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Written: July 14, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Daniel Henry Rodgers
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I've locked this dark, borrowed shore, Flee this acid-clogged floor.
I guard the vault of my pain, I'm the phantom at your pane.
Cold starlight marks a sharp track, Break from this blind void of black!
I smash the chalice of shame. Escape this specter of blame!
This pristine sanctum stands tall, Smite this driftwood into drawl.
Warped in a speedball slipstream, before this shape-shifting dream.
No liquid spirit shall steal. My eternal cosmic seal.
I steer through galaxies deep, wake from this deceptive sleep!
I smash the siren's black crown. Cast this madness to the drown!
I chart the comets of truth, Reclaim my stolen, raw youth!
The silver slivers weave fate. Rip the fabric of this hate!
A fearless breach clears the sky. Healing wrecked space could imply.
I break from all grips of woe, and leave the strap chains below,
I cast out the shroud of shame, to chase the comet's hot flame.
Trials spur my spirit higher, to chisel out my doused fire,
I weave my nerve through the night, the advent from darkness-light.
I carve paths the stars design, stride their fire on threads divine,
I rise to meet stars above, crown my path with graceful love.
The river Life is nothing but a glib tunnel,
Except for the dazzling water, it is just a disastrous canal.
Except for any untamed misery,
It would only be an adversary.
Except for an acute pied piper,
This river would be an unalike well-giver.
The fragile memories spring up in the corridor,
In which nobody can hope for the undisclosed Advisor.
It is just a storehouse of harassment,
The well-giver is just a warped embodiment.
To bid in the farewell is only a colossal audacity,
To sacrifice your psyche is nothing but a callous mendacity.
The perpetual night is the name of an idiot,
Nothing can last for an everlasting period,
Nobody can live long without their deeds,
In the end, I want to confront my haughty demeanour and its mistreatments.
This river is only a four-digit number,
It does not wait for any illusory diver.
It does not cost more than a voyage,
It is no more than a mirage.
Sometimes words can flay a heart’s tissues
Inflict wounds that last a lifetime
Sear the mind with painful recollections
And make you just want to die
But then again, inconsequential words
Meaningless chit chat
To appease the conscience of the one who speaks
That something’s been said at last
Are just as corrosive
Salt rubbed into open wounds
That aren’t acknowledged
They offend more than comfort
And would be better not said at all
Then there is the silence
Ah…the twisted warped suffocating silence
The silence of self-preservation
Bought at the price of someone’s sanity…life
A silence born out of the knowledge
That THIS will take an investment
Of emotions and time
And so nothing is said
You silently withdraw
All the one in pain hears is silence
A silence that shrieks
Of rejection
Dead silence
Where once there was banter
Unchecked laughter
……joy……
When you say nothing at all
That leaves a gaping hole in my heart
I try to fill it up with memories
Of when you were courageous and brave
Strong enough to speak
Words that would heal
Instead of this weak thing you’ve become
Only caring for your own well-being
The filling falls out
Incompatible to my heart’s tissues
To the reality of you...
It doesn’t hold
The holes remain
And I slink away
To nurse my pain
And I draw further into my shell
Cocoon myself in outer silence
Yet my heart is in constant conversation
With the person you used to be
When you knock
All you hear
Is resounding silence
For you have taught me well
I am a good student
I will keep silent
I will not tell you sweet little nothings
While my heart bleeds
And you pretend not to see
I won’t talk of the weather
If I can’t talk about the storm in my heart
I won’t talk of inconsequential things
To give you the sense of normalcy you crave
I want you to be brave
No, I won’t stoop that low
And so……………
I pretend
Not to be there
Two can play this game
And I wait for the knocking to cease
To be left in peace
Safe from a world
Where people say
Nothing at all.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
The title of this poem is the title of one of my favorite songs by Ronan Keating. It is the exact opposite of the message of the song which is absolutely fabulous. Give it a listen if you have the time.....http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AuJrEBtmM1Q. It was the theme song for Notting Hill, one of my favorite movies.
Out-built, humped, and beached, breached by moonlight,
nothing comes out of an old barn unfound.
Engine oil, the fungal fur of time warped wood.
Weather-eaten iron coated by rusted smears.
mouse hairs that rise upon old horse leather.
The green metallic wine on tin cans
a devolved acropolis of tractor parts put aside
for a thousand nights to seek and hide.
Gaskets strewn where tangles bloom.
Nothing lingers long without leaving its print
nailed to the air.
Possum pelts patch-work timbers into skin-deep quilts.
Tobacco smoke and sweat, the turpentine film of the
once varnished, the once cherished.
Treasures bolted to a deathless sleep, well rubbed
tackle and tools harnessed now to a tumbled-down dust,
a sun-frayed flap of light slipping in and out
as if time could be fixed and torn shadows mended.
Out on the edge of the shadow, the day begins
Charting out a course to an aimless star, but not to wander
The pioneer has a map, with key, keeping his eye bright
He is armed, the light sabre, for friend or foe, and shield
Like the fusion that moves him onward, running plasmaCurrents of power, drive propulsion, launch away this ship
Yet first he must meet up with the hulking edifice, the ship
Soon to be parting from this orbit, the beam-core begins
Filled with helium ore and maybe tritium , the ionized plasma
This purring star-drive is ready to launch, to fly, to wander
Directly; the beam is also a current, projected energy, a shield
Meant to direct away oncoming dust, meteorites, too bright
To be picked from quantum radar as space without beams bright
Radiating a plutonium glow within, the pocket between the ship
And dark space, being twisted and warped by this, the second shield
Which keeps captain and crew safe from collision, the flight begins
The deep stars of the galaxy, both bright and dark, appear to wander
From within the tower of the star-cruiser, while it is revving up its plasma
Listening to the beam-core purr, its sufficient to check on the plasma
The captain takes his turn on watch, keeping his senses sharp, his eyes bright
Lest he be invaded, alien ships from without, or a slip of his mind to wander
Long he has kept to himself, on nights such as this, alone with his ship
And longing for the end of this flight from night, for a new day that begins
Without arms or a call to arms. All foes and aliens who force him to shield
Kurt floats on bubble wrapped ice-cream in marshmallow guise
Swathed in a blanket of temptation he drifts on the sweet taste
White tender bliss cushioned in pink illusions of sugary dreams
Caress his saddle as he straddles a unicorn feathered in utopia
Embraced by illusions he gathers a magic wand at the cliff face
Until he surrenders further conquest to bare spurs of contempt
God forsaken euphoria bursts into warped time out of sequence
Mocks dyssynchronous promises engulfed in misplaced hooves
Delirious reigns swap place with a splintered crop along the ride
Soapsuds have lathered brutal leather as boots fail to prevent
A rapturous march from Nirvana to the peril of sunken Atlantis
Hell and the stallion break loose and the nightmare speeds up
Rapid descent unfolds rapturously in slow motion like a silent movie
About a horse whisperer seeking his voice as he falls off the wagon
Snout blistered and breathing in ravenous disbelief of misadventure
On the downward scarp of scarred remembrance of past decline
Kurt collects sunken feelings and braces himself for another attack
Invincibility could not last forever and he hangs low in crude defeat
08th March 2020
time cloaked fierce wrath
I gave up the past or the wind
wipe the chill off my flesh
bury the sun in brine
watch the warped beams
an intricate mosaic
bathing inside
the dripping rays
In utter
crystal testimony
pectoriloquy
squiggles sloppy stencils
shattered insights
defiant & resistant
shoreless traveler mood
of
braided stories drifting
left unmarked
unsoiled
knead to the ground
lap up the virgin earth
with
my thirsty soul
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untouched
by the
contaminated
fingers
of
perception.
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endless pages of poetry
perfectly aligned
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1st place contest winner
You Say Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
"desire today"
(Poems dedicated to my mother on my happy birthday today)
Born into this world this day, I cried on the lap of my mom
from that day onward, days after days ,year after year has gone
I spent my childhood happily in the lap of the mother
In those old days, she thought me nothing
but a petal of flower together.
She was the entrance of heaven for me to walk on this earth
I was under her fringe of love and affection after birth
she was as holy as the stream of the holy Ganges
I was warped with her in that sacred stream thus.
I sail the boat of life with the lessons which she teaches me divine
I always keep that lessons in the front of my heart line.
I spent my youth in the shadow of her generous sky
lively in my youth on the day I walk recklessly on thy.
I did not have the ability to understand
the contribution of dad on such hilarious day
today, my heart ached when I understood how great was he to say.
Now-a-days I am tired of carrying my life in conflict various
on the days of my grief all the kinsman they ignore and bypass
now pain and sorrow always touch my heart and soul
in tears, all it makes me tarnished in its role.
The fire engulf me and hit me again and again
I want your affection, mom, to sail life in pain.
Do not let fear control you
the most terrifying monster released
is the one whom is invited into your soul
This delusional disorder has drifted faraway from the truth
those that support taking away the joy of living
afraid in the end of death they will be held captive beyond belief
Hounding the innocent destroying the balance of rights
the cure becomes the curse unmasked by demons
hiding behind a body is this warped sense of security
Tormented by ill judgement they accuse everyone but them self
ego follows a narrow path following corrupted politics
lawmakers have become unlawful enforcers driven by power
Bought by their lack of understanding victims of destiny
when knees bend every mistake will become visible
there is no place to hide we only have one life
when the sands of time run out how did we cope with trials
Take the nerve of this world
filled with it's selfish war lords
spreading famine scars remain under the salt
victim's stories will be passed down under a family legacy
butchered and raped nations witness deception
at the highest level of our security against peace
liars kill on a massive scale driven by their greed for power
Hounds of hell your actions will be judged
Pride can only ever be happy spilling blood promoting hate
a violent savage from the dark side grim reaper
whom promotes killing little ones openly warped
Twisting truth forcing women and children into grinding poverty
Then there is talk of global warming
the largest con of this century
God's cedar's are falling each year
We all know who is poisoning this planet
Testing nuclear weapons using chemicals in warfare
radiation found in gulf war syndrome
and still the so called elite of this planet
think we are all bloody blinded stupid
our world security has broken down completely
as they have drank from the wrath of sin
against humanity reeks of ugliness in abundance