hard on myself
I've still got a surprise up my sleeve
Like running a mile in two hours flat
Great feat for old guys to achieve
Here's the crux of the matter my friends
It's something I sadly must share
Try all your life to take care of yourself
You'll still wind up old with no hair
We stood on this side of the fence
Two boys just biding our time
There was a job that had to be done
That job lay on the other side
I brought the pick ax and shovel
Bobby the tarp and the twine
We synchronized our watches
Both read a quarter past nine
With the fence now far behind us
We used the cloak of the night
To reach our destination
Behold, such a heavenly sight
So as not to wear ourselves out
We both shared in the work
While one kept steady watch
The other was shoveling dirt
Bobby was the first one to hear it
That glorious heart throbbing THUD
Both of us working the tarp
We rolled our jolly friend up
Wondering if we'd made a mistake
As sirens and flood lights filled the night
For regrets it's much to late
In our rear view the Memphis sky line
The moment we pulled into the drive
There was a great sigh of relief
A job that was well done
The King smiles from the back seat
Can anyone actually blame me
Or even call it a crime
When my Granny just wanted to see Elvis
One last time before she died
The Bigger Plan is Grander Than The Dream
Copyright March 30, 2024
By Lori Steindorf
I sat here, drowning in tears,
Many years ago,
Thinking my life was over.
Maybe you knew or perhaps you didn't
I tried not to let it show.
I distanced myself
After you lied your last lie
Caught in the act
There's no excuse for that
I closed myself off
To not giving you the satisfaction
Of how I would react.
As I sit here today in this very same place
I breathe a sigh of relief that we've stayed apart
I couldn't breathe without you - or so I thought
Your memory constantly toying with my thoughts
Thanks to his guidance, I've reclaimed my heart.
Today, I shed tears of joy
Because His unswerving love
Has permitted me to see
And witness my life as happy and carefree
The Bigger Plan Is Grander Than The Dream
Amazing how he's turned my life around
When knocked down, I dust myself off, and
Hop back on for a spin on life's merry go round.
When all I had to do was seek his truth
My life gets better each day
Since he has showed me his way
His plan by far surpasses my broken dream
Thank you, Father, His Son and the Holy Spirit
For never losing your grasp of me.