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In the early hours of morning
when the world is sleeping on
How my longing soul delights in
Time I spend with God's dear Son
In these quiet peaceful moments
I can open up my heart,
and my Savior gently blesses
of His grace, I take a part
There is nothing I can't tell him:
every secret, every pain,
and he gently, kindly listens
From His presence, strength I gain
He assures me that He loves me
that there's nothing that can make
Love for me to ever weaken,
for His death was for my sake
He reminds me of His mercies,
and His constant, watchful care
Wraps His arms of love around me
Let's me know He's always there
Even when the storm clouds gather,
and the darkness blinds my sight
He is there so close beside me
in the watches of the night
When I lay my head against Him
All my burdens disappear
What a joyous revelation
That to Jesus I am dear
Friends at times will disappoint me
Loved ones will forget to call,
but my Lord is ever present
He will catch me when I fall
When in time the world awakens,
I must be about my day,
but I take my Jesus with me,
for He lights my life and way
Greater love? There is no other!
Better blessing? Not a one!
Only Jesus now and ever!
Only Jesus, God's dear Son!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
December 7, 2024
Oh sea, we sail your sultry wave.
The salty taste on panting tongues.
The wild splash does not behave -
The ebb and flow of twining lungs.
Oh sea, we sail with mermaid tales.
Our men do crave the seaweed wraps,
Toss overboard by giant whales,
Or climb below and take long naps.
Oh sea, we see the horizon,
The loss of land, triangle’s peak.
We lie upon the deck, rise in
The cockcrow suite - we cannot speak.
Oh sea, the foaming clouds, under,
over - they breach my naked feet.
The lightning, dark, with stark thunder.
Nightmare! The wonderment, complete.
Oh sea, this day but shining bright.
The boat’s luxury slant, we grin.
The sirens, lost…our gang is tight.
Whether we race or swim, we win.
7/23/2022
Sailing Poetry
Julia Ward
I am in love with the one who walks as if the world he ventures is his to take
I am in love with the one who entangles me in his desires and wraps me in his warmth as If his arms were serpents
Who is driven by a force that comes from deep within him
Who loves with passion and takes no caution
The one who can sense my mood from a mile away
Who teases me like a childish game
But always manages to keep me held close
Unable to escape the grip of his intoxicating love
I am in love with a man who knows he will never be in love with me
But yet wants to so badly
The man who can give me everything I have ever wanted
But also take everything I have ever had
I am in love with the man who lights up any room he walks into
Who has eyes like rare Jules
And a smile that melts your heart
Though I have made the grave mistake of choosing him
For I have chosen a man who holds so much love
But whose biggest fear is to give it
So many who desire it
But no true intention to succumb to it
I am in love with the unlovable lover man
When I am without her
The sun doesn't shine as brightly
When I am without her,
The clouds are dark and foreboding
When I am without her,
The birds doesn't sing as sweetly.
When I am with her,
she holds me, my emotions makes it clear
To have more strength to move mountains.
When I am with her,
Her touch so soft but strong,
In my heart that beats with rhythm,
Like a thunderstorm.
When I am with her,
She wraps me in her warm embrace,
Close and comfort me, throughout the night
Until the eyes sight the daylight.
When I am with her,
Her smile and on her black shining face,
Like a flash of an Eagle, was very soul.
That's brings happiness to my sadness.
When i am with her,
She kisses me before I start a day,
That heal all weaknesses of my body,
With her soft and different cuddle styles.
You're the one I can't live without
Anyone can tell you, they love you,
Anyone can flatter you, and tell you, you're beautiful
Anyone can promise you the world
And the stars,and finest things of life
There is no doubt,
And I want you to know that , I'm not "anyone "
I want to be the "one .
Sometime
before I was not mature enough to notice,
she began to dissolve.
Husband dead, son revolving
around one woman after another,
moving away from her fading presence.
Aware only of the ebb, and flow of her care
or interest, Distance surfacing in her eyes.
How her housecoat insulated her from
what she once loved.
When she looked at me it was through a tunnel
she had dug into her mind,
her presence muffled
as if it were now
always too cold to surface.
I should have seen the signs,
but by then I only visited
during narrow gaps in my life.
I told her to join something,
do what other old people did.
Only now do I understand
what old people do, -
they think of their parents
in threads and patchwork pieces.
I cannot recall the exact period
when the seam of strong bonds
began to unravel,
for of course,
that specific time was buried with her.
Love is a writhing mass of tentacles.
Its immense and undulating form sits deep in the depths of my core.
It constricts me, so everything I am
and all that I feel gets pulled back and transmuted into more.
It all becomes love.
When you're near, I can feel it rising.
Hungry arms reach-
shoot up into my chest, and move up my throat.
It wraps itself around- BECOMES my tongue.
I keep my jaws clenched.
I bite down for us both,
If I try to speak, It will burst forth and grab you- entangle you.
It will draw you close,
and in,
and down.
till "us"
becomes "I".
Until we are both at the center of all-consuming love.
November days will lead to Winter's prize,
and now, when we awake on colder days,
we know that Fall is planning her goodbyes
as snowy days ahead prepare displays.
The trees, half bare of red-gold-orange shawls,
let rustic browns of branches rule the scene,
until the snow wraps them with ermine falls
that cling and drape with whiteness so pristine.
November brings a time we celebrate
with joyous feasts of food and drink, good cheer.
With family and friends, stay close, relate;
Thanksgiving Day, we honor and revere.
November soon will pass; with her demise,
December comes with end-of-year goodbyes.
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Premiere Contest No. 365
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: November 19, 2017
Maple trees adorn yellow and orange blaze
Colorful vistas dance singing nature's praise
Crispy cooler days embellish in colorful ways
Brighter moon reigns over twilight's dull haze
Canvas of falling leaves oscillates in sun's rays
Colorful vistas dance singing nature's praise
Sunset orange and red sets evening-sky ablaze
Distant stars glitter igniting hues that amaze
Canvas of falling leaves oscillates in sun's rays
Birds migrating south foretell winter, as always
Meadows brown and gold attractive to gaze
Distant stars glitter igniting hues that amaze
Kids frolic in cold, happy with candy they raise
Thanksgiving dinners charm families with grace
Meadows brown and gold attractive to gaze
Autumn wraps barren trees in cinnamon glaze
Maple trees adorn yellow and orange blaze
Thanksgiving dinners charm families with grace
Crispy cooler days embellish in colorful ways
September 18, 2017
Placed first:March 2019 week 2 contest by Brian Strand
First place-Autumn Colors contest
Placed 4th in best rhyming poem contest
The church bell chimes in charming tone,
but watering the blooming rose plants
the cardinal is late for the evening Mass.
As he runs in haste in the squally wind,
his red Zucchetto takes a flight.
A cardinal then flies in the crimson sky,
in mid-air the Zucchetto wraps it around,
and turns into its red wings,
fluttering with blazing avian rhythm
in the floating fragrance of red rose.
The cardinal is allured by the red beauty,
flushed by the film of fiery patina,
harmonized with its own color.
In trance of love it swirls around the rose,
the tender petals fall scattered on the ground.
The spinning dance of the stimulated bird
inadvertently razes the frail flower,
that blossomed specially for the Lord,
but its cardinal sin is condoned,
for the cardinal is blind in love with the rose.
______________
January 14, 2023
Contest : The Cardinal And The Rose
Sponsored by : Craig Cornish
Sleep, my son,
hush, hush, little one.
Your father's heart hums for you,
your mother's heart longs for you.
It’s eventide;
darkness wraps the world in black velvet,
yet the moon shines gloriously,
and the stars weave a lullaby,
all for you, my son.
I cherish you, boy.
Your worth surpasses the rarest emeralds;
your laughter stitches my frail soul,
and your sleeping face undoes me.
You and I—
we are of the same essence,
the same murmured wish to the heavens.
You are the yearning of my old soul,
the answer to dreams whispered in silence.
And I love you—
beyond what any words can say.