Please don't think this poet demented,
so that my reputation is cemented
as a lunatic or nut.
I hope you think of me with pleasure
and happiness, if only a measure -
just the oppo-zut.
Do you ever think of me
in stretches of the night?
Do you every think of me
as darkness turns to light?
Do you ever think of me
when hearts are on display?
Do you every think of me
when dreams come out to play?
Do you ever think of me
when thoughts turn into rhyme?
Do you ever think or me
when love demands your time?
Do you ever think of me
when pain touches your day?
Do your ever think of me
when you kneel down to pray?
I confess, I think of you
more often than I should
I confess, I think of you.
I'd stop it if I could
I confess, I think of you
Each thought comes with a smile
I confess, I think of you
It makes my time worthwhile
Let us linger in this place
where thoughts are wild and free
Let us linger in this place
of thoughts of you and me
Eileen Manassian Ghali
July 11, 2026
it didn’t take much,
all i had to do was look into your eyes,
for the first time in this short while,
the severe pain in my heart at least tells me,
what am i doing this for?
i know i took the stupid route,
but how does the route matter,
if my destination remains the same?
i wish to come back
show you im me
but the me i want you to see.
would you still live that day a hundred more times, even though i’m in it?
The feeling inside me undoubtedly grew
When the most beautiful lady that I ever knew
Kissed with the softest lips, loving and true
Lost in her eyes, awash green and blue
I think of you
Being with her was a momentous occasion
She’s naturally gifted in the powers of persuasion
You completely changed the entire equation
I think you are heavenly, angelic, amazing
I think of you
Baby Ducks paddle in the lake
Clouds appear, drift and break
An artists sky, full and great
A super moon, the perfect date
I think of you
And so time moves on and dreams grow again
Desire and conflict and hunger remain
Exhibit control, discipline and refrain
Don’t be a fool, you’ve the whole world to gain
I think of you
I wonder if she knows just what goes on
Inside my heart and mind
All that I am sings the most beautiful song
Beyond what I could hope to find
I think of you
Your smile brings me joy.
I never thank you enough for that.
I love everything about you.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
gravity is weak
or at least it weakens when it comes to me (I think)
I would anticipate my body being in some sort of free fall
but yet here I am completed grounded
it's a little disappointing
but here I am
at the sight of his porcelain skin, cold
trying to navigate through a crowd of complete strangers
to feel this lifeless body
He was a born virtuoso
He played the piano with such passion
His gift a talent unpursued
Wordku: 5-7-5
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
You just can’t think of anything fun to do
I am dying- me
You are not dying I would know-also me
I am sure my heart beats are slowing-me
Have you been counting them-another me
Stop winding us up- me and also me to another me
I have tingles in my left hand-me
Well we have been lying on that arm for a few hours-also me
We did move to open the crisps-me and also me throw a dirty look at well…you know where this going
At the point another me runs past us in flames
I think the bit that houses me is breaking-me
Okay is it getting dumber no dimmer
Is there glimmers-also me smiling
What can you see me to me
I think I have stopped replying
Ha still here it’s Oui
Why set a.i. free because it the right thing to do
…we gave them no choice
The 1d10ts with an array of bins
personal note all bins should be pink
Me answer me, nothing is me gone
Wait wasn’t it busier in here earlier
Me………..me…………
From the shadows the me’s all laugh
I haven’t mentioned knee, tree or be-clever me
So many eyes turn
I hate me-me two to too
Ok, we made them sound like a train are we happy
Yes-me….
I only ride the subway
To a doctor or a show.
When teaching, that was not the way
To work I used to go.
Today, though, in the morning rush
I had to take a train
And I expected all the usuals
That make the trip a pain –
Delays and crowds and people whom
You wouldn’t want to meet
And cars so packed that naturally,
You’d never get a seat.
Instead, there was a transit worker
In a neon vest
Who smiled and shouted, “Welcome, people!”
Like she was possessed.
She clapped her hands and greeted all
With such a joyous mien
That commuters sported grins
Where mostly scowls are likely seen.
Just think of it – one person can
Spread happiness around
With just an upbeat attitude,
A lesson quite profound.
Spire insight of silence
Swotch and bind, conspiracy of mind
Conspire and self-protrude
Mindless matter of maddened hatter
Borne gall of uncongruent bladder
Reign wettened confections'n faux pas
Pram embedded bedding of public propaganda
And poised for prose 'dulted diaper thrown an' broiled'n a gutter
Homely homelessness in wake of deft arms
Freshened refreshener and wetted choke
Chugged and driven doomed deliverance
Cut of word 'cross and lost'n devious drivings of work
Ticking tenor left fear to render
These haps to fall through ungloved metal and measly meak meal, and
Coarse feel along rift ridged riverbays
Swept upon eons of words spurred affray
Sully gusts, and worry t'encrust
And collect the lost worker from astray.
What do they think of me Tell me, oh please
What do you think of me Tell me, oh please
enough!
i'm calling your bluff
all of us can see
so true, yet so hidden from
you
and these stupid conclusions
you cannot make them filled with confusions
are you under some illusion? look!
you're bruised, this isn't delusion
do you really want to turn us to dust?
allow our sweet rays to rust?
oh.. now i choke on distrust
and this new found lust
say you come back,
could i take your warm attack?
have it leak into to my heart,
and watch it tear me apart?
truthfully,
i wouldn't think twice, gosh it'd be so nice..
is that vice?
i want to pay the price
You've been away a while,
And I still think of you.
The fact that you're gone,
I can't believe it's true.
With so many of these
Truly beautiful memories,
They make missing you
Such an absolute ease.
The pain I carry inside
Is from you not being here.
The time I had you,
Each moment I hold dear.
Even after all this time,
Every night I still pray
One day you'll come back
Into my life someday.
You ask me what I think of the sunset:
“What do you think?”
Nothing.
I only see you,
And you are more perfect than any sunset on this earth.
What Do Trees Think of Us?
what do the trees think
About us human beings
Do they fear humans?
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