Gently close your eyes
And pay attention.
Wallow in the state of calmness
And mentally snip off
All tethers of here and now.
Escape to a blissful,
Uncharted no man's land.
Just listen attentively.
Hear that?
Ah, the sound of rain...
What could be more soothing?
Thousands of drums,
Simultaneously beating;
Rain rattling the roof
To make your joyous spirit dance.
Take time to listen
To the sound of rain pelting the roof.
Relax and empty your mind.
Surrender to glorious serenity.
Explore your imagination
And let it run wild.
What could be more enchanting?
Date written: 10/31/2022
ugh...
you again?
enough!
p l e a s e, enough...
writer's block!
just leave me alone.
r e m o v e...
the crippling hex
you've put on me.
I need no vacation!
q u i t
sucking dry
the ink in my pen;
allow it
to s k a t e
from point A to B!
let it flow freely,
I implore you...
just let it bleed!
you seem to
enjoy
sticking to me
like a stamp
on an envelope....
I need some room
to b r e a t h e!
please,
leave me alone!
q u i t
stifling
my creativity.
you've pinioned
the wings
of my imagination!
snip off the strings
so it takes flight
a g a i n.
bother me no more, I said.
leave
me
alone!
Date written: 11/15/2021
The Blush Noisette Rose states it's plea
to it's new gardener;
begging to be pruned from top to bottom.
Weather-beaten and looking worse for wear,
some petals have fallen off,
some have withered on the vine
and lost their bright colors.
It pleads to the gardener
to snip off all dead stems with his silver shears,
to pluck away leaves that have wilted.
"Water me each morning, so I'll stay as young as spring!"
it pleads
"Make me the wondrous sight I used to be in the eyes
of those in love, and those in search of it;
even in the eyes of lonely people, too,"
adds The Blush Noisette Rose.
Date written and posted: 03/21/2018
we thrash about
in a pool of our bones
squirting ink into the eyes
of a million long dead ghosts
beneath the blackness of our ink
we snip off the arms of our sanity
one by one by one.... we slowly sink
into echoes of our snapping beak
A Rhyme about Ties
How many ties does a man need
In fashion to be up to speed?
I really haven’t got a clue
Would you say about sixty two?
Tie Limerick
His ties number sixty two
Now here’s what I’m going to do
I’ll snip off each end
Drive him round the bend
I’d do that, now how ‘bout you?
Each tie rack I have arranged
I tell you I’m quiet deranged
But this I must say
I’ll use them for play
Or else I will be estranged
He cuts a figure so fine
This crazy husband of mine
So I’ll just shut up
Drink this bitter cup
For in a suit he’s sublime
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Love is like a rose
Waiting to bloom at the right time
it needs special treatment
a tender hand and a soft heart
you have to give it a chance
before you snip off the bud
There will be weeds
and there will be pests
some will bloom and die early on
Before they get a chance
but some are late bloomers
hiding within their green flesh
hear me out
if ye be a late bloomer
i bet that rose
will be the most beautiful of all