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Sans fear and desire, we are free
Unfettered, unbound and carefree
Save God's grace, what's there to aspire
We are free, sans fear and desire
Earth life's a school, we're here to learn
With conscience as guide, let's discern
Embrace of love’s the only rule
We're here to learn, earth life's a school
To know the truth, discard belief
Give our weary soul some relief
Enter staid silence now forsooth
Discard belief to know the truth
God's light, soft white, aflame within
Cave of heart's open, go therein
Embark thus on a wingless flight
Aflame within, God's light, soft white
27-October-2022
Swap Quatrain
"i carry your heart with me( i carry it in my heart) i am never without it (anywhere I go you go..."
e.e. cummings
Unsurprisingly, she's the apple
of her parents' eyes. The depth
of their love for her as deep
as the deepest ocean.
She gets an unfettered amount
of attention from Mom and Dad;
smothered with hugs and kisses
morning, noon and night.
She gets almost all she wants, and
she's treated like the rarest of gems
For she's all they have and will...
ever have. She's a "miracle baby"
Writing Challenge, November - Some Kind Of Love - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart - Wishiikobe Ode
Date written and submitted: 11/13/2019
So reader
Amaze me
With your interpretations of my soul
Those bleak enough to peel the onion dry
And gawk astonished at the
French-fried layers tasty and rubbed
With mesquite anger and lament
What worth do I carry
For your own contemplations
Pressed against my tapestry
Do you see as I
Do I see at all
Does the world pass by
As we engage in musings
I carve from unfettered whims
And marinated gatherings
I only wish that value
Which I string along with
Licorice and toothpaste
Clog the sweet stick parts you ignore
Infuse your ability to wage
A safe night through the course sublime
That course being me
And the end game filled with
Winner's bounty
Fit for a twisted yet enthusiastic brethren.
(10/26/07)
An autumn pallet of colors so bright
Makes my heart sing with delight
When the weather gets cooler,
And the nights are so much darker
I dream of sitting with you by the fire
Crisp is the fall air that carries the scents
The perfume of summer long since spent
When the weather was much warmer
And the days were so much longer
I dream of you sitting with me by the fire
Gray days, cold and bundled in warm sweaters
Cheeks and hair kissed by the wind unfettered
Promise of holidays, families together
And the days will be so much more festive
I dream of holding you close by the fire
Apples and spices and tastes rich with the fall
Promise of snow and ice underlying it all
Then the nights will be bitter and cold
And the last of the year will turn sullen and old
But I dream of the warmth of your body by the fire
Leaves bright, and painted and beautiful decorating the trees
Gladdens the heart, opens the senses, emotions it frees
Each morning it dawns clean and exciting
And the autumn of the year becomes more enticing
As I dream of your eyes reflecting the light of the fire
You are to me, a beautiful gift, reminding me of what I gained
Mostly the good, the wonderful and sometimes of the pain
When I first met you, on the path of my life
And the journey we take, together tonight
As you feel my heart beat to the heat of the fire
An artist’s pallet can not capture the autumn colors
Of the changing seasons or the harvest moon’s pallor
The nights will be cold and the days much shorter
And I look forward to spring days on the horizon
As we hold each other’s souls in the flames of the fire.
In the green garden there's a young lady
She runs her slender fingers across the fresh lilies'
The suns soft light licking tenderly at her alabaster skin
Her flower dress flowing down her figure like the regal wings of a forest fairy
And her eyes sparkle with unfettered thought, the colour of faraway seas
Her bright blonde hair falls freely to her shoulders as she watches
the suns homeward stroll begin
In the green garden, there's a fair woman
Her delicate fingers grasp a bible, a golden ring glinting from the suns glare
The drawstrings of her apron dangle against her wicker chairs
Waves of fertile purple lavender flirt with flanks of crimson petunias, glistening in the sun
Written words swim in the waves of her blue eyes, absorbed with educated care
The sun dreamily dips and disappears, heralding the days end
In the green garden there's an old widow
She watches the naked tree branches shift and shiver in the moons glow
Her slightly shaking hands hold tight to her chest an embroidered pillow
Beside her, a small girl absentmindedly plays with the fresh, frosted moss below
Poking out from her thick woollen jacket, the frills of her flower dress are speckled with mud, as the wind blows
Through her flowing blonde hair, her eyes the colour of waters yet unknown
Amazing what difference
riel (real) money (not Fake)
in the Citizens Bank checking account
(thank you social security disability -
monthly dollop transient
peaceful easy feeling doth make),
I savor bliss courtesy
cache buffer affords,
cuz psyche temporarily
ceases to quake
analogous with cerebral
colliding tectonic plates
invariably colliding crashing
racket noggin make
kith to unbearable, intolerable,
execrable, abominable ache
I ardently welcome Ragnarok,
(final destruction of the world -
conflict between the Aesir and
powers of Hel led by Loki —
called also Twilight
of the Gods).
As ye correctly
surmise and conclude
lack of legal tender
(think unpaid bills)
finds yours truly
agonizingly to brood
fearing absolute, when
zero moolah triggers
potential impending homelessness
of one garden variety generic
gluten free, NON
GMO poetic dude,
and the misses,
which I cannot exclude
(yoked for life,
though she does prepare
exquisitely scrumptious food
for myself and boyz
zen (Barry) in the hood
to save face going
incognito donning lewd
wig trumpetting van
nitty, while Beethoven
rolls over in no playful mood
Nadia even aroused by nude
lady, yea possibly
demeanor logically misconstrued,
cuz yours truly haint prude
nor sex addicted fiend,
oh by the way please excuse rude
or inapropro material (see
previous poem Irrelevant boyhood
arcane flotsam and jetsam...) trued
toward tipping point quasi crude,
especially... nah to embarrassed
best for reading between lines viewed
courtesy regular unleaded followers.
Words to the wise
advantageous to relish
(don't forget) condom
mint and exercise
unfettered joie de vivre
as priceless prize
letting giddiness rise
within corporeal essence
exuding worry free guise.
The last snow of winter
blown by the wind
bares the gray
of branches to the sun
pregnant with buds.
Is it spring?
Testing spring
torpid from the winter
sleepy tiny buds
hesitant of the wind
search for the sun
between stalks of gray
A flash of red among the gray
a robin singing spring
drinking the sun
snow melt of winter
unfettered by the wind
shaking the buds
Softens around the buds
warmed by the sun
the frozen clay of winter
helped by the gray
showering clouds of spring
and milder wind
With gentler wind
and warming sun
the colors of spring
unfold in the opening buds
after the long gray
days of winter
Good-bye winter winds
Gray days without sun
Hello new buds of festive spring
There's much to be said about the value
Of a person we choose to remember.
They touch our lives in many ways,
Be it stranger, friend or family member.
My Grandad is such a man.
Though he passed a year ago.
He epitomised "one of a kind"
Needless to say, I miss him so.
Grandads heart would bleed for those
Who were facing stressful events.
He would look for ways to cheer them up
With cards, quips and presents.
His determination knew no bounds
Unfettered by disability.
To deny pain permission to stand in his way
Was his super capability!
He often said "You can convince
Yourself that you are ill.
But much of it can be overcome."
It was by his viking spirited will.
He lived on thirty six years more
Than predicted by medical staff.
His cardiologist called him the "alpha male"
And this memory often made him laugh.
His practicality was second to none.
He could make any advance.
He made toys for children, a porch for the house
Boxes and trellises for the plants.
He transformed the garden in to
A floral paradise and peaceful place.
Seeing the creatures enjoy and explore it
Lifted his spirits and lit up his face.
In the cold dark depths of winter
To lift and warm our soul
He'd spend hours at a time in the kitchen
Preparing his special casserole.
Everything he gave to others
Stemmed from empathy and love.
He put in more consideration
Than the average person would think of.
It was my honour and my privilege
To be there with him to the end.
A precious treasure locked in my heart.
My Grandfather. My Friend.
Don’t censor me and let me write at will
The longings of my heart these pages fill
You fathom not what lies within my heart
So don’t contrive a way to ban my art
Unfettered let my fingers pound these keys
My passion and my strength these rhymes appease
I live to conquer fears that vex my soul
The broken parts life stole, these lines make whole
Those fantasies that lie within my breast
All naked now they lie in words undressed
I feel the freedom born of words set free
You cannot bind or drown the truth in me
The more you try to take away my choice
The more it speaks through poetry: my voice!
Eileen Manassian
A Modified Repost
Our little family was together
.......for now
Daddy was asleep on the couch
and I was here sharing your bed
in your little student flat
tomorrow our togetherness would unravel
We'd be forced to travel
leaving you behind
in this enchanting Hungarian city
to make your dream come true
you'd be a physiotherapy guru
one day
As I struggled with the heaviness in my heart,
a heaviness I knew
you would come to know
when the fullness of motherhood you'd show,
you turned to me and gurgled a laugh
the unfettered kind
that only comes in dreamland
I gazed at your face in wonder
then it came to me again
another girlish giggle
and just as quickly...it was gone
for your dream carried you
and I was left holding on
desperately wanting this moment to last
I let out a sigh
Looking out of your window
up at the Hungarian sky
my eyes focused on a star
as my heart breathed a wish
that your laugh would come as readily
in your wakeful hours
as it did in your dream
that you'd always be cognizant
how blessed you are
My life, my star
I closed my eyes
as I felt the burden slowly shift from my heart
though separation would come in the morning
nothing could steal the memory of that sound
that magical dulcet chime
of my daughter in her prime
blooming with love
for her true mother...
LIFE!
Yes, my sleeping angel
though goodbyes will be said
I know that everything...
Yes, everything
will be alright
for I heard you laugh
in your dreams tonight
Eileen Manassian Ghali