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His first love
No, it was not a dream there was a war going on
of which he understood little only that the German soldiers
that was camped nearby gave him chocolate.
He had met a little girl and was in love they sat under
a wooden bridge, the water trickled when he asked her to marry him.
She said no and he bit her arm.
She cried and ran home to her mother.
He was told not to be so aggressive, the little girl´s new boyfriend
was a farm boy his contempt was absolute.
The war was coming to an end the German army surrendered and was marched to the railway station, he waved they had been
good friends, was told not to he waved anyway his streak of protest.
Enemy and friend, it is difficult to know when you are four years old.
What do you get for the Man,
That's parlayed a yacht or two?
He's flashing the perfect tan,
Wearing diamond studded shoes!
The women he dates are fakes,
But, still have some style and grace.
They'll do whatever it takes,
Like pancake or peel their face!
Got a mansion in the West,
And a mansion in the East.
Dining only on the best,
On the rest he plans to feast!
Well, you know he loves to boast,
Those new "Tatts" on his body.
But, which one he loves the most,
His Porsche or Maserati?
At the gym he does the plank,
At Casinos loves to bet.
If he ever breaks the bank,
He'll just buy another jet!
Doodled oodles of Poodles,
But, he's tired and he's bored!
Might think our noodle's doodled,
Here's a doodle not explored!
Commodity Clones, DePaul,
We're willing and we're able.
If your heart should ever stall,
Put a new one on the table!
If your liver has been pickled,
By the finest wines in France.
And vintage only trickled,
Put a new one in your pants!
So, you harbor a "wee" crush,
On first or second cousin.
No need for you to blush,
We'll clone her by the dozen!
Now, back home from the "Island,"
Yum! The sushi was sublime.
The maids, they left you smilin',
By takin' two at a time!
A doobie soon relaxes,
Your accountant's at the door.
But, what the Hell are "Taxes?"
Never heard of them before!
Yep, there's one name you can "Trust,"
DePaul's Commodity Clones!
We might rifle thru your dust,
Hell, might even clone your Bones!
Broken hearts lie in your wake
From the conquests that you make
From the promises you fake
Broken hearts lie in your wake
Broken love lies at your feet
You entice with tasty treat
Make impossible retreat
Broken love lies at your feet
Broken needs lie at your door
Faces of those wanting more
Those who thought love was in store
Broken needs lie at your door
Broken dreams lie in your hand
Your love trickled through like sand
Every wish seemed noble, grand
Broken dreams lie in your hand
Forgiveness anoints your head
For parts of you that lie dead
For your twisted heart has bled
Forgiveness anoints your head
Eileen Manassian Ghali
On the wind,a bell
Muffled from across the square
Raindrops fill the air
on the lawn
as summer draws to its close
lily petals timeworn
kissing-gate swinging-
eternally hitched to you
my heartfelt love
shadows in the sky-
fluttering across my eye
a brown butterfly
the country stile
hedged the wild flower meadow
where I sit awhile
he dusted the album-
a memory of love
trickled down his cheek
out of the blue
the honey bee
sings with delight
nearby in sunshine
a blackberry blossoms
winter's summer pudding
in the silence
my thoughts plod the path
of yesteryear
In my old calendar
her yesterdays-
in tears I reminesce
waters of Spring
in the paddy field-
green shoots in my heart
BRONZE WINNER POEM
Allpoetry Contest
July 26
_______________________
for a decade I journeyed as a stray
kept at bay — raggedy, scrappy, unhappy
across hills, through forests, city alleys
eating bits from bins, hurting my shins
no friends ventured near, other felines feared
oozing ridicule at my spaceless situation
it seemed hopeless, though a graduation
I felt in my bones —-
cute kids that crossed my catty path
looked askance or laughed raucous
my coat was flea-ridden, I could not
scratch or lick, tongue too dry, sob sigh
then cold black night I upwards gazed
at sky’s Lyrans flickering haze
saw there cousin jaguar’s light bright
beaming keen sheen across golf fairway
green
followed it with last bit of heart strength
surely that country club is beckoning hence
perhaps some human mind divine sits at a
fire like my past-life home, when seventh
life was lost in an unremembered toss
arrived at glass sliding door dead beat
patter-pitter smelt fish broth hot in golf
lounge besot — tobacco smoke, leather
slowly holy sneaked in to peep from under
their luxury jeeps, their chatter seeped
then a frequency stabbed core, piercing dart
my kundalini gave a fart —- juices trickled
down throat as master’s voice tickled !
he who lost cat at picnic spot mauve mystic
moons ago, caressed now golf clubs stylistic
like shields, wielding realistic
memory came flooding back, hacking armour
sack, until amorous I felt again sane charmer
it started to rain when he saw forlorn paws
did not recognise my jagged haggard flaws
under empty belly he hooked golf arms
marched to kitchen, a strategy warrior
commandeered cook for lukewarm saucer
I drank and drank until eyes transparent
felt panther genes unlock invincible
convinced here I was to rest my head
at golf field’s masculine sanctuary stead
listening to his heavenly chit-chat spread
live among good clubs waiting patient
for recognition that I was the one nascent
as I heal peeling layers of wandering
connection again, rebirthing commencing
last of my nine —- I will shine !
I have had good counsel from a wonderful therapist.
I had to be suicidal to get on her list.
I waited over a year to see her.
Only managed then because I became suicidal again.
At the start I said "Sure, I've nothing to say."
She nodded wisely, then led the way.
'Till shortly I was effusing about the pain I was withholding.
The poetry was flowing.
We were dancing and stomping.
The words were pouring.
The one thing she could not get me to do,
was express the anger I still have towards you.
Suggested wringing a cloth, or banging a pillow.
Shouting the hurts I suffered while with you.
But I'm not concerned as I've found a weapon.
It is of course Poetrysoup heaven.
Already it has trickled through to the pen.
What a poor example you are among men.
For now it's my counselor I wish to thank.
She has led me gently back from the brink...
of the abyss I was staring into.
From being meek as a lamb, sexless....voiceless.
I'm an emotional lioness, no longer joyless.
I've made her a book of my wee poems.
She thinks I should publish, as if I'm a pro.
Sure, I'm too modest for that...
Or am I?
11/14/2015
STARING INTO THE ABYSS
Edward Ibeh's contest.
Keeping rabbits
After the German army surrendered, life was tough
the army had employed many to do road work and
repairing bridges, the allies had bombed.
With freedom of movement to roam in the night
followed theft of food items like the man who
stormed into a bakery waving a rusty Mauser gun
stealing bread; the coal depot needed security
guards as did the sausage producer.
The police force was reduced, and many officers had been
fired since they had been Nazi sympathizers during
the war of occupation; mind, many trickled back
in uniform when trespasses were overlooked.
Of serious crimes, there was one who assaulted women
going home late, knocking them down and stealing
underwear, which back then was a bombastic affair
yet an intimate garment; the newspaper reporting
the case wrote, ladies' items had been stolen
In our time of need, my mother’s brother gave her
two white rabbits, the rabbits soon became many
sweet bunnies, and before we knew the flat was full.
A lady, from the posh part of town, bought the rabbits
her action had not been charitable, she was later
seen wearing a white fur coat.
An empty trace – part 8
The shaman held the vial near
it trickled slow into the glass
A shimmering this welcomed tear
as precious moments came to pass
He shook it slow with tempered stroke,
the gem, his staff, once more did glare
Again the incantation spoke,
an emerald glow was everywhere
“Return this beauty to her form
of daisy rush and willow feel
To cleanse the soul of poisoned storm
and sorrows cast as to reveal”
The sun now but an empty trace,
a fainter amber light is found
As nightfall rushes to the place
above horizon’s silent ground
Another drop, his fingertips,
then quickly to her mouth did lean
To place upon the tender lips
of this, the kingdom’s precious queen
He feared this might have come too late
as others in the room agreed
Yet not with words, but quiet wait
their silence floats on hoped for deed
This staff, its light begins to dim,
the healer breathes in heavy sighs
“I fear, I fear, we have lost him,
indeed our king this hour dies”
When then a flickered lash does flow,
another comes as if to thrive
As now her eyes they open slow,
once more, their queen has come alive
In reference to
the gathered he stressed
the word we several times
it allowed those
who were uneasy about
what they believed
and had believed
there uncertainty would explain
the condition to had been
the normal it was widely believed
that he had been a figure
a person who's image was
scripted might those
who saw person's like him
to a celebrity. His performance was a
speech with question
and answer segments
fragmented into four parts
I heard hhis voice his delivery style
and the push and product
I found him safe, concerning and appealing
The product were he pushed the
"We Movement" having us all committed to
the product and product line. This found me
miserable as I had to believe my lack
of knowledge would arise. And I'd be trapped
with doing someone else's work to the best
of my limited ability and would be used
as an example to be exiled and fired.
Those new tech terms had been used by
those in positions
and they never trickled down to the workers.
Hard work make worker tired, there fatigue is
then complicated by frustration such then is
where the need to advance is often seen only
by you. Others wonder why
you refuse to remain where you are
but they refuse to say that your struggle
in content and lacks
hierarchical positionings. Doig all the hard
work and getting know thing from it.
I stayed and agreed to
that whatever. And looked the man in his face as he was
the greatest person who ever walked the earth.
bisbigliando or poly rythm. It gives to much room
for something to go wrong. It allows those in opposition to
stress there will not there concern!
Meadow of Evermore Rise,
Verdant greens of envy neath the skies,
Emerald breathes swirl wayward bound,
The scene repeats the olivine surround,
Spray of jade gladiolas emerges for eyes.
The cool rocky fence tinged moss lies,
Gathered sage on display, tossed flies,
Observed fronds of ferns, all around,
Meadow of Evermore Rise,
The mints swim freely, breeze back tries,
A row of pines stands proud, trophy prize,
Laurel newborns crawl the hilly ground,
Chartreuse treats, all roaring to be found,
Harlequin limes anoint, trickled tea ties,
Meadow of Evermore Rise.
2019 September 24
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