Published Poems

This Song is based on the first poem Eileen published on the Soup

Dying Young     Lyrics by Eileen Manassian

I’m afraid of dying young
Of leaving things yet undone
I’m afraid I’ll leave this place
Yet not leave a single trace

I’m afraid I haven’t said
All that lives inside my head
I’m afraid I’ll disappear
And no one will hold me dear.
 

chorus
I’m afraid I’ve yet to touch ,The hearts of

Darkest Poems With Coffee

Darkest Poems With Coffee 
Darkest Poems With Coffee 
Released on August, 28th 2025 
Hard work pays off 
4th book I’ve published 
Have a keen I for detail 
I’m beyond grateful 
Maybe a bronze metal 
I’ve been writing for 6 years 
Document poems here and there 
Consumed by pen and paper 
Be inspired to sharpen your

Justice of the Peace

I return parted clerical error to a hall
In justice no frame
Nor corrective temp
Time as half 
The titled days conveigning 
That's my Monday morning appearance 
This shall never be spoken freely


A civil right to act
Fine liberty
Next date, poor
Still due process 
In accurate measure of published

When the Roll is Called up Yonder, We Will All Be There published by Eber and Wein

When Christ shall say,"Come up here," we shall be entering heaven's door.
What wondrous blessings shall be in store for me and all of the others who
Truly do believe in Christ's glorious victory.  All because He is truly
Glorious, our home coming will be very marvelous Hallelujah!

When the roll is called up yonder on that great

book release

fear the painted plays, available on amazon kindle

Fact Check

Who said meow, could be a cat, but what if not?
Was it a stray cat, or a cat from upper floor? 
But one could imitate the sound that we’ve heard
And by the way, it could’ve been a creaking door
Let’s sort out the facts we have at hand
If they are real, not someone’s manipulation
That meow could

A Most Generous Gift

A Most Generous Gift

They receive our love 
as it is purely intended

They offer their love
and give our spirits a lift

They'll stay close when
our hearts need to be mended

Our dogs are nature's
most generous gift

I Am Officially A Published Author Joyce Faure' with my name on it in a book!

Reflections on the important things in my legacy, history, and values appear with me were always reading books since I was 5 or six years old sitting in the dim light of my mom's house in a corner in love with the dictionary comparing words that made me laugh sometimes giggles came out in secret

Inspirational Humans - ::Published::

As Newton found an apple
As Einstein used his mind
In Leonardo's genius
So art and science combined

When Chaplin tugged at heartstrings
Or Mandela called for peace
A common theme unites them
Such that hope would never cease

Teresa shows compassion
Or Rosa Parks stays put
An inner door is opened
That may never now be shut

Keller's inspiration
The bravery of Anne Frank 
So many souls

A love letter not published

A love letter not published.

I'm old now, was old ten years ago, but less in years than at present, and not too old for warm
a embrace
She was related to my wife, which makes falling in love awkward, but infatuation falls like rain where it pleases 
“The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain,” I

When the Lights Go Out--Published Version

My beautiful little bluebird
How I love you so
I long to taste your presence
And what it means to know 
That you and I are singing songs
Far into the night
We fade into each other
Desire burning bright

In a dream it's you and me
There's no one else around
Our synchronistic breathing 
Is the only sound
In sotto voce I call out
Your

Whisper - ::Published::

I hear the whisper now
As quiet as the grass in the gentle breeze
Soothing and lulling
Inviting me forward with an extended hand
To dance barefoot
Despite the cloudy sky and threat of showers
Under the thinning canopy of the trees
Yet, not despite the rain 
Invited because of it
To cleanse and wash away
Life's dust and debris
Returning to the freshness of

Sitting and Thinking - ::Published::

There are moments in life
When an emptiness crowds into the space
We inhabit

How can emptiness
Be a tangible thing?
Yet, here it comes

With it's grey shadowy self
A presence
An absence

Pondering the void
In the chair where I sit
Surrounded by beauty

Internal wrestle
With the ugly hunger
Sated only by the presence of another

Self-Published

All the words ever uttered
arise from that one first
petulant cradle song
of 'why'?
A question
reprised and voiced
with infinite variations.

Mysterious ways test us constantly.

A mystery writer
rewards both the hearing the
and the deaf.
That One
provides every insight.

In truth, the book of life
remains unreadable
unless we write it.

Silence- ::Published::

No need to hide away
To shut the door
In darkness, lay

I welcome you
As warm embrace
The smile, as from a friendly face

Not loneliness, just inbetween
The voice of comfort
Not heard, not seen

I know you sit with me
And stay, when 'er I need
A friend to pray

Less than a whisper 
Though, yet it seems
You comfort, encourage, caress my dreams

You're full,

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