Your womanly grace touched even heaven’s face,
and I loved you at that first, sudden sight.
I watched your wondering eyes in quiet hours,
in slothful time, devotion shaped the soul.
In loving you, I came to know your stanch faith,
and my wandering heart entwined with your sacred spirit.
At each day’s end, twilight pressed upon my chest,
and my heart trembled at the thought of leaving you.
Shivering,
plagued by a freak storm,
avalanche of angst,
gnawing at my haggard bones,
grim nightmare
Tossed leaf self,
bold inner tempest,
I might quell, stanch, freeze,
with sheer gumption and stark brawn,
madcap dream!
#6: The Day After
As Sol draws the reigns; Chariot of Gold,
and pulls e'er so oft, glitter and specks rise,
it's not yet midday, guess we compromise?
Too late for rise or set, but we're betold,
if there's an issue, Sol will hold midday,
when resolved, Sol will fly the sky till set,
though Sol sees no wrong, let's go on, --contact,
Near up's a day, Cherubs weaker from play,
it's time to go, we'll be back tomorrow,
hopeful, dutiful Cherubs are tireless,
smiling stanch workers, and industrious,
and always giving out joys, ne'er borrow,
remember, make it unforgettable,
they're pretty special and memorable.
Written: December 12, 2023, For Shadow Hamilton Contest
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People can only thrive on this wealth scale
With undying faith, we admire our flag
Sullen calm and dearth of prowess prevail.
Just few people groove stanch affluence gale
whilst most all strive tough with null in the bag
People can only thrive on this wealth scale.
We are rivaled with a stern choice trial
A person's rank is viewed by his wealth tag
Sullen calm and dearth of prowess prevail.
Trading rule exceeds all neat deals for sale
Where smash checkers are, indeed, rulers slag
People can only thrive on this wealth scale.
There is a fictive guise dubbed classless tale
Though, our right of recourse has little brag
Sullen calm and dearth of prowess prevail.
With their bogus pledge to clear off our lag
A plush caste is riding blindly as swag
People can only thrive on this wealth scale
Sullen calm and dearth of prowess prevail.
Dream
Swim through
Cream the treats
And follow keenly
The stream
Of the trying glue
Making up awesome beats
Of sounds filed serenely
Sleep
Don't hesitate
To chill down
Today's gladden heart
So deep
Of driving memories state
Within-out the colorful town
That makes celebration an art
Oh she is but a simple leaf
Withering off its branch
Having a new apt hope
For the coming bliss
Upon loamy soil
To live on and
Never die
Unjust!
In brief
If soil stanch
No room for rope
Target rather go amiss
And to the source shall recoil
Its functionality to the very grand
Set in fear to never again break the tie
For such memory ever barely live in dust
The world:- of your life's infernal gyration
Shall forever be a dream off consummation
Amen ??
*Image of Winners of Connecting by Pixabay
Close Encounters of the Best Kind
Anon celebrations plumb us adjusts,
preceding months were more compatible,
familial presence friends superfluous,
plain chat wheedles a bit less fragmental,
pooled consciousness markup valuable,
fruitful homily affect harmony,
ripes present blooms extended courtesy,
besieged turkey banquet crowds Christmas trees,
stanch observance occasions normalcy,
camaraderie and oneness appease.
Tis the choice of annuals hails bonus,
each control themselves appropriately,
contrasts ne'er build or they'd be a Jonas,
dovetail twirls a sensitive filigree,
our kindred tree naught a Genesis tree,
naught muddled rundowns so microscopic,
yarns curled scripts that were kaleidoscopic,
ensnared eyes courteous ears learn the spiels,
showpiece manifest substantive topic,
closing in prayer banks where heaven deals.
2021 November 03
“If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe." Carl Sagan (1934-1996)
Apple Pies
A welcome task past wayward primes where plucked delights
yon mangoes, guavas, and papayas...
stands a Granny Smith apple tree.
Flour demonstrate a chopping board, rolling pin and
some countertop rests deep dishes packed midst
smooth dough amongst rooted chunks of butter,
few apples blended plus brown sugar, the rest sliced.
What is the stanch embodiment of a well-rounded kitchen's use?
Inventiveness, great apple pie.
2021 February 12
We don't know who
To include in the march
So we cancel
All the parades
We don't know how
To stanch the blood flow
So we invest it all
In Band-Aids
Forest for forests --
Tree for trees --
Progress always comes
In infinitesimal degrees
We don't know when
To call the fight
So we tear down
The whole arena
We don't know where
To head for shore
So we drown ourselves
In the marina
Like a kid with a sledgehammer
To his Erector Set
Destruction is too easy
And solutions ain't been tried yet
We don't know what
The dream will look like
So we dare not
Go to sleep
We don't know why
We'd need a light --
We're so happy
In caves dark and deep
Forest for forests
Or tree for trees --
In the kingdoms to come
Our work will be done
In imperceptible degrees
The unfolding of a bleak mid-night moon,
Formidable, throbbing, ghostly gray cloud,
Swirling in rage, with wordless eerie croon;
Affecting considerable angst shroud.
Ravens frenzy, divergence flutter coup
Through impenetrable tangle of trees.
Sinful, depressed, slate shadows wily drew,
Leaden silk veil amid deceptive ease.
Pinion she lies there, a dismal, frail frame.
Fragments of her life evanesce apace;
Consume by repugnant stanch, it laid claim.
Crumbling world turn upside down, fearful place.
Neath celestial heaven alone she lies,
Looking up, overcome by life, with leaden eyes.
4/4/2020
park bench drenched
with dreams
that
stanch
dream a bleed
with seeds
crop
the
greed
speak through me
shoulder tap
hand
ruler slapped
dark stench trenched
park bench drenched
?
I’ll mutilate my heart, that’s what I’ll do
Cut out that piece that lives and beats for you,
and then I'll simply wait and let it bleed
Perhaps with flow of blood, I will be freed
No suture will I use to stanch the flow
The healing balm my heart will never know
The part that housed my passion and delight
Now torn away, it leaves a ghastly sight!
I will not move, I will not even breathe
Though all my blood in angry bursts may seethe
I’ll wait until the last drop drains away
And see if that will be my dying day
My heart betrayed my mind, and this is why
Unable now to love, my heart will die
Eileen Manassian Ghali
You can move on
You can see the light of day
But you've left me behind
Behind in this endless night
You can be strong
Invincible
Indomitable
A cherished hero
Unaffected….
But you've left me defenseless
Weak
Paralyzed by fear
You can go about
Your daily life
Taking the whole world in your stride
Yet you’ve left me in my room
A prisoner in these four walls
Afraid of a world
I can’t understand
Unable to reach out
You can bind up your wounds
Stanch the flow
And continue with the fight for life
Undeterred
The taste of victory in your mouth
Your rebel yell
Sounding a warning
A swashbuckling warrior
And I lie in the trenches
Watching the flow
Of my life
Ebbing away
Waiting to be rescued
Wondering if I will make it
To another day
You and Me
Two different people
From two different worlds
Yet part of the human race
In need of grace
Remember me….
When you turn your face to the sun
And feel the breeze on your face
Remember me...
Alone in my room
Closed in by the gloom
Tears drenching me
Hurts haunting me
Remember me….
And say a prayer…
Say a prayer
For me.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Had those eyes never locked…
A fragmentary man I…
A love of my life lost…
Soul Mate…
Inimitable…
Without that stanch passion…
Apathetic existence…
Lives drifting disjointedly away
Corridors leading into the present
Our waters perpetually abound
Farther reaches than the shoreline
Love ardently remitted is my peace
Carrying to me sweet scented melodies
Of shadowed moments icily fading
Had I never melted of your gaze
So secluded within only our time
An incomplete soul drifting forlorn
Accursed on the winds impulses
A love of my life lost…
Soul Mate…
Irreplaceable…
Never forgotten…
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