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let me make an argument for love you can’t refute
I want to win you
I want you to be convinced
I’m the best thing that there is
give heed to this, my argument of logos
for in that you will find peace
it makes sense
logical
I can satisfy your needs
a good arrangement
I know the empty spaces
of your heart
I will make you whole
completion is within reach
I am here
and what of ethos?
am I credible?
are you scared to trust in me?
afraid you will break
like before
By others who were untrue
stop keeping the score
I am not of the same hue
my color is faithfulness
I will never let you fall
ask anyone to testify of my honesty
ask now
believe
I am the real deal
rest in this my bed of honest devotion
trust me
in my eyes truth lives
I am credible
let my actions of the past now speak to you
dispelling your doubt
I am genuine
never fear
what can compare to pathos?
my all-encompassing love?
the oceans are impotent
the “mighty” waves weak
so unlike the mighty swells of my passion
that pound
that withdraw
only to come crashing down
stronger
Leaving you gasping for breath
pulling you under
again and again
tugging and churning
helpless in my liquid arms
the moon hides
unable to compete with my love for you
shamed by the brilliance
of my devotion
she gathers the stars
my love can illuminate
your way in the darkest night
even the sun is no match
to the fiery heat my passion ignites
wilder than an inferno
hot flares
Oh….so....H O T
it blazes with licking tongues of desire
able to melt your restraint
consuming
let it set you on fire
let it sear your heart
let me smell the scent of your burning body
in my unquenchable flame
I implore you to consider my great love
it is life
it goes beyond life
it is deep
it goes beyond depth
it goes beyond star embroidered veil of night
it goes beyond the horizon of today
tomorrow
and eternity
consider my love
the logos
ethos
and above it all, pathos
let them be my voice
open wide your heart to me
…today
don’t wait
surrender to me
s u r r e n d e r
to...M E
Eileen Manassian Ghali
"Surely the day is coming; it will burn like a furnace. All the arrogant
and every evil doer will be stubble, and that day that is coming will set
them on fire,' says the Lord Almighty. Not a root or branch will be left
to them ... and they will be ashes under the soles of your feet."
Malachi 4:1-3, Old Testament Prophet
dr stephen strange, was a egotistical doctor
till he hurt his hands
and seeking a cure he found the ancient one
to become sorcerer supreme
dr victor von doom, monarch
he wears an iron mask to hide his evil scarred face
arrogant, superior, he has no mercy
he is very powerful
doom's mother was killed
in a bargain gone wrong with the mephisto
aged genghis, a powerful wizard calls a meeting
for all sorcerers
there is
a wild battle that leaves only strange and doom
strange in the end is winner
but the runner up doom is granted a gift
he wants to free is mother
with dr strange's help
but, doom plans
to exchange strange's soul for his mothers soul
entering hell they battle the hellfire demons
satan is angry
he sets black ravens and sandstorms to stop them
and they get separated
they wander in hell searching
till doom meets up with satan and makes a deal
to free his mother's soul he will exchange strange's soul
his mother is disgusted
in a battle with satan the doctors win
cynthia is then freed and goes to heaven
strange and doom return to earth
was it a triumph
dr doom had an evil plan
in the name of love
well, he got what he wanted
and that was to at last free his mother's soul
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March 09, 2023
Poetry/Suzette Prime/Doctor Strange and Doctor Doom Go To Hell
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1530-378-09
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Suzette Prime is a form created by Suzette Richards of PS
Written for the Premiere contest, Hell
sponsor, Robert James Liguori, Judged 03/10/2023
First Place
#The_void
You don't know how I feel right now, you might as well take the gun and start shooting at me, tip toeing, tale chasing ain't my thing, I'm just in void, I stuck in this absence, your absence from me
everything around me reminds me of you, everything I touch, I look at, I just see you here and there, your presence is everywhere and in everything I do and say, found myself calling your name and realised you are not here to answer, but this void
Pinch me and tell me this ain't a dream, a nightmare I say, found myself back chatting, scolding myself for being here when you are that away from here, say I'm losing my mind, If not myself in this void
Please get here before I lose what I can't afford to lose , maybe you will find a shell of me, dried up and hopeless to resuscitate, nothing left of me, to find
My crime was, falling, falling with my whole and now I'm losing a piece of me daily, with every day you are not here by my side, get back here before this void grows gigantic and becomes impossible to contain further
I need you here, right now, to pull me out of my longing, thought I could sustain my endurance of waiting but it seems I'm cheating myself coz I'm literally, if not constantly and blatantly failing
Rescue me from myself, for you made me realize my deepest fear, fact that I can't live without you, this void keeps taking and taking away from me, If not me holistically, my courage my firmness and quickly swifting off from fingers, the person I thought I was
Maybe I'm becoming weak, my deepest fear, you being my weakness, rush here before I lose my worst, the ability to stand my ground, this void is taking a toll on me, please fill this void
#Poetic_ink
through the key-hole surgery of my delicate heart
you have reached into the inner sanctum of my soul
in Plato’s cave where I have locked away my demons
betrayed by worm casts of secretive earthworms
cold and unyielding
queen conch shell lips suited for bathroom decoration
relentlessly searching out my responses
fevered brow only registers your fragrance
reminiscent of a gallery of stalactites and stalagmites
which alternately drip and collect in a sterile environment
deep in the bowls of the earth
striving to rival the statue of Shapur I
where enlightenment and conscience never reach
you’re only to be admired by a mere lucky few
it is just a happenstance that I was not the first
to succumb to wiles
my heart now keeps pace
with a deceit of lapwings
slowly stirring the air around their ground roost—
drawing fire away from it
I willingly prostrate myself on rocks you command
resigned to my fate to be used in lapidary
and turned into an objectified status symbol
surrender is ultimately more satisfying
and infinitely sweeter
INSPIRED BY THE METAPHORICAL REALISM ART OF VLADIMIR KUSH
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POET'S NOTES
A group of lapwings is called a "deceit". ~Wikipedia
As with other artistic movements that shaped poetry throughout the ages, METAPHORICAL REALISM will influence poetry. My Suzette Prime, which requires a philosophical statement, might be the ideal vehicle to address this genre, ie the argument as to what constitutes reality?
The term ‘metaphorical realism’ appropriately suggests both the undermining of literal realism and the elevation of metaphor.
Hymns of salvation
That my own body
is my greatest enemy
was unknown to me.
Deluded,
O Lord, I was reveling in its pleasures.
The ones that
do not listen to Your tales,
never speak the truth and won’t feed the starving,
worry not about what is right and what’s not,
would not obey the Guru,
do not remember Your name;
O God, why should anyone care if such folks
are alive or dead.
O God, fed up we all are
kinsfolk with weeping ,
relatives with cremating ,
moms with giving birth ,
I with getting born.
20/Nov/12
Form: “Suzette Prime” with the syllable count, per line, of 2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13 etc , all Prime numbers.
For: Su Crous’ Prime numbers and Philosophy contest.
By: S.Jagathsimhan Nair.
* The philosophy of the poem is borrowed from the hymns ( in Tamil) sung by one of our( Indian) saints named” PATTINATHAR”, revered for his words of wisdom and deeds of miracles. The reference in the 3rd stanza is to the innumerable incarnations each soul has to go through, age after age, till it gets freed from the cycle of births and deaths on attainment of salvation. Here he is praying to God for his own salvation : ” In this never ending cycle of births and deaths ; times without number, have my close relations wept for me whenever I died, my near ones cremated me as many times; times without number, mothers gave birth to me and times without number I was born into this world. We are all totally fed up, going through this process repeating itself again and again. O God, deliver me once and for all from this terrible fate”.
Stanzas 1 and 2 are self-explanatory.
For SKAT's contest on 15 Jun 13
Time is flying by
and nothing changes
Everything is just the same
As if it all happened yesterday
Everyday I wake up and I say
“Today is a new day,
And I shall live without you…
That is the new beginning of the end”
But as morning time goes by,
With every breath I take
Deep inside me, there is even minor hope
That I can never replace
And that is the hope
Of getting back in between your arms
Because that is my home place..
Million tears I cried,
Most of which have dried ..
Thousand ways I tried,
Which all evolves what I internally hide
But I believe
Without even a try,
Everything was so clear and bright
I am tires of the thought of you
But I cannot live without them though
I am so confused..
You stepped back and left me in the middle of the road
You turned your back and threw it all behind
Leaving time to fold it all..
Yet till the moment, I am suffering
Till the moment, I am drowning
Till the moment, I am hanging on
But to what’!
Maybe to the one who I one day thought he was..
It is hard to replace a true feeling,
And heart beatings with someone’s name
With just couple of friends,
Or temporary moments and laughs
That you simply with them share..
But what about you..
The only non temporary thing in my life
The only constant inside..
But still…
How could you occupy such place
When you did not work hard for it?
How could you be there
When you are way far?
I do not understand
Is it me who doesn’t welcome
The idea of letting go
Or is it you my true soul mate
Who I should hand on to?
I do not know
I am just so confused
And I do really hate the idea
Of extremely missing you!
BURIED PAST EXHUMED
Today is a gift and always called present
Yesterday has passed and referred to as past
Nobody knows tomorrow and it’s always anonymous
My past was dead and long buried in the casket
All memories and remains six feet beneath the soil
I came in the present and lived in the present
I never knew the past, so I lived ignorant of its history
Not that I didn’t care to ask but what will I ask?
Something is wrong in the present that dates back to the past
This wrongful thing is connected to the future.
Today is the present and the present is a bad gift
The problems got too enormous; I capsized in it amidst storms
The wreck was too bad a worst; I got lost in it
Deep down the ocean of confusion; I lay amidst sharks
To the everyday of everyday; I strived to always survive to strive
There is always hope, and I hoped for a better tomorrow
While still hoping deep in the sea; sharks made my heart their abode
Continually attacking me and slowly draining my life away
To every solution I sought; no answer and no help
To the misery of the present; the worst awaits in future.
Death got our life on the edge
Every tight cliff too slippery to hold
Even in death; not all memories are dead
So far there is life, the truth always surfaces
At that unexpected moment, the truth got disvirgned
My dead past was exhumed with all the pains and sorrow
So wretched was the remains it drew blood amidst painful tears
At that moment, the symbols of the present had its meaning
It pains I knew now but it’s good to know how to tackle the present
Exhumed is exhumed; bury the remains again; the memories lives on...........
…Lordvip…
like a grumpy ogre the twisted old tree stood guard
notched scraggy boughs reached out in fierce surety
naught had ever compromised its task
in its dutiable charge
the primeval stone held fast the blade
proud and righteous Caliburn
its hilt pointed to the stars
the enchanted issue of Merlin's resolve
and steadfast keeper of the kingdom
thankless was the old tree's post
none would e'er recall its name
no eye would shed a salty drip to its end
nay an honored oath spoken to its passing
still it stood
through the countless sad losses
when the Wee Ones would die in autumn
such beautiful quiet deaths
falling in color to the forest carpet
one soft exquisite flight to their end
each one by itself
each one dear to the old tree
still it stood fearless and proud
for it alone would be the first to witness
it alone would hear the whisper of the wind
when it breathed the name of the new king
when it heralded the name of freedom to the world
when The One slipped the blade from its surly bonds
and the ancient stone split in righteous temper
knife and knight
blade and banneret
Caliburn and king!
like a grumpy ogre the twisted old tree
stood guard
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Unsheathe Your Sword" Poetry Contest
John Lawless, Judge & Sponsor.
* This poem is written in "Suzette Prime", (created by a PS member), which consists of lines of prime number syllable counts ONLY, no punctuation or capitalizations, and only of topics which lend themselves to a philosophical statement. *
You cower at my rebel yell
Envisioning hot flames of hell
I’ll cast on you a wicked spell
Before your plea for life I quell
My rebel yell, hot flames of hell
You tremble at my vicious might
As you are plunged into the night
Hope's angel now robbed from your sight
With none to save you from your plight
Into the night, robbed from your sight
Your faithlessness my heart did break
Your torture kept me nights awake
And now revenge will make you quake
I pierce your heart with jagged stake
With jagged stake, my heart did break
Eileen Manassian Ghali
PS....I'm LONGING to come up with a new form that would bear my name! That would be the ultimate poetic ecstasy for me. I'm so impressed with the Swap Quatrain, Suzette Prime, Questionku, Constanza....Some by people that I actually KNOW. It's such a thrill!
Anyway....here is something that I tried today. Tell me what you think. It is a poem made up of three stanzas. They are quatrain's but have a fifth line added. The fifth line of the first stanza takes the ending of the first two lines and combines them....the fifth line of the second stanza the endings of lines 2 and 3...and the last line of the last stanza has the ending lines of the fourth line, and the goes back to the ending of the first line. The object is to come full circle and reverse the events in the quatrain. In this case...I'm seeking revenge, and then the last line makes it plain that I'm the true sufferer. It must use a rhyme scheme. Please leave comments on what you think of this....It's pretty basic and elementary....but....It's MINE! ;)
Form:
FATE LEADS THE WILLING
when my life
my very wellbeing
depends on the actions of those around me
it’s a trial to my innate sensibilities to bring my side
if my destiny is to live my final years in isolation
cut off from the interaction with others
it shouldn’t be any hardship
as I can employ this time to the enrichment of my scant knowledge
to learn to do without material trappings of this capitalist world
admit that we are guided by the rules of nature
and I must accept all things are beyond one’s own personal power
every day
every hour
every minute of my day
is another chance for a different path
there are very few things that we can control
also those who resist the pull of Fate will feel hamstrung by events that alter
their life plans
an individual who accepts the things that occur in life that are beyond his
control
can lead a happy life by controlling negative emotions and passions
et du volentem fata nolentem trahunt*
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*both Fate leads the willing and drags the unwilling
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POET'S NOTE: The prepenultemate and penultimate lines (both 23 syllables per line - the top of the range as far as breathing is concerned) overrun the line space, hence the indentations.
All lines were checked via Howmanysyllables.com